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DOMINATE THE GAME
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Female Reader
CW: 18+ MNDI, Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]
The National Women’s Soccer League Anti-Harassment Policy: This policy prohibits the use of coercion, force, intimidation, or Power Imbalance to pursue sexual contact or an intimate relationship of any sort.
The story includes: oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, mentions of contraceptives. If I missed anything please let me know💜
This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.
A/N: Huge shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for helping me with this fic, holding my hand every step of the way as I venture into new waters. Coach Davis caused a bit of a frenzy in my server and well here we are. Also, check out her coach au, Underdog 🥎
word count: 2.5k
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It’s your third lap around the track and you see him talking with your coach on the sidelines. Coach Davis is back for his third week of observation. Whatever that means. He hasn’t said a single word to you or the other players. You barely remember his voice since he only whispers from the sidelines at your coach and has only addressed the team to introduce himself on the first day. Not even a “congratulations” when we won our last game last week.
Nothing.
You huff as you pass the pair slowing your pace just enough to roll your eyes at Coach Davis in his stupid sunglasses, boring varsity hoodie-from a rival college no less, and his fucking lame ass dad baseball cap.
“You’re going to regret that.” Suddenly the air expels from your lungs, leaving you wheezing and coughing. Easing your pace to a steady jog, you gather your breath as you close the distance between you and your best friend Kate.
“You ok? I saw you having a fit over there after you passed Coach Davis.” This time you fake a coughing fit to cover up the burning in your cheeks and the strange feeling in your stomach as his name rolls around in your brain like a terrible game of racquetball.
“Yeah, fine,” you say between forced coughs before ending your charade by clearing your throat and then spitting into the grass field beside you.
“Yeah, ok whatever you say,” your best friend rolls her eyes as you grin back at her. Just then, Coach Chris blows his whistle and you and Kate pick up the pace, joining the team at the benches. Folding your arms to match him, you narrow your eyes at the to-be-assistant coach.
“Coach Davis will be leading practice today as I have a club meeting right now. He will take good care of you, I have faith in him. Remember we have an away game Saturday morning, be at the field at 7 am for warm up before we commute.”
“Yes Coach,” we all respond in unison. Coach Chris nods at you knowingly, the captain of the team, before sauntering off the track.
“We are going to do things a little differently today,” his voice is low and soft as he scans over the team but you can feel his intense gaze land on yours through his tinted sunglasses. He speaks straight into your soul “You all have great potential, I want to see it. I want to feel it!”
Your heart jumps into your throat as you wait for what comes next. Coach Davis drags the whistle from around his neck to press against his plump lips. Instantly, your mouth goes dry, and something strange stirs in your belly as you stare just a moment longer. You don’t hear the tinging of the whistle, lost in thought about what his lips would feel like pressed against yours.
Transfixed, you don’t recognize the flurry of bodies surrounding you until you hear your name being screamed into your ear. “Hello!? Don’t make me repeat myself!” Coach Davis towers over you glaring, “Get out onto the field, now!” You bow your head slightly, balling your hands into fists as you swallow down the humiliation. Your stomach bubbles with rage and your shoulders tense. You've been playing soccer since you were 6 and this prick dares to tell you how to play.
“Yes, Coach,” you say through gritted teeth, jogging to Kate but she isn't in her usual spot. Fucking Bastard. He has us set up for the ‘Drill from Hell’ as we call it. We never do it with Coach Chris because it just doesn't work for our team.
“I see some concerned eyes and whispers. If you don't like the way I coach you can get the FUCK OFF MY FIELD!”
My Field. Your knuckles turn white as you grind your teeth. No one breathes. No one moves a muscle. The only sound is the high-pitched shrill of the whistle.
We run this drill three more times before Jessie faints, abruptly ending the practice. “She'll be fine. Sydney get her water and a protein bar.” Coach nonchalantly before stalking off the field.
What the fuck.
When you make your way to check on Jessie, she's alert and drinking water. “How are you?” You ask, looking between her and Sydney. Syd looks rattled and Jessie has some color back into her face.
“Yeah, I'll be ok. There was a party last night-”
“Alright, I get it,” you raise your hand cutting her off before giving Syd a sympathetic smile. When Jessie gets this way, Coach Chris just lets her sit out of practice. But this practice was far from normal. You follow Jess and Syd into the locker room to find it deserted. Figures Kate would bail.
Sighing, you open your locker to check your phone. You get a poor excuse from Kate as to why she abandoned you and as you sling your bag over your shoulder your phone chimes. Your jaw drops to the floor. It's Coach Davis, but in a tight white tank top and his short hair slicked back. He's covered in tattoos. Mother fuck.
<Kate: God, he's hot
I can't do this right now. You slam the locker shut and collapse against it. Groaning, you screw your eyes shut tight and pinch the bridge of your nose in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. You hope you never see Coach Davis again. Who died and made him God, like the fuck. Has he even coached a day in his life?
You push off the locker and say goodbye to Jessie and Syndey before heading out the door. Somehow you find yourself at Coach Chris' office just a few doors away from the locker room. Your hand hovers over the doorknob as your brain battles between running away and giving Coach Davis a mouthful, you are the captain of the team after all, and Coach Chris has supported you since day one.
“Coach I need to-” Your hasty demand dies instantly and your feet turn into cement when you spot Coach Davis doing push-ups in front of Coach Chris’ desk.
“99, 100!” Coach Davis grunts as he jumps up from the ground when he turns to face you, all of your pent-up tenacity and wit plummets to your stomach. “I knew you’d come,” Coach Davis smirks as he wipes himself off with a towel. His glistening muscles flex with every minute movement. How could something so simple be so arousing?
“I- uh,” your brain short circuits as you track his flexing back muscles when he turns to throw the used towel into the corner of the room. He leans back against the coach’s desk and crosses his legs at the ankles, folding his arms around his chest.
“Spit it out already,” he barks. You try to swallow down the words you know will get you in trouble, but the lump in your throat gets in the way. His annoyed gaze spikes your anxiety. It’s all too much- his deep voice and damp hair sticking to the side of his face….
Wait, is that a scar from a dermal piercing? Fuck me.
The words tumble from your parted lips before you can shove them away and bury the thoughts of a pierced and tatted Coach Davis.
“Fuck me-” Before the last syllable echoes through the silent room, your eyes go wide and your hands instantly cover your mouth as you begin to retreat. Your eyes go wide when your back hits the wall with a thud. Your shoulders tense and breathing shallows as you wait for your harsh discipline. His features stay neutral except for a small curl of his pouty lip. Did he just smile?
“I’msosorrycoach-” you stammer out an apology when he pushes himself from the desk. Your heartbeat skyrockets as he takes a step closer to you. “I should go.”
Your cheeks flame red as you turn to leave. Your hand is just about to make contact with the doorknob when you find yourself being harshly spun around. Slamming to a solid chest, all of the air expels from your lungs, leaving you stunned and breathless. He doesn’t give you time to adjust your stance before pushing you against the wall, leaning over to lock the door and close the blinds before caging you in his toned tattooed arms.
“Come on now, where’s the fight?” Your blood boils as a smug smirk spreads across his face. “You are the captain of the team? Aren’t you?” He sneers, flashing his canines right in your face.
I want to wipe that smug smile off of his face, your thoughts turn dark. You know he is your superior and you’d lose your scholarship in an instant if someone found out. But there’s something about this moment, it’s exhilarating and you think he wants it too.
Coach Davis leans in to inhale your scent before stepping back. You force your expression neutral as he casually cracks his neck before clearing his throat. “Let’s try this again,” he huffs. “You are the captain of the team? Aren’t you?” He all but screams in your face.
“Yes, Coach.” Your usual confidence springs back into your voice as you stare intensely back at him. If he wants to play, then game fucking on.
“Then lead!” His voice booms loud in your ears as he closes the distance. You suck in a breath as he leans down at nips at your earlobe.
“Lead. Me.” He bites out through clenched teeth.
Lead me. He wants me to do what?!
Then it hits you like a freight train; him- his pheromones mixed with a bite of bergamot that is softened by vanilla. When you take another breath to calm your mind, your system is bombarded by him. The ache between your thighs is answer enough.
“Don’t make me-”
“Kiss me!” Before you have a chance to take it back and ruminate on the consequences of your actions, large hands clasp around your face in a vice grip as full lips crash into yours. At first, your body tenses to his touch, but when he moans into your open mouth, you melt like putty in his hands. It’s all tongue and teeth as you both fight for air, fight for dominance- and this time you aren’t giving up so easily. You shove him in the chest breaking your heated kiss and you laugh at his shocked expression.
“Fiesty little on-”
“Pants off. Now,” you demand.
In an instant, his pants and boxers are pooling at his ankles, his hard cock springing to life. Goddamn, he’s covered in tattoos. Your pussy flutters around nothing as you bite down on your lip hard, tasting copper.
“I wanna hear you,” you say cooly as you sink onto your knees. You spit on your hands before wrapping them around the base of his shaft, jerking him a few times. Peering up at him through your thick lashes you add, “I wanna feel you come undone.”
Coach Davis groans as you take him in your mouth. You dig your nails into his thick thigh muscles earning a hiss and a curse as you take him deeper until you gag. Wrapping your hands around the rest of him, you hollow your cheeks sucking him harder. Bobbing your head up and down, he curses your name. You know he’s close so you double your efforts. Suddenly, pain shoots through your scalp as fingers grip your hair pulling you off him.
“As much…” Coach Davis pants. “I want you to keep going, I-” Coach Davis grips the back of your neck pulling you up to him. He latches his lips to yours, all-consuming. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you snake your hands under his shirt, using your fingernails to claw at his back.
“Fuck,” he groans against your lips. Coach Davis leans back to drag his hands over the desk knocking papers and folders to the ground before gripping you by the hips and hoisting you onto the edge of the desk. You squeal when your feet lift from the ground but it instantly melts into a moan when he spreads your legs apart and slides your panties to the slide before shoving a slender finger inside your slick walls.
“That all you got Coach?!… oh fuck!” he sinks another finger in without warning. He finger fucks you until your legs start to tremble and then he pulls out.
“I’m on the pill!” you blurt out as you watch him line up his red angry cock against your entrance. “I’m clean too, I just got tested last week.” You don’t know why you tell him this as your heart pounds in your chest. Maybe it’s to help calm your nerves or to urge him on. His eyes turn dark at your confession.
“Good. Girl.” He punctuates each word with a shove of his thick member.
