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NSFW ALPHABET - Noah Sebastian

I’m once again reminding you because some of y’all don’t seem to understand and it’s making my fucking eye twitch … THESE ARE THEORIES. I know that some of you are younger, and you are new to how fandoms operate, but the whole point of this is to make a compilation of theories about someone based on content that is free floating in the fandom. The information that I’ve been given by people in private is never something that you will ever see me actually write about, so don’t think it is. NONE OF THIS WAS FOUND BY DIGGING OR PRYING (THE TWO ACTIVITIES SOME OF YALL CANNOT STAY AWAY FROM). This shit is theories and personal beliefs based off things we have as a fandom. Do not fuck it up for everyone by accusing anyone of prying. Do not ask me questions about unrelated shit. Do not ask me to answer your thoughts and concerns. ANYWAYS HERE YA GO BESTIES.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Noah is the one with the forethought to go ahead and grab a dirty t-shirt and keep it by the side of the bed. There’s probably already water he was drinking, and that’s gonna have to be good enough lol mans will check up on you, but if you’re looking for full blown mushy romance book level aftercare? Yeah, it doesn’t live here.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Noah is clearly working hard on his physical appearance. From what I can see there was a lot of bulking going on, but we see big ass muscles in those arms. He’s very proud of that. Noah isn’t the type to get transfixed and brain-dumb over something, but I feel like he likes legs. Likes the way they wrap around him, and the way they bend when he pushes someone’s knees back when he’s fucking them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh boy. Has absolutely tried his own a few times out of pure curiosity. Tries his best to just jerk off in a shower so he doesn’t have to clean anything up, but he’ll wipe it away with something out of the dirty laundry bin. The man literally liked a meme regarding this so I KNOW I’m RIGHT when I say he wants to cum in you and he wants it so deep it doesn’t come back out. He doesn’t even want to see it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has an obsession with panties and I mean this in the “if yours go disappearing please go bang on his door” way. There’s something about the way they feel, all the colors and patterns (this stupid nerd would buy you Naruto panties and I hate that). Like he would jerk off with them wrapped around his dick and send you pictures about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced, but I don’t think it’s in the way you all think. You can have so much casual sex and not really be learning a ton, ya know? Like if all you’re getting are random quick hookups for the most part … how experienced are you actually? That being said - he’s ABSOLUTELY the type to have read up on and researched techniques just to keep in his back pocket.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ha. Ha. Hahaha. I’m laughing because he has a Mars in Sagittarius, so this is going a few ways. He likes to be spontaneous when he has time, so anytime you say “hey do you wanna try …” THAT is his new favorite position. Immediately. The frankness and the roughhousing that comes with that says he would play wrestle until you were no longer playing, and your hands were held above your head while his big ass body all but put you through the actual mattress. So.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy?!? He’s too goddamn nervous to be goofy what do you MEAN. His heart is about to thump out of his chest because, if like most women you wait for him to make the first move, he’s so fucking shy about it. He would definitely appreciate it if you laughed off things like him getting ahead of himself or making a funny noise when you switch positions though because it works as an icebreaker.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims it all up. I know he does not have a ton of hair everywhere, but obviously when someone has a lot of tattoos, you can no longer truly see the amount of hair they have on their body. His legs are actually a lot hairier than you think, and he has a happy trail, so I think he just trims it all up.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, it’s Noah’s time to shine. If you give him a reason to be he could be SO romantic. This bastard is an artist. He is a writer. He can set a vibe unlike any other man you’ve ever met (and I swear to god the LED lights are involved unfortunately). If it’s slowing down that you need … Noah’s got you. Neck kisses, eye contact … just please don’t expect it every time. You would absolutely have to tell him ahead of time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I actually firmly believe that he used to not jack off a lot, but now that he’s working out and his stamina has increased he probably does it a little more now. Likes the way his rings and bracelet feel when they touch his dick. Doesn’t make too much noise, but he’s a big lip biter. As we said, likes to do it in showers, so after they play which is also when he’s sweaty and full of adrenaline.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What we’re not gonna do right now is get into the Mommy Issues ™️, and I think if you asked him to call you that he would tell you to get the fuck out (I’m serious) BUT … he could absolutely fall asleep with your nipple in his mouth. Like as a comfort thing. He would ABSOLUTELY ask to watch a show with you and slowly and wordlessly unzip your hoodie and take one of your boobs out and just kinda hang out there in the quiet dark while he sucks away and THAT is actually a kink. I do not take criticism thanks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves him a good risk, but not if people he knows could be involved. Like he’ll wanna fuck at your house because he really doesn’t want Jolly to hear you, but if it was a bunch of strangers at a bar he wouldn’t think twice about fucking you in the bathroom. He also really loves the bed honestly. Mans is a big ol lazy bear after he comes and he definitely wants to pass the fuck out after yall go at it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in his bands merch gets his dick absolutely rock solid. We aren’t gonna talk about the narcissist streak he has (I also do not take criticism on this because believe me it’s there), but seeing you in a shirt that barely covers your ass AND has his bands name on it is too much. Also, running your hands over his chest? I feel this one in my bones dude I just know that this makes him feel some sort of way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Noah wouldn’t actually ever involve one of the direct members of the band into a threesome. I’M SORRY. TRUST ME THATS NOT GONNA STOP ME FROM READING THE FICS AND HAVING MY SILLY LITTLE THEORIES BUT he just wouldn’t. Too close. He would, however, tag in Davis, Kodi or Jesse and I know you bitches wouldn’t complain about that. Again, please god don’t pull the mommy card on him. With this one, I see it being something like he’s either immediately going to tell you that he can’t do this at all now, or he’s going to do it, but then he’s going to feel some type of way after, and it’s actually really going to affect him. He’s going to get inside his head and have a meltdown.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver. I’m the one that gave you that post. I’m the one that one of his exs contacted. I don’t know a lot about all the things in the world, but I know a little something in this department. Noah eats pussy like a starved man and there’s nothing more dangerous than a man that is hot and enthusiastic. You stand 0 chance. He’s highly skilled. He loves getting blowjobs, but if you’re looking at scales they’re absolutely tipping one way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

