#jesper and noah thread.

[inkshadow]

random closed starter for @sunliights ft. jesper and noah

"hey. are you free?" his call to noah is abnormal, to say the least. usually prefers other methods when it came to booty calls. however, it's a random weeknight, he's nearly two bottles of wine in and he's thinking about fallon... and that's just never a great combination. his best friend has kids now too; it's not like he can call him up whenever he wants anymore. "if you're not, totally cool but if you are, can we meet somewhere? i don't really care where. or you can come to mine. it's messy right now but, you know, whatever."

[inkshadow]

"eh, if i'm part of 'everyone', i'm not going to com -" immediately, jesper shuts up, not wanting to spook her in a similar manner one would spook a stray cat coming up to eat. little care goes into being discreet because he just doesn't want to be, eyes scanning over her clad frame with a level of hunger that's unmatched. there was no mistaking the effect he had on her peaks after all was said and done but the moment comes and goes quicker than he wants. "mmm, right. glad you did all of that after i started thinking about ashy grandma elbows." laughter follows and he twists the knob to open the door, revealing a few stray friends eagerly awaiting their conclusion. "god, you all are a bunch of nosy motherfuckers. don't think there's anything to explain. you heard it all yourself, apparently." even gives his belt loop a little tug for dramatics.

“you just made it sound so awful for you.” not that it matters anymore, with the bra back in her possession. they’ve got no excuses to see one another and they don’t need any. noah rolls her eyes figured this was quite the dramatic performance to put on but she won’t bicker about it now. “unless you want everyone to see me with my tits out, hold on.” she could turn her back, and probably should, but decidedly yanks her t-shirt up and over her head since there’s no discrete way to put her bra on the same way that she’d taken it off. she holds her shirt between her legs as she puts it back on; before covering herself up properly. if anything, it adds to the tussled look of her hair as she flicks it out from beneath the collar. “there, now i’m ready.”

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

please consider...... angsty fic where Jesper is in a gunfight and actually gets shot for once. it might only be in the side but just the sudden panic he'd get of realising he's not invincible and Y/N did a whole freaking out and leaving before this could happen. Y/N being scared for good reason..... waking up with Y/N at his bedside????????

For One Last Good Night With You - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Angst. Canon Compliant Violence, Threat And Injury. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

It was such a ridiculous fight. Jesper couldn't have been more convinced that there was nothing less worthy of arguing over than this. But argued about it you did. You had damn near lost your mind trying to make him understand and he just couldn't fathom it.

Did you doubt him? Because every ounce of concern you had, every fear you expressed, it sounded like you thought he couldn't handle himself. It sounded like a dismissal of his capabilities. He couldn't hear it. He couldn't even indulge it. Jesper Fahey, for all his gambling debt, and all the reasons to doubt the facts, might not consider himself lucky, but invincible? That he was sure of.

Jesper spent his days feeling like nothing could touch him, because nothing had. Every job with Kaz, he might have barely made it out of so many of them, but he made it out. He has been out gunned more times than he can count and he left without a thread of his jacket torn, while others did not have that courtesy of that.

Although your concern for him was moving at first, the way you were so clearly worried about him coming home, from what you considered an unnecessarily dangerous job, the amusement he had at it slipped away when he saw just how serious you were. You were worried. Worried so deep and so true that you tried your best to dissuade him from this job, and that should have told Jesper something. But what it told him was you doubted his ability to handle himself. It showed a lack of faith in him. That was so far from the truth, but Jesper wasn't able to see that. Not while you're telling him over and over that you cannot handle the idea of him not coming home. All he could wonder is when had he ever given you cause to doubt him? When had he ever not come back to you? Why did you doubt him?

You had wanted him to see the insanity in the plan, in the odds, not doubt himself. You had tried every type of reasoning you could think of to help Jesper see that you believed in him, but you were scared, and you had all the reasons in the world to be. Something felt wrong here, something felt off and miscalculated and you couldn't explain it, but you were scared for him, scared for him in a way you haven't been before. You wouldn't call yourself superstitious, but you felt it in your bones like a bad omen and you didn't know how to make him see. And the more you tried, the less he heard, the more he seemed determine to prove himself, determined to throw himself into the line of fire. So you walked out.

You walked out into The Barrel without another word because each word seemed to just make more problems than the last and you could not push him even further into this. You had to get out of that argument and that room before you completely broke down. You couldn't change his mind and all your trying seemed to make it worse, so you had to leave. You had to get far away from those words and that feeling, and you had to just hope, hope and saints maybe even pray that Jesper could be lucky this time. Even if luck was not something you believed in, that anyone in The Barrel really believed in. You just hoped that maybe it was enough.