The little support your propped-up elbows give out almost instantly as he drills into rough and relentless. You lay back and shut your eyes, giving into the sensations as the coil in your core winds up tighter. A loud groan rumbles from your throat and suddenly a hand clamps over your lips.
“Only quiet girls get to come, got it?” Your breathing becomes labored but you manage to move your head slightly in understanding.
Coach Davis grips your hips tighter, skin slapping, bringing you closer to the edge when he hits the spongy sweet spot. Instantly, your fingernails find purchase on his tattoos forearms.
“Oh my god, you’re close, aren’t you…God you feel so good… come on, let go and co-”
All of a sudden the doorknob giggles. “Fuck,” Coach Davis curses under his breath as he pulls out of you. “Under the desk, quick.” You dive under the desk just as his footsteps cross the room.
“Coach Cerulli,” there’s a rasp in Coach Davis’ voice when he answers the door.
“I was ju-” There’s a pause when Coach Chris clears his throat. “Never mind, I’ll…uh come back later.”
“What do yo-” is the last thing you hear before the door shuts, leaving you alone in Coach Chris’ office.
A few heartbeats pass and you muster the courage to leave. You stroll from Coach Chris's office, looking both ways down the hall to ensure you aren't caught. Walking down the hall with a stupid grin on your face you stop in your tracks when a pair of angry voices carries to your ears, echoing off the walls of the empty hall.
“I’m not stupid, Davis, your ruffled clothes, the papers on the floor… for fucks sake.” Coach Chris's voice is stern and loud. “You need to end this now before it gets out of control.” You hear the shuffling of feet and incoherent grumbles.
“What did you say?” Coach Davis asks.
Chris sighs, “There was this player on a softball team I coached..” his voice trembles a little bit. You cover your mouth turning on your heel quickly to head down the opposite hall.
Back at your off-campus apartment, you scroll through your texts to find that Kate will be out late despite an early game tomorrow. Relief floods your system as you plop down on your bed, knowing you won’t be faced with an unwanted interrogation. You are about to put your phone on dnd for the night when a text from an unknown number pops up. Your stomach tightens, he got the note you left in the mess of papers on the floor… but what if it’s not Coach Davis?
<Since I got you nice and warmed up, ready for practice?
Coach Davis?>
<Of course, my good girl
How can I be sure?>
<Would Coach Cerulli send you this?
Your mouth drops to the floor at the picture, the size of him. Arousal heats your core as the memory of him and your unfinished business.
Fuck it.
Yes, Coach, I’m ready for practice.>
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Harder • Folio
Pairing: Nick Folio x Fem!Reader
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: Smut (18+, male!receiving, female!receiving), choking, slight exhibitionism?kinda, mentions of drinking, derogatory terms used (whore).
Prompt: you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.
Author note: I enjoyed writing this way too much oh my god. I hope you enjoy it too <3
THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!
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Well, you know what they say, drummers hit it harder.
“I am so fucking excited!” Ruffilo exclaimed, tossing the last bag into the minivan. You and the boys were going on your last camping trip of the year, and it was bittersweet.
Initially, the trip was just supposed to be the two of you; but Ruffilo was persistent that the rest of the band tagged along, as well as Matt and Bryan.
Folio loved taking you out on his bike to go camping, fishing, and hiking; but his absolute favourite part was the great sex you two shared camping. Something about being away from home made it that much more exciting. His least favourite, was now his bandmates were going to be there.
“Yeah, me too,” Nick muttered through gritted teeth, giving a tight smile as he placed his helmet over his head, zipping up his leather jacket.
“Oh c’mon,” You sat behind him on the bike, geared up for the ride, wrapping your arms around him as your chest pressed into his back, “We’ll still have tons of fun.”
Nick shifted in his seat, “Is that a threat or a promise?”
You smiled cheekily, despite him not being able to see since the helmet covered your face, “both?”
He hummed in response, before turning the bike on and preparing to leave.
That evening after setting up, everyone was sitting happily around the fire, drinking beer and roasting hotdogs- the classic camping combo. Everyone laughed as they exchanged stories, Noah and Jolly reminiscing about funny memories during the tour they had just finished.
“And-” Bryan said through a broken laugh, “Remember when you just fuckin’ dive-bombed off the stairs?” He doubled over laughing, almost spilling his drink as he leaned into Noah, the two giggling.
You smiled at the exchange, arms folded over your chest as you sat comfortably in your camping chair, before glancing over at Nick. He watched the fire intensely, eyes glazed over in thought, face neutral yet disappointed. You knew he was upset that this trip wasn’t just the two of you, especially because he would be getting ready to leave for tour again in a few weeks; and this was one of your last fun events planned.
You wanted to cheer him up a bit and had the perfect idea.
Reaching over you ran your fingers through his hair, “I’m going to bed,” you said, eyes lingering on his for a moment to see if he understood what you meant.
Nick’s eyes flashed with excitement as he shifted in his seat, giving you a curt nod.
You stood up, stretching your arms before folding up your chair and staring at the group ahead of you. The flame danced in the middle, illuminating the shadows of the boys’ faces, who stared at you sadly.
“Packing it up now?” Jolly frowned, opening another can of beer.
You nodded, “I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to get some sleep.”
You eyed Nick one more time, his gaze catching yours before wandering to the tent.
“I’m going to make sure she’s ok, I’ll be back.” Nick nodded at your friends before following you into the tent, zipping it up behind him.
You sat on top of your sleeping bag, motioning for him to lay next to you. Nick obliged, immediately scooping your waist between his fingers, gripping your side as he yanked your body towards his. You grabbed his face, pulling him up to kiss you, and his lips attached to yours hungrily.
Nick’s voice was hoarse as took a breath, “The boys-”
“I don’t care,” you said, and Nick moaned as you kissed him again roughly, “I need you, Nick.”
“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” Nick chuckled lowly, kicking off his sneakers hastily, before lying down.
You crawled on top of the man, his dark ember eyes devouring you as you stripped your clothes, remaining only in your underwear, straddling his lap. Nick’s hands gripped your thighs roughly as you began rolling your core into his, and he hardened below you.
Adjusting yourself you sat on his thigh, the fabric from his jeans rough as you began to grind against his body, riding along him. A red hue fell onto Nick’s nose as he smiled, admiring how heavenly you looked as you pleasured yourself against him.
All for him.
Nick peeled off his shirt while you played with the buckle of his jeans, undoing the zipper and springing his erection free.
Licking your lips you watched as his mouth opened slightly, soft puffs of air escaping as you spit on your hand, letting the saliva drag off your tongue onto himself, sliding your hand up and down his desire. Nick watched in awe as you worked on him, pumping up and down with a gentle roll of your wrist; his eyes unsure whether he wanted to stare at your hand, bouncing chest, or your face, eyes radiating with lust for him.
He licked his lips, whispering a soft plea, and you knew he was begging for your mouth wrapped around him. You obliged, sliding down his leg before licking up his length, smiling as he shuddered below you, precum dripping from the tip as his body prepared for yours.
“Fuck you are so hot Y/N,” he mumbled, hands grabbing each side of your head as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you against him forcefully. You loved it when Nick thrust into your mouth with need, causing you to gag against him. He fucked into your mouth, hips shooting up strenuously with an innate craving, needing you to take all of him.
You choked against Nick’s body, a deep guttural groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he held the bottom of himself, slapping the tip against your cheek before sliding back inside your mouth. Your scalp burned as he held your hair taught.
You moaned along him before pulling away, your chest heaving with heavy pants.
Nick stripped off his remaining clothes, before sitting up and unclasping your bra, taking your chest into his hungry mouth, sucking on the skin. He kissed up your Neck, biting and licking against the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing a gasp to leave as your hands raked up his back. Your nails trailed along his skin, dancing back to the top of his head, running them through his chestnut locks as he hooked your panties, pulling them down your legs. The voices of your friends outside the tent became white noise as you watched Nick’s eyes worship you.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” Nick growled into your ear, the warmth of his breath contrasting the crisp air within the tent, causing your body to shiver. Nick wanted nothing more than to ram himself into you, bruising your skin and giving you everything he had; but the shame of his friends hearing halted his actions. He loved taking you from behind, clawing at your hips as he bred into you eagerly with thirst. He would have to wait till he got home to completely rail you into your bed, listening to you scream a slurry of profanities mixed with his name.
You moaned at his confession, biting his jaw gently and affectionately before pushing him back into the air mattress, having him look up at you with greed.
“You’ll make me scream if you fuck me, you’re always so rough,” You whispered heavily.
“Then keep riding my thigh until you come, like the good little whore you are,” Nick praised, and you nodded greedily. You rolled your hips into him again, sliding along him, your slick gliding you with ease. Your free hand began jerking Nick off and he threw his head back at the sight, completely overwhelmed with infatuation.
Nick wanted to touch your body, one of his hands wrapped around your throat. He groaned, squeezing gently, but hard enough that your vision danced into a darkened satisfaction.
“You like it when I choke you?” He said, dirty words sliding off of his tongue as his free hand made it to your core, flicking roughly at your pleasure. A loud moan slipped from your lips as your body shook, your senses heightened through Nick’s possessive grip, and he squeezed tightly for a moment.
He hushed you, staring with eyes dilated with fervour, “They’ll hear us if you’re not quiet.”
“Fuck,” you said sharply, completely indulged in his touch. Your eyebrows furrowed and Nick watched you through hooded eyes, hips thrusting into your hand as you pumped him.
Nick’s lip found its way between his teeth, “Look at me Y/N,” and you purred, staring into his eyes with his hands wrapped around your neck, holding you in place while you ruled each other.
Your body clenched as Nick’s fingers continuously brushed over your desire, sliding along his thigh over and over until your abdomen began to clench, eyes trying to remain fixated on the man who possessed you below.
“I-” you whimpered, trying to be quiet as your legs began shaking, back hunching over as you folded into Nick’s hand; but his grip on your throat held you up, resisting your need to push away from him.
“Shit!” You gasped, your body letting go as your orgasm consumed you, but you remained gripping onto Nick, sliding your hand along him.
Nick’s mouth fell open as he watched you come undone, a sly smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as he eyed you with admiration. He loved when you came for him, from him.
“Fuck Y/N, mouth, now,” Nick demanded, and you sucked along him again. His fingers dug into your thighs as he clenched through his orgasm, a strain of continuous deep groans escaping his body. Nick was unable to contain his sounds as you drank in all of him, ropes of his release coating your throat. He pushed into your mouth and you gagged, but he held you firmly in place with his hand, pushing your head into him.
“Good girls swallow, everything,” He said through deep breaths, your stomach erupting with motive as you drank all of his surrender.