So, for all of you out there that may not know, when a man doesn’t have great stamina or he doesn’t last very long cardio and working out can really help that. Noah has done a 180 in terms of exercise, so I think he’s the type to deliver a fast and hard pace but not really think about it. Like he’s so into it and he’s taking in the sounds you make not realizing that he’s picked up the pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t love them because CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF MEN DONT ALWAYS GET TURNED ON LIKE LIGHTSWITCHES. Noah would need to be teased all day while he’s trying to do other shit if you want to just spontaneously pull him into a broom closet and expect him to perform.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again … birthchart says he takes risks but I believe they’re calculated. Like the risk of fingering you when you’re on the phone with someone is one he’s willing to take, but he planned it. He also loves to take risks in the bedroom. What happens if he rubs here? What happens if he bites there? Hmmm.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Noah strikes me as a singular really long round kind of guy. Sure, he’ll get you off once before he even takes his clothes off, but I do think he gets sleepy easily by nature because he has personality traits that align with Snorlax and Winnie the Pooh. Noah will absolutely make it feel like it’s stretched on, and he won’t stop until he’s not sure what language you’re muttering, but he’s not taking a break and jumping back into it. His idea of a break is eating you out while he calms down.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he may have experimented once or twice (we’re not gonna pretend like he hasn’t been pictured with three different dildos before) but he doesn’t really see a need. Now, for you, he’s absolutely gonna do whatever it takes to get you off. You wanna use a toy while you’re fucking him? Go for it. He really wants to watch you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Here’s the thing. Noah doesn’t MEAN to. He’s not upset that he did, but seriously he didn’t mean for you to see the strip of skin on his belly when he stretched. He didn’t know that him moving your hair to the side to kiss behind your ear would have you gnawing at your lip. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but when you crawl over him and kiss him until he can’t breathe and then call him an asshole for doing that all day it makes him want to fuck you until the sun comes up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It’s all under his breath.

“Jesus Christ”.

“Holy …”.

“Yes - fuck, yes”.

He’s the type to grunt while he’s biting his knuckle when he comes. See, and I know that not all of you have thought about this but it’s the fucking truth, most men are conditioned to be very quiet when they cum and it’s because they were once horny teenagers and they couldn’t keep their hands out of their pants. They had to sneak. Noah has been sharing rooms with people his entire life … this man hasn’t learned to let go and let it all fly. He holds back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Random headcanon? Weed makes Noah incredibly fucking horny, and he can come twice when he smokes because his dick won’t relax if he only cums once. I don’t know why y’all all say he used to smoke … yeah he used to smoke cigarettes and quit, but he still smokes weed - just a whole lot less. That’s why it’s exciting when he takes a few hits. I had an ex that was like this and it’s actually pretty hot so I’m assigning it to Noah because it makes the most sense with him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

There are actual bitchbabies on tumblr.com that are mad because they say that nobody should say anything about the fact that we can clearly see his dick through some of his stage outfits. Listen to me - yeah it’s weird to jump in a strangers inbox and talk about your unhealthy obsession and what you want to do. But. He is a man, and he has a penis, and this is an NSFW alphabet based on theories, and it is not my fault that it is fucking visible through his goddamn pants. THAT BEING SAID BASED OFF OF WHAT WE CAN SEE ON BEYONCES INTERNET - he’s a shower and it ain’t small.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gets in his head so often. The number one sex drive killer is stress, and I think he definitely, if he has a partner, can go for a long time without having sex if he’s got too much band business. You would definitely need some open communication. Although lucky for you - he celebrates band wins and personal growth with sex. I guarantee that one positive phone call from Matt would mean you get bent over the kitchen counter.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he’s falling asleep pretty quickly but it’s also because of the setting. Like I said, our boy loves a good fuck in a bed. That, combined with the soft LEDs, the lofi beats and no overhead lights means he’s already accidentally set the stage for sleep. Just blow out the candles and tell him ya love him because he’s gone.

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Galladrabbles - Double Date

When you got an obsession and finally the perfect prompt comes around so you can write about it! Thank you, @milkovetti, for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Double Date

This is 100 words about my winter olympics obsession "doubles luge".

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The winter air’s freezing cold and so is Coach’s voice.

“I don’t care if you think he’s an asshole. I don’t care if he smells funny. I don’t care if you hate him. Your sled’s ready for a double date with both your asses, so get up there and on it.” He huffs.

Ian watches him leave. Defeated. Coach always wins. And if he thinks Milkovich would make a good bottom man for him, then that's going to happen.

Fuck.

Ian grabs his helmet…

… time to launch himself down an ice canal with a fucking douche underneath him.

#rec #ooooh!

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Cassie I wanna be yo friend SO BAD. Girl you wrote something so hot lmao I don't even normally read rpf

Word count: 4,553

Pair and warning: Jolly x Noah. Jolly x Ricky Horror. Implied Noah x Davis. Mostly smut and no plot. Ddlg. Edging. Cum eating. Blow jobs.