He had been too distracted, and he had been too cocky and the mixture of both on his shoulders are a too dangerous mix for this evening, for this plan, for the eight men he counted as seven.

The bullet landed in the higher side of his left shoulder, and the pain is not remotely close to the shock that hits Jesper with the same force of the bullet. He actually let himself get hit, he hasn't gone that before. He has never felt the way the bullet tears through muscle upon entry and again on exit. The shot is clean and barely hits him low enough to do more than graze, but the blood dripping down on his ruffled shirt is very real and the pain is not something he can ignore.

"Jesper?" Comes Inej's voice from the dark, but his vision is swimming and blurred to the point where he cannot tell if Inej is being her shadow like self or if he is losing consciousness.

He cannot remember a time in his life when his breathing has been this shallow, this laboured, this difficult. He knows it's panic, at least a part of him knows it, but the bigger part of him right now is screaming inside his head. This cannot be how he dies. Not here. Not like this. Not leaving things the way he had with you.

"Jesper!" Inej's voice is louder now, and her hand grips his arm with such a suddenness that if Jesper was in his body he would've reacted so fiercely to. But Jesper is miles away, the pain throbbing, the panic squeezing his chest tighter with every breath, his mind with you.

Jesper thinks maybe Inej is trying to say more words but her voice is losing out against the heaviness of his breath and the sound in his head.

Not like this. Not now. Not like this.

"Please," the word falls from his lips as if every other part of his pleading had been said out loud. If Inej responds, if anyone does, Jesper doesn't hear them before he blacks out.

Fuck.

"Out of the woods? Out of the fucking woods? Brekker if I wasn't preoccupied I would ring your neck," you shout, across the slat. Nina is working her hardest on Jesper's shoulder but the pain lurches him awake. He goes to speak but Nina catches him and fixes him with a look.

"Not a word, luckshot," she tells him. "Not a damn word."

"You're assuming you could get that close to me," Kaz responds. Jesper hadn't been conscious for the Kaz the others had seen a few hours before, the Kaz who saw Jesper, no colour in his eyes, laid out and bleeding on the new rug. The Kaz who's voice wavered, who's attachments became all too clear as he nearly let his cane fall from his viper grip.

"Brekker if he died, nothing could have stopped me from ending you," you warned.

"It wasn't his fault," Inej tried, her knees pulled into her chest, head resting on them, arms wrapped tightly around them, holding herself still and together. She trusted Nina, but nearly seeing Jesper bleed out in an alleyway in The Barrel had taken it out of her. She saw Jesper as a brother, and she had already lost one of those. Kaz felt very much the same but tried to bury it under anger. Anger that fizzled out before it reached yours, it flickered in comparison to your rage.

"I told him, I told all of you," your words sound sore now, like your throat is giving way to them. Jesper knows that sound, even if he wishes he didn't. You'd been crying, and not a gentle cautious, keep yourself contained type of cry, no you had screamed your lungs raw.

He hadn't wanted to say goodbye, and you hadn't want to lose him, both the same. "Inej, Kaz, step outside please," Nina says. "I'm trying to work here and you're not helping."

Inej looks to Nina as if to ask what she had done to be sent away, but Nina just eyed back Kaz and Inej understood: she was being sent to keep Kaz calm, to not risk Kaz trying to get revenge before he'd thought everything through.

Jesper feels himself slipping again, the pain making him giveaway and he tries to speak your name before he succumbs to it, but nothing leaves his mouth, and it's just darkness again.

When Jesper wakes again, he can feel the bandage on his shoulder, he can feel how everything is back where it should be, blood staying inside his body, but it still hurts worse than any hangover. He tries to sit up but only then notices the weight on his chest. You're resting on him, you must've fallen asleep waiting for him to wake. You're exhausted, Jesper has no way to tell how long he had been out, and how long he had made you worry. A thousand different apologies climbed into his mind but not a single one would do, not a single one was good enough.

"Jes?" You mumble as you wake from the steady breathing in Jesper's chest changing to a faster pace.

"I'm awake," he tells you. You look at him and he can see that anger, the anger he had seen before he left for the job, the anger he heard you have when spitting venom at Kaz before, and it melts away.

"You scared me you asshole," you tell him, bundling the fabric of his shirt in your hands.