You sat up, smiling down at him as you wiped your lips. Nick panted, giving you a knee-weakening grin before closing his eyes, and catching his breath.
“Not feeling well, huh?” You heard from outside the tent. Nick’s wide eyes snapped to yours in horror as you covered your mouth in embarrassment, the two of you hiding your ashamed laughter.
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Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!Reader
Content warnings: 18+!, oral (female receiving), fingering, edging, unprotected (p in v) sex
A/N: Writing something for Nicholas that isn’t angst or heart break??? What is this???? Anyways, consider this a thank you for following and enjoying my stupid little stories <3! It means a lot, more than I think any of you would know.
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Back against the wall, hand tangled in his thick raven colored hair, arousal coating your inner thighs. All Nicholas had done was kiss you with the passion of a man starved, like he hadn’t had a meal in centuries. You supposed he was starved in a way. It’d been a long, lonely month for you both. Sexts and video calls only temporarily extinguished the fire burning you alive.
His lips ghosted across your thighs, peppering the soft skin in delicate, featherlight kisses. You arched into his touch and he pressed your hips back, holding them firmly against the wall.
“Be good and stay still,” Nicholas rasped, his hot breath warming your already fiery skin more. “Let me take care of you.”
His mesmerizing seafoam eyes locked on yours as he dipped his tongue between your folds. Your head lulled against the wall, a breathless moan escaping your lungs. Nicholas dug his fingers into your hips then slid one of his hands down your thigh, kneading it tenderly while he coaxed your legs further apart. He groaned softly and shifted closer, burying his tongue and nose in your cunt.
You stayed as still as you could and let him work, happily enjoying the pleasure consuming you. Gently, you scratched his scalp. The quiet moan he made rippled through you. Nicholas hiked your leg over his shoulder. He latched his mouth to your clit, then plunged his middle finger deep inside you. Each slow pump drew airy gasps from you.
“You’re not being loud enough, love,” he curled his finger, firmly pressing your spot.
Nicholas kept applying different pressures until he finally got what he wanted: a choked, high pitched moan. He smiled proudly.
“There she is.” He praised, placing a soft kiss on your hip. “I missed that sound so much.”
He inserted his ring finger and curled them both, giving him another delighted sound. You wiggled your hips, no longer able to hold still. Nicholas lined the crease of your thigh in sharp, stinging bites, silently scolding you for disobeying. It only made you writhe more.
Tension built in your gut and your legs started to tremble. Nicholas could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched his fingers. He closed his mouth back over your clit. The flick of his tongue paired with his meticulous fingers pulled you closer to the edge.
“Nick,” his name fell from your lips in a hushed whisper.
As you were about to reach your peak, Nicholas stopped his movements, leaving you whimpering and to chase your high alone. He pushed your hips against the wall once more and littered your abdomen with kisses. His mouth was coated with your slick and spit. You squirmed under his lips, desperately seeking his touch.
He huffed a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, my darling. I’ll give you what you need.”
Slowly, he licked a trail of wet kisses up your stomach, the saliva left behind cooling your still burning skin. He took one of your breasts in his mouth and gently squeezed the other. His teeth grazed your nipple while he pinched the other. Every nerve in your body buzzed. You clutched his waist and threaded fingers through his hair.
Nicholas nibbled ferociously up your neck, suddenly not able to get enough of your flesh between his teeth and lips. You tugged his hair. He groaned into your neck. His hand slid down your stomach and between your bodies, stopping at your clit. He rubbed teasing, lazy circles.
It was agonizing having him toy with you. A whole month without his soft lips and calloused hands on every inch of your skin. Thirty days of craving his large cock buried deep. You could feel how hard he was. He had to be aching.
“Nick, please.” You begged.
He palmed your pussy, teasing you more before slipping his fingers back inside.
“Not yet. I want you even wetter.”
You weren’t sure how much wetter you could get. You could certainly feel your slick coating your thighs and hear the obscene sound of his slow pumps. Your protest caught in your throat when Nicholas brushed his fingers over your spot again. The ball of his palm gently rubbed against your clit as he continued to caress the spongy and you all but screamed, nearly coming undone right then.
Nicholas swore under his breath. He gave you a moment to catch your breath, then repeated his actions. Your mind went blank. You couldn’t form a coherent thought if you tried. Your jaw slacked as you felt another orgasm building. You chased helplessly after the high, hoping to reach it before Nicholas denied you again—but he moved quicker, pulling away from you just before you toppled over the ledge.
Frustrated and desperate, you yanked him into a passionate kiss. It caught him off guard, but he smiled into the kiss. Your arousal lingered on his lips. His tongue slipped between your teeth and melded with yours. He grabbed his dick and ran his tip along your slit. You pushed your hips down, eager to finally get him inside.
Nicholas broke the kiss and cupped your cheek. His pupils were blown so wide, you could hardly see the enchanting color of his irises. He lined his tip with your entrance then softly captured your lips as he slowly eased his cock all the way inside your drenched pussy. You both sighed at the sensation, feeling whole and closer than ever.
“I missed you,” Nicholas whispered, lips ghosting over yours.
His thrusts were languid, almost lazy, but so fulfilling and deep. He wanted to feel every millimeter of you. He pressed your foreheads together and you carded your fingers through his hair. Love poured from his eyes, washing over you in waves. Warm breath fanned over your mouth as Nicholas pecked your lips over and over.
He reached for your thigh, and hiked your leg up, helping you hook it around his lower back. His cock sunk deeper. A low moan rumbled in your chest. You almost forgot how full he made you feel. Nicholas’ free hand rubbed gentle circles to your clit.
You arched off the wall but were quickly pushed back by Nicholas’ harsh thrust.
“You’re not being very cooperative tonight, love,” he nipped your chin. “Behave or I’ll leave you here unsatisfied and dripping.”
The words were a thinly veiled threat. You knew he had no intention of keeping that promise. Nicholas needed this just as badly as you. His strong grip on your thigh and his heavy breathing told you that.
Nicholas buried his face in your neck, covering what skin he could in delicate kisses and quickened his pace. He was struggling to keep himself under control. Slow and tender wasn’t doing much for either of you other than prolonging the releases you both craved.
“You can let go, Nick.” You breathed. “Let go for me, please.”
Your back inched up the wall as he thrust harder into you, pussy clenching him tightly. A string of breathless moans fluttered past your lips. His nails dug into your thigh and the fingers at your clit worked faster. He shifted slightly, and the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot. You wailed loudly, trying to press him closer. He was already so deep inside you, giving you every last inch of his cock, but still you wanted more.
Nicholas throbbed with every mindless, erotic sound you made. He was getting close. Soft grunts tumbled from his mouth, adding fuel to the fire of your own burning climax. His lips brushed along your shoulder to your neck, breath hot against your skin.
“Lovey, look at me,” he rasped in your ear, “let me see you fall apart.”
He brought his face to yours, forcing you to look at him. Your half lidded and dazed eyes stared back at him. Nicholas smiled kindly then captured your lips in a gentle, passion filled kiss.
“You’re so pretty, lovey.”
The soft name and his own blissed out, love drunk expression stoked the fire in your loins, coaxing the flames to spread through your veins and engulf you. Your breathing deepened and faltered. Pleasure contorted your face as you struggled to keep your gaze fixed on Nicholas. The heat between your bodies burned you alive and was too much to bear.
Your hands fell from his hair and clutched at his back, raking your nails across his sweat slicked skin, overcome with intense elation. He hissed lowly. An obscene, primal shout burst from your throat, sending a shockwave through your body as erotic euphoria blazed its path and released the pressure that had been bubbling for what felt like hours. It felt like air had been knocked out of you.
Desperately, you clung to Nicholas, thankful for his stability and the wall behind you. You couldn’t stop your spasming if you tried. Nicholas murmured sweet praises and gratitudes, but you couldn’t decipher his words. You were solely focused on the slick, wet sound and feel of him fucking your cunt. When he removed his hand from your over sensitive clit, you sighed in relief.
With a final, powerful thrust, Nicholas’ resolve broke. He gripped your hip and leg harshly, digging his nails so deep in your skin, you’re sure there would be scratch marks. His whimpering was quiet as he spilled his seed deep, making sure you milked him for all he was worth. You could feel his legs shaking from the force of his own orgasm.
Sufficiently drained and spent, he gently placed your leg back on the ground. You grimaced at the movement. Nicholas rubbed soothing circles on your hip joint. He cupped your face with his free hand and pressed your foreheads together. You licked his bottom into a slow, heartfelt and satisfied kiss, your arousal still subtly lingering on his breath.
“Welcome home, lovey.” you whispered.
He chuckled lightly.
“Thank you.”
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I recieved 2 requests for enemies to lovers between Matt and Reader.
tags: enemies to lovers, mentions of male masturbation, implied degradation kink.
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“I do not need an assistant,” came the same complaint that Matt had already given the rest of the band multiple times over the course of the last week.
Unfortunately, Matt did need an assistant, so much so that he had been complaining about it for months. The bigger the band got, the more responsibilities hit his plate and the less time he had to work on each responsibility, let alone have time for the occasional problem that occurred. He was stretched thin and the band knew it. Noah had told Matt not to worry, that he would find Matt the perfect assistant and that had been that.
At least until Noah had announced the new hire.
There weren't many people in Virginia that Noah kept in touch with, outside of Ruffilo's family and her. A childhood friend of Noah and Nicholas who was still close enough to both of them that Matt and the band and crew had met her and hung out with her on a multitude of occasions over the years.
Matt knew Noah had a soft spot for y/n - they had met in high school and back then she had been just as enamored with the music industry as Noah and from what Matt knew, she had doubled as photographer and occasional manager for Noah's high school band. (Of course she was also a high school student, so Matt had been put under the impression that Noah and his ex bandmates had paid her in drinks or weed or dinner here and there.)
She had gone on to work as a tour manager for a few small bands here and there since then and maybe Matt would have been more impressed if he didn't hate her.
“She's extremely professional, you could do a lot worse,” Noah countered Matt's complaint in a tone that said he wasn't going to have this argument again.
Matt persisted, he wasn't the hater king for nothing after all, “she's obnoxious, she's not as good as you think she is, she'll slow me down or get in the way,” he listed off his reasons.
So called ‘boba’ eyes roll as Noah doesn't even make an attempt at hiding his own annoyance towards Matt's complaints. “I don't know what your issue with her is,” he says, pointing a finger in Matt's direction, “but you need to get over it. The decision is made and I'm not going to listen to you hate on my friend the entire time she's under our employment. Which means suck it up.”