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Avildsen's parties were always not so fun. He past out drugs like it was candy and urged everyone to drink and do things they would later regret. Maybe that is all the reasons why Noah had declined the invite and stayed home.

Jolly had come though. Sometimes he liked getting out of their house and enjoying America. Noah liked to joke that he had seen enough of America and would like a refund. He was what people called an introvert and most times Jolly wasn't big to mind it. They produced so many songs and new music together and their band was succeeding. Noah was a genius at music. Jolly respected that and so he respects also that Noah does not want to party. Maybe when he gets home Noah will excitedly meet him at the door and show him a new sound or some lyrics he wrote while Jolly was gone and Jolly will reward him for being a good boy.

This moment was about the party though. He was kind of having fun making connections with other Sumerian artists. Andy Biersack had said a few words to him before his wife had interrupted and stolen him away and then Jolly had seen a tattooed man in a skirt pop a strange looking tab in his mouth before vanishing. The owner of the Sumerian label liked keeping everyone drunk and high. Jolly didn't understand it. Maybe it was just an America thing.

He talked and listened to music that played. A few times Avildsen played songs from Bad Omens' recent album and Jolly realized that all the songs playing were by musicians from the Sumerian label.

"Is this your first time at one of these?" A very short and very attractive man had come to stand next to Jolly. He had very pale skin and black hair and his eyes had a smudging of eyeliner. He was pretty in a slightly gothic way. "Ash holds them pretty often, I haven't been seeing you at any. I would remember." His blue eyes look over Jolly meaningfully and Jolly understands.

When he is with Noah he is ignored. Everyone wants the frontman and they forget that the other band members exist. Sometimes he doesn't mind but also sometimes he hates being forgotten so tonight he feels proud under this man's gaze.

"I'm Joakim," he says and he smiles down at the stranger. "I am part of Bad Omens. I play guitar, do back up vocals, I produce, I do a lot of things." He is bragging, yes. But this other man looks like he is eating it up.

"A man of many talents," he replies with a flirty laugh and he puts his hand on Jolly's arm. "I'm Ricky from Motionless In White." Unlike Jolly he does not give a whole bragging introduction and Jolly almost feels embarrassed that he did it. The embarrassment goes away when Ricky gently squeezes his arm. "You have muscles," he says softly. He looks like he will tell more to Jolly but instead he just shakes his head. "I shouldn't steal all of your time."

Jolly means to tell him that it is ok. He can have as much time as he wants. But Ricky is already slipping away and meeting with a friend.

Jolly can't stop himself from catching Ricky's gaze all night. He looks for Ricky amongst the other partiers and listens for Ricky's voice even over the loud music. There is something about that smaller man that makes Jolly curious. He already makes Jolly imagine what it would be like if he pinned him down and fucked him for everyone else to see.

It was bad luck that Jolly didn't get to talk to Ricky again at the party. He left to get an Uber home and felt sulky that he did not even get a phone number. He wonders if Ricky had done that purposely and had meant to rile up Jolly? On the way back to his home he fights the urge to rub the crotch of his jeans and think about Ricky but he won't do it in the Uber driver's car.

When he finally is inside his house and has taken his shoes off at the door, Noah comes running up to him. Noah looks excited like he does sometimes when he wants Jolly's attention. "Look at this," says Noah and holds out his phone to show Jolly some lyrics he wrote.

"It looks really good," Jolly replies even though he barely looks at the lyrics. He is more thinking about Ricky. Noah puts his phone away and looks a little desperate and Jolly understands. "Did kitten miss Daddy?" he asks and Noah perks up immediately. "You were such a good boy when I was gone weren't you?"

It was probably not a big secret that Noah was passed around by his band mates. He liked being dominated and praised. He liked it a lot from Jolly. Maybe because they lived together. Sometimes Jolly wondered how Noah was always so ready and needy. It felt like no matter how many times they made him cum, he was still desperate for another round.

"I was a good boy," Noah agrees and he drops to his knees in front of Jolly and immediately puts his mouth on the crotch of Jolly's jeans for a kiss. "I want to make Daddy happy. You were gone so long tonight. Kittens miss their daddies when they leave."

Jolly laughs and puts his hand in Noah's hair. He misses when it was long because there was more to pull. "I guess I should make it up to you." He tugs on Noah's hair and Noah instinctively opens his mouth like he was trained. Jolly unzips his jeans and pulls out his semi hard cock. All his thoughts of Ricky had started turning him on.

Noah is a good boy and doesn't need to be told what to do. He immediately puts his hands behind his back and starts kissing Jolly's shaft. The more his mouth is on Jolly's cock the more hard and alive it comes for him until Noah has it all down his throat. He is very good at relaxing his throat and taking dick like a good boy. Noah usually begs his band mates to face fuck him. He likes feeling used.

Jolly slowly fucks Noah's mouth and he enjoys the way Noah looks blissed out even when tears start in his eyes. Finally when Jolly starts feeling close to cumming he pulls Noah's head back so his mouth releases Jolly's dick. There's a line of saliva from Noah's lips to the tip of Jolly's cock and it makes Jolly smirk.

"Go undress and get in position for me, Kitten," he instructs and Noah immediately jumps off the floor and runs to Jolly's room.

Jolly wonders if Ricky is this obedient or if maybe Ricky was more bratty and defiant than Noah could be. He strokes his cock once at the question and then makes his way to his room.

Noah is naked already when Jolly gets there. He is on all fours with his ass presented but Jolly can already see the vibrating plug that Noah has used to make himself ready. It makes Noah press his face into the mattress and make kitten sounds while Jolly undresses himself.