He places a hand delicately on the side of your face and then without the grace or cocky demeanor you're used to, he pulls you into a kiss. A kiss that tells you that he knows how close he came, how much he scared you, a kiss that tells you he is sorry and he never wants to put you through that again. "I'm sorry Ace," he whispers. A smile breaks on your lips, Ace, his lucky card, you'd always had mixed feelings on that nickname, as you did on anything he related back to gambling, but you'd never been so glad to hear it fall from his lips.

"I love you Jesper Fahey," you tell him plain. He looks back at you, and it's not that he ever doubted it, it's not that you'd never said it. It's just... Hearing it now, felt like the first time, felt like the beginning of something and the culmination of it the same.

"I love you," he says, pulling you in for another kiss, "and I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, just be save... Be alive... Be here."

"Okay," he agrees. "Okay."

[uppersidedreams]

below you can find my list of drafts that i’m currently working on. i dropped about ten drafts because i was feeling extremely overwhelmed with 80+ drafts. 

alina and inej

alvez and penelope: event

aria and natasha: event

arin and ben: event

arin and mavis

ashton and lukas: event

ashton and morgan

ashton and sofia: event

bill and eddie: event

bill and richie

bill and richie: event

binx and elisabeth

binx and lux: event

binx and nick

charlie and jules

charlie and zoey: event

chuck and blair: event

chuck and jun

chuck and kaoru

chuck and lyla: event

chuck and winston

chuck and winston: event

destin and gretchen: event

destin and marshall: event

freddie and cook: event

hassan and nick: event

jack and chance: event

jack and gomez: event

james and beau: event

james and blythe

jaxton and kaz

jongwoo and dustin

julian and eddie: event

julian and edward: event

kendall and calcifer

luke and nellie

marnie thread: event

marshall and destin

micah and noah

mike and greg: event

morgan thread: event

olaf and anna: event

olaf and calcifer: event

olaf and shang chi: event

olaf and tristan: event

peter and blythe

peter and eddie: event

rey and stiles

rey and waverly

rosalie and alice

rosalie and emmett: event

ryan and ruby: event

steve and aerith

steve and dustin: event

sylvie and robin

sylvie and robin: event

wylan and inej: event

wylan and jesper

wylan and jesper: event

yelena and antonia: event

yelena and luna: event

yunlan and inej

current total: 70

in queue: 26

[inkshadow]

continued for @sunliights from the source

"okay, when?" if anything, didn't that statement alone just prove his point? that she's so aggravated at jesper to the point of wanting to get back at him? another almond popped into his mouth, the male listens ever so careful amidst his chewing, the corners of his lips in a shit-eating smirk. "awww so you found a nice guy? you're gonna fucking eat him alive, noah. that guy's not gonna wanna go out with you again. or, well, maybe. you two did fuck on the first date — that says a lot." he totally ignores the statement about not everything being about him. he agrees. he wants this bit of conversation to be all about her.

[inkshadow]

@sunliights sexy sunday

"you really have to get better at answering your phone," jesper murmurs against her lips, already reaching down to toss off her shirt to join his on the floor. the break in their kiss is brief, mouths colliding back together as he leads walks her back towards her bed. "fuck, noah..." teeth sink into her lower petals to nip teasingly, hands roaming down from her soft back to her ass where his fingers happily grab onto. "need you real bad right now."

[inkshadow]

this was never going to work. the fact that he's boasted time and time again about the amount of chicks he's paraded in front of their group should have been telling but he supposes if people believe hard enough, they might get what they want. admittedly, up to this point, noah's the only one that's managed to keep up with his sass. "mmm — fuck, you're so tight." the sight of her rosy cheeks has him smirking, confidence brimming as he shakes his head and whispers, "nope. harder."

open to anyone. muse: noah jackson. 25 years old. bisexual. she/her. mortician. plot: muse a and muse b are pretending to be together and sneak into a room, making loud moaning noises trying to play off like they’re sleeping together at a party then oops did you just turn me on with your moaning – why’re you looking at me like that….

“oh, baby.” slamming her hand into the wall, noah has to use her free one to cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. their friends have been trying to get them together for the longest time and purely to get them off their back, the two decided to pretend as if they were together for a while. “r-right there.” she grins over in there direction but the second that they make eye contact her cheeks take on a rosy hue. “is this… too much?” she asks, voice quieter so to not be heard from outside.