And that was that. Case closed, at least in Noah's opinion.
With tour upcoming, Matt had a long list of things that needed to be finalized before they left. Normally it would have taken him days to get through them all but she showed up (and Matt could only describe her as a whirlwind) and took one look at his list and completed more than half in a day.
With ease and professionalism, she finalized hotel rooms across the tour as well as a slew of other things, leaving Matt more angry than relieved. She made his job easier while simultaneously making it all look too easy.
“What's with that scowl?” she asked, smacking him in the face with a pen in what he could only assume was her attempt at being silly. “If you want, I can pick up lunch while you finish your half of the list?”
The pen is yanked from her hand and tossed aside, hitting the floor with a clack and although it was a relatively quiet noise, it felt all too loud in the sudden silence between them. There was an intensity in Matt's eyes that she hadn't before noticed. He suddenly seemed to loom over her, as if his anger had made him taller but she was used to tantrums and shitty people, it came with the territory of working in the industry and so she held her ground, meeting his gaze with an unblinking stare.
The silence remained for a good 30 seconds as neither of them said anything, each waiting for the other to back down and break the silence first. She wasn't afraid, at least not of Matthew Dierkes, he was all talk and no walk, and she knew it. And he knew she knew.
“You should quit,” he says finally, breaking the silence between them with quiet words filled with anger. “I don't want you here.”
“Too bad, throw this small dick syndrome tantrum elsewhere because we both know I'm doing a good job,” and with that, she spun around on her heel and walked away, head high and without a glance back in his direction to see whether or not the words had stung him.
He didn't want to admit it or even think about what it meant for him, but her attitude and crude remark, paired with that cleat confidence went straight to his dick.
The thought of her plagued his mind. He ran and re-ran her every word in his head, again and again as he laid in bed that night. He fell asleep to thoughts of her and those thoughts turned into dreams.
Dreams that woke Matt up in the middle of the night, his cock straining against his boxers as precum made a small wet patch over the fabric. He palmed his erection through his boxers, half asleep and thinking of her and how she stood up to him. He pushed his boxers down his thighs, just enough to free his cock before spitting into his palm.
It didn't take much - just a few strokes over his cock before he was shooting ropes of cum over his stomach and chest.
“Fuckin’ Y/N,” he murmured.
Gear and suitcases and everything in between had been loaded onto the bus and band and crew had chosen their bunks. Matt wasn't exactly sure how it happened but he had a sneaking suspicion that Noah had been involved, but Matt had ended up with the bunk beneath Y/N's. His suspicions were immediately confirmed by a wink from the frontman and Matt had a moment of fear, wondering if somehow Noah had found out about Matt's late night masturbation session and who exactly he had been getting off to.
He shook those thoughts from his head because as weird as Noah could sometimes be, he definitely wasn't a mind reader.
“Uh-oh, Matt, looks like we're bunked close together. Hope that doesn't cause you to have a piss party,” she stated, tossing her bag into her bunk.
“The shits a piss party?” he grumbled back, immediately back to his hater self. “You say the stupidest shit. Fuck, you're so annoying.”
Jolly, from his own bunk, nodded solemnly at Matt. “I've had a piss party,” he stated and then proceeded not to elaborate further and Matt wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
As the weeks crept by, Matt became more and more agitated. He couldn't deny that Noah had been right about Y/N being a good assistant tour manager. No matter what kind of shit was flung at her, she handled it quickly and professionally which ultimately made Matt's job easier.
He tried to find things to nitpick and reasons to be mad, but he failed. Her time working as a tour manager for other, smaller bands, had given her plenty of experience and the very few times that she came up lacking or un-knowledgeable, she proved to be a quick learner.
As much as he hated to admit it, she was the proverbial yin to his yang.
“Hey, Matt,” her voice knocked him out of his thoughts about her and he turned to face her. They'd just finished loading the last of their gear back up and the band had dispersed to figure out their dinner situations. “Let's go get dinner,” she continued and then gave him a mischievous grin. “You're paying since you've been eye-fucking me for the last hour.”
“I have not,” he denied, immediately following after her as she began walking in some direction, clearly having an idea of where she wanted them to get dinner. “You are so fucking full of yourself, you know?”
“Yeah, because I'm the fucking shit,” she answered. “Plus anyone with eyes can tell you wish I was full of you.” She waggled a finger at him. “I finally have you figured out. Well actually, Noah figured you out and then ratted you out.”
Noah Fucking Sebastian. He loved the man but hated how easily Noah figured out how to fuck with him. And this time it was by realizing that Matt had developed feelings for Y/N.
He snorted and then went silent, unable to think of a comeback for what she had said. So instead he just shrugged and followed her into the little restaurant. He was somewhat surprised the place was still open but that was the bright side to American tours, there was always one or two little places with kitchens that didn't close until one or two am.
He followed her up to the counter and, yes, he paid for her meal too. It wasn't until they sat down to eat that he finally had input to give on her little revelation towards his feelings.
“Noah's a bitch,” he grumbled. “But yeah, fuck it, he's right. I guess you aren't that bad.”
She laughed and then choked on her drink, causing him to smile. “It didn't take him long to figure it out since you keep moaning my name in your sleep at night. Here I thought you were fighting me in your dreams but Noah said those were wet dream moans.”
It was Matt's turn to choke then. “I fucking did not do that,” he argued in horror.
“Ask anyone on the bus, they'll agree that you did,” came her amused response. “Kinda cute in a perverted way.”
“That shits fucking embarrassing,” he said, unable to believe that this was how the current admission to feelings was happening. If he wasn't as close to the guys as he was, he might have crawled into a hole to die.
She caught him by surprise, leaning over their little dinner table to steal a kiss. “Shit talk me again and I'll beat your ass,” she warns.
“Not going to lie, that kinda turns me on,” he laughs, cheeks going a little red because its true.
“Well in that case the next hotel we're all in, come to my room and I'll beat your ass for fun.”
He reaches across the table, taking her hand in his, not exactly sure what this meant for their relationship or how they would even define whatever this was between them.
“Noah's never going to let you live this down,” she said, squeezing his hand. “Lets fuck with him and fight even worse and see how long it takes for him to figure it out.”
“I might be a little in love with you now,” he says, agreeing to her proposal. “Maybe we can trick him into buying us dinner while we're at it.”
The two of them walked back to the bus, practically giggling over their little prank idea on Noah.
Noah, who took one look at them over the top of his phone when they got back, and then proceeded to announce to the whole bus that Matt and Y/N were dating.
“Please,” Noah says after the announcement, “you two have been in denial about liking each other since you met. I'm just surprised it took this long. You're both welcome for setting you up by the way. When you get married, I expect to be the maid of honor and the best man.”
“You motherfucker. I love you though,” Y/N says with a laugh.
“Hey, remember the bus rules you two,” Jolly adds quickly. “No fucking on the bus. Unless I'm allowed to join.”
Matt handed his new girlfriend the pillow off his bunk wordlessly and then cheered her on as she used it to beat the shit out of Jolly.
“Thanks, Noah,” Matt added quietly and Noah just laughed before retreating to his own bunk.
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Things are going well out in the Veil, I see. At least Gamzee's happy.
CGC: WH4T DO YOU GUYS TH1NK 4BOUT K4RK4TS N3W PL4N
CGC: TO TROLL TH3S3 K1DS
I have to say, I'm interested in hearing how Karkat pitched his plan to the team. I'm sure many of them can already tell that it's counterproductive, but maybe Karkat's not the only one who wants to let off some steam.
CGC: P3RSON4LLY 1 TH1NK H3 H4S F1N4LLY SN4PP3D 4ND 1T DO3SNT M4K3 4NY S3NS3
CGC: 1 F1GUR3D M4YB3 W3 COULD T4LK 4BOUT 1T H3R3 1N S3CR3T WH1L3 H3 ST4NDS OV3R TH3R3 M4K1NG H1S BOR1NG 1NSP1R4T1ON4L SP33CH [...]
PAST carcinoGeneticist [PCG] 7 MINUTES AGO responded to memo.
PCG: YOU THINK I STOPPED KEEPING TABS ON YOUR VAPID, SEDITIOUS BULLSHIT??? [...]
CGC banned PCG from responding to memo.
Karkat already read this memo - which means he's making an impassioned speech about trolling, fully aware that Terezi is heckling him in the group chat.
I can just picture him glaring at her for the entire duration of the speech, as she slowly reaches for her keyboard with the biggest shit-eating grin she can muster.
CAC: :33 < i dont understand why we are doing this!
CAC: :33 < what was the point again?
Sounds like Nepeta's out. That's a shame; her RP schtick would make for some good trolling. Maybe later.
PAST carcinoGeneticist 2 [PCG2] 5 MINUTES AGO responded to memo.
Karkat's back - implying Trollian bans only apply to a single iteration of that account, regardless of the gap between iterations.
In other words, you can circumvent a ban by joining from a different timeframe, even if that's literally two minutes later. You don't even need time travel to abuse this - just wait, and your ban will be ineffective almost immediately.
This app is amazing.
CTA: you all can troll the2e iincompetent aliien2 all you want, iit won't change anythiing.
We saw some of this attitude from Sollux back in Act 4. With the context that Hivebent brings, I have to wonder if he's been listening too much to Aradia. He was certainly trying to change things before the session.
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Be kind to young writers
When I was young, I started my writing career through fan fiction and it was brutal. I didn't just get hate, my stories was put on a forum called the "The Literate Union". It was a group of gatekeepers who tried to keep Fanfiction.Net a "pure" website, or whatever. To make sure everyone followed the guidelines and my stuff was reported on mass.
Un announced to them, FanFiction.Net doesn't actually do anything when you report stories so nothing happened but some of the reviews were so nasty, I legit cried. I'm actually surprised I'm still a writer. This was one of the reviews I received and keep in mind, I had to censor most of these words because this "review" would violate every possible harassment guideline on any social media website.
I'm only sharing this as a reminder, I was a child who had no idea what I was doing. Be kind to young writers, they need support not harassment. Oh, and if you want to know what fandom I was in to received this level of hate? it was the Warriors Cats fandom.
"I'm not going to sugar coat this; your 'story' is so very, very bad that I would prefer being force fed a glass full of [redacted] that has been thrown in a blender with coffee creamer and toenail clippings and made to look like a smoothie before being heavily diluted by [redacted] and [redacted] and covered in [redacted]. It is reminiscent of a kindergartner's first attempt at a story, minus the endearing spelling errors and five-year-old innocence. In fact, a [redacted] from the [redacted] could have done a better job of this.
