#30 days of Bad Omens

[kingdomof-omens]

Day 1- Dive: Noah x OFC

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Pairing: Noah x OFC (Melody)

Warning: P in V sex, female oral sex, mentions of alcohol/drinking/bars, one-nighter, squirting

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Being on a date with Noah Sebastian, yes the Noah Sebastian, was not on Melody's bingo card. When she saw him pop up on her dating app, she had to swipe right. She definitely thought it was a weirdo that was catfishing as Noah, someone that was going to string innocent star-struck girls along and possibly scam them out of money. She expected it, to be honest. She was bored, though, and no other person on her dating app had impressed her much for them to go on a date. She figured if she could waste the time of some catfisher, she could save some other hopeless girl from being a victim.

They were "in town for tour" and looking for someone "dtf for one night". She rolled her eyes at her screen. She knew for sure that Noah would never do something like this. A famous rockstar on a dating app for hookups? Yeah, right. He probably had a list of women in his phone willing to fly out for such an occasion if he ever needed. 

So when the person behind Noah's picture suggested meeting at a local bar, she couldn't resist. She wanted to look the person in the eye and scold them for wasting people's time and for being such an asshole to unsuspecting girls. They suggested for Melody to meet them that night, and it worked for her because it just so happened that her best friend worked at the bar they were meeting at. She texted her friend about the details of her date and to look out for her; she wasn't stupid, knowing that something terrible could go wrong. And she definitely wasn't going to be a victim of this loser.

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She arrived to the bar, taking a seat at the table in the back corner like "Noah" had suggested. Her friend eyed her from across the room, nodding in acknowledgement that she was there and that he saw her. He would keep an eye out for her tonight, and she was very thankful for that. She opened up her app and texted the person she was meeting that she had arrived and she was seated, waiting for them. She also shot her friend a text message with a drink order for her. She saw him pull out of his phone and start making her cosmo just the way she liked it.

After about 15 minutes, she was getting bored and her drink had been consumed. This person hadn't showed yet, and she knew that they were going to chicken out. It's hard to pretend you're someone when it's in person and not on a screen. She was gathering her items together to go pay for her drink and leave when someone walked up to the table, startling her.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Didn't anticipate the traffic to be horrible on the way here." The man spoke to her, sitting down across from her. She looked up from her purse and she'd be damned. It really was Noah. This was not what she had expected, and her jaw drop was an obvious give away.

"Uh, you okay? You knew you were meeting me here, right?" Noah asked her, leaning in slightly. 

"Oh, uh well." She closed her mouth. "Well I knew I was talking to Noah on the app, but I didn't think I was actually talking to Noah." She confessed. He chuckled at her, flagging down a waiter to place an order for a drink.

"Yeah...I figured as much. I've never done this before, by the way. It's funny because you hear the stories about people pretending to be you on websites and shit, so I was totally not expecting someone to actually swipe right and agree to meet. I was expecting you to stand me up."

"I could say the same. I thought you were someone catfishing and since you were late, I thought they weren't going to show in fear of being caught."

They both laughed at their confessions as the waiter brought Noah his drink. The waiter turned to Melody and took an order for another cosmo, assuring that they would be back in a moment with it.

"So, Mr. Lead Singer, why join a dating app for a quick fuck and not hit up some girl you know will keep your secret?" She asked as the waiter put her drink down in front of her. She saw the waiter's eyes widen at the question, him scurrying off quickly as to not intrude.

"Despite the rumors, I do not have pussy lined up in my phone. Okay, so that's wrong. I could probably message some random girl on twitter and she'd cream her pants just because I sent a comma." He laughed, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I've just been really fuckin stressed lately and need something different to take the edge off, you know?"

She nodded in confirmation, sipping on her drink. "So, the pussy you've been getting is boring?"

"I haven't been getting pussy, that's the problem." He confessed to her, placing his arms on the table, interlocking his fingers. She brought her arms on the table as well, placing her chin in one hand. "Hm, well, that can change." 

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They talked for about an hour, bantering with each other and teasing each other under the table. She had moved her leg to rub his underneath the table, him bringing his hand down to caress at the smooth skin. They talked rules, what was off limits, and the expectation of being discreet about tonight. They had made a plan to not be caught leaving together, knowing that someone in the bar would eventually post it online that the two had left together. Noah would leave first. She would sit and look disappointed, go up and pay for her drink, and leave about five minutes later. He had slipped the keycard to his hotel under the table to her, placing it in her opened purse. He also left a $50 bill to pay for her drinks. He was a gentleman, after all.

She knew she played her part perfectly when an older gentleman stopped her as she was exiting the bar, offering to take her back to his place since it looked like her date bombed. She scrunched up her nose at the man declining his offer, before turning to her friend and waving goodbye.

She stood outside of Noah's hotel door now, keycard in hand. He didn't stay but a five minute drive from the bar, but she decided to be extra discreet and take the long way around the city, coming into the hotel from the back, adding 15 minutes to the drive. She turned the card over in her hand, debating if this was actually real life, or if she was going to wake up at any moment with an ache in between her legs. Taking a deep breath, she inserted the card into the door lock, the light turning green. She looked both ways down the hallway to make sure there was no wandering eyes before turning the handle and crossing the threshold into the room.

Before she could even shut the door behind her, she was pushed up against the side wall, Noah's warm body covering her. She gasped as his hands came to a rest on the wall above her head and he kicked the door shut with his foot. He leaned into her ear, whispering words that had her whimpering against his shirt. 

"I've been waiting to dive right into that pussy."

He brought his mouth down to hers, colliding them with the force of pure desire. Her hands immediately went around his back, gripping onto his shirt and he pressed her further into the wall. His hands came down and grabbed her head, keeping it steady while his tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for entry. She complied, her tongue darting out to lick into his mouth.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up to strip it off of him. They broke their kiss off long enough for him to take off the shirt, his mouth attacking hers again as he tossed the shirt onto the floor. She moaned into the kiss, rutting her hips forwards into his body. He reached down and tapped the backs of her thighs, telling her to jump into his arms. Her arms went around his neck and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his calloused fingers digging into her ass tightly.

He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath in between short pants. "Bedroom?"

She nodded, looking into Noah's eyes, and gulping between soft pants of her own. "God, please." He chuckled against her lips as he moved her body off of the wall, turning and walking towards the hotel bedroom. "I'm not God, but you'll be calling me that by the end of the night." She leaned forwards and connected their lips again, heat and excitement taking over.

He walked her into the bedroom and dropped her body onto the mattress, her slightly bouncing. She scooted up the bed, laying her head on top of the pillows as he crawled his way in between her legs and attached their lips again, one hand caressing her side while the other held him up above her. Her legs came to wrap around his hips again, rutting against his growing erection.

He sat up on his knees, staring down at Melody. His hands were rubbing the soft skin of her legs around him, before traveling down and grabbing the waistband of the shorts and panties she wore that night. He tugged them down, her lifting her ass to help him remove the articles of clothing. She spread her legs, him pulling her bottoms from her body and tossing them over his shoulder.

He pushed her knees apart and up into her chest, gazing at her spread core below him. He could see her arousal slicking her folds already, the sticky substance also coating her inner thighs.

"Oh baby girl, so wet for me already." He breathed out, moving his body so his face would be level with her cunt. His hands held her legs up, keeping her open for him. She moaned when she felt his warm breath puff over her pussy.

He wasted no time, his tongue gently swiping out licking her entrance and dragging up her folds to circle her swollen clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling on the nub slightly before nipping at it with his teeth. "And you taste so fucking good." He whispered into her core, dragging his tongue through her folds again, a moan escaping from her chest.

Melody was grabbing one breast and massaging it through her shirt while her other hand came down to grab at the short hair on Noah's head. She rolled her hips into his face, moaning when his tongue dipped into her entrance, licking up her seeping arousal.

He sat up quickly, her arousal coating his lips and chin, and grabbed her shirt, ripping it upwards. She sat up as he pulled the shirt off of her. He was unhooking her bra when she kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth when she tasted herself on his tongue. He discarded her bra and pushed her back down onto the pillows, him sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. His hand grabbed her other tit, his long fingers rolling and pinching her other nipple while his mouth licked and sucked at her bud.

She was moaning beneath him, rutting her hips into his. Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding his head against her chest as he played with her nipples. 

He pulled off of her nipple, slowly kissing down her belly as his hand spread her legs back open for him. His tongue slid through her folds again, causing her to groan from deep in her chest.

He was working her clit with his mouth when she felt his finger press against her hole. She pressed her body down, his finger slightly entering her and she moaned as that slight touch eased some of her ache.

"So needy, aren't you?" He teased, speaking against her pussy. He pushed his finger farther into her, pressing against the spongy spot inside of her and rubbing it gently. This pulled a whine out of her lungs, her hips rolling into his face.

He sucked her clit back into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the swollen nub as his finger worked her from the inside. He could feel her cunt clench around his finger as he kept rubbing at the spot inside of her, her moans filling the air around them.

He let go of her leg and brought his hand up, cupping her breast. He grabbed her nipple, rolling and tugging on it as he tongue kept assaulting her clit. Her moans were becoming more frequent, her kips rolling with fervor, and he could see her toes curl. Her face was blissed out in pure ecstasy,  with her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Going to cum for me?" He asked, pumping his finger in and out of her cunt. Her eyes shot open, looking down at him, quickly nodding and moaning when his finger brushed against the spot inside of her again.

He pulled his hand out, her whining at the loss of contact, before he added another finger and plunged both of them inside of her. She cried out in pleasure at the added finger, his tongue lapping at her core again. She could feel the pleasure bubbling in her belly and she knew she was close to release. She took her hand and placed it on the bottom of her stomach, pressing into the skin.

He knew what she was doing and he moaned into her cunt, stopping his fingers from pumping into her, opting to just massage the spongy area inside of her. Her breath quickened and her moans got louder, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth again, her body tensed up, orgasm washing over her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out. He felt her gush around his fingers, her body convulsing with the waves of pleasure. Her legs were shaking around his head and he took his hand that was pinching her nipple and held her open, still sucking and licking at her clit. His hand inside of her was still massaging her sweet spot, drawing as much of her release out as he could.

He finally pulled away from her when she pulled his face off of her, still shaking from the earth shattering orgasm. He smiled at her, withdrawing his fingers and wiping his mouth off with the back of his arm, looking down and seeing a wet spot coating the bed below them. She was finally able to relax into the covers of the bed when her orgasm finished coursing through her veins.

"Holy shit, you did not tell me you could do that." He spoke to her with a smile, leaning down to capture her lips in a quick kiss.

She took a deep breath and chuckled. "I've only ever done that a few times in my life, mostly by myself so it surprised me too."

"I think it's fucking sexy. Can you do it again?" He asked, his hand holding her cheek.

"I don't know, I've never done it twice in one round before." She admitted shyly, cupping the hand on her cheek.

He just smirked at her and moved to stand up from the bed. She looked down and saw the tent in his pants, his cock straining against his zipper. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his legs and stepping out of them before crawling back over her. He pumped his cock a few times before holding it and pressing it up against her entrance, looking up at her for permission.

She nodded, gasping when she felt the head of his cock breach her entrance. He wasn't huge, a little bigger than average, but she still felt the sting of pain as he slowly entered her, filling her up. She reached out and grabbed the covers on the bed, sighing when he was fully seated inside of her.

He moaned at the feeling of her warm, wet pussy walls gripping around him. "Oh my god, you're so fighting tight." He breathed out, steadying himself and holding onto her knees. He sat there for a moment, letting her body get used to him before she told him through a breathy moan to "just move".

He pulled his hips back gingerly, thrusting back into her slowly, feeling himself splitting her open. He moaned when her pussy clenched around him again, causing his cock to twitch inside of her.

He kept thrusting into her slowly, letting go of her knee and bringing his hand down for his thumb to circle at her clit. She moaned out, grabbing his arm. "Fuck me harder. Please, I need you." She begged him.

Noah smirked and grabbed her hips, snapping into her once quickly. She cried out, a crease forming in between her eyebrows from pleasure. He pulled back, continuing to thrust into her harshly, her tits bouncing from the force.

Moaning beneath him, she opened her eyes and locked onto his. His eyes were filled with desire and something else she couldn't pinpoint in that moment. His eyes were almost black, his jaw slacked, and he was panting with his thrusts. Her brain was melting from the pleasure coursing through her body, the string in her belly winding up tighter and tighter.

His tattooed arm moved to bring his hand to her cunt again, his thumb rubbing harshly against her clit. His other hand was still on her hip, gripping so hard that there would most likely be bruises. He groaned when her hips rolled into his hand, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel the ache in his belly growing, his orgasm approaching quickly. 

"Gonna cum for me again? Gonna squirt all over my cock?" He asked her, leaning down capturing her lips in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to pull on his hair. 

"Just like that! Please don't stop!" She cried out when he angled his hips to pound into the sweet spot inside of her.

He sat up on his knees again, still fucking into her harshly, when his grip on her hip let go, pressing down on the soft spot below her belly button. His thumb was still rubbing her clit, and he could feel from the arousal coating his cock that she was close.

"C'mon baby girl." He panted. "I'm not done until you- ugh, until you cum again." 

"Don't...stop...please." She begged underneath of him, her whole body moving with the force of his thrusts. "Oh my god, I'm gon- I'm gonna cum!" She yelled out, grabbing the pillow underneath of her head.

He felt her pussy clench around him so tightly he thought it was going to cut his dick off. He moaned at the feeling, looking down and seeing her release gushing out from around his cock, moaning again at the sensation. His thumb was still attacking her clit and he slowed his thrusts slightly to work her through her release. Her entire body was shaking, her gasping for air in between moans and groans.

He moved his thumb off of her clit, pulling out of her and grabbed his cock. He held onto his orgasm so long, he came almost as soon as he pulled out of her, shooting hot ribbons across her stomach. He groaned out, feeling the wave of pleasure hugging his body as his balls emptied out. He slowed his hand, milking himself of his release when he opened his eyes, feeling lightheaded.

She was underneath of him, staring down at his cock, grabbing her tits. She looked into his eyes and moaned with a smirk on her face. He moved to lay down beside her on his back to catch his breath when he heard her chuckle.

He looked over at her seeing her already facing him, a smile spread across her cheeks. "So, that's a new record, by the way." She told him, gaining a chuckle from him in response.

"Glad to be of service." He panted out, giving her a thumbs up. She laughed and closed her eyes, her body spent and tired.

He got up and got a washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning himself off of her, before handing her his shirt.

"Stay? We can lay on the couch, cause uh...I don't think you want to sleep in that." He suggested, pointing down onto the bed where her release soaked the duvet and sheets.

She brought her hands up, burying her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry about that. I bet the cleaning fee is going to be crazy expensive."

"Don't be sorry, baby girl. I fucking loved it. As a matter of fact, I think we can try a new record tomorrow morning?"

She giggled as she walked past him out of the bedroom. All he could hear as she walked over to the couch was her mumbling to herself: "What did I get myself into?"

[kingdomof-omens]

Good morning, Lady V...thank you for feeding us smut for breakfast 🤤🤤 this was so hot

PANIC!

[30 Days of Bad Omens]

@signs-of-ill-portent bingo card here

Pairing List: # 5 Noah Sebastian x OFC (Mel)

Kink List: #9 Sensory Deprivation

CW: Bondage, Blindfolds, earplugs, unprotected P in V sex, oral female receiving, orgasm denial, mention of panic attack.

*AN// descriptions of panic attack, unwanted touch, and consented deprivation of senses. Please take care of your mental health.

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

Summary: Mel has a panic attack at a party and Noah helps her to calm down.

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Mel finds herself sitting alone in the corner of the living. Loud music blasts through the speakers as people dance and grind around her. She sucks in a shaky breath. The air is hot and sticky from the body heat. I have to stay. I have to do this for Nicholas. I promised Noah I would come. 