"You are extra eager tonight," says Jolly with a laugh as he kneels on the bed and teasingly removes the plug from Noah. Noah makes a little sigh and starts to beg for Jolly but its muffled with his face still pressed against the bed.

Jolly spreads Noah's cheeks and gives him a little lick that makes Noah moan followed by Jolly inserting a finger to make sure Noah is stretched so he doesn't get hurt. Noah pushes himself back, against Jolly's finger. "Such a desperate kitten," Jolly says and pulls his finger out slowly.

He gets the lube from his nightstand. He learned his lesson as a teen that lube was always necessary unless you wanted to risk hurting someone and he grabs a condom. Noah hates condoms though. He complains that he likes the feel of skin and he wants to be full of cum. He likes it when they all take turns and fill him up so he's leaking their cum out all day.

Jolly rolls the condom over his hard cock and then squirts lube down Noah's crack. "'s cold," whines Noah and Jolly presses an apology kiss to Noah's ass.

"Poor kitten," says Jolly with a tease and then he guides his dick into Noah. Noah wastes no time in pushing back and rocking against Jolly in his desperate need to be fucked.

Jolly puts his hands on Noah's hips and begins to thrust. It earns him moans and begging from Noah. Even prepared for him, Noah is tight against Jolly's cock. It's not the same as a vagina though so Jolly isn't concerned about it. He fucks Noah hard, pounding into him from behind so Noah is forced to grip the bed sheets and babble incoherent.

When Jolly starts feeling close, he wraps a hand around Noah's throat and pulls him up so Noah's back is against Jolly's chest. Noah turns his head and shares a kiss with Jolly that is mostly tongue and teeth. Jolly keeps one hand around Noah's neck and the other wraps around Noah's hard cock.

He strokes Noah slowly in comparison to how hard he fucks him and Noah begs loudly for release. "Oh fucks. Please daddy. I need to cum. Please let me cum," says Noah.

"Cum for daddy," answers Jolly in Noah's ear and it's all that Noah needs to let go and start cumming hard.

Jolly strokes him through it and ropes of cum are all over his bed. Noah falls back down against the mattress, laying in his own cum and panting as Jolly fucks him until he cums in the condom.

Jolly is careful when he pulls himself out of Noah and he takes the condom off and ties it before tossing it in the trash. He wants to collapse against the bed too but he can't until his kitten is taken care of.

Jolly helps Noah roll over onto his back and then he goes to the bathroom and wets down a towel. He brings it back and gently wipes Noah clean of sweat and the cum he had laid in.

"Do you want me to get a bath started for you?" Jolly asks because he needs to change his sheets now. Noah nods, clearly tired from their activity and he cutely rubs his eyes.

Jolly lets him rest a little as he fills the bathtub with hot water and one of Noah's favorite bath bombs. It makes Jolly's tub look like the night sky. Jolly goes back into his room and helps Noah get in the bath. He makes Noah promise not to fall asleep in there.

While Jolly changes the sheets on his bed and argues in Swedish with the fitted sheet his phone buzzes with texts from an unknown number. When he answers it he sees a cute selfie of Ricky and a note that says he got Jolly's number from a musician they are both friends with. Jolly saves the photo and smiles because this means Ricky thought about him too!

He sits on the edge of his bed to text with Ricky and after a few minutes Ricky agrees to meet Jolly for lunch the next day. It makes Jolly's heart do a loud thump in his chest but Jolly ignores that and puts his and Noah's phones on chargers before going to check on Noah.

Even though Noah promised not to fall asleep, his head was against the edge of the tub and he was snoring a little. Jolly chuckled and gently shakes him awake. "This is a sign that you need to get out," he says to Noah before uncapping the drain and getting a towel. He wraps it around Noah and helps him out of the tub.

Noah yawns and rubs his eyes as Jolly dries him off. "Thankies daddy," says Noah before going to climb into Jolly's bed and wiggle under the covers.

Jolly gets on some boxers and gets in his bed with Noah who immediately lays on Jolly's chest. "I'm going for lunch tomorrow, kitten. So I won't be home for a few hours."

Noah pouts. "But you were gone all tonight too. Why can't you stay home with me and work on the new album?"

"I will call Davis to come play with you while I'm gone, don't worry. You'll still have a daddy here with you and next week Nicholas will be here to make up for me being not home so much."

There is a happy kiss places against Jolly's chest. "I like Davis," whispers Noah like he's telling secrets. "He let me wrap his dick in Froot Roll Ups last time."

Jolly laughs. America had weird candy. It made him miss black licorice and the tasty chocolates back home. Americans didn't like salty licorice and their chocolate wasn't very good. Jolly rubs Noah's back as he thinks this and Noah soon falls asleep.

By late morning, Jolly is dressed very nicely for his lunch date with Ricky and Noah is on the couch in a kitty onesie and pouting because Jolly is soon leaving.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he asks Jolly and sticks his tongue out when Jolly says yes. But Noah stops pouting as soon as Davis arrives and he is straddling Davis' lap before Jolly is even gone.

Noah is such a talented musician but if it's believable he is more talented in the bedroom. He knows how to take dick like a prince. Jolly knows that Davis will be worn out long before Jolly comes home and Noah will probably get out his toys when Davis takes a nap. Maybe he will bring home donuts for Noah if he remembers.

The café Ricky chose is weirdly empty. It's strange because California is so packed everywhere all the time but maybe they were lucky.

"I got us a table," says Ricky after they exchange greetings and he leads Jolly to an intimate table in the corner. He looks so pretty that Jolly barely pays their waitress attention when she takes their drink orders. "I thought about you all night," says Ricky and Jolly raises his brows. "I thought about your muscles and wondered if your abs are as toned as your biceps."