Now that I've given you fair warning, you are free to stop reading at any time, as I'm sure your tiny little brain may have trouble understanding some of it.
This 'story' is a perfect example of how a twelve year old with a keyboard and half a brain cell can thoroughly [redacted] the English language, then laugh as it lays sobbing in its own [redacted] and [redacted]. I was fighting tears and vomit with every line, because quite frankly, this is the worst horror you could ever inflict on a person. A respectable author would have first written everything out, proofread it, realized it was shit, deleted it, tried again, and then sent it off to a Beta who would then tell the writer that it was shit, and repeat these steps until you have a story that is both readable and good. At one point I actually pulled out a screwdriver and began to take apart my computer in an attempt to destroy this plague against all works of fiction, when I realized that destroying my computer would not handle the problem efficiently. My cat's [redacted] has more creativity and format than this 'story' does, and it saddens me that no one has informed you of how extraordinarily awful this abomination is. I do hope that you'll find yourself a respectable Beta and some self-respect before you continue to ruin the eyes of whatever unfortunate soul happens upon this 'story' next.
Hugs and Kisses,
Ker0s3ne K1d"
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Exclusive Interview with Spamton G. Spamton
Date: October 12th, 2131
Today Papa and Dadaton have mostly been sorting out logistics stuff, figuring out how the whole Spamton situation is gonna work, some ground rules and expectations, some schedule stuff to make sure some one's around to watch him and figuring out days for regular check-ins/therapy talks... it all seemed really boring to me and I didn't get half of it so I decided to go do something else.
Specifically, I decided to have a little interview with Spamton. There were a lot of questions I felt I needed answers to, however I knew it'd be rude to just jump straight into sensitive topics. Additionally, I felt since its gonna be living with us now for the time being, I may as well try to get to know my puppet pal a little better.
So here's how that went.
Q: Good morning Spamton. How are you doing today?
A: HEY H3Y IF IT ISBT ThE [City in a Garden]]!! WHUT CAN [Yours truly] DO YA 4 KID?
Q: I just had a few questions for you, if you don't mind. Sorta like an interview.
A: AN [Exclusive interview with] ME?!? AHAJEHAHAHA!! OF CORSE [[Little City]]! [Send your questions below]!
Q: Awesome! Then let's just start with the first question I got down here. Your full name is Spamton G. Spamton, correct?
A: U BET UR [[Low rank currency]]!SPAMTON G. SPAMTON! EVERY 'S FAVORIT [Number1RatedSalesman] [[circa1997]]!
Q: Putting aside the fact your first and last names are the same for now, what does the "G" stand for?
A: TEH [[G]]? AHAHEHAJAHA! I HAVE N0 CLUE. [@gmail.com]? [The Greatest th1ng you've seen on ]? Y? WUTS THE [g] IN [Chicago, IL] G BLU K STAND 4?
Q: Oh, what's MY middle name? Uh, Ghost. Well, that or Garamond. My dads couldn't really decide when I was born so it sorta stands for both.
A: THEN SHUDN:T IT B CHICAG0 [[GG]] BLO0K?
Q: Gyeh heh! Maybe. Anyways, next question. So you've mentioned a few times that you used to be a "Big Shot", or some big and famous, kinda like my Dadaton is out here in the Light World. Can you tell me a little bit more about that?
A: AHEAHAHAJA! OH B0Y CAN I EVR!! BACK IN TGE [Good ol days] I USED 2 BE ON TOP OF THE [[World Wide Web]] KID! BIG [Deals] BIG [Cars] BIG [All included stay at] QUEEN'S MAN SION! I WAZ FINALLY A [Big Shot], I HAD IT [[All u c0uld want & more!]] AND I DID IT @LL W/0UT TEH [Help Wanted] OF THOSE [[Backstabbing]] GELUS [All we do is ] 2!
Q: Riiiiiight. The Addisons. I heard you were like them though, before your rise to fame at least. What was your relationship like with them before everything went down?
A: K1D UR GONNA NEED 2 BE A LOT MOAR [Item specifications]. THEREZ AL0T OF [[Your Ad Here!]]
Q: Fine. Specifically the ones you worked with. Click? Flash? ... (I didn't get the names of the other two...)
A: ... [Clear Cache] & [[Ad Banner]]. I D0N;t WABT 2 [Talk 2 a licensed prof3ssional] A BOUT TH0sE [[Traitors]].
Q: Okay, fair, fair. Touchy subject. Should've probably expected that. Especially after what I heard about your guys fall out and how they sorta... um, abandoned you. I, my bad. L-let's just move on to another question.
A: AHAHAHEHA! Y3S! LET'S.
Q: Um, okay, here we go! You seem to like cars alot. You've especially mentioned them in great lengths when talking about your "Big Shot Era". Do you have a favorite model?
A: Y MY FAVRITE IS N0NE OTHER THAN TGE [[Brand New!!!]] [Ride around town in our] SPECIL [[1997 Cungadero]]! THIS [Sweet Ride] WILL MAKe ALL UR [Hopes and Dreams] COME TRYE WHILE [Ride] LEIK A [[Sweat Dream]] 2! FOR ONLY [10 easy payment of] [[666]] KROMER TGIS [Dalmatian puppies] CAN BEE YOURS 2DAY!!
Q: Ah. I've uh, never heard of that car but, um, cool! So then, hopping back to before your Big Shot days real quick, what did you used to do before selling cars and stuff?
A: THAT'S [Lemon Squ33zy]! I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT THE E_MAIL GUY, NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY!
Q: . . . Ooookay then. I think that moves us to another question I've been curious about. What... what's with the burning?
A: WHAT [[Oh God! Help! Please stop! Help! It Burns!]]ING?
Q: That! I... Spamton. Yesterday you stared directly at the sun for several minutes. That HURTS. I know from experience that staring directly at the sun will like, burn your eyes.
A: AHEAHAHAHA! [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]] HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[Unintelligble Laughter]]!
Q: I... (Now I'm even more confused...) okay let's just move on. Okay um... no, no, deeeefinitely not... I... what was your with last night?
A: L4ST [Alone on a Friday Night?]
Q: Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night? When you woke me up?
A: AHEAHAHAEHAHA! KID I HAVE NO [Inn0vative new ideas] WHA uR [Chat w/ our esteamed representative!]
Q: The- the ringing? You mentioned ringing. You said it would stop and told me not to pick up, you don't remember that??
A: . . .
Q: S-spamton?
A: ... Don't pick up the phone.
After that, Papa came into the room and asked if he could borrow Spamton so they could discuss stuff, to which Spamton immediately switched demeanor and rushed off with him.
... I think I'm left with even more questions than when I decided to start the interview.
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Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider
Act 6, page 6017-6921
KARKAT: WHO???
TEREZI: YOU KNOW...
TEREZI: VR1SK4S 4NC3STOR?
TEREZI: TH3 FR13NDLY ON3 WHO T3LLS LONG STOR13S
KARKAT: OH YEAH.
KARKAT: HER.
KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW, I CAN'T KEEP ALL THESE GHOST NAMES STRAIGHT.
KARKAT: FLIPTUNA? MEOWLIN...
KARKAT: WASN'T THERE A CARLOS?
KARKAT: FUCK IT. THEY WERE ALL NAMED CARLOS AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.
KARKAT: WAIT. EXCEPT MEENAH. SHE WAS ALRIGHT. A LITTLE FORWARD, BUT...
KARKAT: WHATEVER, THIS ISN'T THE POINT.
KARKAT: ALL I REMEMBER ABOUT MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE SERKET GIRL WAS GETTING CORNERED INTO THESE LUDICROUS MONOLOGUES, THEN RACKING MY BRAIN FOR EXCUSES TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
TEREZI: Y34H W3LL
TEREZI: 1 W4S 4 L1TTL3 MOR3 T4CTFUL TH4N YOU 4ND 4CTU4LLY L1ST3N3D
TEREZI: 4ND L3T H3R T4LK M3 1NTO SOM3TH1NG 1 SHOULDNT H4V3 >:[
KARKAT: SO SHE WAS JUST LIKE
KARKAT: *POOF!*
KARKAT: AND SUDDENLY YOUR EYES WERE BETTER?
TEREZI: Y3S
KARKAT: WHAT IS SHE, SOME SORT OF MAGIC FAIRY??
TEREZI: UM. Y3S?
TEREZI: TH4TS K1ND OF L1T3R4LLY WH4T SH3 1S
KARKAT: OH
KARKAT: ALRIGHT, I GUESS HER STORY CHECKS OUT THEN.
KARKAT: GOOD FOR HER.
KARKAT: BUT THIS DOESN'T SEEM LIKE YOU TEREZI. I MEAN, I DIDN'T THINK YOU EVEN WANTED YOUR EYESIGHT BACK?
KARKAT: I'VE NEVER MET ANYONE AS CHUFFED ABOUT HER OWN DISABILITY AS YOU. I WAS ALWAYS UNDER THE IMPRESSION YOU FELT LIKE IT WAS A BIG PART OF WHO YOU ARE?
TEREZI: 1T W4S!!!
TEREZI: TH3 MOM3NT SH3 H34L3D M3 1 KN3W 1 M4D3 4 T3RR1BL3 M1ST4K3
TEREZI: BUT 1 COULDNT T4K3 1T B4CK
TEREZI: 1 THOUGHT 4BOUT 1T
TEREZI: L1K3 JUST BL1ND1NG MYS3LF 4G41N 4ND PR3T3ND1NG 1T N3V3R H4PP3N3D
TEREZI: BUT
TEREZI: 3V3N TH3 W4Y 1T H4PP3N3D OR1G1N4LLY W4S SOM3TH1NG SP3C14L TO M3
TEREZI: 1 C4NT DUPL1C4T3 TH4T
TEREZI: 4ND 3V3N 1F 1 COULD 1T ST1LL WOULDNT B3 TH3 S4M3
TEREZI: 1 C4NT S33M TO FORG1V3 MYS3LF FOR B31NG SO STUP1D
TEREZI: FOR SOM3 R34SON 1 THOUGHT 1T W4S 4 GOOD 1D34 TO T4K3 TH3 ONLY COOL 4ND UN1QU3 TH1NG 4BOUT MYS3LF 4ND "F1X" 1T
TEREZI: WH4T W4S 1 TH1NK1NG?
KARKAT: WHOA WHOA
KARKAT: THE *ONLY* COOL THING ABOUT YOU?
KARKAT: TEREZI. I WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING, BUT I CAN'T GET BEHIND SOME OF THE SHIT YOU'RE SAYING ABOUT YOURSELF HERE.