She tries to convince herself to remain planted on the couch. She clenches her shaking fists. It’s all too much. Too much noise. Everyone’s too close. Mel struggles to take a deep breath. She shuts her eyes tight trying to keep the tears from spilling over. When a tear escapes it does her in.

Mel shoots up from the couch and pushes through the crowded space. She practically sobs in relief when she eyes a sliding door to the patio outside. The cool autumn air floods into her lungs with every gasp. Mel plops herself down onto the cement patio and leans against the brick wall of the house. Shutting her eyes tight Mel sobs into her hands wishing she could disappear. 

“Melly, are you okay?” A soft voice calls over to her. Through her hiccups and wails, she can’t hear whoever called after her. Gentle warm hands begin to rub up and down her arms. Mel’s eyes spring open as she gasps for another breath. A shadow of Noah appears in her blurry vision. His mouth is moving but his voice is muffled. Noah tenderly caresses her cheeks and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. 

“I’m here Melly.” Noah’s voice pierces through the haze of her mind. “Take a big breath for me.” Noah inhales deeply through his nose and then exhales through his mouth. Mel follows with a shaky breath. 

“Atta girl. Let’s try another, okay?” Mel nods. “Breathe in with me. Inhale…”

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Noah watches as Mel’s chest rises. “That’s my girl. Now exhale…”

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Mel’s breathing steadies and her vision clears. “How are you feeling?” Noah asks as he crosses his long legs to sit across from her. He takes her hands in his and squeezes gently. 

“Better, thank you.” Mel rasps out, her throat is still sore from crying.

“Was it too loud?” Mel nods her head quickly and drops her eyes to her hands still entwined in Noah’s. “Despite his quiet demeanor, Nicholas can be a party animal. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.” Noah chuckles as he rummages through the pocket in his jeans. 

“Here.” Noah presents Mel with his Loop earplugs. “These should help with the sound. And I won’t leave your side tonight ok?” 

Mel cracks a smile. “You’re the best, Noah.” 

“Hey, I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by noise and crowds. I got you, babe.” 

Noah grins at Mel as he rises and offers her his hand. Mel practically skips back into the house with Noah by her side. Mel and Noah’s friendship has always been a special one. Quick to rekindle after months of touring like they never missed a beat. The way they met was an accident but their connection feels like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. 

Crossing the threshold of the sliding door, the muffled music fills Mel’s ears as if she were in a waiting room instead of a raging house party. Noah entwines his fingers through hers and leads her into the kitchen. Without letting her go, he grabs her a glass and fills it with water. Mel giggles at the image of this tall tattooed man rummaging through cabinets with one hand. Mel gulps down the water and thanks Noah. 

Noah leans into her and asks Mel to dance which she gleefully accepts as she, inturns,  pulls him into the living where moments ago she was having a panic attack. Noah can’t help but grin at how much Mel lights up a room with her excitement when she’s not overwhelmed by the world. 

Mel brings herself on her tip toes to wrap her arms around Noah’s neck. Noah adjusts slightly to wrap his arms around her waist closing the gap between them. Mel’s green eyes shimmer against the strobe lights as her hips sway to the beat. Noah leans over to tell Mel he will grab them a drink. She nods but keeps dancing allowing the music to fill her and push away the anxiety. Mel closes her eyes and raises her arms releasing all abandon grinding on anyone nearby. 

Arms wrap around Mel’s waist as a firm body presses against her. With her eyes closed and earplugs in, she is utterly oblivious to the scene around her. The warm hand snakes down her dress grazing the exposed skin of her thigh. Mel’s eyes shoot open as fear and adrenaline course through her veins. She pushes against the stranger's arms but he grabs her wrists and pulls her against him. 

“Let her go,” Noah’s familiar voice pierces Mel’s muffled ears. 

Her heartbeat skyrockets as Noah pushes through the crowd to her. The stranger digs his nails into her and she lets out a small yelp. She searches frantically for Noah in the crowd but he’s nowhere in sight. Mel’s chest heaves up and down as she gasps for air. “Noah!” Mel screams at the top of her lungs. The crowd starts to scatter when all of a sudden, she stumbles forward out of the stranger’s grasp. Mel slams into someone’s shoulder and lands on her ass. In the frenzy, Mel scrambles to her feet and forces her way through the mass of bodies. The sea of people pushes Mel to the staircase. Mel sprints up the stairs and opens the first she finds. 

Mel collapses against the door gasping for air. In the dim light of the bedroom, Mel’s thoughts begin to spiral about Noah’s well-being… Noah. Inhale Mel!  She takes in a shaky breath but blows it out quickly through her teeth. Tears prick the corners of her eyes. It’s no use. Hastily she pulls the earplugs from her ears and throws them to the ground. 

A knock on the door. “Mel, are you in here?” Mel jumps to her feet and opens the door. 

“N-Noah!” Mel hiccups. 

Noah sees Mel’s wide eyes and heaving chest. He pulls her into an embrace. “Breathe Melly,” he soothes gently stroking her hair. Noah feels her chest expand against him. Her raspy breath tightens his stomach. 

“Just like that,” Noah whispers pulling her tighter. When Mel’s breath starts to even Noah back slightly.

“What do you need from me?” Noah asks wiping away her tears. 

Mel is desperate for an escape from the racing thoughts in her head. Despite her knowing Noah is safe her thoughts won’t cease. “I-I need a distraction,” Mel squeaks out barely audible. A blush creeps over her cheeks. 

“What kind of distraction?"

Noah’s voice is low as he searches her eyes for the answer. In the shadows, Noah can still see a small spark of desire in her green eyes. 

“You,” Mel breaths out. Noah’s core tightens at the revelation. 

“I can help with that,” Noah whispers in her ear then plants a tender kiss on her cheek.

Mel gasps softly as Noah’s lips graze the delicate skin of her jaw. Mel inhales Noah’s cologne of cinnamon and sandalwood. It instantly turns the tightness in her stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. 

“Can I kiss you here?”

Noah’s lips linger mere centimeters from her lips. Mel can practically taste the spice of bourbon Noah drank earlier. Through hooded eyes, Mel looks up at Noah. His eyes are dark. 

“Yes,” Mel rushes out. “Pleas-” 

Noah silences Mel with a chaste kiss and leads her to rest against the door. His kiss is tender as if she is fragile, but Mel urges forward as her hands dive under the hem of his shirt and she digs her nails into his hips pulling him closer. Noah grunts at the shock of pain but it only encourages him more as he splits Mel’s lips apart with his tongue. Sloppy wet noises and mutual moans fill the room. Mel nibbles at Noah’s bottom lip as she breaks away from the kiss. For a heartbeat and a breath, they stare intently at each other. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Noah asks taking a step back to gauge Mel’s reaction. He cares about her too deeply and doesn’t want to hurt her. 

“Yes, after everything that happened tonight, I need to get out of my head and I know you will keep me safe.” Mel watches as Noah picks up the Loop earplugs from the floor and then walks over to the bedside table.

“Ok, good thing you stumbled into my bedroom,” Noah chuckles as he rummages in the drawer for a second.

He places something small in his back pocket and places a condom and a sleep mask on the nightstand. He lights the candle and places it on the table. Mel’s mouth drops open when Noah rips the comforter off the bed, casting it to the ground. At each end of the bed, he adjusts the bed restraints so they are snug around the mattress.

“Sensory deprivation can help you focus all your attention on how I make you feel.” Noah hands Mel the earplugs. “And remember if you need everything to stop, just say ‘stop’.

“I understand,” Mel says as she puts the earplugs back in. 

“I’m going to start slow, ok?” Mel nods her head. “Now that we have deprived your sense of hearing I’m going to ask you to close your eyes.” 

Mel’s heartbeat pulses in her ears as she shuts her eyes tight. Excitement and arousal begin to bubble in her stomach. Noah’s breath is hot when it tickles her face. Warm and soft lips trail kisses along her jaw. Mel lets out a breathy moan as Noah nips at the delicate skin of her neck. Noah’s deep chuckle rumbles against her ear. 

Mel flinches as Noah’s fingertips graze her shoulders as he pulls down the straps of the dress. Mel sucks in a breath as Noah draws lazy circles on her shoulders and chest with the pad of a finger. With a tug, the dress falls to the floor. Goosebumps spread over Mel’s arms as she shakes slightly to the unexpected cool air. 

To his surprise, Mel doesn’t cover herself in shame like other girls might. She just stands there in her rose-colored lingerie with her eyes still closed, perfectly still for him to admire. Noah has to clench his fist to hold back the urge to touch her. He has to take this slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her. 

Noah walks over to the bed and grabs the mask then beelines for the bedside table. Noah chuckles to himself as he slips on his leather glove. Carefully, Noah slips the mask over Mel’s eyes. With his gloved hand, Noah tilts Mel’s head slightly and brushes his thumb over her lower lip. 

“Glove… leather glove?” Mel’s brows furrow turning the idea over in her head. 

“Is that what you think it is? Describe the way it feels to me.” Noah glides his fingertip down her jaw and throat. He rests his hand open around her neck, rubbing small circles on the side.

“It’s soft and smells like leather… and sweat?” Mel giggles. “Oh, it’s your concert glove isn’t it?” 

Noah can’t help but throw his head back and laugh. “Yes, yes it is Melly. I can’t believe you got that correct.” Noah caresses her cheek. 

“Open up.” Mel swallows down an excited giggle as she opens her mouth sticking her tongue out. Suddenly something small and…sour hits her tongue. Mel’s face twists as the tangy candy melts and coats her tongue. 

“Noah what the-” Noah grasps the back of Mel’s neck and crashes his lips onto hers spearing her lips apart with his tongue. Noah’s shoulders tense as the tartness from the candy touches his tongue. Mel groans as Noah explores her mouth further. When he breaks the sloppy kiss he grins from ear to ear. 

“How did that taste?” Noah chuckles.

“Sour and...” Mel licks her lips. “Lemon!”  Arousal pools in Noah’s gut as Mel bites her lip. He can’t wait to taste her again.

“The shock of the sour can be enough to quiet the racing thoughts.”

“It was a definite shock to the system for sure, but fun! Can I have another?” Mel’s heart is about to burst from her ribcage with excitement. Noah grins, “Maybe.” 

Mel takes a sharp inhale of breath as Noah presses his body against hers and wraps his fingers around her wrists restraining them to her sides. Noah nips at her earlobe. “Sound”, he whispers. He kisses each of her eyes covered by the mask. “Sight,” he continues. Noah peppers kisses down the bridge of Mel’s nose to the tip of her adorable button nose. “Smell.” The light pressure around her wrists disappears when Noah lets her go. Mel’s lips part slightly with anticipation. She can feel Noah’s stare burning a hole in her soul.  Without warning, Noah turns Mel’s hands over and kisses each of the pads of her fingers. A sweet soft sound escapes Mel's lips. “Touch,” Noah says softly as he releases her hands. 

“How do you feel?” Noah asks. 

“Really good,” Mel’s voice comes out more breathy than she wanted. 

Noah closes the space between them. “Shall we continue?” He asks as he tilts her head with his gloved hand.

“Please, Noah.” His name on Mel’s desperate lips makes his dick twitch. Noah answers her with a heated kiss and then leads her to the bed. Noah helps Mel unfasten her lacy bra and then she steps out of her panties. If Noah could high-five himself he would as he snatches her panties and tosses them in the drawer of his bedside table. 

“Lay down on your back, dear. I’ve got you,” Noah coos as Mel scoots to the center of the bed. As Noah binds her wrists and ankles in the soft cuffs, he reviews the safewords. Noah crawls between Mel’s legs and sits back on his heels to admire her bare form. 

“You are gorgeous, you know what Mel?” Noah licks his lips as a blush creeps over Mel’s cheeks and chest.

“Thanks,” Mel says softly still trying to wrap her head around this moment. 

“Uh uh, I see those wheels turning again Mel.” Noah starts to trace lines down her chest and tummy with his gloved hand. “Focus on me and how I make you feel.” Noah watches as Mel shivers to his touch.  “That’s it, give in to the sensation.”  His hand roams back up to her breast where he lazily draws circles around her now pebbled nipple. Mel yelps when Noah pinches her nipple then the other one. Mel’s breathing quickens as Noah’s gloved hand snakes its way between her thighs and onto her sex.

“What do you want?” Noah asks as he cups her pussy. Noah bites back a groan as her heat saturates his glove. 

“You,” Mel whimpers. 

Noah adjusts above her as he slides his non-dominant hand between her folds. He takes his time teasing her clit with the soft leather garment. Noah wants Mel to beg for his touch. Mel's legs tense against the restraints. Noah watches as she bites her lip but a soft moan escapes anyway. 

“Use your words, Mel,” Noah says firmly keeping a steady circle around her clit.

“Touch me, please.” 

In an instant, Noah pulls away from Mel and off the bed. Mel’s heartbeat quickens as adrenaline and arousal course through her. Her clit throbs at the absence of Noah’s touch. Muffled sounds of clothes and a belt hitting the wooden floor filter through her blocked ears. The bed creaks as Noah makes his way over Mel’s bound legs. Mel squirms against her restraints trying desperately to touch Noah as his body heat emanates above her. 

“Please,” Mel whimpers softly. 

Noah obliges with a chaste kiss on her cheek, then trails tender kisses down her jaw and brushes his lips against hers. Mel answers back with a kiss. Noah deepens the kiss as he teases the tip of his cock at her entrance. 

“Desperate little thing aren’t you?” Noah smirks as he wets the tip with her slickness. 

He sits back to watch Mel’s cheeks flush. Mel huffs in frustration and then abruptly inhales sharply as Noah pinches both of her nipples with his bare hands. He grazes his fingertips along her sides, inch by inch until he digs his nails into her hips. Mel yelps as the pain spreads through her. 

“Breathe through the pain.” Noah watches Mel’s chest rise and fall. “That’s it.” 

Noah braces Mel’s thighs with elbows as he takes he leans down to nibble at the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. He soothes each bite with a tender kiss. Mel’s moans get louder encouraging Noah to do the same to her other thigh. 

“God Noah-” Mel starts.

“There’s no God here,” Noah growls then splits her folds apart with his tongue. 

Mel bucks her hips.

Noah bares down digging his nails into her to keep her steady. Noah can’t wait to let her loose. He flicks the tip of his tongue over her clit as Mel starts to mewl.  He speeds up his pace as he plunges two fingers into slick pussy.

“Fuck Noah,” Mel yells thrashing against her restraints. 

Mel’s fists clench and her legs start to tense; toes curling. Noah finds a rhythm with his fingers hitting just the right spot and he licks and sucks at her sensitive bud. 

“That’s it Mel, come for me.” 

Mel’s walls clench around his fingers drenching him in the process. Mel throws her head back as she screams his name. Noah keeps his steady pace as he finger fucks her through her orgasm. As Mel comes down from her high, she squirms as Noah drags his fingers from her pussy and then licks up her juices. 

“You taste amazing, Mel,” Noah moans between licks of his fingers. Once Noah is satisfied, he unfastens each of the restraints and pulls off the sleep mask. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

Noah’s big brown eyes and dazzling grin are the first things Mel sees as her eyes adjust. Tendrils stick to his forehead, framing his angular face. His shoulder and neck muscles tense as he breathes heavily. 

Mel caresses his cheek with her hand. “Hi.” 

Noah melts into her touch, hungry for more. So is Mel. Mel pulls Noah to her lips tilting her head slightly as she splits his lips open with her tongue. Mel trails her hands up the side of Noah’s face then tugs at the roots. Noah groans against her lips.  

Noah pulls from their heated kiss. “So needy for my touch,” he smirks as he pushes the tip of his hard covered cock into her entrance. Mel’s back arches slightly as digs her nail into Noah’s back forcing him to stretch her walls further. 

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” Noah's lashes flutter for a second then spring open when Mel wraps her legs around Noah’s waist. She pushes her heels into his back and grips his hips. It's Noah’s undoing and he can’t stop himself from thrusting into her fast and hard. 