Jolly grins, happy that Ricky is still flirting. "I guess if you're a good boy then I will show you," he answers as the waitress brings them both glasses of water and takes their orders. "I was thinking of you too."

Ricky blushes and it's cute to Jolly who likes the way his cheeks and the bridge of his nose go all rosy pink. "What did you think?" He asks it and Jolly feels Ricky's foot slide up his leg. Definitely Ricky is more assertive than Noah.

Jolly leans in so no one will overhear him. "I thought about what you would look like with your mouth on my cock." He did dream about it. His dream had been very real about Ricky sucking him off and when he woke up he found that it was because Noah had decided to wake his daddy with a blow job before asking for protein pancakes for breakfast.

"Maybe you'll get to find out," Ricky says, biting his bottom lip like he's shy.

Their lewd conversation doesn't continue because the waitress brings them their lunches and they thank her before digging in.

It was really nice to be on an actual date. Since everyone shared Noah, they didn't do too many dates with him. Sometimes they did little dates where they took him to the aquarium if he was up for it or they sat with him as he colored. Little space was something special and he only did it with people he really, really trusted. Jolly liked that Noah trusted him a lot but he also liked dates and the feeling of being in a real relationship. Noah wasn't into commitment and it scared him that's why he preferred the band passing him around.

For a while in the beginning days of the band, Jolly thought that maybe Noah would want to be exclusive because he spent more time with Jolly than even Nicholas. Jolly always woke up with Noah snuggled into his bedding but Noah had ignored him when he brought up dating. Jolly got the messages loud and he understood. The band didn't mind though so that was ok. It was nice to have someone to snuggle with sometimes on tour even though the bunks were always too small for Jolly and Noah. No one could ever really guess who would wake up with Noah having sneaked into their bunk. He was very quiet and very good at not waking up any of his daddies when he wanted to be.

Ricky and Jolly enjoyed some small talks while they ate. They talked about venues they had enjoyed and tour pet peeves but everything was underlying with sexual tension. Jolly didn't miss the hidden messages when Ricky talked about sharing hotel beds with Vinny or Chris. He understood that Ricky liked to take it almost as much as Noah did.

When lunch was over, Jolly paid for their meal and gave the waitress a tip. He was happily surprised when Ricky took his hand as they left. "Did you drive here?" Ricky asks as they stand on the sidewalk and hold hands.

"I got an Uber," said Jolly. He hated driving in California. Everyone was a bad driver and so angry and there was always a lot of traffic. Sometimes Noah would drive but Noah drove like a little old grandma so it took a lot of time to get places. "Why are you asking?"

"I drove," explains Ricky. "I thought maybe you want me to drive us back to my apartment? You promised me that if I was good you would show me your abs." He says it like he is joking but Jolly can tell by the blush that he is serious.

"You were a very good boy so it's earned," Jolly agrees.

Ricky is a very good driver and his car is extremely clean. Jolly appreciates cleanliness and hoped that the state of Ricky's car would mean his home was super spotless too. During the drive, Ricky explained that he lived alone currently. His roommate had moved out a few months ago so they would have the apartment all to themselves. Jolly liked that too.

Ricky's apartment was also very clean and tidy. He had some photos on the wall but Jolly didn't get to look much before Ricky was all over him and trying to pull Jolly's shirt off. Jolly laughed and patted Ricky's impatient hands.

"Good boys don't strip daddies without permission," he warns, easily slipping into his daddy dom role. Ricky seems to think about it for a second before working to unbutton Jolly's jeans while evil giggling. "Don't be a brat," Jolly warns and there is a glint in Ricky's blue eyes.

Ricky is impatient and definitely a brat. Jolly doesn't mind. He knows how to tame a naughty sub. He fixes his clothing, straightened his shirt out and when Ricky giggles and tries to mess with Jolly's clothes again he is stopped.

Jolly grabs the hair on Ricky's head near the scalp and uses it to pull Ricky's head back to look up at him. "No," Jolly warns and when Ricky reaches out again Jolly is quick to push him against a wall close to them and trap Ricky's wrists above his head instead of pulling his hair anymore. "If you want to be a bad boy, I'll have to punish you."

"How will you punish me? I bet I could take you," Ricky says, trying to pull his hands free but Jolly is stronger and bigger than him.

Jolly takes Ricky's wrists in one hand and yanks him towards the couch. He is quick to pull Ricky's pants and boxers down and then he sits and yanks Ricky down across his lap. "Bad boys need to be spanked so they don't talk back to daddy," he tells Ricky. Jolly raises his hand and brings it down against Ricky's bare ass with a loud clap and Ricky gasps. With each spank, his ass grows red but Jolly can feel Ricky hardening against his lap anyway. When he is done spanking Ricky he rubs the red flesh tenderly. "What do you say to daddy now?"

"Thank you daddy," Ricky says like a good boy and Jolly helps him sit right on Jolly's lap. "I'll be good for daddy now, I promise."

Jolly smirks because now that Ricky is sitting on his lap he can see Ricky's erection. "Are you already hard for me baby?" he asks before brushing a finger over Ricky's length and earning a little moan. "Do you want me to take care of you like I do for my other baby?" Jolly runs his fingers over the head of Ricky's cock and it earns him another little moan. He pulls Ricky's shirt over his head and tossed it aside so Ricky is now completely naked on his lap.

Ricky wraps his arms around Jolly's neck and gives him a little kiss. "Please take care of me," he whispers and then presses his face into the crook of Jolly's neck when Jolly spits on his palm and starts slowly stroking Ricky. After a few slow and gently strokes, Ricky gets impatient and puts his hand on Jolly's to urge Jolly to stroke him faster.