KARKAT: WHAT MADE YOU START UNRAVELING LIKE THIS?
TEREZI: 1 TH1NK 1T W4S WH3N W3 ST4RT3D M33T1NG OUR 4NC3STORS
TEREZI: 4ND 1 THOUGHT TH3Y W3R3 4LL COOL3R 4ND OLD3R 4ND MOR3 1NT3R3ST1NG TH4N US
TEREZI: 3V3N THOUGH TH3Y PROB4BLY W3R3NT?
TEREZI: TH3Y H4D 4 LOT OF PROBL3MS 4ND 1NS3CUR1T13S TOO
TEREZI: BUT 1 GU3SS TH3 K1ND TH4T OLD3R K1DS H4V3, 4ND WH3N YOUR3 YOUNG3R YOU DONT R34LLY R3COGN1Z3 TH3M 4S PROBL3MS
TEREZI: YOU LOOK 4T THOS3 TH1NGS 4S JUST P4RT OF WH4T 1TS L1K3 B31NG SOM3ON3 WHOS MOR3 1NT3R3ST1NG 4ND GROWN UP TH4N YOU
TEREZI: M4YB3 S1NC3 1M NOT 4S YOUNG 4NYMOR3 1 GU3SS 1 C4N S33 TH4T NOW
TEREZI: BUT 1 W4S STUP1DLY 4W3STRUCK BY SOM3 P3OPL3 WHO W3R3 NOT SO 1MPR3SS1V3 1N R3TROSP3CT 4ND 1 M4D3 4 DUMB M1ST4K3
KARKAT: WAIT. WE MET ALL THOSE PEOPLE LIKE...
KARKAT: KIND OF A LONG TIME AGO?
KARKAT: HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS FROM EVERYONE?
TEREZI: 1 DONT KNOW
TEREZI: 4 Y34R OR SOM3TH1NG?
TEREZI: 4ND 1 W4SNT H1D1NG 1T
TEREZI: 1 JUST D1DNT T3LL 4NYBODY
KARKAT: YEAH! THAT'S WHAT HIDING IT MEANS.
TEREZI: BUT
TEREZI: YOU USU4LLY C4NT S33 MY 3Y3S 4NYW4Y!
TEREZI: C4US3 OF MY GL4SS3S?? DUH
KARKAT: I KNOW, BUT NOT TELLING ANYBODY THAT IS STILL BEING POINTLESSLY SECRETIVE!
KARKAT: YOU COULD HAVE SAID, HEY KARKAT, I FUCKED UP AND NOW I CAN SEE AGAIN. MAYBE WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS SO I DON'T GO INTO A TRAGIC DOWNWARD SPIRAL AND MAKE YOU WORRY ABOUT ME FOR NO REASON!
TEREZI: 1M SORRY!
TEREZI: 1 SHOULD H4V3
TEREZI: BUT 1 W4S SO 4SH4M3D
KARKAT: AND WHAT ABOUT THIS CLANDESTINE BLACKROM NONSENSE YOU'VE GOT GOING ON WITH GAMZEE?
TEREZI: WH4T?
KARKAT: HAVE YOU BEEN DATING HIM FOR JUST AS LONG?
KARKAT: WAS HE INVOLVED IN THAT DECISION??
KARKAT: LIKE, DID HE HELP TALK YOU INTO HEALING YOUR EYES OR SOMETHING?!
TEREZI: HOW D1D YOU KNOW W3 W3R3 D4T1NG!
TEREZI: D1D H3 T3LL YOU?
KARKAT: OH MY GOD. TEREZI, YOU ARE A FUCKING CATASTROPHE.
KARKAT: YOU USED TO BE LIKE, CUNNING? AND CONSIDERABLY MORE INTELLIGENT THAN ME, WHICH I HAVE NO PROBLEM ADMITTING.
KARKAT: BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS. EVEN IF I DIDN'T FIGURE IT OUT MYSELF, WHICH I *DID* BECAUSE IT WAS *OBVIOUS*, YOU ARE UP HERE ON THE ROOF LYING UNCONSCIOUS IN A PILE OF HONK HORNS AND FAYGO BOTTLES.
KARKAT: I AM NOT A MASTER OF DEDUCTION, BUT UNLESS YOU WERE RECENTLY STOMPED ON BY SOME SORT OF GOLEM COMPOSED OF GARBAGE FROM A CIRCUS, IT SEEMS FAIR TO SAY YOU ARE OFFICIALLY DOWN WITH THE CLOWN.
TEREZI: UUUGH
TEREZI: OK
TEREZI: Y3S
TEREZI: 1TS TRU3 >:o[
KARKAT: WELL? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT.
TEREZI: 1 COULDNT G3T UP TH3 N3RV3 TO T3LL YOU 4BOUT TH4T 31TH3R
TEREZI: 1N 4 W4Y, 1M 3V3N MOR3 D1SGUST3D W1TH MYS3LF FOR D4T1NG TH4T 4SSHOL3 TH4N 1 4M FOR H34L1NG MY 3Y3S
KARKAT: THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING IT!
TEREZI: 1 DONT KNOW!
TEREZI: 1 C4NT BR1NG MYS3LF TO STOP S331NG H1M
TEREZI: 3V3RY T1M3 1 TH1NK 1 C4NT STOM4CH TH3 S1GHT OF H1S UGLY F4C3 FOR 4NOTH3R S3COND
TEREZI: H3 PULLS M3 B4CK 1N
TEREZI: H3 1S JUST
TEREZI: SO
TEREZI: 4444WFUL
TEREZI: H3 4LW4YS KNOWS 3X4CTLY WH4T TO S4Y TO P1SS M3 OFF
TEREZI: 3V3RYTH1NG H3 DO3S
TEREZI: H1S F4K3 GOD T13R SU1T, H1S SMUG 3XPR3SS1ON, TH3 DUMB4SS W4YS H3 BUTCH3RS H1S S3NT3NC3S
TEREZI: S4Y1NG SH1T L1K3 '4LL G3TT1NG UP 4T H1S MOTH3R FUCK1N HONK ON', 444444RGH!
TEREZI: 1 H4T3 1T SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
TEREZI: BUT 1 K33P COM1NG B4CK FOR MOR3
TEREZI: H3S L1K3 4 DRUG!
TEREZI: 3V3N MOR3 4DD1CT1V3 TH4N TH1S...
TEREZI: R3VOLT1NG SOD4 1 C4NT STOP DR1NK1NG
TEREZI: 1V3 H4D SO MUCH F4YGO 1 C4NT 3V3N T4ST3 TH3 COLOR 4NYMOR3 >:[
TEREZI: 1 JUST T4ST3 TH3 SUG4R 4ND TH3 BUBBL3S 4ND TH3 4WFUL FL4VOR 1T L34V3S B3H1ND, WH1CH JUST M4K3S M3 DR1NK MOR3 TO W4SH 1T 4W4Y
TEREZI: UNT1L 1 F33L SO N4STY 1 H4V3 TO T4K3 4 LONG SOD4 N4P, BUT 1 W4K3 UP LO4TH1NG MYS3LF 3V3N MOR3
TEREZI: SO 1 JUST R34CH FOR 4NOTH3R BOTTL3
TEREZI: 1T 1S TRULY...
TEREZI: TH3 W1CK3D 3L1X1R
TEREZI: *SOB*
KARKAT: TEREZI...
TEREZI: 1 W4NT H1M TO B3 OUT OF MY L1F3
TEREZI: H3 1S TH3 WORST TH1NG TH4TS 3V3R H4PP3N3D TO M3
TEREZI: BUT
TEREZI: 1 GU3SS YOU C4NT H3LP WHO YOU H4T3
KARKAT: THIS IS KILLING ME, HEARING THIS.
KARKAT: I SERIOUSLY WANT TO WEEP ACTUAL PUKE OUT OF MY EYEBALLS FROM THIS STORY.
KARKAT: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN???
KARKAT: I'VE GOT TO SAY, I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING. IF YOU TOLD ME SWEEPS AGO YOU AND HE...
KARKAT: I WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT. LIKE IF THE WRITING WAS ON THE WALL THERE, I SURE AS FUCK DIDN'T READ IT.
TEREZI: Y34H, 1T SNUCK UP ON M3
TEREZI: 1T D1DNT H3LP TH4T H3 T3RROR1Z3D US WH3N W3 W3R3 H1D1NG FROM J4CK
TEREZI: R1GHT UND3R MY NOS3 TOO
TEREZI: SOM3HOW 1 D1DNT PUT TH3 P13C3S TOG3TH3R 4T TH3 T1M3 4ND L3T H1M G3T 4W4Y W1TH MURD3R
TEREZI: 4ND GR4DU4LLY 1 ST4RT3D H4V1NG TH3S3 UNCONTROLL4BL3 THOUGHTS 4BOUT H1M
TEREZI: D4RK THOUGHTS
TEREZI: 4ND WH3N 1 WOULD C4TCH 4 WH1FF OF H1M 1N TH3 CORR1DORS, L1K3 H3 W4S T4UNT1NG M3, TH4T JUST F4NN3D TH3 FL4M3S
TEREZI: TH3N W3 ST4RT3D T4LK1NG SH1T W1TH 34CH OTH3R MOR3 4ND MOR3
TEREZI: 4ND H3 W4S SO MUCH N4ST13R TH4N H3 3V3R US3D TO B3! W4Y MOR3 TH4N 4NY OF OUR FR13NDS 3V3R W3R3
TEREZI: ON3 T1M3 H3 ST4RT3D MOCK1NG MY BL1NDN3SS
TEREZI: WH1CH N3V3R BOTH3R3D M3 WH3N 4NYON3 3LS3 D1D 1T
TEREZI: BUT SOM3HOW, TH3 STUFF H3 S41D...
TEREZI: 1 L3T 1T G3T UND3R MY SK1N
TEREZI: 4ND COMB1N3D W1TH M33T1NG 4 LOT OF N3W P3OPL3 1 F3LT L1K3 1 COULDNT L1V3 UP TO
TEREZI: TH4TS WH3N 1 ST4RT3D R3CONS1D3R1NG 4R4N34S OFF3R
KARKAT: I KNEW IT!
KARKAT: I KNEW HE MUST HAVE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT DECISION. THAT SLIMY BASTARD.
KARKAT: THIS IS MOSTLY MY FAULT. I WASN'T VIGILANT ENOUGH WITH HIM, AND I LET OUR MOIRALLEGIANCE BREAK DOWN.