“Yes, Noah!” Mel screams as she shuts her eyes tight. Noah slows his pace when he notices her closed eyes. 

“Eyes on me Mel. I want to watch you come undone.” Noah commands. 

Her bright green eyes are blown wide. Noah rewards Mel by grazing his thumb over her engorged clit then plunges his cock deep inside. A few more deep thrusts and stars speckle Mel’s vision. Mel’s eyes threatened to roll back but somehow she manages to keep her eyes on him as Noah fucks her through her mindblowing orgasm. 

“Atta girl, Mel,” Noah says between thrusts. “I’m almost-” Noah fucks her faster as he releases into her. Noah grunts when he slides out of her; her juices drenching his sheets. He quickly ties up the condom and before leaving the bed Noah kisses Mel on the forehead. 

“You ok?” Noah asks.

“Yeah.” Is all Mel can muster in her blissed-out state. 

“Good,” Noah grins as he helps Mel sit up. 

After they both clean themselves off, Noah changes the sheets and grabs a shirt and sweats for Mel to change into. While Mel changes he too dresses and then crawls into bed. Noah looks up when the bathroom door closes to find Mel drowning in fabric. She giggles softly when their eyes meet. 

“Come here,” Noah gestures for Mel to join him. Entangled in each other’s arms, both Mel and Noah drift off to sleep. 

[mwagneto]

happy one week to gomens release day. in case anyone was wondering how im doing, today the lack of sleep caught up to me so hard that i was just chilling in bed and looked at my phone at 21.16 and then the next time i looked at it it was 22.44. no moment where i fell asleep no moment where i woke up i just stopped looking at my screen for literally a second and my body took that as an opportunity to just fully black out

[uwooyoungs]

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[lowlymusicscenarios]

DAY 4 - A song that needs to be played loud

[catsteinbooks]

Good Omens 30 Day Challenge! (x)

Day 12: A moment that makes you angry

Bad angels!!!

How dare they lay hands on my sweet, precious Aziraphale!

[pretzel-box]

"This is a side note from Professor Doctor XXXX from the research department to the person in charge of the archive in the basement level.

We have found a curious file among our stash, no name or serial number marked, and would like to know if it accidentally slipped among the requested research material from last week.

Multiple assets are found in the said file.

Please page me or leave a note if you find out more. I leave the keycard to retrieve the file at the front desk.

Day 1: Arrival

Day 2: Bad Omen

Day 3: In the Black

Day 4: Dying Lights

Day 5: False Friends

Day 6: Wrong Rooms

Day 7: Loose Assets

Day 8: Ventilations

Day 9: Suprise Guests

Day 10: Faces in the dark

Day 11: Unspoken Crimes

Day 12: A warm thought

Day 13: Drowning

Day 14: Hide and Seek

Day 15: Dehydration

Day 16: Stocking Up

Day 17: Wrong turn

Day 18: Meeting with Death

Day 19: Three Eyes

Day 20: An Easter Egg

Day 21: Items of Interest

Day 22: A cup of Tea

Day 23: Campfire Story

Day 24: Pumpkin Collection

Day 25: Ghost Hunt

Day 26: A spooky decoration

Day 27: Your favorite monster

Day 28: Costume Parade

Day 29: Summoning Circles

Day 30: Stormy Blackout

Day 31: Trick Or Treat

And with that, welcome to Pretzels October Prompt Challenge, totally selfmade by Pretzel herself. It's a selection of 31 prompts which I will turn into short stories and dabbles.

Of course, others can participate too! It doesn't have to be fanfiction. You can make art or write poems too. Anything is allowed, and you don't even have to do every single day. It's a fun little opportunity to be creative once you feel like it.

I will post the short stories all with the #OctoberPressurePrompts !

[kingdomof-omens]

Day 12- Silk: Folio x Lesley

30 days of Bad Omens Bingo Card here Masterlist Can also be found on Wattpad This is a work of fiction based on real people. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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Pairing: Folio x Lesley

Warnings: sexting, female oral sex, male oral sex, P in V sex, fingering, praise kink (mild), mentions of female masturbation, language

Note: This is a part three of "Clutch" and "Dawn, Storm". This can be read stand-alone, but preferred to be read in series.

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It had been a few weeks since Lesley and Nick admitted their feelings to each other for "truth time". They spent the rest of the weekend on the beach discussing what that meant for their friendship and if they were going to become an item, ultimately deciding to take it to the next level.

And boy did they.

When they returned back home from their weekend getaway, Lesley stayed over at Nick's place like she usually did, and everything was just the same like it had always been. Until they decided to demolish two bottles of wine between the two, and Nick kept giving smoldering looks to Lesley.

Tipsy on wine and butterflies in her tummy, Lesley thought Nick's smolder was the most adorable thing she had ever seen, responding in giggles every time he did it. He kept doing it because her giggles were the sweetest sounds he had ever heard, better than any type of music anyone could ever produce.

But then the smoldering looks turned into him dragging his bottom lip in between his teeth when she bent over because she would drop something from being tipsy. If Lesley was being honest, she wasn't really that clumsy...but Nick didn't have to know that.

They jokingly flirted with each other all night, teasing to see which one would break first and do something about the building excitement pulsing through their veins. Truth be told, the wine ended up wearing off and fatigue had weighed down their eyelids, the two deciding to succumb to sleep rather than explore each other's bodies.

Nick soon went back on tour, leaving Lesley at home to wait. She didn't mind, though. He always came back to her when tour was over, he had told her that himself. She didn't obsessively check his socials to make sure he was okay anymore, because whenever Nick had the chance, he was texting or video chatting her.

When there were a few days left before Nick would return home, Lesley welcomed herself into his house, tidying up for him. He had mentioned in passing that nothing felt better than to come home to a clean, cozy house, and Lesley wanted to help. Nick had given her a key, before they even started dating, and told her to let herself in any time. So she did, wanting to give Nick a nice little surprise.

She was tidying his room and making his bed when she smirked to herself, an idea popping into her mind.

She straightened up his silk sheets, and climbed on top of them, making herself comfortable. She pulled the front of her shirt over her breasts, showcasing the white t-shirt bra she wore underneath. She grabbed her phone and held it over her head, making a silly face as she took a selfie, and sent it to Nick with no caption.

She saw the message was delivered, but not read yet, as he was probably busy setting up for the show that started in the next hour. Feeling a little frisky, she decided to send a few more to tease the drummer for when he got off of the stage.

The first few pictures she sent weren't too risque, just enough to have Nick flustered, but she felt as if that wasn't enough. She wanted to make Nick hot and bothered. She wanted him to see the images of her and have to excuse himself away alone to take care of himself. She wanted Nick to know just how eager she was for him to return home.

The final pictures she sent of him were of her laying completely naked on her back and spread wide open on his bed with one caption:

"Miss you, can't wait for you to be home."

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He rushed home the moment the tour was over, leaving Nicholas, Noah, and Jolly on their own. They weren't supposed to fly out for another day, but Nick moved his scheduled flight up, too impatient to see Lesley to wait any longer.

He got home around midnight, two days early. He saw her car in his driveway, and his heart started thrumming in his chest. For some reason that Nick couldn't think of, he felt nervous to see her again. Coming home to her after every tour was normal, but this time was a little bit different since they decided to make themselves a couple. He chalked it up to the fact that he could already feel an erection forming, along with the excitement of just being with her again for the first time in weeks. He had missed her little kisses and hugs, her morning cuddles, and her giggles when something funny was said.

He entered his home and turned off his alarm system before running up the staircase to his room, where he was sure Lesley would be laying down sleeping. He threw open his bedroom door and immediately stopped and stood in the doorway when he saw her.

She was laying down on his side of the bed, her hair cascaded over his pillow, and the moonlight creeping in through the window onto her face. The sight took Nick's breath away, seeing just how beautiful she was when she was sleeping with not a worry in the world.

He quietly moved closer, sitting on the bed next to her. He started to run his fingers through her hair, leaning close to her ear and whispering to her that he was home and that he missed her. She started to stir, stretching and turning to the person next to her. At first glance, she let out a gasp and sat up quickly, extremely confused on who this other person was. When her eyes focused and her brain finally processed that it was Nick, she let out a squeal and threw her body into his torso, bringing her arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"Holy shit, Nicky! You scared me!" She yelled into his chest, hugging him tighter. He chuckled into her hair, planting a kiss on the top of her head, and wrapping his arms around her, too.

"I missed you too much and came home early. Wanted to surprise you." He whispered to her, tightening his grip around her, his thumb caressing her arm.

"Best surprise ever." She said, moving her head to look into his eyes. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips on hers, kissing her sweetly. She kissed him back, tender at first, before he leaned more into the kiss, deepening it.

They shared open mouth kisses until Nick's tongue darted out and swiped against hers, causing her to let out a small moan. Kissing more feverishly now, he let go of his hold from around her torso and slowly stood up from his sitting position, leaning over the side of the bed to continue kissing her. He grabbed her waist and slightly pushed her back, indicating to her to move backwards, more to the middle of the bed. As she moved backwards, he crawled on his knees onto the bed, following her. He never once let their lips separate. 

She moved backwards until she felt the cool headboard pressed against her back, Nick still on his knees, now straddling her lap. Before she could bring her hands up to tangle in his hair, he separated from the kiss, moving off of her and standing from the bed again. She looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on her face. He walked to the foot of the bed, and reached forwards, grabbing her ankles. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he yanked her down the bed, her yelping in response.

Now that she was laying down, Nick crawled back onto the bed, taking his hands and separating her knees before slotting his body in between them. He leaned over her, his hands planted next to her arms, and rutted his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her.

He moved so his mouth brushed against her earlobe, whispering quiet words to her. 

"Don't think I forgot about those pictures, Les. Do you know what they did to me?" He asked her, nibbling on her earlobe afterwards. She hissed through her teeth at the sensation.

One of his hands gripped her chin and turned her head to side, exposing her neck to him. He started kissing and sucking on the smooth skin, purple botches appearing.

He licked up her neck, bringing his mouth to her ear again. "I had to leave the venue early and lock myself in the hotel bathroom before they got back. I beat my dick and came so hard, I almost passed out. But that's what you wanted, isn't it?" He rutted his hips into hers again, her stringing out a series of moans to his sultry words.

"All I could think about the rest of the tour was coming home and burying myself in you. Is that what you want, Les? You want me to make you cum so hard you almost pass out?" Her hips rolled into his as he turned her head to lock their lips together again.

They kissed so hard Lesley could feel their lips bruising, but she didn't care. She reached down and yanked the bottom hem of his shirt, silently begging him to rid of it. Nick obliged, standing on his knees and reaching over his shoulders to grab the back of his shirt to pull over his head. He tossed the shirt off to the side, then grabbed the bottom hem of Lesley's shirt, pushing the clothing up her torso. She sat up, connecting her lips with Nick's again and raised her arms as he undressed her. Her shirt being tossed on the floor with his.

Lesley moved her mouth to Nick's throat, kissing and sucking the skin underneath his jaw as her arms wrapped around his torso. Her nails left crescent moon shaped marks in his skin that claimed him as her own. He hissed through his teeth at the slight pain, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, sliding the straps off of her shoulders to also get rid of it. With her breasts exposed, he gently pushed her down onto her back again, her hair cascading on the pillows.

He took a moment to look down upon her. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and she was panting, trying to catch her breath. Her breasts were moving with every sharp intake of her lungs and he could feel how hard his cock was in his pants. Even though she was so exposed, sprawled out on his sheets underneath of him, all he could do was look at all of her features and think how beautiful she was. Her normally crystal blue eyes were dark with lust and want, her lips were swollen and red, and her cheeks were flushed with desire.

He realized he took a little long staring at how gorgeous his girlfriend was when she let out a breathy moan with a "Nick, please." It snapped him out of his daze, him leaning down to connect their lips again with a forceful kiss full of want and need.

He brought his hand to her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers, causing her to moan into his mouth. He trailed wet kisses down her chin to her neck, gently biting the sensitive flesh. She moaned out again, bringing her hands to tangle in his dark hair. His kisses kept going lower until his mouth was hovering over her other nipple, his tongue slowly licking the hard pebble. Her hands tightened in his hair causing him to groan at the slight sting of pain on his scalp.

Her hips were rolling into his, giving Nick some much needed friction on his throbbing cock. But it wasn't enough. He pinched her nipple again, causing her to yelp, and sat up, grabbing the waistband of her sleep shorts and quickly tugging them down her legs. He threw her shorts over his shoulder and grabbed her knees, spreading her wide open underneath of him.

"Oh baby, your pussy is so much prettier in person." He breathed out, her grabbing her tit and whimpering at his praise. He shuffled down the bed until his face was a mere inch away from her wet core, breathing in her aroma. She rolled her hips towards his face, pleading for him to touch her.

Eager to give her what she wanted, his tongue darted out and licked her entrance, slowly dragging up her folds to circle her clit. She gasped when she felt his warm, soft tongue on her pussy, moaning at the sensation of her clit being sucked into his mouth.

He suckled on her clit before dragging his tongue up and down her folds, his head wiggling side to side to bury his face into her core. "Nick...feels so good." She whimpered underneath of him, her hips rolling into his face. He moaned into her pussy, feeling her clench around his tongue that was teasing her hole.

"You taste so fucking good, Les." He whispered into her skin, bringing his finger up to tease at her opening. She moaned again and pushed her body down, needing him to work her from the inside.

He slowly pushed his finger into her, feeling the wet warmth of her cunt surround his finger. He let out a breathy moan before licking his lips and sucking on her clit again. She cried out when he hooked his finger inside of her, pressing into the spongy spot that had her panting from the pleasure.

Her hands were tangled in his hair, holding his head in place as he worked her to her climax. She was rolling her hips into his face, moaning every time his finger brushed against the sweet spot inside of her. He was moaning into her pussy, the sting of pain from her pulling his hair causing his cock to twitch in his pants at every tug. 

"Nick! Nick I'm- I'm gonna-" she panted out, her legs around his head starting to shake. The hand that wasn't working her from the inside came up and grabbed her thigh roughly, keeping her spread open around his head. He knew she reached her climax when she screamed out and tried closing her legs, the grip on her thigh not letting her, and he felt her pussy throb and contract around his finger. He worked her through her orgasm, licking up all of her slick from her folds until she gripped his hair tightly and pulled him off of her.

She pulled him up to her, attacking his lips in a needy kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, causing her to groan into his mouth. She kissed him until she could no longer taste herself, sucking the last of her essence off of his tongue.

"Such a good girl." He whispered to her, her body forming goosebumps at the praise. "Hm, you like that? Being told how good you are?" He teased, dragging his finger through her folds. She whimpered and nodded, her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Her hands came to the button of his pants, undoing it and sliding the zipper down. He sat up and shoved his pants down his thighs, laying down next to Lesley to pull them all the way off. Lesley took the moment to sit up and help him pull his pants and boxers down his legs, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothing. His cock slapped against his stomach, the head red and swollen. Precum was leaking out from his tip and Lesley licked her lips, wanting to feel the weight of his member on her tongue.

She leaned down and licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the head, making eye contact with Nick as she did so. His breath hitched, tensing his body at the much needed friction. Her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping a few times before licking and kissing the head. Nick brought his hands up and pulled her hair from her face, wrapping it in one of his hands. She moaned at the slight tug, sucking just the head of his dick into her mouth.

"You're doing so good, baby. Just like that." He whispered out, throwing his head back onto the pillow. She pulled off of his cock and licked his shaft again, making sure to wet it so it would be easier for her to blow him, before wrapping her lips around him again.

He let out a breathy moan when he felt her warm, wet mouth take most of his dick. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down, her hand still on his shaft pumping to the movement of her head. He groaned out when her tongue twirled around the head, pleasure building in his belly.