[uppersidedreams]

i decided to make a tiny to do list that you can find below. this is more for my own organization and accountability, but feel free to ask about what i owe you if you’re curious beyond this list. for pairings that have multiple threads, they are not listed twice. everything else is in my queue !

alina and emily

alina and inej

arin and mavis

ashton and morgan

bill and richie

charlie and jules

james and blythe

jax and kaz

jongwoo and dustin

karolina starter

luke and nellie

micah and jim

micah and noah

nellie starter

rey and waverly

robin and sylvie

rosalie and alice

ryan and ruby

steve and nina

taehee and alice

ted and roy

yunlan and lux

wylan and jesper

[inkshadow]

there's a warring dichotomy that takes place when she lets out a long, sultry moan and when she places a chaste kiss to his knuckles. both cause fluttering in different areas on his body but strangely enough, it's the kiss that takes a lot of the attention away from his desperate need to fuck into her. it calms him, soothes him of the tension he was feeling all evening thinking about his ex. this was intimacy in its true form and while noah likely thinks nothing of it, it does more for jesper than she'll ever know. "thank you," he whispers, "for tonight." and not wanting to make the downstairs situation anymore difficult than it already is, jesper lets out a slow and deep exhale, kisses her shoulder, and lays back on the pillow to sleep.

-fin.

when jesper finally gives her what she wants, what they both want, noah really does let out a moan. his fingers did a good enough job of making her wet and relaxed but she can still feel every inch that he feeds into her as he makes slow work of settling his cock inside her. "that's," a deep breath in, "it." her cunt flutters around him and she almost curses herself for insisting they don't do anything more than this, but she fully intends to stick to it. "you feel real good, jesper." he really does, she has to grasp tightly at her pillow to keep any semblance of control to stop from encouraging him to grind into her. "now you just have to be good." easier said than done for the both of them but she's determined. she reaches around to seek out his hand and brings it around her, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "it's time to sleep."

[inkshadow]

jesper's resolve was also crumbling at the creases, unsure if he was supposed to just take the opportunity given to him and run with it or do only what he requested. it's just so easy and he's so tempted when her pussy is so pliant and ready for him, her moans spurring him to coax even more out. but when the words finally fall from her mouth, everything else falls to the wayside and he does exactly that, first removing his hand from her warmth to hook around his boxers and slide them off, pushing them lower down the bed. "of course, noah... since you asked so nicely." even gives her a soft little kiss on the cheek as his hand guides his cockhead to her now soaked slit, making it easy for him to ease himself right in. "f-fuck...." easy does it, he'll have to remind himself. she's just to warm him and warm him only but that also means jesper has to refrain from immediately slamming his stiff cock into her back walls.

noah's lips part and nothing comes out. it takes every bit of self-restraint that she has to remain quiet, aside from her increasingly audible breathing and the soft moans that came from her whenever his fingers curled just right. he knew what he was doing and he was doing it well, turning her in to a slick mess between the thighs with just a few well-rehearsed coaxing motions. "it will. i'm sure." once she calms herself down, she's sure it'll take her to a euphoric without the orgasm state. he's right, she does, which is why she keeps arching herself between pressing into his fingers and pushing back into where he's firming up for her. "jesper, can you just — will you please," she has to bite down on her lower lip for a moment to suppress a moan, "can you just put your cock in me like now."

[inkshadow]

"i can let it get to my head a little, right? at least... my cock head..." the way he whispers those two words in her ear is deliberate, just like the curl of his fingers inside her warmth. the way they clench around him, throb around him, a slow but pressurized drag against that spot. "and you think cockwarming will put you to sleep? or something else?" his breathing grows heavier with every movement to his covered cock, hips pushing back with equal fervor so she can feel his hardening arousal. "i know how much you love feeling what you do to me."

"sure." if noah doesn't sound the slightest bit convinced, it's because she isn't. she breathes in deeply as his fingers glide over her, her hand falling away when he seems to get the message. she's conscious of the fact she's warned him off any funny business but it's hard not to get carried away, especially with the low moan he pulls from her when a couple of fingers tuck into her. "don't let it go to your head," she huffs, tucking her face a little more into her pillow. "it's just 'cause i want to go to sleep." not strictly true, the idea jesper has planted in her head has her mind reeling with eagerness. her hips press back to push into him, rolling slightly to rouse his cock a little. "

[inkshadow]

"i told you i was cold! maybe wine does that to me or something." it doesn't. like most people, it has more of a warming effect on him, one that she might actually find to be quite nice, all things considered. the rest — much to his surprise — he doesn't have to ask for, allowing her to do whatever she considers not funny business. having him tease her clit like this by her own guidance doesn't seem to fall under that category, jesper's warm breath even with every gentle stroke and brush over her clit. "definitely feels wetter already..." but he still hasn't heard that lewd squelch he enjoys so much, so he dips his hand lower to let long, lithe digits slide inside her, giving her a few pumps to test the waters. "all from a few strokes, baby?"