KARKAT: IF I KEPT A CLOSER EYE ON HIM, MAYBE HE WOULDN'T HAVE LURED YOU INTO HIS SPINNING TENT OF SHIT.
TEREZI: NO, YOU SHOULDNT F33L L1K3...
KARKAT: OR MAYBE IT'S KANAYA'S FAULT? SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN A REALLY GOOD AUSPISTICE. MAYBE SHE COULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS, IF SHE WASN'T SO PREOCCUPIED HERSELF.
KARKAT: NO WAIT! IT'S ACTUALLY MY FAULT AGAIN! IF I HAD BEEN ON THE BALL AND AUSPISTICIZED BETWEEN HER AND ROSE, SHE WOULD HAVE HAD THE TIME TO AUSPISTICIZE BETWEEN YOU AND GAMZEE!
KARKAT: DAMMIT, I ALWAYS SAY I KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ROMANCE, YET I ROUTINELY UNDERESTIMATE ITS COMPLEXITY, SO I ONLY FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO AFTER IT'S WAY TOO LATE!
KARKAT: GOD I'M SO STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID
TEREZI: BL4RG SHUT UP!
TEREZI: 1TS NO ON3S F4ULT BUT M1N3!
TEREZI: 1M TH3 ON3 WHO H4S TO D34L W1TH 1T
KARKAT: YEAH OK.
KARKAT: FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, HE'LL PROBABLY JUST BREAK IT OFF AND LEAVE YOU ONCE WE GET TO THE NEW SESSION.
KARKAT: ALL HIS LOYALTIES AND PRIORITIES ARE TOTALLY WARPED NOW. I'M NOT SURE WHAT HE REALLY CARES ABOUT ANYMORE, BUT IT SURE ISN'T ANY OF US.
TEREZI: YOU TH1NK
TEREZI: H3 W1LL L34V3 M3?
KARKAT: YEAH. I DO.
TEREZI: *SOB!!!*
KARKAT: WHOA, WHAT??
KARKAT: ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANT?
TEREZI: NO!
TEREZI: 1D B3 D3V4ST4T3D 1F H3 JUST
TEREZI: SUDD3NLY D1TCH3D M3 L1K3 TH4T
KARKAT: OK, HELP ME OUT!
KARKAT: YOU'RE CONFUSING ME HERE.
TEREZI: 1D F33L P4TH3T1C!!!
TEREZI: 4ND 1 GU3SS
TEREZI: 4 S1CK 4ND T3RR1BL3 P4RT OF M3 DO3SNT W4NT H1M TO GO
TEREZI: BUT 1F H3 DO3S 1 W4NT 1T TO B3 B3C4US3 1 T3LL H1M 1TS OV3R!
KARKAT: WOW.
KARKAT: ALRIGHT, I GUESS THAT MAKES SENSE. SORRY.
KARKAT: I'M JUST TRYING TO BE SUPPORTIVE HERE.
KARKAT: BUT I'M NOT ALWAYS SURE WHAT THE RIGHT THING TO SAY IS!
KARKAT: I'M DOING MY FUCKING BEST. THIS IS COMPLICATED FOR ME TOO, YOU'RE BOTH MY FRIENDS.
TEREZI: 1 KNOW
TEREZI: 1 4PPR3C14T3 YOUR 1NT3NT1ONS K4RK4T
TEREZI: M4YB3
TEREZI: M4YB3 1T WOULD B3 B3TT3R 1F YOU W3R3NT S1TT1NG UP TH3R3 1N TH4T B4CKW4RDS CH41R WH1L3 YOU T4LK3D TO M3?
KARKAT: WHAT?
KARKAT: WHY??
DAVE: yeah dude you should probably ditch the chair
KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHAIR.
DAVE: or at least sit on it frontways
DAVE: or offer her another chair?
DAVE: i dunno its kind of a dumb affectation in this context
KARKAT: NO, LOOK. IT'S CASUAL AND RELAXED.
KARKAT: LIKE, IT VISUALLY CONVEYS THAT MY PRESENCE IN THE CONVERSATION IS HUMBLE AND NONTHREATENING, YET FRANK AND ATTENTIVE.
KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
DAVE: to sit on the goddamn floor
KARKAT: WHY SHOULD I SQUAT ON THE DIRTY FLOOR, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE!
DAVE: so you can be on the same vertical plane with your friend while you exhibit compassion for her grody clown problem
TEREZI: D4V3 1TS F1N3
TEREZI: N3V3R M1ND 4BOUT TH3 CH41R, 1 DONT C4R3
TEREZI: 1T JUST STRUCK M3 4S 4 B1T D1STR4CT1NGLY S1LLY, TH4TS 4LL
KARKAT: OK, WOW, FINE!
KARKAT: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED!
KARKAT: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF CREATURE COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!!!
DAVE: karkat just threw a tantrum about a chair
DAVE: i just won karkat tantrum bingo
KARKAT: AT LAST!
KARKAT: WE ARE FREE FROM THE ACCURSED INSTRUMENT OF ASS ELEVATION!
DAVE: where did you even get that chair
DAVE: did you steal it from the common area
KARKAT: UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE EVER, I HAPPEN TO MAKE A PRACTICE OF CAPTCHALOGUING ITEMS WHICH MIGHT BE CONVENIENT ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS.
KARKAT: SAY I'M STROLLING AROUND AND FIND MYSELF IN NEED OF A PLACE TO SIT? BAM. SUDDENLY, A CHAIR.
KARKAT: AND NO I DIDN'T STEAL IT.
KARKAT: HOW COULD I STEAL SOMETHING FROM THE COMMON AREA? NOBODY ACTUALLY OWNS ANY OF THAT FUCKING FURNITURE.
KARKAT: THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED THE *COMMON* AREA, YOU ACCUSATORY PIECE OF FILTH.
DAVE: sounds like communism
DAVE: are you a communist or something
DAVE: actually that makes perfect sense what with your sickle and all
KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??
DAVE: wait john has a hammer oh shit its all adding up
DAVE: when we arrive are you going to team up with john and seize the means of production
KARKAT: YOU APPEAR TO BE JUMPSTARTING A FACETIOUS DISCUSSION ABOUT SOME SORT OF HUMAN ECONOMIC IDEOLOGICAL FRAMEWORK, WITHOUT HAVING THE SLIGHTEST CLUE THAT YOUR VEHICLE IS PARKED SQUARELY IN THE NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ZONE.
DAVE: im just saying
DAVE: first chairs what next
DAVE: see i am all about private property and pocketing dough
DAVE: do you have any idea how rich i am
DAVE: i am a man of MEANS motherfucker
KARKAT: WHAT IS YOUR POINT?
DAVE: just dont come after my boonies dude
DAVE: or should i say karkat marx
KARKAT: YOU AREN'T BEING SERIOUS NOW!
KARKAT: THESE ARE NOT THE WORDS OF A SERIOUS PERSON.
KARKAT: I WAS HAVING A *SERIOUS DISCUSSION* LIKE A *BIG TIME ADULT* WITH MY GOOD FRIEND TEREZI.
KARKAT: YOUR CALLOUS AND NONSENSICAL REMARKS ARE DERAILING US FROM THE DELICATE SUBJECT AT HAND.
KARKAT: WHY DON'T YOU BE USEFUL AND SAY SOMETHING REASSURING TO OUR SAD MUTUAL BUDDY, YOU WAILING JET ENGINE OF INFANTILE STULTILOQUENCE??????
DAVE: i dont have much to say about this
DAVE: ive kinda got to recuse myself on the matter
DAVE: im all kinds of on record as being squicked out by the idea of hatelationships
DAVE: so i got no point of reference for gauging when one is fucked up the way thats normal for trolls or if its fucked up cause its actually fucked up and terrible
DAVE: this is like some ex alien boyfriend prime directive shit
DAVE: i cant intervene cause i dont know what im talking about
DAVE: but you do so i guess keep going
DAVE: you were saying some pretty good stuff before i started riding your jock about chairs
KARKAT: AUGH.
KARKAT: TEREZI, DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH??
KARKAT: ACTUALLY, I GUESS YOU CAN! YOU CAN NOW LITERALLY SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH, AND EXPERIENCE ALL DUE EMPATHY FOR THE FACT THAT I HAVE A DOUCHE AS A BEST FRIEND!
TEREZI: Y3S, 1 C4N S33
TEREZI: TH3 V13W FROM H3R3 1S
TEREZI: DOUCH3T4CUL4R >:]
DAVE: thank you
KARKAT: SO THAT'S IT THEN
KARKAT: NO ADVICE AT ALL, SMARTALEC?
KARKAT: WHY DID I EVEN BRING YOU HERE FOR THIS INTERMISSION THEN.
DAVE: intermission?
KARKAT: INTERVENTION I MEAN. SORRY, I MISSPOKE.
DAVE: its not an intervention either
DAVE: my ghostly heads all beamin out of this crab for moral support yo
DAVE: i am in my homies corner even if he is a massive socialist
DAVE: terezi i think can probably figure this out
DAVE: she grew up alone and blind in a forest i think she will manage to bounce outta her juggalo phase
DAVE: but yeah terezi you should at least quit the fuckin soda
TEREZI: Y34H
TEREZI: OK
KARKAT: OK???
TEREZI: Y3S!
TEREZI: 1LL STOP
KARKAT: WHAT. JUST LIKE THAT?!
TEREZI: SUR3
TEREZI: 1TS R34LLY GROSS >X[
KARKAT: I THINK WE ARE MISSING THE POINT HERE.
KARKAT: THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH A FOUL SOFT DRINK.
KARKAT: IT'S ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF.
KARKAT: YOU ARE BARELY FUNCTIONAL RIGHT NOW. YOU CAN'T EVEN PICK YOURSELF UP OFF THE FLOOR AND PUT ON A PAIR OF PANTS.
KARKAT: REMEMBER PANTS TEREZI?? YOU USED TO LOVE PANTS!
TEREZI: Y34H, P4NTS 4R3 PR3TTY GR34T
KARKAT: YOU USED TO...
KARKAT: YOU USED TO BE A LOT OF THINGS. AND ALL OF THOSE WERE GOOD THINGS.
KARKAT: BUT NOW THAT WE'RE ABOUT TO ARRIVE, RIGHT WHEN WE NEED YOU THE MOST, YOU DO A SENSATIONAL BELLYFLOP INTO A CIRCUS VAT OF YOUR OWN TANGY SLOBBER.
TEREZI: OH PL34S3
TEREZI: WH4T COULD YOU POSS1BLY N33D M3 FOR?