She went down on his cock again, taking a deep breath before removing her hand and pushing her head down further. She swallowed around him, guiding his member into her throat. She felt his dick twitch in her throat when her nose was buried in the tuft of his pubic hair. Nick raised his head and looked down at Lesley, his cock swallowed whole by her. She looked up into his eyes and moaned, causing Nick to gasp out from the vibrating pleasure.

With his hand that still had a firm grip on her hair, he tugged and pulled her up, his cock popping out of her mouth. He forced her up to crawl up his body until he could press their lips together, moaning into her mouth before biting her bottom lip. She reciprocated the kiss, sucking on his tongue when he let go of her lip.

He pulled back and let go of her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. "You almost made me cum. I'm not done with you yet." Her eyes widened at his words before he sat both of them up, tossing her to the side and laying on top of her. His hips rutted into hers, his cock sliding through her soaked folds causing her to moan.

He gripped his cock and placed it at her opening, looking into her eyes asking her if she was ready. She looked at him and nodded, grabbing her tits in her hands to massage them. "Oh no ma'am. I need to hear you, Les." He teased.

"Please, Nick. I need it so badly." She whimpered out, rolling her hips trying to force his cock into her.

"That's my good girl." The hand that wasn't gripping himself grabbed her hip, holding her steady for him. "Good girls get rewarded." He spoke, removing his hand from himself and grabbing her other hip, thrusting into her fast and hard. She yelped in response and closed her eyes, moaning at the feeling of being so full.

"Look at me Les. I want to watch you." He said, rolling his hips into her, rubbing his mound into her clit. Her eyes popped open and looked into his, her mouth forming an O shape. He pulled almost all of the way out of her before snapping his hips into hers again. The force of his thrust caused her tits to bounce, his dick twitching at the sight.

"Faster, Nick. Need more." She whimpered out, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Nick, happy to give his girl what she wanted, sped up his thrusts, gripping her hips tightly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closely as she moaned from the pleasure building in her belly.

"Is this- oh god- is this what you wanted when you sent those pictures?" He asked her, leaning down to lick a stripe up her neck. She let go of her hold on her nipples, wrapping her hands around his neck. She moaned in response, Nick stopping his thrusts.

She looked at him with confusion in her face when he stopped. He smirked at her and rolled his hips into her slowly, answering her silent question. "I told you, baby girl. I want to hear you."

"Yes." She breathed out, rutting her hips into his, searching for friction. He pulled his hips back, and pressed down on hers to stop her movements.

"Did you touch yourself after you sent them to me?" He asked, kissing her neck. She whimpered and replied with another breathy "yes."

"God, that's so fucking sexy." He moaned out, thrusting deep into her again. His thrust caught her off guard, making her gasp.

"Don't stop, Nick. You're gonna make me cum!" She yelled out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Not yet. I'm going to cum too. Ugh, you're so fucking wet." He was thrusting faster and harder into Lesley now, the force making his headboard knock against the wall. He felt her legs start to shake around his waist, her orgasm building stronger and stronger.

His thrusts started to stutter and he knew he was going to blow soon. He removed a hand from her hip and placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing her sensitive nub. That's all it took for her orgasm to wash over her, screaming out and scratching his shoulders, her pussy throbbing around his cock.

The feel of her pussy clenching around him snapped the tight coil of pleasure in his belly, him groaning loudly and releasing his load inside of her. He slowed his thrusts, working both of them through their orgasms.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting to catch their breath. He turned his head, placing loving kisses on her cheek, causing her to giggle. She ran her hands through his, now sweat soaked, hair, scratching his scalp.

When his cock softened inside of her, he got up and went to the adjourning bathroom, cleaning himself and grabbing a washcloth for Lesley. He cleaned her up and tossed the cloth onto the floor, deciding to pick everything up in the morning.

 They cuddled together under the blanket, whispering words of love between themselves as they fell asleep under the moonlight.

[megamindsecretlair]

Ur MM fic was soooo good!!! Pls write more of him I beg😭🫶🏾

A/N: no need to beg, you know I got you anon! Make sure to show some love to @planetblaque and @soft-persephone for their MM fics!

Leaving Me Sleepless

Pairing: Neighbor!Mother's Milk x Neighbor!Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Age gap, more so late 20s/early 30s, but can be read however. Dom Mother's Milk, Cursing, PIV, SMUT, FLUFF, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and female receiving), D/s elements, Sorry if I missed others. Season 1 MM, no spoilers for the show. Divorced MM. Brat reader. Corruption kink if you squint. Possession Kink. Size kink.

Summary: You were ready to start a new chapter of your life, moving into your first house all by your lonesome. Done with waiting on others to get their lives together, you were finally pursuing the life you wanted. You had everything planned, until you didn’t. 

Marvin comes to your rescue, turning a stressful day into something sweet and full of laughs. An easy friendship builds between you. Only you can’t wait any longer to see if this is one sided. You decide to start toying with Marvin, just to see how long it would take him to break.

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Word count: 10,515k

A/N: I don't know what it is about this man. But enjoy my brainrot! Love him dowwwnnn. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

It wasn’t your intention to toy with your hot neighbor, Marvin. When you moved in, you were prepared to do it all yourself. You got a moving company to help you pack up your shit from your ex-boyfriend’s house. You successfully transferred your utilities to your new place, leaving that broke motherfucker with no power for a weekend. You were on top of it. 

Okay, so not everything was so smooth. You got a flat tire on the freeway, the moving van wrote down your address wrong, and when you arrived at your new place, no moving truck to be found, you had a breakdown about it. To be fair, it was a hard and emotional day. This was the first time you bought a house, did it by yourself, and you were nervous as hell.

Your family wasn’t the most supportive. They kept asking you if you were sure you were ready and what were you going to do with that big house to yourself? As if finally having some alone time and gaining safety for the first time in your life was a bad thing. So not having the moving truck at your new place was like an ill omen. 

You started to doubt yourself. What would you do with a house to yourself? You were responsible for everything now. It was on you to take the trash out, keep up with the lawn and maintenance, cook meals, wash your sheets. The pressure of your decision crushed you to pieces until the dam broke and the tears were falling like crazy.

You hadn’t called the moving truck just yet. You needed time to break down before you pulled yourself together. You were a strong, independent woman and you were going to be okay. Like you always were. 

Marvin was just getting home from wherever he spent his time and saw you in front of your new place, standing on the curb and trying hard to hide your crying. You only had a few bags in your car, essential things you knew you didn’t trust with the movers. Smart thinking, but it wasn’t a bed. It wasn’t cookware. It wasn’t anything you needed to have a successful first day in your new place. The sun was losing its heat, traveling across the sky like the moon was on its heels. 

Marvin called out to you, walking up like he would single-handedly solve all of your problems. He wore a white T-shirt with the Wu Tang symbol on it. Medium wash jeans and white sneakers. He wore a gold chain as well, complimenting the golden hue of his skin. 

He also had a thick beard on his beautiful face. Neat and well-trimmed. But his eyes were the kindest you’d ever seen. In just a few minutes, it’d be easy to fall into the brown depths and never come up for air. 

You swiped at your eyes and smiled at him. “I’m okay, I’m fine!” You said, waving him off. Why was it that fine ass men always popped out when you looked like hell? You were currently wearing raggedy blue sweats with mysterious stains all over, some from bleach, paint, or whatever other dirty job needed done. Your lavender shirt had seen better days, the graphic on it cracked and nearly faded away. Your tennis shoes were peeling in one corner, but these were your most comfortable and didn’t want to give them up.

And ugh, your hair. You looked tore up from the floor up and you did not need your neighbor meeting you like this. Why couldn’t he catch you on your way out to the club or out to eat with your friends? You had a new, gorgeous leopard print dress in your moving van, with sexy three hoop gold earrings that were calling your name. Fuck me heels that made your ass look amazing. Why couldn’t he meet you then?

“Is everything alright? Are you sure?” He asked. 

God, that voice. You smiled and nodded, clutching your phone for dear life. He needed to move away, now. You wish the neighbors were out when you were scoping the house. If you knew he looked like that, you would have never shown up like this. The embarrassment was killing you. 

“I’m okay, Mr…?” You asked.

He smiled. “Call me Marvin, please,” he said. 

You introduced yourself. Sexy name matching a sexy man. He was so damn broad and thick. Just how you liked ‘em. But no, no, you promised yourself to focus on you right now. On getting this house set up exactly how you liked it. You weren’t going to have a traditional housewarming party. You weren’t going to invite all that negative energy into your new place. This new period in your life was about you, getting your mental stronger, your life together. Focus on your goals and finally getting started on your lifelong dreams. Nowhere in that plan you dreamt up with your best friend did it include a man. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help with?” He asked. He sounded and looked so sincere, that your shoulders slumped and you sighed, looking down the street like it would magically conjure the moving truck. 

“It’s silly,” you said and rolled your eyes, waving away his concern. 

Marvin smiled and tilted his head. “Try me. You’d be doing me a favor actually. I only had plans to go inside, grab a beer, and pig out. You’d be saving me from getting fat and lazy,” he said, patting his stomach. That smile.

You couldn’t help but giggle, checking him out. And letting him know that you were checking him out. “There’s no chance in hell you’d end up fat and lazy,” you told him. He chuckled and rubbed his beard, his thumb swiping at the corner of his mouth. 

“You never know. These things add up. And you’re changing the subject,” he said. 

You sighed and suppressed a smile. Fine. Fine. You broke down and told him the whole ordeal. That you were moving in and waiting for your truck. Marvin cursed softly, excusing his words, and asked for the number to the movers. 

He used his own phone to call them, getting in their asses about taking advantage of you. They knew exactly where your house was and if they weren’t here in thirty minutes, giving you a steep discount for their actions, then he’d report they ass on their website, on social media, and anyone else who’d listen. 

Your mouth dropped listening to him. He was in complete control, not taking an ounce of slack from the movers. All of your interactions with them had been cordial, but there were enough times where you thought you were on them too much. You were trying to escape your ex’s house before he came home. You felt like a screaming harpy, telling them to move their ass. 

A little bass from a man and suddenly they could hop to. Fucking pigs. When Marvin was done, he smiled. “There, they’ll haul ass now. I’m sorry they did that to you,” he said.

You waved him off. “No way, you’re my hero. I would’ve been arguing for an hour to get them to show up with enough daylight to put things where I need,” you said. The relief you felt was almost indescribable. All thanks to a friendly neighbor. With no wedding ring, you might’ve observed.

“You wanna come inside and wait? I mostly have beer, but maybe some juice? Water?” He asked.

You bit your lip, feeling awkward and gross but he was just so helpful. You didn’t want to give that up just yet. “Are you sure I wouldn’t be a bother?” You asked.

“I promise,” he said. 

You nodded. Well, fuck it. You followed him to his place, stepping inside his place hoping for the best. You were blown away actually. His place smelled amazing, light like lemon and something breezy or tropical. 

The place was spotless, not a cushion out of place. His living room was nice and spacious, with a thick rug underneath the couch and coffee table. You sat down while Marvin went to grab you some water. 

Marvin asked you questions about yourself and you asked him questions about him. You found out he was divorced, amicably, and they shared a beautiful daughter together. He worked with inner city youth at a detention center, keeping knuckleheads from making dumb ass mistakes. 

The more he talked, the more you started to see a clearer picture of him. He paid extra care to cleanliness letting you know that he’d never, ever tolerate being in your place. You weren’t a slob, but you weren’t Johnny on the spot either. Sometimes dishes piled up or you lounged in bed all day. You could already see and hear the arguments, the disgusted looks, the pot shots. 

You subtly sighed. Too bad. He’d make someone a fine ass husband one day. While you talked, the moving van showed up in record time. You tried saying bye to Marvin, but he insisted on staying to make sure the movers didn’t try to get over on you again.

Thanks to Marvin, the movers moved the heavy shit where it needed to go and brought your boxes to the rooms they were assigned to. You had more than enough time to unpack what you needed tonight, clean out the bathtub and kitchen, so that you could bathe in your new place and cook in your new place. 

You offered to cook something for Marvin, but he excused himself, saying he took up enough of your time. He hoped you had a good night and now that you were neighbors, he told you not to be a stranger. He was like a buff fairy godmother and you couldn’t stop thanking him as he left.

“No thanks, necessary. I’m just glad I was around. Did you get a chance to change the locks yet?” He asked.

You shook your head. You hadn’t even thought to do so. “If you buy some new locks, I can install them for you. Get some with a longer latch,” he said.

You stared at him blankly with an adorable smile on your face. “And that means…?” You asked. 

Marvin chuckled. “If you like, I’m free tomorrow and we can go to the store. Get some things to make sure you’re safe in here,” he said. He stood in the doorway, framed by a darkening sky. The white shirt glowed against his skin. He looked like an angel. Or maybe that was just your thinking because of how incredible he was. 

“I’ve taken up enough of your weekend,” you said, looking down and playing with invisible lint by the door. 

Marvin waited until you looked back at him to smile. “You can’t be a bother if I volunteer. Here, take my number, and if you need anything, just call or text. No matter the day or time,” he said. 

You took his number and gave him yours, giggling to yourself. “You don’t like me being here all by my lonesome, do you?” You asked.

He chuckled and nodded. “I know, I sound like an old-fashioned old man. You can absolutely take care of yourself. But I’m around, okay?” He asked.

You nodded, thanked him again, and finally let him leave your stoop. You closed and locked the door behind you, leaning back against it, and squealed to yourself. He was an impossible dream. An angel. A hero. Your savior. You’d still be outside crying your eyes out while the movers hemmed and hawed about your most precious possessions. 

You daydreamed for a few minutes, letting the crush finally take over. There may never be a future, but he was sweet. And fun. And so caring it hurt. 

You threw on some tunes and started dancing around your space, getting the essentials cleaned up that day. You started in the bathroom, the one place you refused to let get dirty. First, because it grossed you out and second, because you liked taking relaxing baths with candles and music. 

And so on it went. Marvin did take you to the hardware store the next day, being patient with you and explaining why you needed this or that. Some of the items you genuinely did know about, but he was so adorable explaining things to you. He was patient, never acted put out, and never made you feel dumb for asking so many questions.

Perhaps it was then that it all started. Acting ditzy whenever he came around. Not enough to be obvious. But just so helpless unless he swooped to the rescue. And you always thanked him by calling him your hero, heaping praises on him, and making sure to grip his thick biceps and looking into his eyes as you expressed your gratitude.

As the weeks and months passed, you fell into an easy friendship with him. Your work hours aligned with his, sometimes arriving home at the exact same moment. Intending to just catch up for a few minutes, there were times you almost got sick standing outside in the cold air with him talking. 

If he “happened” to make extra food, he made sure to bring it over and he promised that you were doing him the favor. If you “happened” to make extra food, you returned the sweet gesture, passing the same dishware back and forth. 

You always texted first to make sure he didn’t have company. One day, he laughed riotously and told you that he wasn’t seeing anyone. And his friends weren’t the “come over and hang out” type. 

“And you talk about me being in a house all by myself,” you scolded him playfully, and made sure to drop by just because. You told yourself that you were just being harmless, just making sure to repay him for being so sweet to you as a neighbor. 

You weren’t sure when the teasing started. Whenever you talked to Marvin, it seemed like you were having a different conversation with your bodies. He made you warm all over. His presence and his smell already drew you in. But his protective nature and sense of humor made sure you were downright smitten.

You touched his arm or hand whenever you could. He’d find ways to step closer, or place his hand on the small of your back as he moved around you in the kitchen. Whenever you’d join him on the couch watching sports, you began to sit closer and closer together, thighs pressed together, and bumping shoulders. 

But he never picked up on your hints. You weren’t even sure what kind of hints you were throwing out there so you couldn’t entirely blame him. You had a feeling that he just wouldn’t accept your place. It was why you were usually at his place and not the other way around. Did you want him to kiss you? Grab you? Snatch you up? 