"i don't know. i guess someone wouldn't ask for it if it doesn't help... you know! thinking we're going to fuck 'cause i let you stick it in." could say it a little more eloquently but she doesn't especially since it would just be for his benefit. "maybe..." and if she isn't, it won't take much to get her there. she is a rather unfortunate victim of getting turned on at the drop of a hat. she wriggles herself out of her underwear and extends her foot out of the bed for a moment to let it drop to the floor. her hand takes his to guide it down between her thighs, fingers moving over her clit in a few slow circles until the slide becomes easier. "want to find out?" this time when she speaks her voice is a little airier.

[inkshadow]

"damn, you're the one who called me a dog. i was just giving you what you wanted," since that seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. he'll drop it though, in case she actually makes good on her 'for real's. "being cockwarmed? who wouldn't feel better after that? what constitutes as funny business?" though he certainly didn't intend for the night to be anything more than innocent, jesper's never going to say no. just depends on what 'funny business' is. his hand travels down to where she's bottomless, casually tucking his fingers in her pants. "are you wet enough for me to slide in though? that's kinda the only requirement."

"okay, i'll kick you out for real for real." using his earlier words against him might help jesper to take her seriously, would choke him out before she let him hump her leg. noah hums quietly at the tickle of his breath on her neck, closing her eyes since it doesn't much matter. it's not like he can see her. "will it make you feel better? you promise no funny business?"

[inkshadow]

there's no resistance when she drags his arm around her middle. actually takes it the rest of the way to pull her even more flush to him, snickers falling into her hair. "if that gets me what i want, we could have fun dry humping a little. i can slide lower to get your leg instead?" now that one makes him laugh a little harder, turning his head into the pillow for a beat. "you can cuddle with my dick in you. just make sure not to move around in your sleep. i'm cold, noah," he whines, tucking his face into her neck. "pretty please?"

noah watches him like a hawk; mainly because the last thing that she wants to do right now is change her sheets into drier ones. "much happier," she muses, reaching behind herself to tug his arm over her. "you're a fucking dog, jesper." that being said, there's little venom to her words. she actually giggles a little bit. "we're supposed to be cuddling. we can't do that with your dick inside me 'cause we both know that's not how it's gonna stay."

[inkshadow]

"yeah, yeah..." at the moment, the concept of 'subjective' escapes him, the forefront of his mind still consumed by images and memories of fallon. noah stripping out of her pants, however, does more than enough to start erasing those bits — at least temporarily. like a windshield wiper slowly but surely wiping off remains that have been caked onto glass for what feels like forever. "you really expect me to drink water in this economy? when you look like that?" he snickers, not making much sense as he shimmies out of his clothes until he's left in just his boxers. no permission was given but he crawls into her bed anyhow, scooting over and patting the empty spot to let noah follow suit. "i'll drink water if you wiggle your ass on my bulge?"

"time and it's importance is subjective." noah effectively dismisses anymore attempts to get into it with him. probably could since he's drunk enough but that also seems like reason enough to not talk to him right now as well. "i'm going to remind you for the thousandth time that i got outta bed for you to just sit here and whine!" in the midst of her chiding, she drags him along with a quick stop-off in her kitchen to grab a bottle of water for him during the night. she does let go when they reach her room, putting the bottle on the nightstand before shimming out of the pants she'd thrown off. "i don't have anything for you to sleep in so you're gonna have to just... strip off a little. i'm sure you can do that just fine."

[inkshadow]

"no they're not! can you really say that you can know someone in less than that time? and be totally crushed by it all if it doesn't work out?" it's not to say that he's comparing by any means, just that it feels like comparing a 3-month relationship doesn't quite hit the same as a failed engagement. or maybe it's better, he can't really work it out at the moment. "wow," he drawls out, letting her take the lead as his legs follow suit, pushing him off the couch. "but i'm so sad, you can't big spoon me? damn, she's such a bottom...."

"why wouldn't those count? a relationship is a relationship!" she really ought to just shut up, and so she does. noah slinks herself off of the couch and grabs on to his arm, giving it a tug. "don't make me regret this and rescind my offer, jesper. i'm telling you that you can stay. yeah. you're gonna be the big spoon 'cause you woke me up and it's the least that i deserve."