Jolly chuckles and pulls his hand away. "I guess someone is impatient." He picks Ricky up and kisses his jaw. "Where's your room?" Jolly carries him to where Ricky gestures and all but throws him down on the bed. "Don't touch yourself or move until I say so." Jolly strips out of his clothes and looks for lube.

He bends down and finds a box under the bed and when he pulls it out he laughs at all the toys and lube Ricky owns. When he looks back at the bed he frowns because Ricky is stroking his cock even though Jolly told him no.

Jolly grabs Ricky's hands and forces them above his head. "I told you to behave and you disobey me. Lucky I found all your toys so I can punish you properly. Do you want that?"

Ricky nods his head, his pupils blown with lust. "I'm such a bad boy, I'm sorry daddy. You can use any of my toys on me if you want to." He barely says it before Jolly ties Ricky's wrists together on the bed frame. Ricky is trying to be a good boy but he doesn't want to be because his dick is so hard and now as he lays there it leaks a little bit of precum against his stomach. When Jolly notices the precum he gathers it up with his fingers and rubs it over the head of Ricky's cock, earning a little mewl of desperate need.

Jolly chuckles again and sorts through the box until he pulls out lube and a rabbit vibrator. Ricky spreads his legs without being told like a good boy and Jolly pours some lube on his fingers. He massages it into Ricky's hole until he can fit in one finger and Ricky clenches his eyes closed. Jolly is very slow and thorough to stretch him out and it makes Ricky pant and whine like a puppy.

Jolly removes his fingers and Ricky's eyes open when he feels Jolly start to push the vibrator into him. He relaxes so it can go inside and he feels on edge as he waits for Jolly to turn it on. "No cumming until I say that you can," he warns Ricky before turning it on.

Ricky closes his eyes and breathes heavily and wants to cry out as he feels Jolly fuck him with the vibrator. He is trying so hard to be a good boy but he can feel his dick twitch against his stomach and the way precum is starting to leak more freely. He almost loses control when Jolly surprises him by licking up the precum and licking a stripe down Ricky's dick. When Ricky starts to get close to cumming, Jolly pulls the vibrator out and stops touching him so he can calm down from the edge without cumming.

Jolly edges Ricky like this several times until Ricky is crying and flinching away from Jolly's touch. He wants and needs to cum so bad but he also wants to prove that he can be a good boy.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Jolly finally asks, removing the vibrator again.

Ricky hears the sound of a condom opening and through his sobs he nods. "Please, I need to cum, please I can't do this more!"

"Do you deserve to cum for daddy?" Jolly asks and traces a finger over Ricky's cock only to laugh when it makes Ricky twitch away from him and cry more. "Daddy will make it all better," he promises while stroking his dick and letting Ricky calm down some more. Finally Jolly pushes himself into Ricky and he holds down Ricky's hips as he stays still to tease more.

"Please! Please I can't! I need to cum I can't anymore daddy, please!" cries Ricky and Jolly wraps a hand around Ricky's dick as he begins pumping into him.

"You can let go, baby," Jolly urges and Ricky arches his back and cums immediately all over Jolly's hand and his own stomach. "Good boy," Jolly praises as Ricky slumps down and Jolly pulls out of him even though he's still hard. He takes the condom off while Ricky catches his breath and quickly jacks himself off until he adds his cum all over Ricky's chest too. "Such a good boy," Jolly coos as Ricky tiredly scoops up a mix of his and Jolly's cum to taste.

Jolly chuckles at Ricky and puts the toys away before grabbing tissues and doing his best to clean Ricky up. He puts the tissues in the trash and then lays next to Ricky and strokes his cheek. "Such a good boy for me," he says and Ricky nods. "Take a nap and I will ordering us food."

The next morning when Jolly finally comes home he is greeted again by Noah. "You were gone forever!" Noah whines.

"Sorry kitten but daddy had a new puppy to attend to. Did you have fun with Davis when I was not home?"

Noah giggles and pecks Jolly's cheek. "A lot of fun, daddy thank you. Davis got me a new fun toy and he made me cum so many times."

Jolly smiles. "Good boy. Maybe I will bring my puppy sometime so you can play together. I need to shower." Jolly leaves Noah in the livingroom and smiles to himself. Now he has two little subs to play with.

#rec #excuse me maam.#maam. this is so good

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mcrco · 1 year

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#mickey milkovich

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mcrco · 1 year

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Hei og velkommen til min fanfic og gif blogg. Jeg heter Marco / Noah.

REQUESTS OPEN.

Check under readmore.

I currently write fic for these fandoms:

The Magicians

Shadow & Bone

Shameless

Vikings

Netflix Lucifer

Game of Thrones

Scream

I do not write incest, non-con, or minors shipped with adults. I also run an rp blog so I will be a little slow with requests.

#pinned

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mcrco · 1 year

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Kaz Brekker x unnamed character that uses she/her pronouns.

Fluff drabble. 681 words.

He catches himself thinking about her at random points during his day. Wondering to himself what she would feel like under his touch if he could just find a way to work through his trauma.

She laughs at something Jesper says, head thrown back and not a care in the world and Kaz can't keep his eyes off her. She's mesmerizing in all that she does and Kaz doesn't quite understand it because she's just a little too loud, a little too strange, and yet she's perfect the way that she is.

Her head turns and she catches his eye, returning his frown with a smile full of crooked bottom teeth and he almost smiles back. His head turns but his ears redden, the only sign of his real feelings.