There were plenty of times you daydreamed about having your wicked way with him. What he’d look like when he let himself loose and grabbed you like he didn’t want to let go. Maybe he wouldn’t be into someone younger? 

There were quite a few years separating you, but hell. The dating pool was ass nowadays. These men acted like they had no home training. Like they thought the best jewelry, cars, and clothes were enough to snare a woman but their dick game was just as terrible. A bunch of pretty packaging on trash.

Marvin looked like he’d fuck well. He moved precisely, taking care to make himself as un-intimidating as possible, as welcoming as possible. Sometimes you stared outside of your window when he got home from the gym. His dick bounced in his gray sweatpants, letting you know that he had more than enough equipment. But you were confused, lost, wondering if you just liked him because he made you feel safe when no other guy ever did. Not even your own dad.

Yeah, yeah, daddy issues. Whatever. You made sure to back away from Marvin when things sort of took a turn. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you. So it was best to back away and stop sending so many mixed signals. Besides asking Marvin to fix little things around your place. You made sure to clean up first.

One night, however, you were restless. Sleepless. You had opened your blinds in your bedroom, opening the windows as well to let in some cool air. You were unbearably horny. The porn and smut books weren’t cutting it. You threw on some sexy music, grabbed your favorite drink, and danced around your place in your panties and nothing else. Why not? You’d never done such a thing at your previous addresses, never feeling safe to do so. 

You were feeling mighty good, teasing yourself, letting the anticipation build up before you broke out your Black Noir dildo, when you turned around. Marvin had entered his own bedroom. All this time, you didn’t know your bedrooms faced each other. 

He had turned on his light, moving around his room. And the pervert in you watched. And stared. He took off the black shirt he had on, moving on to his pants. You looked away before you became too big of a pervert. But…it did give you a naughty idea. You dimmed the lights a little lower and continued dancing around your place, keeping your back turned to his window.

It may not work…but…you felt sexier. More alive. More naughty. Whether or not he actually saw something, it was enough to make you want to unplug your dildo and go to town right then and there. To imagine Marvin kissing all up and down your body, worshiping you. To get a sneak peak at the dick in his pants. You just knew he knew what to do with it. Felt it all over. 

You were lost in your daydream, you turned around to grab your drink. You looked across the way at Marvin who seemed to be spazzing out. He was windmilling, stepping backwards, and you giggled as you pretended not to notice. 

Interactions after that were…interesting. Marvin couldn’t look you in the eye after that. You’d ask and poke and prod, and he’d laugh it off, giving you some excuse about not being able to sleep. You pouted and continued to rely on him for little things. The sink wasn’t working? Call Marvin. Door was stuck? Call Marvin. 

Every time, you walked him to the door asking if there was anything you could help him with and he’d only tell you he was happy to help, bid you goodnight, and then entered his house. The little minx in you couldn’t let it go. Had to see how far you could push him and what he’d do if he snapped.

You were thoroughly in love with your sweet neighbor and you wanted to torture him right out of his pants. Your bed was against the wall, opposite the door, so your windows were on the left. From what you could puzzle out, Marvin’s bed was similar. So if you happened to lay on the bed and pleasure yourself, there would be no mistaking what you were doing. 

So you did just that. The first time, you were nervous as hell. You waited till you texted Marvin good night, that you were going to turn in early. He bid you goodnight and then you waited. Waited for him to enter his room and move around the space. All you saw was a dark shadow, but you knew that he was up here for you. Or you wished for that to be true in either case.

You had your own lights dark enough to not see anything, but dim enough to not mistake it for anything else. And you pleasured yourself with your vibrator, imagining that Marvin could see everything and was wishing it was him. You pictured him sitting in the window, rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants, trying to resist touching himself. But the urge was too strong. Dick straining against his pants. So he’d take it out just to hold it. Just to relieve some of the ache. 

But then he’d see your legs moving, your hands going in and out, rubbing across your titties, and he’d know. And he’d groan. That sexy, deep, needy rumbling like he just couldn’t help himself. He’d start slowly, just absently touching himself. Stroking himself to the image of you pleasuring yourself and knowing that he could do it better. 

“Oh god, oh god,” you whined in the empty room, soft R&B music and the low vibrator the only sounds in the room. You wished it was his heavy breathing. His moaning in your ear. Was he a moaner? Did he moan while he was deep in it? 

Your clit throbbed so you pulled the Black Noir dildo out of you and rubbed it against your clit. You moaned, breathing heavier. You pictured Marvin holding it there, torturing you. Just because he was sweet didn’t mean he couldn’t be mean sometimes, right? 

The vibrations against your clit was torture and you held it there. Your hands weren’t yours anymore. They were guided by a phantom Marvin. For all you knew, he could be fast asleep at the moment. But to you, he was right in the room with you. He was holding the dildo against your clit and commanding you to hold it. 

A dildo didn’t faze him. He knew women needed something extra to take them there. He was not intimidated by a vibrating toy when he knew his dick was everything you’d ever need. “Please,” you moaned, unable to help yourself.

Your belly twisted, clit throbbing painfully. Your thoughts were completely focused on phantom Marvin, picturing his shirt off, his powerful thighs exposed. You were no better than a man in the 18th century. A little bit of ankle and you were feral for Marvin. Overcome with thoughts of him. 

You were about to cum so you plunged the black dildo into your sopping wet pussy and dialed up the vibrator. You screamed as you came, possibly calling out his name? You weren’t sure what you were saying as you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, back bowing off of the bed, legs shaking. 

When you were done, you blinked into your dark room, staring up at the ceiling. Fuck. That was intense. And wrong. And so right, it hurt. You could learn to pick up after yourself some more, couldn’t you? Because if your fantasy was even a fraction of the real thing, you needed to fuck Marvin Milk. 

Obviously, you had to consult the Council. Your circle of close friends that you trusted to tell you the truth. To see if you were tripping or if you should pursue this thing with Marvin. 

“Girl, hell no!” Your friend, Story, exclaimed on the phone. You were currently on the phone with the Council, pleading your case. 

“If his game is anything like the pics you sent, I’m honestly surprised you not knocking boots already,” your other friend, Yalonda, said. 

“To be fair, she wanted to spend this time focused on her, not a man,” her last friend, Jayne, said.

“Right, thank you!” You said. You were currently making spaghetti, stirring the noodles and trying to gauge if they were done or not. You wanted to stop tossing noodles against the wall, but hell, how else were you supposed to tell? 

“And who said focusing on Marvin is not focusing on herself? Part of self-discovery is exploration. Need I bring up Voldemort?” Yalonda asked, earning a circle of disgusted groans.

“Chile, that man dead as far as I’m concerned,” Story said.

“Raggedy bitch,” Jayne chimed in.

You chuckled, loving your friends more and more. “I don’t think I can play with this man like that, ya’ll. He sensitive,” you said. 

There was a chorus of teeth smacking and grumbles. “But is he not grown? Like if you laid it out, would he not understand?” Story asked. 

You sighed. Would he? You’d known him plenty of months, but you hadn’t gone deeper into either of your pasts. Because he was just a neighbor, really. But a neighbor you had so much in common with. You genuinely liked spending time with him. You loved his sense of humor, loved that he was so giving. You were a homebody, preferring to be in your own space and alone, rather than snuggled up underneath someone else. You got the sense that Marvin was the same. Preferring to keep his own company.

“You know how men get in they feelings when women treat them like bitches. Like shit, we took a page out of your book, playa! We trynna get like you and now it’s a problem,” Yalonda said.

“Preach! Speak on it!” Jayne said. 

You giggled. “No one’s saying I got to marry the man. But I don’t think it’d be as casual as I’m picturing,” you said. 

“There ain’t a casual bone in your body, honey. And that’s okay! You can still focus on yourself while getting dicked down,” Jayne said. 

“But if Marvin come around talkin’ ‘bout he wants a relationship, now is she wrong or is he?” Story asked, taking the words right out of her mouth. 

On and on it went. The decision was always left up to you, but still. You valued their input and it helped you realize that you cared about Marvin. Cared about how he took care of you. You didn’t have to blow this out of proportion. You could start light. There was a possibility that Marvin would be just fine with a casual affair. He had a life, you had a life, you were both adults. 

“So what you gonna do?” Story asked. The line buzzed with bated breath from your friends. You stirred the meat, adding a teensy bit more oregano, when you sighed.

“I’m gon’ fuck that old man,” you said.

You pulled the phone away from your ear as the girls squealed, gassing you up. Reminding you that you were hot as hell and it was your divine right to fuck that old man. You giggled, now needing their help. You knew how to get guys interested, but with an older man like Marvin, you didn’t know what it would take. It was your first experience taking an older man seriously. 

Would your usual tricks work? No. With the Council’s help, you figured that you’d have to go through with torturing him out of his pants. 

You started the torture by ditching your comfortable, “let’s be friends” outfits and traded them for “Whoops, a little too tight” clothing. Lots of shorts. Lots of tank tops. Your first act was to make sure that you were outside, watering your grass, wearing short shorts and flip flops, bending over unnecessarily, waiting for Marvin.

Marvin arrived home just in time and got out of his car, his lips pressed together in disapproval. “Hey!” He called out. 

You waved to him, your shirt lifting and giving him a peek at your body. He walked up his driveway, stopping to look over at you. There was a short concrete wall separating your properties, no taller than your ankles. You sauntered over, and grinned at him, taking your hand off the trigger.

The nozzle dripped with water and you collected the drops, rubbing it into your neck and chest. “Whew! It was hot as hell today, huh? Did you make sure to stay hydrated?” You asked.

Marvin swallowed and his eyes seemed unfocused, looking down somewhere on your body. You wish you knew where. Was he an ass man? A breasts man? You needed something more from him to guide you in the right direction. 

“I should be asking you that,” he said, a smile crossing his face. 

You waved him off. “You’re too sweet to me, Marvin,” you said. 

He chuckled. “I promise I’m not,” he said. 

You engaged him in more innocent conversation, telling him about your job, and he told you about his day. You reached out and squeezed his hand. “You’re so cool for what you do, Marvin. It takes a strong man to see what you do and still show up for those kids,” you told him.

He had the most adorable look on his face. You wondered if people praised him enough. Thanked him enough for everything that he did. You let him go and grinned. “Anywho, I should let you get inside and rest,” you told him.

He looked like he wanted to tell you something, so you looked at him and tilted your head. “Have a restful evening,” he said, nodded to you, and then turned around.

You bit your lip, watching him walk away, wondering if you didn’t have to torture him that long before he caved. He looked like he was torturing himself enough. Your core heated up, picturing him being just as smitten with you. Just as in lust. If he was rubbing himself raw in the shower to images of you in his mind. 

You turned around and finished watering your lawn, heading back inside for the next phase of your torture. 

You spent the week being mysteriously busy. Marvin had slowed inviting you over so you used that time to make yourself as unavailable as possible. A little toxic, but you got yourself dressed up and took yourself out as if you were going on dates. You managed to leave sometimes, just as Marvin was arriving home. Sometimes you’d wave, sometimes you pretended not to see him.

Friday night, you waited to leave in that leopard print dress you had, fuck me heels making your ass look fantastic. You heard his car pull up, saw the lights move across your living room. You waited a beat, then exited your home.

“Hey!” Marvin called. You pretended not to hear. You tapped away on your phone, giggling and smiling at nothing, as you made your way to your car, pulling up your strapless dress. 

Marvin’s shoes crunched on your grass as he crossed your lawn, calling your name with a little more bass in his voice. You turned to him, a sweet smile on your face, and you watched him approach. 

“Got another date?” He asked. 

You bit your cheek to keep from smiling. “Marvin! You’re so sweet to worry! Yes, I’m going on another date. Do I look good?” You asked. You twirled, taking your time to show him every possible angle. 

“Dressed like that?” He asked. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked. You pouted, playing with your matching clutch bag. 

“Whoa, hey, you look amazing. I just…” he trailed off, looking at your outfit. You let him, smiling to yourself, but then cleared your throat.

“You just…?” You prompted.

“I don’t want to overstep my bounds. I just hope these men are nice to you,” he said.

You giggled. “I’m not,” you said and continued to giggle. At Marvin’s confused face, you stopped and shrugged. “Obviously, I would like a nice man. But the dating scene sucks. You should be lucky you swore it off. These people out here are animals. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But a girl’s got needs, you know?” 

“Needs?” He asked.

You nodded. “Oh yeah. All this hard work getting my place together. All the bullshit at work. I need to take the edge off too, you know,” you said. 

“So the…” he started but then stopped. 

“The what?” You asked, blinking innocently at him. 

Marvin shook his head, rubbed his beard. “I’m overstepping, I’m sorry,” he said. He smiled. “Have a great night. Let me know when you get home safe and sound, okay?” He reached out and rubbed your elbow. 

You deflated against your car, watching him walk away. What the hell was it going to take? You got into your car with a huff, all dressed up with no real destination in mind. Fuck it. You called the Council and decided to go clubbing. If you weren’t really going to fuck someone tonight, you can at least show off your outfit. Because you looked fucking amazing. 

You spent the night putting Marvin from your mind. You danced, you flirted your way to free drinks, you babysat Yalonda, poor thing never able to keep up with ya’ll. When you made it home, all the lights were off in Marvin’s place. You threw him a middle finger as you let yourself into your place, wondering if all this effort was even worth it. If Marvin even wanted to have sex with you. 

You spent the weekend in your feelings, moping around your place. You didn’t know what it would take to get Marvin into your pants. What were you missing? Why was he not interested? 

After spending Saturday moping, you finally decided to wash the grime of the day from you. You went to turn your shower on, but nothing came out. The pipes groaned, a strange knocking sound, but no water. You huffed, checking for possible culprits. Your sinks still worked, but not your shower.

You groaned, cursing the shower head from here to kingdom come. You didn’t want to call Marvin for this. You wondered if Story or Jayne would let you borrow one of their men to come fix it. You went to your room in search of your phone, when you remembered that it was Story’s anniversary and Jayne’s husband was sweet but useless as hell when it came to handy work. 

You stomped your foot, pouting, giving in to the temper tantrum coursing through your body. Your pride didn’t want to let you call Marvin for something so stupid. If he wasn’t interested in you, why didn’t he just say that? Why didn’t he shut your ass down? Why did he allow you to develop this stupid crush on him? 

You really wanted a shower. You didn’t do anything all day, but you couldn’t relax without a bath. It was the one first-world problem you didn’t want to have. You liked ready and easy access to hot water. And now you didn’t have it. And it was probably too late at night to call anyone else.

You stomped your foot again, walking into your living room and taking a peek behind your blinds. Marvin was watching TV in his living room like an old man. You smiled, despite yourself. There was nothing sexier than a man who was comfortable in his skin and in his own company. 

You sucked your teeth and finally dialed his number. You were in booty shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Not completely sexy, but not bad either. You held the phone to your ear while you scurried to your bedroom.

You may not be powerful enough to torture him out of his pants, but maybe direct seduction would work. You thought over every conversation you had with Marvin, every little self-deprecating joke he uttered, and wondered if he thought you wouldn’t be interested in him? 

If he thought he was too old, too old-fashioned, or “overstepping his bounds”. Who the fuck even said something like that? Men who thought no one was interested in them. Poor baby. This was your last chance. If being direct didn’t help, then he was either gay or still hung up on his ex-wife or simply didn’t want you. 

The phone rang a few times in your ear before Marvin’s rough voice picked up. “Hey, what’s going on?” 

“I’m sorry to bug,” you started and Marvin chuckled. 

“Didn’t I say you never bug?” He asked. 

“Yes, but…”

“No buts. What do you need?” He asked.

Was he aware of how hot he was? Did none of the women in his life give him a fucking clue? Four little words out of his mouth, in his sinful deep voice, was enough to make you moan. Was he that blind? 

