#vampire!jolly x girl!noah

[rottingfern]

We both know what I’m here for (3x3 vampire jolly)

She hears him before she sees him, though perhaps he isn’t there at all - a mere spectral conjuring of her desire - with the distinct abundance of nothing his presence bestows. Beautiful, he says. He only ever says one word, and that is beautiful. Perhaps his voice too is a figment of her imagination, or a memory of a dream she’s summoned. Maybe she’s hyper-focused on it so strongly, she invoked a tulpa.  But his breath is at her ear, his hands at her bare hip bones (bony, jutting), stroking ghostly, featherlight touches she can’t lean into. He smells of bitter almonds, intoxicatingly cyanic.  Beautiful, he says. 

[ladyveronikawrites]

LADY MIDNIGHT'S KINKTOBER IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE 2024 MASTERPOST

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@malice-ov-mercy 'Pet Boy"

@ladyveronikawrites

AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A GOOD TIME (Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson x OC x Noah Sebastian)

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH (Noah Sebastian x OC)

BRIDGE PART THREE - (all of bad omens x f!reader)

WWBBS PART FOUR : Pup Play Date! -Nicholas x pup!Noah; pup! Nick Folio x pup! Vinny Mauro

@sitkowski

𖦹 in smoldering embers - girl!nicholas/girl!folio, sensory deprivation 𖦹 other poison devils - jolly/ryan, edgeplay 𖦹 sink into me - girl!noah/f!reader - bondage 𖦹 i will wrap you in cold - vampire!jolly/noah, haunted house

[rottingfern]

Universe 3x3 🔫🔫🔫

More smut for you ❤️

Noah doesn’t resist the urge to thrust. She normally does, because thrusting indicates desperation, and for all of her desperation - for a better life, for unconditional love, for acceptance as herself wholly - she refuses to show it, because showing it is also desperate, and she refuses to accept that part of her.

Noah thrusts, and his throat accepts her whole.

[rottingfern]

the universe and us in the night

3x3 please💕

NSFW for you my darlin’ 💕

His tongue is anemically red and smooth, his teeth yellow and tartarous, but his throat is unignorably warm. Addictively warm. She barely has the capacity to be disgusted by his pale, cracked lips wrapped around her because she’d thought he’d be cold, cold and slimy like the rest of him looks. He takes her deeper, swallowing around her as he goes, and she has to grip the sheets to keep from tumbling off the edge of self-control.

Not yet, at least; she should savor this longer.

[rottingfern]

The universe and us in the night 3x3?👀

Even just a few months ago, she’d be hesitant to touch him, to even look at him. Strange encounters with strange men never bode well for someone like her. Every interaction, every look with someone outside those she explicitly knew she could trust was a torturous, teetering act of fear that she could never show.

[rottingfern]

🔫 Us in the Night, 3x3!

Didn't get to this last weekend, sorry about this! Here ya go darlin:

The following night he dares to spread her legs, to let his fingers tangle in the jungle of curls she’s let grow in months of isolation, to let a breath travel up to the tender skin of her taint as he presses molten-cold lips to her overheated thighs. The acrid stir in her gut stinks more of anxiety than arousal, too familiar of that first time she’d let her pa’s barn hand sink her into the scratchy hay at sixteen; there’s that fear of exposure, of eyes just waiting to turn the corner and land on them in the act. His teeth sink into her thigh just as the barn hand’s did, and rather than than jerk and flail until she found it better to just lie back, she now lies back with a sigh, letting him ingest her fear through broken skin.

[rottingfern]

3x3 for The universe and us in the night, pretty please?

Tonight is going to be just a few friends getting together to blow off some steam and drown their sorrows - isolated, pre-tested, and most importantly, aware of her transition. It’s been months since she’s seen any friends at all (and years since she’s seen some of these people), and she deserves to have some fun. She promised Nick she’d be there.  But as she stares longer at the mirror, agonizing over still not being able to get her contour how she likes, she wonders if she should be going out at all. There’s no vaccine yet, and really it’s actually quite irresponsible to -

[rottingfern]

3x3 for the universe and us in the night please?🖤

If she glares at the mirror any longer, something might shatter - whether the mirror or her will to ever see her friends again, she isn’t sure - but she can’t help feel that after all this time, something has to give. She’s spent years in support groups gaining the confidence to live the way she needs, years unlearning the toxic rhetoric of passing, nigh on a decade convincing herself to allow herself to be who she is. She is proud of her journey, of who she is, and certainly doesn’t fucking appreciate the dependability of her need to self-sabotage at every goddamn step. 