When she takes too long to return from an errand he sent her on one night, he finds himself waiting up, heart racing with anxiety. She flits through his door long after midnight, somehow knowing he'd still be up and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"You worry too much," she says, placing down the item he'd sent her after. A job only she could do for him.

His eyes flit from the retrieved item and then to her, keeping eye contact for only a second. "I don't worry," he responds, ever playing the cold hearted role. His walls have been up for so long that he's forgotten he built them - a way to protect himself, a way to keep people at arm's length.

She lets out the start of a laugh, drawing his gaze back to her face. "I see you, Kaz Brekker," she says so softly, so seriously, that it makes his heart stutter with nerves. "I see how you watch me."

He thought he'd been better at hiding it from her. His head turns away and he shrugs. "You imagine things," he answers and then almost immediately berates himself internally. She's the last person that he wants to push away.

When he turns his head back in her direction, she's still there and she's grinning. It's like she knows him better than he knows himself and the look on her face says it all. It scares him and he can't quite pinpoint why or how, but it does. She leans towards him, mouth parted as if she has more to say and he pushes himself back, away from her.

Her mouth shuts instantly, expression changing to something he can't read and then she sighs. "Goodnight, Kaz," she says and the sound of her soft steps towards the door makes his heart ache.

"Wait," for once his mouth works faster than his brain, heart in control when he so rarely allows that. She stops, looking at him over her shoulder in silent question. He's quiet for too long, trying to find the words to say and for some reason she's patient. "Stay?" The word comes out before he can think about what it means.

He doesn't have to explain and somehow she gives him more than he could find the words to ask for.

That night she lays on one side of his bed, separated from him by a barrier of blankets, and sleeps. He doesn't have to explain why he's touch avoidant or how he can't just get over it for her in a night and she doesn't ask it of him.

He lays on his back, head turned to look at her, to watch her sleep. A sort of peace that he's never known settles over him like a blanket of security. Sleep washes over Kaz and when he wakes in the morning, she's gone but he isn't afraid.

Somehow he knows she'll be back the next night, even if he doesn't ask. She sees him, understands him even without him vocalizing what he wants. Eventually he'll work up to being able to touch her without the gloves on, to bringing his walls down around her.

She won't ask him to, won't try to force it. And he realises, that's all he's ever wanted from her anyway.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker fluff #six of crows fanfic

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Red String of Fate

repost from my old blog. After losing his wife in battle, Ivar is granted a look into a future life.

Ivar the Boneless, last born son of Ragnar Lothbrok sat upon his throne in the Great Hall of Kattegat. He was a mess, anyone could see it just by looking at him. From the way he chewed his nails to the quick and the way his eyes never lingered in one place - if he could bounce his leg with anxiety, he might have been doing it. What had reduced their great king to such a mess? It had been the loss of you.

During the first attack on Kattegat’s walls by his traitor brother, Hvitserk, who had sided with Bjorn, you had been struck down. He knew without a doubt that the Valkyrie had summoned you to Valhalla, for it had taken several arrows and then finally a knife in your throat to steal the life from you. You were a hero in Ivar’s eyes, a Goddess, even. But none of that could ease the pain that he had lost his wife and would surely soon lose his throne. His throne meant little in comparison to you, for without you, he was truly alone in this world.

He acquitted himself of his throne, hand on his crutch as he pushed up and off the wooden seat and proceeded to quickly limp towards his room. The marriage bed he had shared with you would now permanently remain cold without your warmth and once in the room, he would stare at it with vehemence. As if it was the beds fault you were dead and not Bjorn’s.

Letting the crutch clatter to the floor, Ivar rests his face in his hands to allow himself a moment to cry, to feel pitiful for himself and all that he had lost. Amidst a sob that breaks free of his lips, a bright light scatters across the room without source. It’s enough of a surprise to shake him free of his sorrow and fill him with curiosity - a curiosity that blooms into hope when he makes out your silhouette within the light. With desperate hands he grabs his crutch and walks quickly towards the light, towards you.

You had met Ivar Lothbrok by pure chance. A silly, almost cheesy movie like run-in at the grocery store. Both of you had reached for the same mango, hands touching before you each pulled back and laughed awkwardly. Names were exchanged and it had felt like you knew each other for a lifetime. What blossomed that day became a full-blown relationship and one year later, you now lived together in a cozy little apartment.

Ivar was sweet on you, but easily jealous though he tried not to be and really, it was the thought that counted. You knew his jealousy was out of love and perhaps even a little bit of his own self-consciousness. Ivar was wheelchair bound most days and sometimes it made him feel ashamed. While he understood that his disability didn’t make him any less worthy or that you loved him any less, growing up he had still suffered the cruelty of children and adults who should have known better, but didn’t. Their careless words or disgusting and abliest jabs sometimes ate at him and you knew it. So you let him be jealous without getting angry about it and often all it took to soothe him was a kiss and a reminder that you were his.

He was in the living room now, watching a movie, a documentary of some sort that you had lost interest in fairly quickly. You had left his side - despite his whining for you to stay and cuddle - to go into the kitchen and make dinner. It was the only excuse you had to flee his boring movie choice and as you left, he had smacked your ass playfully, bringing laughter to your lips and a red tint to your cheeks.

Standing in front of the open fridge to grab ingredients, you hear a strange noise behind you and a flash of light. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Ivar. Though he now wears something completely different and his long hair is braided back. It takes you a moment to realise that you don’t recognize this outfit he’s in, it’s not something you have ever seen in his wardrobe before.