You sucked your teeth and groaned. “My shower isn’t working. And feel free to say no! It’s just…” You paused to look through your lingerie. You didn’t want anything too revealing, like this was all a set up. But you wanted something that showed you meant business. None of what you owned fit the bill. You were used to younger guys. You wanted to get in, run their hands over your teddies or panties, and then get down to fucking. No foreplay. No talking. 

“Just what?” Marvin asked. Was it your imagination or did his voice get rougher? 

“It’s just, I get a little crazy about my showers. It relaxes me. Calms me down. I can’t live without taking a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath or shower,” you said. You shimmied out of your shorts and went to remove your oversized Tupac shirt when it dawned on you…you didn’t need anything fancy with Marvin. The point of direct seduction was to be direct. 

Marvin chuckled softly. “Say no more, sweetheart. I’ll be right over with my tools,” he said. You said goodbye, but your pussy throbbed with his endearing words to you. He’d never called you such a thing before. You stood in your bedroom, momentarily dazed. You wanted to be his sweetheart. So damn badly you could taste it. 

The doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. Shit. Shit. You picked up your shorts off of the floor and threw them in the laundry basket, along with the clothes from the famous chair. You pushed it into your closet and then hurriedly walked to the front door, eyeing your surroundings.

Not the best, but luckily, you hadn’t left too much chaos in your wake getting ready this past week or moping today. You opened the door, grinning at Marvin. His eyes dropped to your legs for a moment before he looked back at you, smiling. 

You opened the door further, waving him inside. He stepped in, head on a swivel. You wondered if he had a military background. Safe inside, you closed and locked the door. “Thank you for coming over. You sure you weren’t busy?” You asked.

Marvin shook his head. “I’m an old man. All I do is my job and go home. I must seem pretty boring, huh?” He asked.

You shook your head. Feeling nervous all of a sudden. You’ve seduced men before. It was a thrill every time. But this felt different with Marvin. Felt different because he meant more to you than any of those other flings. You wanted to please him. It shouldn’t be a radical concept but it was. 

“You are the opposite of boring, Marvin. In fact, I think you’re pretty special,” you said.

Marvin laughed and shrugged his shoulders, walking deeper into your home. The kitchen was just in front and you prayed that he wasn’t looking at your dirty dishes. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to make you cringe. 

“I’m surprised you’re home on a Saturday night. Why aren’t you out on a date?” He asked.

You didn’t answer, forcing him to turn around to you. You were still leaning against the door, your head tilted towards him. “I haven’t found what I wanted,” you said. 

No games. No tricks. No attitude. You walked towards Marvin, okay sauntered, and when you got within his personal space, you looked at him. You locked eyes as you grabbed the toolbox out of his hands. You placed it on the nearest end table, taking his hands and leading him to the back of the couch. 

“What do you want?” He asked, eyebrow lifted, a scowl on his face. Did he really not have a clue? No idea of what you were feeling? This whole time, you thought you were a neon sign. Professing how much you wanted to fuck him. How badly you wanted to be wrapped in his arms. Underneath him. Welcoming him into your body. 

He wore another music shirt, N.W.A splattered across his chest. Gold chain gleaming in your warm lighting. Dark sweats. Dark shoes. He looked good enough to lick on. What a great idea, actually. 

“You. I want you,” you said. You stared into his eyes, sinking slowly to your knees. 

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked. He tried to bend down, hands flying to your arms to lift you. You resisted, hands moving to his pants. 

“I’m telling you that I’m crazy about you and that I found a great way to thank you,” you said.

“Thank me?” 

“Yup. Thank you for welcoming me to the neighborhood, being sweet to me on my worst day, and becoming the best thing about my day, talking to you,” you said. 

Marvin relaxed against the back of your couch. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” he said.

“I know. I want to. Please, Marvin? You’d be doing me a favor,” you said. 

Marvin rested his hands on the back of the couch, so you began to tug his pants down. He wore nothing underneath, his thick dick bobbing up and down once freed. He was huge and growing by the second, as he stood at attention. 

“What kind of favor?” He asked. He sounded less unsure and more amused. So you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick. 

“I cannot scratch this really particular itch I have. I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve tried pleasing myself. And nothing worked. Not even picturing you using my vibrator on me,” you pouted, licking his tip. 

“Don’t tell me that,” Marvin groaned. 

“Don’t tell you what? That I masterbate? Or I do it with your name on my lips?” You asked.

Marvin groaned and tapped the back of your couch. “I didn’t think you’d want this from me. That dress the other day made me want to drag you back inside the house,” he said.

You chuckled, pussy clenching at his confession. So he did like you! Really liked you! 

You gripped his dick, moving your hands softly up and down since he wasn’t properly lubed up yet. He groaned, looking down at you. 

“I wanted you to,” you said. 

Marvin chuckled. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you crying outside your house. I wanted to do anything to make you smile,” he said.

You sighed and rested your forehead against his thigh. “Don’t tell me that. Don’t be cute right now,” you said. 

Marvin laughed again and his dick bounced. You looked up at him. “I’ve pictured you on your knees too. Felt like a pervert, stroking to the pics you’ve sent me,” he said, referring to the innocent selfies you sent him, trying to cajole a few out of him. Something to keep you going in between spouts of seeing him. 

“You’ve jerked off to me?” You asked. 

Marvin nodded. “Did you intentionally masterbate in front of your bedroom window for me?” He asked.

Your thighs tingled. He had been watching! The confirmation of it made you clench even more, wanting so desperately to rush this. To speed things along. To pounce on him and not come up for air. 

You nodded. “I hoped you were watching,” you confessed.

Marvin smirked. “Is that right?” He asked.

You nodded and went back to nuzzling his dick. The sweet musk of him. He kept the hair here nice and trimmed, just like the rest of him. You were a little intimidated by it, but you were willing to try. 

You opened your mouth and suckled the head. Marvin groaned, his hand flying to your hair but then backing away. You chuckled. “You can play with my hair,” you told him.

Marvin’s hand went back to your hair, scratching lightly. Your eyes rolled and you went back to suckling him down further. Damn. No one’s ever done that for you before. It activated your demon brain, taking off the kid gloves. 

You sucked him down in one fell swoop. Marvin moaned, grabbing your hair and yanking painfully. You kept going, slobbering on his dick. Playing with his dick. Toying with it. Unleashing all that pent up horniness, disgusting daydreams, and filthy fantasies your mind had cooked up over the past few months. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Marvin moaned. He gripped your hair tighter and you moaned, panties getting wetter by the second. You planned to ease him into this. Get used to the idea that you wanted him worse than an addict wanted a drink. Then you would ease him into your filthy mind. The way you turned into an absolute horn dog when you wanted someone. 

You didn’t know what it was. Only that once you were locked in to someone, you burned bright and fast. You were into it all. Being dominated, being controlled, being at the mercy of someone else. It didn’t always work out well. Some men were just too weak to fit the bill. 

But you needed to put it on Marvin. Needed him to know how serious you were. How this wasn’t casual to you. And you hoped it wasn’t for him. Because he was already sending hella signals that he was into you, that this wasn’t small. And you feared that once you got a taste, you wouldn’t be able to stop. Would cross oceans of time to get back to him and his glorious dick.

Your slobber dripped down your chin as you spat on it and then sucked him back down. The chorus of curses raining out of Marvin’s mouth was like music to your ears. The subtle praise was successfully turning your mind to mush. 

“Fuck, I’m ‘bout to bust, sweetheart,” he groaned.

You renewed your efforts, gripping onto his thighs and sucking him down as far back as he would go. You slowly withdrew his dick from your mouth, feeling every vein and the edge of his mushroom head. Fresh precum leaked into your mouth and then you swallowed him all again. 

“Shit,” Marvin said. “So fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth,” he moaned. 

You moaned around his dick, looking up at him and repeating your efforts. Getting faster and faster until Marvin gripped your head on either side and moaned. Cum pulsed into your mouth and you drank greedily. His dick throbbed, more leaking out. You suckled that down too. 

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Marvin groaned. You slowly withdrew him with a pop and licked the corners of your mouth. 

Marvin was sweating and his chest was heaving with his breaths. He stared at you like you were otherworldly. Something conjured from his mind and made flesh. You loved that look in his eye. You grinned and nuzzled his balls. His slick dick smeared across your face, but that was okay. You couldn’t stop touching him, being near him, pleasuring him. 

“Stand up,” he commanded. You used his thighs for support as you stood up and shook out your aching legs. Your focus had been on making him cum in your mouth so you ignored your body’s protests. Now that you were back to the land of the living, your check engine lights came on. 

Your feet burned with static as feeling returned, your knees groaning, and your thighs slightly shook. You used the end of your shirt to clean off the rest of your mouth, the saliva and cum you didn’t get to. 

Marvin grabbed you by the elbow and shoved you down the hallway. You giggled from the way he manhandled you. He tossed you onto the bed and then went to work taking off his shoes and clothes. Fully naked before you, you sat up on your elbows to take in the full view of him.

Fuck, he was perfect. His body was thick in all the right places. Round belly but there was muscle underneath, arms big enough to crush melons, thick waist, and big sexy thighs. His sexy brown skin only seemed to shine brighter in your room. No shadows to hide behind, he was hands down the finest man you’d ever seen naked. 

Marvin grinned at you and pushed your shirt up to expose your panties. He pinned your legs apart, staring at your clad center. He got to his knees, pulling your leg over his shoulder. “All this time? You’ve been teasing me on purpose?” He asked. 

He pressed a thumb against your pussy and you moaned. The sensation was too much to your oversensitive clit. You squirmed on the bed and all he did was press a thumb there. Either you were just that horny, or you were that horny for Marvin. “Y-Yes,” you moaned, when he pressed his thumb in again. 

“All the dresses, the dates, the intentional innuendos. You wanted me jealous, didn’t you?” He asked. He moved his thumb all around your pussy. Down the seam, down the sides of your panties, towards your entrance.

Your breathing increased, heart jumping in your chest. You were thoroughly turned on. Thoroughly ejected from your brain and into fantasyland. “Yes,” you moaned. You needed more. You needed him to move your panties to the side. 

“Please, Marvin,” you begged.

Marvin pushed his nose into your pussy and took a deep breath. “Such a brat. Why should I reward you for being so bad?” He asked. His thumb pushed past the seam of your panties, pressing into the sides of your pussy and you moaned, pushing your hips down in an effort to get him where you wanted him. 

“I’ve been good, I swear,” you said. 

“You let those other men touch you?” He asked. His warm breath fanned across your sweat-slick thighs. 

You never went on any dates and you wondered if you should fess up to that. However, there was a feral, animalistic glint in his eye that was turning you on even more. “A little, there was some kissing,” you said instead of the truth. 

Marvin closed his eyes, jaw flexed, and then used his free hand to wipe his face. “What else did you let them do?” He asked. 

His thumb played with the seam of your pussy but he didn’t push in further. Your essence pooled out of you, enough to let him slide without issue. But you needed him to touch your pussy. To stick a finger in, something. He was being so mean. And god, you fucking loved it. 

“That’s it, I swear,” you said. Marvin looked at you, his eyes intense. You nodded. “I swear.” 

Marvin removed his thumb, pressing it to his lips and suckling on your slick. You watched his eyes close, a low hum escaping him. He leaned up and then moved your panties to the side, tongue darting out to lick up from your pussy to your clit.

“Oh shit!” You screamed. His tongue flicked your swollen clit, causing some type of vibration that made your eyes cross. 

“No one else touches what’s mine, understand?” He asked.

“What’s yours?” You asked. Marvin bit the inside of your thigh and you cried out. 

“No one else touches what’s mine. Including you,” he said. He backed up his words with his tongue and lips, zeroing in on your clit and suckling hard. 

You back bowed off of the bed, but you had no room to move. Marvin had you completely trapped and under his mercy. He licked and sucked, making out with your pussy or feasting on an entire meal. You grew wetter from fresh slick and his spit, suckling on you messy and loud. It was lewd, listening to how wet he made you. How turned on he made you. 

“Oh, fuck, Marvin,” you groaned. 

Marvin hummed greedily, still eating you out. He focused on your clit, bringing his hand up to dip into your weeping hole. His hand slipped in easily, messily. You clenched around his finger and moaned. 

Marvin added a second finger, testing how much you could take. It’d been a minute but Black Noir’s dildo was oversized, playing up the stereotype. You were over Vaught for that, but shit, it was the only one close enough to satisfy your sexual appetite. So with two of Marvin’s fingers down to the knuckle, it wasn’t the biggest you’d ever taken. Still.

He knew how to explore with those fingers. Moving them in all kinds of different directions. Your moans and groans changed depending on what he was doing. And fuck if that wasn’t the point. He found exactly what got you going, what got you whimpering and clutching onto him, and your nails digging into his scalp. 

Marvin moaned into your pussy, flicking his tongue across your clit. “I’ll prove that I’m the only man you need,” he said. He went back to suckling and then switched up again, rubbing his fingers against a tiny nub inside you. You exploded. Shattered. Broken into tiny, jagged pieces that scraped your vocal chords as you screamed out your release. 

Marvin continued to eat you out, and rub against that nub. You went from one powerful orgasm to the next. Your leg shook on top of his shoulder. You made all kinds of unholy, unhinged sounds as you flopped on your bed. 

You whimpered as you came down from the second one. Your bed was soaked beneath you. An entire puddle. “You made a beautiful mess, sweetheart,” Marvin said, sounding awed. Sounding reverent. 

Your pussy clenched at his praise. Like that was all he wanted and you granted it to him. You whimpered again, shaking with aftershocks of your orgasm. You thought you were good at sex. You thought you knew how to put it down. Marvin was insane. He was in another league and it was making you feel a little insecure. 

But then Marvin started kissing your thighs as he stood up. He helped removed your panties and then yanked you up by the shirt. You giggled as you fought with the big shirt, wishing you had opted to wear something easier to remove. Marvin giggled too, breaking the intense persona he adopted.

Freed, cold but welcome air hit your hardened nipples. Marvin kissed all over your big belly, all over your rolls, dips, and hips. He moaned after every kiss, like each new space was more delicious than the last. 

“Fuck, you make me feel so good, Marvin. So fuckin’ good,” you panted. You were out of breath. Overheated. He made you feel like you could walk barefoot on the sun and not get get burnt. 

Marvin groaned, kissing up to your chest. He took his time, suckling one nipple into his mouth and then turning his attention to the other. Your knees snapped to his waist, holding him in. Your pussy began throbbing again in record time. 

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Can you give me one more? Can you make another mess for me?” He asked, kissing each question into your chest. 

You shook your head. Hell naw you couldn’t give him one more. Was he crazy? Another one? He wanted another one after that previous explosion? You wouldn’t survive it. 

“Where’s your toy?” He asked.

“What?” You asked, fresh dread making your heart sink. 

Marvin got up from the bed and went to your nightstand, opening it and finding his prize. He chuckled, flipping it around while he found the on switch. The dildo started vibrating and he looked from it to you.

“This what you into, huh?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “I know they’re trash but they sure know their client base,” you said. 

Marvin nodded and stepped close to you. And yes, his dick was bigger. Of course it was bigger than the toy. You were out of your league in more ways than one, but he’d been nothing but gentle with you, even while he was doing his own brand of torture. 

He brought the dildo to your clit. You began to moan, pushing against the toy. It was on the lowest setting but it was like heaven against you. You were too sensitive as it was. Marvin played with your essence and the toy, swirling the tip around your clit.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he said. “You don’t know how many mornings I woke up, humping the shit out of my bed, trying to hold onto my dreams,” he said. 

Oh shit. Marvin’s words went straight to your heart. Why did he have to be so….him? So open, so caring, so filthy? You were going to collapse from it all. 

“Marvin, please,” you whined. Your voice shook. Body so warm and sweaty, mind gone. He broke you down in more ways than one and you once again marveled at him. 

“Is this what you do when you masterbate? Tease yourself? I bet you do,” he cooed at you. He turned up the vibrator, the vibrations more intense and making your teeth chatter. Your toes curled, trying to stave off another orgasm. You weren’t joking. You were really going to collapse from this one. 