[rottingfern]

3x3 for the universe and us in the night pretty please?🥺

(I literally can't belive it's Friday I swear to God it's only Wednesday)

Noah’s thinness was always her biggest insecurity.  She didn’t, doesn’t consider it a matter of beauty; to her mind she’s always been objectively, irrefutably good-looking, even when she was stuck in the mind-prison of heteronormativity. Her nose is perfectly straight, with just the right angle of slope. Her lips, though on the thinner side, are just plush enough for her face. Her brown hair isn’t mousy, and shines healthily even when she herself is not. Her eyebrows form a neat, perfect arch to frame her eternity-dark brown eyes. It all fits together tied with the neat little bow of conventional beauty; she just looks correct. But she’s thin, and that poses a problem. Because as a man, her thinnest meant she was weak, effeminate. And as the woman she’s meant to be, it means that despite years of transition and HRT, she’s still flat-chested and narrow-hipped and bony and veiny. 

[rottingfern]

The universe and us in the night 3x3👀 i mean it when I say I'm so excited about this

Aaaaa thank you!

She didn’t mean for it to be an invitation or anything more than reassurance, yet he takes it as such; eyes sparkling, he kisses across her stomach. Normally it’s the feeling of hot, panting breath that leaves her breathless and panting, but he doesn’t breathe and likely can’t. Instead, it’s seeing his mouth right there and teasing that gets her tense, that makes her cock twitch and tap his lip.

[rottingfern]

The universe and us in the night 3x3?

He kisses her hip again. He says it again: beautiful. His eyes cry out a silent plea.

She kisses her fingers and sinks them into his hair.

[rottingfern]

3x3 for the universe and us in the night?

Here ya go! So glad you're intrigued <3

She isn’t sure if he’d read her mind when he kisses up past her thigh that night, sinking into her hip bone instead. All she can think of are his words, the first he’s spoken to her ever: beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. It’s only one word, really, but he’d said it with such conviction, broken pupils boring deep into her own, that for once when looking down at the milky pale of her lower half in the moonlight, she’d actually believed it.

[rottingfern]

The universe and us in the night 3x3 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

She should be, would’ve been lamenting the incessant scarring and bruising, would’ve been unable to see past imagining them growing to match the faded white cross hatches underneath. She should be worrying herself sick wondering if this counts as a relapse. She would be lamenting how wearing jeans still feels like boy-mode, and how she’d be forced to wear them anyway when she went out.  But there’s nowhere to go, nobody to see her. Instead she only thinks of the reverence with which he shucks up her nightgown every night, only wishes he’d bite somewhere she didn’t need clean skin for her estrogen injection.

[rottingfern]

3x3 the universe and us in the night?

She’s not sure what time or day it is, or how much time has passed since lockdown began, honestly. Stopped counting around day twenty. But it certainly ain’t night, and yet he’s there in the shadow of the doorway to her kitchen, watching her struggle to find an unbitten piece of thigh to stick the needle in.

[rottingfern]

3x3 for the universe and us in the night?

I've been so interested since I first saw it!

Aaaaaaaa I'm so glad you're curious! Just for you:

Pa’s barn hand hadn’t groaned so sweetly at the taste of her broken, tender flesh. Pa’s barn hand hadn’t run a hand up her body, trusting her to not run, groping until he found a nipple to roll between deft fingers. And, Pa’s barn hand certainly had not sucked so hard at the bite as for her to feel the life seep from her.  Somewhere at the back of her brain, in the part that is always unconsciously working, she knows this man is drinking her blood, but she finds she doesn’t mind. To each their own kink, she thinks.  Besides, he’s only kinda grody in, like, a hot way.

[rottingfern]

3 x 3 for Us in the Night? Pwease?

His voice blankets the air around them, rolling from every direction through lips so barely moving Noah first thinks they hadn’t moved at all. It’s clear, filled with none of the grit Noah imagined it’d carry. There is a lilt of foreign accent on his tongue, something she instinctively pins as Scandinavian.

Of course, Noah thinks, his native tongue can’t be Norse, or Finnish, or Swedish or Dutch. Where he comes from, there might not even be a tongue for a native tongue to exist.