He looks at you like he’s seen a ghost or a miracle or some combination of the two and before you can ask him questions about the attire and the light and so many other things, he throws his crutch to the ground and launches himself fully into your arms so that you’re the only thing keeping him standing. Under his weight you crumble to the cold, tiled floors and you feel his shoulders shake as he cries.

He pulls out of your arms to sit in your lap, not something he’s ever done before and when he presses his forehead against yours, you see that he’s still crying. Lifting your hands up, you wipe the tears from his blue eyes, concern filling you and your chest constricts with fear that perhaps he’s hurt himself and that the tears are from pain.

He says something, over and over in a language you don’t quite understand. It’s not quite Norwegian, though there are words here and there that you think you recognize. You know Ivar is Norwegian, that it’s his first language and you’ve been trying to learn to speak it for him but these words are almost alien.

“Ivar, what’s wrong?” You press kisses to his tear-stained cheeks and at the sound of your voice, he pulls away, brows furrowing before he asks you what sounds like a question in that strange language.

“What was the crashing noise? Are you okay?” You look up at the doorway to your kitchen at the same time the Ivar in your arms does. There is silence as everyone tries to understand what’s going on.

There is an Ivar in your lap who clearly doesn’t speak English and there is a second Ivar standing in the doorway. You wonder if you’ve gone mad and then the thought hits you that you do not know this beautiful stranger that you were so close to. You look to your lover for a rescue before hiding your embarrassment behind your hands.

Amongst the confusion the Ivar in your lap grabs his forlorn crutch and manages to stand up and you follow suit only for your Ivar to grab you away from him and pull you tight against his side protectively.

“What the fuck is going on?” He asks, looking between you and his lookalike but all you can do is shrug and bite your lip, worrying it between your teeth because you had been kissing the face of a stranger. A handsome stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

The new Ivar says a flurry of things that you don’t understand and reaches out his free hand to grab at you, as if he too wishes to hold you protectively from his other self.

Your Ivar speaks rapid fire Norwegian and the other Ivar replies only for them both to look confused. “He’s speaking Old Norse,” declares your Ivar, looking more and more perplexed by the moment.

Taking out your phone you do a quick search of the web. Icelandic is the closest thing to Old Norse that still exists and so through the wonders of Google, you’re able to somewhat communicate with this strange, new Ivar.

He tells you that he is Ivar the Boneless and he boasts proudly of his many feats in battle before his voice softens and he explains that you are, or perhaps at least in another life was, his wife. The explanation leaves you all with more questions than answers for none of you can explain how he came to be here or why and the news that you were his wife in that life and the way he looks at you has your Ivar pulling you even closer.

When this new Ivar sees this, he makes a quick grab at you and in a matter of moments, you have two large Norwegian men on the floor, wrestling each other out of jealousy. It doesn’t take you much effort to wedge between them, kissing your Ivar until he calms down. Unfortunately that only enrages the new Ivar and before he can make another attempt at your boyfriend’s life, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, an action you were usually not so bold to make. It was strange, but this wasn’t your Ivar, so you felt a little shy around him, it made you want to hide but at the same time you could never be afraid of Ivar, no matter what form or life he came from.

“We’re going to have to make the best of this,” you announce as they both grumble and glare at each other. You sigh and lean into your boyfriend, pressing your face into his shirt and he softens.

The other Ivar reaches out, hand on your back gently and you look up at him and bite your lip once more. Is it selfish to say that you wouldn’t be against having two of them? The thought of them sharing you makes your face burn bright and you hide it back against your boyfriend who huffs, clearly making an accurate guess at your thoughts.

This new Ivar seems confused. The wife that he knew was fearless, she was not as shy or soft as you were. She was a fierce shield-maiden that charged into battle and was surely blessed by the Gods for her beauty and bravery. He had watched her face armies, cutting down enemies as if the fight thrilled her to no end. And in fact, it did. Nothing had gotten his wife’s blood going like a battle and the sex that came afterwards was the best. It was the one time that she would take charge. She told him once while covered in blood that she would ride him like a wild mustang and that he would not cum until she was satisfied.

He steps back as it truly sinks in how you were not his. That you were different. But he sees the way you cling to this reincarnation of him and his heart swells to know that you were destined to find your way back to him one day.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the Gods let him have this odd glimpse into the future - reassurance that he would reincarnate and be born anew like many would be in Ragnarok, that the Aesir meant to bring him back to you one day. His goodbye to you in his time was not permanent.

The two Ivars share a look, quietly and wordlessly communicating to each other a promise to protect and cherish you and as you lift your face to stop hiding and look at the new Ivar, he gives you a warm smile and then fades away. As if he were nothing more than a dream.

You reach out to the empty air where he had stood moments ago and then turn to face your Ivar. It was strangely reassuring to know that you had found your way to him over and over again throughout many lifetimes, that he was as bound to you by the red string of fate as you were to him.

“I guess finding out that we were married before ruins the surprise that I was nervous to ask you to marry me now.” From his pocket he pulls out a ring and you laugh. This was surely going to be the most unique and exciting engagement story in all of history.

“Yes. I’ll always say yes, no matter what life we’re living, Ivar.”

Sitting on the back of a cart as those who remained loyal to him help him escape Kattegat, Ivar thinks about the future. Not a few years from now but rather a few lifetimes. He would be reunited with you one day, the Aesir proved it would be so. That knowledge would sustain him, keep him going through this life. Even in death you were not lost to him, you never were. One day you two would find your way back to each other and perhaps you would continue to find each other again and again, until the Earth finally sank into the sea and true Ragnarok happened.

The Norns had woven your fates together and that was all he needed to keep going, to not give up hope. Your love was neverending.

#ivar the boneless x you #ivar ragnarson x you

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