“Hey, look at me sweetheart,” he said. Your eyes turned to his and he smiled. “You’re okay. You can let that shit go. I know you like to tease yourself. Play with yourself. ‘Cause you know exactly what turns you on, huh?” He asked.

You nodded, staring into his eyes. You were struggling to breathe but it grew easier focusing on him and not the fact that you were getting ready to combust. “And I can’t wait to get to know every spot, every moan, everything that makes your eyes roll,” he continued.

“Oh, shit, Marvin, Marvin,” you said, words rising with your panic. You were just there, just at the precipice. Your nails dug into his arm but he showed no indication that it hurt him. He was indestructible. Your hero, your savior. 

Marvin leaned in, arm flexing with supporting his weight on the bed. He suckled a nipple back into his mouth, teasing it, rolling it between his teeth. The bite of pain sent a ripple down to your pussy and you throbbed. 

“You’re a brat but you know when to give in, don’t you? There’s only so long you can tease yourself before you get greedy, huh? ‘Cause your spoiled ass always gets what she wants. Go on and let that shit go,” he cooed.

Marvin turned the setting up to its highest setting, pressing it firmly against your clit. You came immediately. Black spots winking in and out of your vision. You broke down, atom by atom, bit by bit, conceptual thought by abstract thought, and there was only you, him, and the intense pleasure he wrought out of your body. You screamed to the ceiling, screamed to heavens, screamed to anyone who was near enough to hear that you were cumming and cumming hard enough to see stars. 

Marvin distantly moved around you, doing something. You weren’t sure what. You were starting to calm down, feeling the fresh pool of wetness leak out of you. “Fuuck, you’re soaked, sweetheart,” he said.

He came back into your field of vision, lining himself up. Oh, he went and grabbed a condom. What a beautiful man. You pushed against his chest, arm too weak to really stop him. “Slow, baby, please,” you huffed. 

Marvin chuckled and pushed against your hand. “You’ve already taken everything so well, sweetheart,” he said and kissed your forehead. 

Your mind emptied out with a feral moan and Marvin pushed into your warm pussy. He groaned as he made contact. “Fuck, you’re good and wet baby. Look at that, slid right in. ‘Cause you take everything so well. So fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect,” he moaned. 

The praise was snatching your soul. Marvin grunted with every slip and slide of him inside you. Your legs locked around his waist, some primal muscle memory locking him in. Trapping him in. Keeping him connected to you while he fucked you.

You gripped onto his shoulders, scratching him. He groaned and began fucking you harder. His big, meaty palms grabbed your hips and slammed you into his dick. He was so big. He stretched you to your limit. But all the preparation made sense to you now. There was no way you could take him unless you were properly wet. 

Wouldn’t be a problem with him but you made a mental note to buy some lube. Possibly two bottles because you couldn’t imagine having this much patience again. You’d want to climb on top of him any chance you got. 

“Fuck, Marvin! You’re so big!” You screamed. And this time, you weren’t trying to hurry the man along. You were dead serious, praising him for what God and genetics blessed him with. Your ass smacked on his thighs, dick burrowing deep inside. 

“Fuck you feel good taking this dick,” he moaned. One of his hands moved to pinch a nipple. He held on while he fucked you hard, headboard clapping against your wall. 

“Shit!” You screamed, once again creaming on his dick. You hadn’t even felt this one coming. It snuck up on you, robbing you of breath and thought. 

Marvin groaned, slammed in a few more times, before shooting into the condom. You felt his dick pulse with each shot of cum and you moaned, clutching his body to you. He slowed down, breathing heavy in your ear. His sweaty body felt cold on yours and yet the heat of him was enough to scald. 

He stood up, slowly withdrawing from you. You groaned as he worked himself out. You rolled to one elbow, huffing with the effort. A thick wad of cum was at the tip of the condom. Marvin smiled at you. It was devastating. It broke your heart. 

You were lost in it completely as he took the condom off and disappeared to your bathroom. You heard water running and then he was back with a washcloth, cleaning up between your legs.

You felt so cherished and taken care of. Where had he been all your life? Moving next to him was the single greatest idea you’d ever had. Fuck every doubt, every regret, every night you spent wondering if this was the right move. Marvin just proved it was.

After cleaning you up, he got rid of the rag and then helped you stand up. He stripped your bed, and then found new sheets in the cabinet you told him about. In record time, he put new sheets on and then was pulling you back down, embracing you from behind.

You snuggled into his warmth, yawning, feeling safe and warm and madly in love. He was never escaping you. Never getting rid of you. Dick could absolutely change a woman’s tune, got damn. 

“I got one more question before you fall asleep, sweetheart,” he said and kissed behind your ear.

“Hmm?” You asked, no energy for anything. You were falling asleep fast.

“Did your shower really go out?” He asked.

“Uh-huh,” you agreed and then you were fast asleep to the sound of Marvin’s chuckles.

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[kingdomof-omens]

So honored to be some inspo 🥹

But LORT this was HOT

please can i request 8 with folio? 🖤have a lovely day!🫶

Here you go! Thank you for being so patient. <3

shout out to @kingdomof-omens and @badhedonist for some inspo

Makeshift

[30 Days of Bad Omens]

@signs-of-ill-portent bingo card here

Pairing List: # 1 Nick Folio x Reader

Smut Prompts:

# 8 “that’s strike 1/2/3”

#54. “bend over”

#44. “does that turn you on?”

*AN// smoking, Dominant Nick 😏, unprotected p in v sex

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

Summary: You accidentally interrupt Nick's practice session and there are consequences.

The rain pounds against the window as lightning cracks the sky. Nick Folio has been restless all day. He didn’t sleep much since the guys had a huge party last night, the last one before the tour starts in a few days. He can’t go fishing or take his Harley out in the raging storm. Nick rubs his temples with a huff trying to get the memory of you out of his mind. Nick loves a good joke, but your mouth was relentless. Too many shots of tequila had you stripping your clothes off too. Now Nick won’t complain about what he saw of you, but he prefers a good challenge and last night ‘desperate’ was practically written on your forehead.

By the end of the night, you stumbled out of the house in your lacy bra, mini skirt, and one shoe. God only knows where your other heel is. Nick shakes the memory of him wrapping his leather jacket around you to cover your indecency as he helped you into the Uber.

Nick pushes himself off the kitchen counter and swipes Ruffilo’s pack of cigs and lighter nearby. He heads to the makeshift practice room in the garage, grunting as he stretches at the threshold. He opens the garage door and lights his cigarette. The rain is drizzling now and the sun has peeked out from the clouds. 

Nick inhales deeply, letting the smoke fills his lungs. He flicks the ashes in the ashtray behind his drumset and settles down on the drum throne. He pops the cig back in his mouth and puts his headphones on. 

He pulls another drag before getting lost in the rhythm and thrashing of the drums. Time blurs around him and in no time sweat sticks tendrils to his forehead and temple. The cigarette has long been discarded same with his t-shirt. Nick pauses only to run a hand through his hair slicking it back. That’s when he finds you staring at him from the driveway.

“Hey, Nick.” His eyes narrow slightly as he eyes his leather jacket draped over your shoulders. 

“How long have you been watching me?” Nick smirks.

“A while,” you shrug casually. You try to play it cool but find it difficult as you watch Nick’s shoulders flex as he grabs the pack of cigarettes.

“Are you going to just stand there and look pretty or..” Nick keeps his gaze on you as he lights another cigarette. Your mouth falls open slightly as he puffs smoke in your direction.

“R-right,” you stammer out. “Here.” You shed the jacket from your shoulders. Nick rises from behind his kit to meet you in the middle. As you hand Nick his jacket your fingers brush against each other. Quickly, you turn your gaze away hoping he didn’t notice. 

“Cool posters,” you rush out as you smooth your sweaty palms over your jeans. You swallow down the nerves stirring in your stomach. 

“Thanks.” Nick walks over and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray. 

“Sorry about last night.” You wring your hands nervously unable to meet his eyes. 

“You were wild last night.” Nick rolls his eyes as he sets down the jacket on his throne.

“I’m usually not like that.” You justify, but the air leaves your lungs when Nick crosses his arms over his chest. Nick sighs shaking his head.

“Then what are you like? You know what, never mind. Get inside.” Nick gestures to the door.

“Wait, what?” Your brows furrow as your process his demand.

“Don’t make me say it again.” Nick’s voice goes deep and raspy. 

There’s a slight twang to his voice that you didn’t notice before and it makes your pussy throb. Nick opens his mouth to say speak again but your feet start moving through the garage on their own. A deep chuckle comes from behind you as you open the door. 

Nick grabs his jacket from the stool and instantly your scent fills his lungs. Nick bites back a moan as he crosses the threshold. His pretty little interruption is going to pay for looking so damn sexy in his jacket. Nick finds you lounging on the couch in the living room. 

“In here,” Nick yells across the room.

You shoot up from the couch. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as your mind begins to spiral. 

“Clothes off. Everything but your bra and panties.” Nick instructs from the corner of the kitchen. 

You quickly cast your clothes to the ground. Goosebumps spread over your arms as you stand bare before Nick. Your cheeks flush as Nick looks you up and down. 

“Bold of you to wear the same set you stumbled out of the house in last night.” Nick laughs without humor. “Bend over.” Nick points to the kitchen island. “You threw up on the kitchen island last night after your fifth shot of tequila. Poor Noah had to clean up your mess.”

You brace yourself against the cool granite countertop. Nick’s warm hand rubs against your ass.

“Strike one.” You grunt on impact as the pain spreads across your skin.

“You ok?” Nick whispers. 

His warm breath heats the shell on your ear. You nod as best as you can against the counter. Nick snakes his nondominant hand between your thighs. Your legs tense to the sudden sensation as he cups your sex. 

“Does that turn you on?” 

Nick asks as he moves the fabric of your thong to the side. He slides two fingers along your folds then up to tease your clit. You whimper as Nick murmurs, “Baby, you are soaked.” 

Nick removes his fingers from your pussy. Wet noises and moans fall from Nick’s mouth as he licks your juices from his glistening fingers. He fists your hair and tugs slightly. 

“Two..” Nick pulls harder as the other hand makes swift contact with your reddening ass cheek. He doesn’t give you a chance to breathe as he lands another firm smack to the other cheek. “Three.” 

Nick releases his hold on your hair to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn’t bother taking off his pants he just pulls his hard-on from his boxers. Nick grunts as he pumps his hard cock and then teases the tip against your entrance. He palms both of your ass cheeks soothing slightly before slamming his open hands to your fleshy mounds. You shriek at the sudden pain that spreads through you. Nick grips your hips so hard his fingernails dig into your delicate skin. Nick relentlessly slams his cock into you. Thrusting hard and fast as you grind back into him. 

“Fuck,” you both curse in unison as Nick quickens his pace. 

Sweat slicks between you as Nick leans over you. He trails on hand to the front of your thigh while keeping his punishing rhythm. His fingers split your folds before circling your clit. You mewl arching your back pulling his cock deeper into you. 

“You take me so well.” Nick grits out through clenched teeth. Stars speckle behind your eyelids as Nick shouts,” Fuck, baby, come with me.” Nick’s meticulous thrusts turn sporadic as he bottoms out. You scream his name as your pussy walls clench around him until he fills you with every drop until it starts to drip down your thigh. Nick bites back another curse as he withdraws from you. He tucks himself back into his boxers and whispers, “Now let's find your missing heel.”

[hauntedwhispers]

⌬ 30 DAYS MUSIC CHALLENGE: 2024 edition ⌬

Day 7 - A song that needs to be played LOUD: Artificial Suicide (Bad Omens)

(insp. ⌬)

[featherf4lling]

third life session two:

AAAND I'M BACK FOR TREEBARK WEEK DAY 2!! it's definitely not 1:30 in the morning as i finally go to post this. when i saw the prompts i immediately thought of martyn's bad omen bit for "salty" then i figured i could draw whatever ren was up to for the sweet part! and he was up to mining and collecting chickens.

this isn't really polished or anything but i'm just going to post whatever i can get done by day's end for the week i think :) :)

[most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer]

Good Omens: Lockdown and Crowley not mentioning his living situation in S2*

*till S2E6 when he asks if he can have his apartment back bc he's bored of living in his car but Aziraphale doesn’t hear bc mentally he’s in Alpha Centauri.

Having read the 'Crowley doesn't tell him' Neil Gaiman ask close to when I first listened to Lockdown (I lived under a rock until recently), my initial thought was HAS HE BEEN LIVING IN HIS CAR FOR YEARS?! but I think he was still in his apartment in 2020:

as far as Hell knows, Crowley just had a pool party in holy water (the holiest) so the higher-ups are probably willing to give him some space (plus Beelzebub is busy going on pub dates w Gabriel)

while there should be ~8 months between the end of Season 1 events (The Very First Day of the Rest of Their Lives on Sunday, Aug 25, 2019) and the Lockdown phonecall (on or near the 30 year anniversary on May 1, 2020), I can't imagine that's a very long time for Hell, especially if you're understaffed and busy dealing with fallout from Almostgeddon / going on pub dates

Shax dropping off mail and asking about the boiler seems like something one does in the first few months of living somewhere, not ~3 years in (if S2 is in 2023)

That said, I think the phone call underlines why Crowley never directly tells Aziraphale that he is living in the Bentley in S2, and it's just a great conversation (all hail Gaiman) sooo I wrote about it:

***Note: This post analyzes the Lockdown phonecall from Crowley's perspective only. Our heroine is feeling quite emotionally vulnerable at this point in time so things are going to hit him harder than they normally would.

I do not think Aziraphale meant to cause him pain (!!) but Crowley can't see that yet and I've written this post in a way that reflects that missing insight. (I explain in more detail in this reblog if you are interested) I am working on a companion post for Aziraphale's side of this conversation and how I think it affects his behavior in S2 because if we know anything about these two, it's that their exactlys are different exactlys.***

Crowley’s habit of sleeping to skip time like an RPG character by a campfire amuses me to no end, but in this context it feels heavy. Crowley already worries about losing time with what he loves and he probably hoped things would be different between him and Aziraphale after the events of S1. But things don’t change much. Then lockdowns start, and Crowley is trapped in his apartment alone, transcendentally bored, and unable to make his brain shut up. Sleeping a month away starts to sound less awful.

But Crowley hasn’t given up yet; he’s still awake when Aziraphale calls, and he’s even giving it two more days. Was he waiting for Aziraphale to call? Is it even possible not to at least kind of wait for someone’s call when you are cut off from everything and the caller has been your only friend and crush for millennia?

Aziraphale asks why Crowley isn't "out and about" tempting people or setting a bad example and he responds:

C: Everyone's so miserable and cooped up right now anyway, and I just… well… don't have the heart for it. A: *glowing audibly* I'm not miserable~ C: Really?

Crowley sounds genuinely surprised at Aziraphale's happiness and quickly assumes it's because the angel has been around people. He's so lonely/depressed/in his own head that he hadn't even considered someone enjoying being 'cooped up'. *sob*

Aziraphale goes No actually I put the closed sign up in the window and I'm having the Time of My Life, never had so few customers, not in 200 years!, etc. Although, he says:

A: …There were a few young lads a couple of nights ago who broke in through the back and tried to steal the cashbox! But they soon saw the error of their ways~ C: *clearly amused* Did you smite them with your wroth? A: Well I certainly gave them a good talking to, and I sent each of them home with cake~ C: *annoyed, swooning* Cake? A: Quite a lot of cake, actually. C: *physically ill from having such a giant crush on this dumbass baker/security guard* eeeekkkgghhh I'm gonna regret asking but.. ...rrgh.. *30 seconds of Aziraphale joyfully describing his baking while Crowley probably tries very hard not to imagine the angel eating each item in sensual slow motion* I stg you can hear him struggling in the background once or twice

A: …And once I've baked them, I have to eat them all myself, which was why I was so delighted— C: To send your burglars home laden with baked goods, yes, nnyeaayeah I follow…

Crowley interrupts, finishing Aziraphale's sentence in his nervous hurry to say the next bit:

C: *loud inhale* You know, I could.. hunker down at your place. … Slither over and watch you eat cake. I could bring a bottle--a case of… something… drinkable…?

He's trying to sound so casual about it but this is someone who was rejected/abandoned by actual literal God after asking what he thought were welcome, uncontroversial questions. Asking makes him vulnerable. He's supposed to be the rescuer, not a demon in distress. He does not feel casual about asking.

Crowley knows it's unlikely but he's so miserable and desperate for company that he can't help but ask, just in case. Even the smallest chance of spending time trapped indoors with Aziraphale—with nothing to do but drink, watch him eat, and talk about things they'd normally avoid—is too tempting.

A: *panicking* Oh I— I— I— I— I'm afraid that would be Breaking All The Rules! *nervous breathing* Out of the question! I'll see you… when this is over. C: Right. gnnehh. I'm setting the alarm clock for July. Good night, angel. *dial tone*

And just like that, Crowley doesn't need two days to decide. The depression nap doubles in length. He doesn't hear how badly Aziraphale wants to say yes behind the fear, or maybe he does and it hurts worse because why isn't Crowley enough for him? You can almost hear the spiralling:

SHOCKING, asking made it worse. It always does doesn’t it? Why even bother? you just embarrass yourself.. SLITHER over? why did I say that *grumble grumble* of COURSE His Holy Holiness, your only friend in the universe, would rather eat cake by himself while everything goes to shit than ~deign~ to have you in his presence. "AsK aND yE sHaLl ReCeIvE" bugger this for a lark im going to bed

(a bit dramatic but we've all been there)

I imagine sleep doesn't come right away. Maybe his thoughts drift to when he sat beside the angel at a dark Tadfield bus stop after a rather eventful Saturday. Crowley must've felt a tiny bit hopeful when he invited Aziraphale to stay with him: Heaven had withdrawn its favor and the bookshop was gone; Aziraphale was like him now. Didn't that mean things would change?

"I don't think my side would like that." Apparently not.

In the end, Aziraphale did ride the bus back to Crowley's apartment and stayed till the next morning when he caught a cab, but only to sell the illusion. Crowley understood that as far as sides went, the angel was still on Heaven's, even if Heaven wasn't on his.

And now this: the entire world is shut down; there is nothing for Aziraphale to do but stay in and read and bake in his magically reconstituted bookshop and he still won't invite Crowley in. Burglars and un-fallen angels only—nobody who asks questions.

So... of course Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale when he loses his apartment. He already knows what answer he would get; the angel has told him so many times. Aziraphale is a company man first, a companion to one very sad owl when convenient.

If Crowley works up the courage to say 'please take me in, I have nowhere else to go' and Aziraphale goes 'sorry, no, far too political, but I WILL risk being erased from the Book of Life to protect this nude amnesiac former coworker who always hated me,' it's going to be too much. You can't sleep long enough for that type of hurt to go away. Better not to say anything.

"Then nothing has to change, does it?"

[deathblacksmoke]

love is a gentle thing | n.s. fic

pairing: noah sebastian x reader (gender neutral)

summary: after going to haunted house with the boys, noah and reader spend the eve of his birthday cuddled up at home.

cw: brief descriptions of a haunted house, mentions of anxiety, 30 year old movie spoilers, lots of fluff

word count: 1.3K

author's note: happy birthday, sweet noah 🩷✨ for the first of the noah requests, @lma1986 requested the bad omens boys and crew doing a haunted house walkthrough followed by some fluffy things at home. hope i did this one justice, my love <3

taglist sign-up | title from "velvet ring" by big thief

In an unexpected turn of events, you’ve managed to drag Noah here. He had agreed after little more than a mention of wanting to do something fun for his birthday while everyone was in town. Though his concession had been reluctant, you were met with the soft smile that’s always told you he isn’t too put out by it.

As you stand in line, he’s tense beside you. It’s nothing out of the ordinary for him, but you trace a finger along the back of his hand to comfort him anyway. His face spreads into a smile before Ruffilo stretches up on the other side of him and throws an arm around his shoulders. Noah melts into his friend, Nick doing the work to soothe him the rest of the way. You feel so grateful that you can have all of Noah’s favorite people together like this. You knew his actual birthday would be a hard sell, that he’ll want to spend the day holed up inside and you’ll happily join him, but you love that he’s allowing himself to form happy birthday memories, too.

This is much more your scene than it is his, but as the line moves forward, you can feel your nerves kicking up. The website’s promise — Scariest Haunt in the City! — had been a draw when you and Matt were planning. Now, though, your anxiety has spiked. You loop your pinky through Noah’s, needing the little bit of reassurance you find in his touch. He looks down at you before he links your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. Still slightly restricted by Nick’s arm around him, he swings your clasped hands gently between you, a mostly-successful attempt at slowing your racing heartbeat.

Upon entry, you’re greeted with a narrow hallway, darkness, dust, and a vague smell of rot. Each creak of the floorboards causes you to jump, your hand tightening more and more around Noah’s until you’re sure you’ll cut off his circulation. The room of mirrors makes you uneasy, especially as you see shadows darting around behind you, unaccompanied by any sound. The anticipation is the worst part of it, never knowing when someone will pop out of a dark corner to grab you. You whip your head around at a distant noise and Folio laughs at you, claps you on the shoulder.

“You’ve got to lighten up,” he tells you, making you roll your eyes. “They’re not allowed to touch you.”

You don’t correct him. After a few minutes pass you get to watch, amused, as one of the scare actors that had been waiting gives Folio a little push. It’s nothing more than a small shove, but it’s enough to spook him. He shrieks and takes off running, squealing a what the fuck?! as he bolts for the exit. At least the rest of you were wise enough to actually read the consent forms you’d signed.

Noah doesn’t let go of your hand as you exit the house, a reassuring weight in his grasp. You chance a glimpse up at him and find him wide-smiled with sparkling eyes, throwing his head back as he laughs with his friends. 

You feel warm all over, so pleased that you were able to get him out of the house today, that he was able to have a good time. There had been a vague worry that he would hate this, but you had kept your hopes up and all of your anxieties hidden. They’re washed away at the sight of his pretty grin, as genuine as you’ve ever seen it.

“A friend of mine’s band has a show in North Hollywood tonight if anyone wants to go,” Davis interjects. The tiredness is starting to seep into your bones, home sounding more and more alluring, but it does sound fun. Just as you’re about to look to Noah and count yourselves in, he squeezes your hand twice: your agreed-upon signal that he wants to head home. You don’t blame him; it has been a long day. You knock your shoulder gently into his.

“I’m feeling pretty tired, but you guys go have fun!” you offer. A disappointment flashes across their faces, something that warms your heart as you shuffle a little closer to Noah. “Noah drove us.”

You’re pleased to be his excuse any day. They’re softer on you than they are on him, anyway.

As you’re saying your goodbyes, you notice the lightness in Noah’s shoulders that wasn’t there this morning, his characteristic hunch nowhere to be seen. He holds the hugs a little longer than normal, the smile never leaving his face, and you feel so happy. You’re grateful for everyone for helping to make this a good day for him.

He fixes you with his dazzling smile as you walk back to his car, and his joy seeps into you, too.

“Are you happy?” you ask him, knowing his answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“It was a good day,” he replies, his grin spreading somehow wider.

The moment is interrupted by Folio jumping out from behind Noah’s car for one final scare. You let him believe it worked, that you didn’t notice him missing during goodbyes or see his shoe peeking out from behind Noah’s back tire. You give your best attempt at a jump and shocked gasp, and it seems to satisfy him. Noah just pulls him into a hug.

“Thanks for coming, man,” he says, and Folio gives him a clap on the back.

“Come on, Folio, we’re leaving!” you hear Jolly shout. He gives you a final hug before he takes off running back to the group.

“He acts like I didn’t see him running over here the moment the rest of us left the house,” Noah says as he opens the door for you, and you laugh along with him.

You end the evening cozy on the couch, with a coffee table littered in take out containers and a movie you’ve seen a dozen times before. 

As Billy confesses his plot to Sidney, Noah slumps, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing.

Your brow furrows in concern momentarily, but he has a look of complete calm on his face.

“What’s up, honey?” you ask him. He tilts his head just so, peering up at you with his pretty brown eyes. You can’t keep yourself from running a hand through his hair, giving it a little tug and straightening it again.

“Thank you for today,” he responds. Your body warms all the way through. “I know I can get weird on my birthday. Thank you for making it special for me.”

You don’t tell him that the only thing you’ve ever wanted is to see him happy, but you think he knows.

“Of course,” you offer, without a second thought. You press a kiss to his forehead and his smile makes your heart thud. “I wanted you to make nice memories with your friends.”

“And you.” he adds. And me, you agree, nodding as you run a finger along the nape of his neck, down over the exposed bit of his shoulder.

He sprawls over your lap like a big dog who doesn’t quite know his size. You maneuver him, and yourself, so you’re both lying down with him flush to your chest.

You press a kiss to the flower tattooed at the nape of his neck, your new favorite spot to pepper with affections. His hand rests over where yours is lying on his tummy, his fingers linking with your own.

“I only ever want to see you happy,” you decide to tell him anyway, because he deserves to hear it. He brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing kisses to your knuckles, expressing his gratitude better than his words ever could.

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[tare-anime]

“Uuhh…. It won’t come off….”

It’s been almost 30 minutes, and yet the blood won’t come off Yor’s hands. 

She washes and washes and washes. 

The blood is still there.

Under her nails. 

Under the cuticles. 

She has to clean her dirty hands before she touches Anya’s head and tucks her to sleep

She has to clean these dirty hands before she washes Bond’s pristine white fur.

She has to clean these dirty hands before she tries to cook a new dinner recipe from that book Loid’s bought her. 

She has to-...

“Yor, that’s enough.”

Warm hands envelop her trembling one. 

“Ju-... just a bit more and-...”

But that hand turns off the faucet and soon envelops her hands in a soft clean warm towel.

“They are already very clean.” 

Her husband’s warm and calming voice pulls her from the spiraling thought. 

She blinks several times and tries to focus on Loid’s steady taps on her hands. A movement both to dry them at the same time a steady rhythm to guide her breathing. 

And it works. 

It always works. 

Taking several shuddering breaths, Yor finally lifts her face and looks at her husband’s face. 

His brows are furrowed when he concentrates on dabbing antiseptics to the scrapes littered her hands. 

“I’m sorry.” She is so ashamed. “They are dirty.”

“No, they are not.” Loid’s voice is so benevolent. “They do what they had to do: to raise a boy into a fine man, to keep a child feel safe, to caress a dog to his content, to cook a wonderful meal for a family, and to be the home of a wounded, tired soul of a man.”

Her husband brings her hands close to his mouth and places a kiss on her fingers. “These hands are the hands of the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

Yor blinks hard to keep the tears from falling. 

When she feels her husband's hand enveloping her own, she takes a good look at them. 

His hands are bigger than hers. 

Equally calloused. 

Equally bloody. 

And yet, his hands are warm. 

Strong. 

Steady. 

Safe. 

She feels his tugs. “Let’s go home. I’ll prepare a good bath.”

She manages a watery smile. “Okay.”

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Ramblings:

My entry for day 2 of Yor-week: Hands (AO3) @twiyorbase

I've always love "Hand" themed story for Yor. My favorite stories are "Bad Omen" by @buf309 and this chapter of "Once More with Feelings" by @sometimesiship

Gosh. Both really left me on the floor sobbing. No matter how many times I reread them 😭😭😭

And of course, the panels from Endo's own work

Please let Yor get all the recognition she deserves 😭😭😭😭

[noneorother]

All the music you didn’t hear: The Good Omens soundtrack is lying to you. *Part2*

The Bonkers Meta Series 2: Electric Boogaloo. This week on the chopping block: The official Good Omens 2 soundtrack album!

Part 1  l  Part 2  

If you, like me, have absolutely no respect for your time (or your 2023 Spotify Wrapped) and are willing to sit with the show and the David Arnold score album running side by side to match up all the songs, then you too can find out what I did: exactly 6 songs in the album go off the rails in the show in a very specific way. And you know what they say about a song…

So let’s break these misbehaving songs down, shall we? 

A Bell Tolls for Thee

There are SO MANY DAMN BELLS in season 2. I think the sound department might have had a competition going. But I want to show you the bells that happen in the music of the show, but not in the album.

Specifically, there are tubular bells all over the score in David Arnold’s orchestration in season 2 (and some in season 1). It’s an instrument used throughout classical music to represent grandfather clocks or church bells, signalling time passing, like striking the hour. But, this season has done something devious: it sets up your expectation by putting tubular bells in all the regular places in the score, so that you notice less when they whack a big tubular bell ring in a place where it should not be, at a key moment in the story. 

Feel free to go back and listen to these time codes in the show, it’s going to become obvious real fast.  

S2E1 - 14:55 l Song : Into Soho Aziraphale answers the door to a naked Gabriel, and recognizes him for the first time. A bell rings once.

If you listen closely to the album version, David Arnold recorded a beautiful and uplifting ending to this track. Too bad we never get to hear it in the show, it splits off into a bell toll and then a reorchestration. We never hear the end!

S2E1 - 42:30 l Song : Tiny Miracle Aziraphale & Crowley perform a class-A miracle, and Crowley pokes the barrier with his finger. A bell rings twice.

Same thing for Tiny Miracle! The ending of the song in the album we never get to hear in the show, it gets interrupted by 2 tubular bell tolls and another reorchestration of other music. 

S2E3 - 33:59 l Song : Reprise - Something Terrible Aziraphale considers the statue of Gabriel in his present day trip to Edinburgh. A bell rings three times.

This one starts from silence with 3 bell tolls as a reprise of “Something terrible” starts just after it. The second and third bells are woven into the music on beats they never appear in those bars on the recording. 

S2E4 - 38:00 l Song : Zombie Dressing Room  Shax asks Beelzebub for permission to attack the bookshop. A bell rings four times.

This one is extra weird (see my first music post). Even though we stretch out Zombie Dressing Room way after the dressing room scene is over and into the Shax in hell scene, it still manages to work in 4 new tubular bell rings that aren’t there in the score, and we never hear the same ending as on the album. 

S2E5 - 00:05 - 10:14 l Song : Reprise - Something Terrible Shax requisitions troops and gathers her legion. A bell rings five times.

This one is tricky because Shax’s scene in hell is cut up 5 times, but you probably see where this is going: every time we cut back to Shax there’s a new bell rings once that wasn’t in the recording.  

S2E5 - 29:56 l Song : Shax Shax arrives from Hell in the elevbator to attack the bookshop. A bell rings six times.

This is the last time in the season when we hear extra tubular bells. In a pretty bizarre turn of events, the demons Shax has mustered have walked in from down the street, but Shax takes the elevator to arrive at the bookshop. What a way to treat your troops. In any case, we get a final song that doesn’t get the ending it deserves, and gets cut off in favour of a reprise.

Taco Bell: Live Confused So why put so much effort into signalling these 6 specific actions with bell tolls? The first three are clearly Aziraphale & Crowley related, while the second three are Shax related. (All the Shax actions accompanied by bells have flashing lights above Shax.) Could this be a way of signalling we are halfway to the second coming, 6 hours until midnight on the armageddon clock? Or something else entirely?

Every time we hear the added bells, the soundtrack in the show deviates from the planned endings written for the album. Are these mistakes in the timeline, that were never supposed to happen in the ineffable plan? I guess we'll all be listening together for tubular bells in season 3... -------------------------------- Thanks to @embracing-the-ineffable for the encouragement, and the Ineffable detective agency for all their hard work. Part 1 is here!