KARKAT: YOU'RE AN IMPORTANT MEMBER OF THIS PARTY!
KARKAT: WE'LL NEED YOU TO HELP STAND UP TO JACK, AND WHATEVER ELSE IS WAITING FOR US THERE.
TEREZI: 1 DONT TH1NK 1 W1LL B3 V3RY US3FUL
KARKAT: WELL, NOT LIKE THIS YOU WON'T. YOU'VE GOT TO GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.
TEREZI: NO! 1 M34N
TEREZI: 3V3N TH3N 1 WONT B3
TEREZI: 1 DONT H4V3 MUCH TO OFF3R 3V3N ON MY B3ST D4Y
KARKAT: WHAT ABOUT YOUR MIND POWERS THOUGH!
KARKAT: WHAT IF WE NEED SOMEBODY WITH MIND POWERS? TO DO SOME SORT OF...
KARKAT: MINDY THING.
TEREZI: WH4T M1ND POW3RS??
KARKAT: YOU KNOW. THE ONES WHERE YOU...
KARKAT: FLIP A COIN. AND...
KARKAT: SOMETHING CRAZY HAPPENS.
KARKAT: OK, I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW HOW IT WORKS. BUT WHAT ABOUT THAT?
TEREZI: PFFF
TEREZI: 1 N3V3R D3V3LOP3D THOS3 POW3RS V3RY W3LL
TEREZI: 4ND 1TS B33N 4 LONG T1M3 S1NC3 1 3V3N THOUGHT 4BOUT TH3M
TEREZI: 1 DONT TH1NK TH3YR3 V3RY V4LU4BL3 HON3STLY
TEREZI: 1N F4CT 4LL TH3Y 3V3R S33M3D TO DO W4S TR1CK M3 1NTO F33L1NG L1K3 1 KN3W WH4T 1 W4S DO1NG
TEREZI: TH3Y 4CTU4LLY M4D3 M3 B3L13V3 1 W4S 1N CONTROL OF OTH3R P3OPL3S F4T3S
TEREZI: NOT 3V3N TO SP34K OF MY OWN
TEREZI: 1T W4S 4 R34LLY D4NG3ROUS K1ND OF D3LUS1ON
TEREZI: 4ND NOW 1T F33LS L1K3 TH3 ONLY "H3RO1C" TH1NG 1 3V3R D1D W1TH THOS3 POW3RS
TEREZI: W4S US3 TH3M TO JUST1FY K1LL1NG MY FR13ND
KARKAT: HUH?
TEREZI: ...
KARKAT: OH.
KARKAT: RIGHT.
TEREZI: 4ND WH4TS WORS3 1S
TEREZI: TO TH1S D4Y, 1M ST1LL NOT 3V3N TOT4LLY SUR3 1F 1T W4S N3C3SS4RY
TEREZI: 1 TH1NK 1V3 LOST TH3 4B1L1TY TO T3LL 1F 1M B31NG PUN1SH3D FOR WH4T 1 D1D, OR 1F 1 4M PUN1SH1NG MYS3LF
KARKAT: WELL, YEAH. OF COURSE IT WAS NECESSARY.
KARKAT: EVEN IF IT WASN'T THE MORALLY RIGHT CHOICE OR WHATEVER, IT WAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING THAT HAD TO HAPPEN.
KARKAT: THAT'S THE CRUEL THING ABOUT PARADOX SPACE. IT SYSTEMICALLY VALIDATES ALL YOUR MISTAKES AS NECESSARY OUTCOMES.
KARKAT: NOT EVEN NECESSARY FOR YOUR OWN GOOD OR PERSONAL GROWTH. IT'S ALWAYS BIGGER THAN YOU. LIKE YOUR ERRORS IN JUDGMENT ARE INSEPARABLE FROM THE WAY REALITY HAS TO UNFOLD.
KARKAT: SO IT NEVER LETS YOU FORGET ABOUT THEM. BECAUSE THEY WERE ALL CRITICAL TO THE BIG PICTURE, AND ALL YOUR PAST FLAWS ARE LIKE...
KARKAT: SCARS.
KARKAT: SCARS IN SPACETIME THAT NEVER HEAL, AND ALWAYS SERVE TO REMIND YOU THAT THE PERFECT VERSION OF YOURSELF YOU WISH YOU COULD BE CAN NEVER EXIST. BECAUSE THE SURVIVAL OF EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT DEPENDS ON HIM NOT EXISTING.
TEREZI: 1 KNOW 4LL TH4T
TEREZI: 1T DO3SNT STOP M3 FROM WOND3R1NG
KARKAT: IT'S SIMPLE. IF YOU HADN'T KILLED HER, YOU WOULD HAVE WITHERED AWAY IN A DOOMED TIMELINE.
TEREZI: Y34H! 4ND SOM3T1M3S 1 W1SH 1 H4D!
TEREZI: 4T TH1S PO1NT 1 TH1NK 1 WOULD R4TH3R B3 TH3 B3TT3R P3RSON WHO M4D3 TH3 R1GHT D3C1S1ON
TEREZI: 3V3N 1F 1T 4LSO M34NT B31NG TH3 ON3 TO F4D3 4W4Y FOR3V3R
KARKAT: WELL, *I* WOULDN'T WANT THAT!
KARKAT: DOES THAT FUCKING MATTER TO YOU?
KARKAT: DOES THAT FACTOR ANYWHERE INTO YOUR DREARY EXISTENTIAL EQUATION???
TEREZI: YOU PROB4BLY TH1NK 1M CR4ZY
TEREZI: JUST 4S CR4ZY 4S YOU TH1NK 1 4M FOR D4T1NG G4MZ33
TEREZI: BUT
TEREZI: 1 R34LLY M1SS H3R
KARKAT: NO
KARKAT: I DON'T THINK YOU'RE CRAZY FOR THAT.
TEREZI: 4ND Y3T
TEREZI: 1F 1 3V3R S4W H3R 4G41N
TEREZI: TH3R3S NO W4Y 1 COULD T4LK TO H3R
TEREZI: SO P4RT OF M3 HOP3S 1 N3V3R-
TEREZI: OW!!!!!!!
TEREZI: D4V3, YOU D1CK!!!
DAVE: what
DAVE: dont blame me
DAVE: i cant control the crab
#homestuck#karkat vantas#terezi pyrope#dave strider#homestuck act 6#page 6017#page 6018#page 6019#page 6020#page 6021#homestuck act 6 intermission 5
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Break down.
This is Lee Orris's place.
Rabbit Maya is directed by Unoon.
Different or unique
WALSHAMSHIRE H3I MUHTdSdM K1D>:?
It is powerful
Come on
School in Mogabudin
A beautiful bottle is beautiful.
S. Lerado Ló
Jen, I'm sorry.
It's dirty
Created by Aldin Kuzmat van Maja at Autodesk-New Cave.
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It's not funny anymore.
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Eurosport broadcast.
Aradia Lee Tso is here.
Lipo is also good. Neptune has a ring.
My God
He is your father
Is Jesus silent?
De Pens, editor-in-chief. Hair: curly, thick.
We are not happy.
As you say
Mona or tsimi sabza powder
Well then.
A rock
Nadi sa laba, Kochi
No problem, no water running.
Oh my word
A little bit
Where is Moby?
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It's not funny anymore.
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SRAM Euro Balkans fault reading
Another is Kavanagh Lee
So I asked you
B. Crocker, PCI, Ph.D.
Let's discuss this together
D, you have school.
Jane, Roxy, Jack K. Dirk
My opinion
We know.
Kaluk and J. sparbus, d.
Rikal, Ralidbele from Singapore.
I don't know what Padimo is saying
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It's not funny anymore.
d Andhra Vasti Photo Harry V High School.
SRAM Euro Balkans fault reading
No mushrooms, no mushrooms, no mushrooms.
This is the world.
T 1 SW T 0 B 8 B 8 B C 3 Note
Deer attack several times
Lydia is here for $6.
Denmark is a country
A week.
Lesento talks to Mitch and Hussein and we are there.
Apollo T. Queen Oprah
However, download the MP3 for free.
Use in cake.
Basil Word from USA.B.
This is Jai Mola's place.
Yes, it happens.
Some of them are shiny or black.
The Shoemaker's Wife The Tailor's Wife
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The laughter stopped.
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A cow
Samkar's life goes on.
Do you like Leo?
Samkar's life goes on.
SRAM Euro Balkans fault reading
Samkar's life goes on.
They are alone.
Samkar's life goes on.
SRAM Euro Balkans fault reading
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He's got vague ideas floating around in that tiny plastic noggin of his that'll need some quality contacts if he ever feels like making good on them, and she's high on the list of candidates.
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Louder • Sebastian
Pairings: Noah Sebastian x FemReader
Words: 1.1k
Warnings: Smut (18+), unprotected PnV (pls wrap it before you tap it), swearing, slight choking, fem fingering, eye contact. (even if you squint hard enough there is like, no plot, oops)
Prompt: You know what they say, vocalists do it louder.
Authors note: 1/4 of the prompt: “vocalists do it louder, bassists do it deeper, guitarists finger faster, drummers do it harder.” Which member do you want next? ;)
THIS IS A FIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SITUATIONS! I AM NOT IMPLYING THEY WOULD DO THIS / DID THIS / WOULD ACT LIKE THIS IRL. THIS FIC IS JUST FOR FUN, AND DOES NOT INTERPRET THE MEMBER IRL IN ANY WAY. ITS FICTION! THINK OF THEM LIKE AN ACTOR! lol
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Well, you know what they say, vocalists do it louder.
“I got the mirror so you can watch yourself while I’m fucking you.”
Noah whispered in your ear as you stood in front of your reflections. He stood behind you, his tall figure looming over you as his chest pressed into your back. You watched as Noah’s eyes traced every curve of your body, absorbing your image with so much desire. Noah’s hands trailed up and down your body delicately, the tips of his inked fingers grazing across the bare skin of your torso, goosebumps rising across your arms with every lingering moment.
Trailing down to your waistband Noah’s fingers tugged at your thong, running his finger suggestively between the hem, watching your body shudder with anticipation, and you felt your abdomen clench through the rush of lust he inflicted upon you. His lips found their way behind your ear. As he kissed his way down, Noah’s hand slid across your abdomen, his long fingers dipping into your lace panties.
You wore them just for him, hoping that when he came home from rehearsal he would notice how your oversized t-shirt would ride up, exposing your lower half that beckoned for his attention.
“You’re not wearing shorts underneath?” He had said, noticing how you sat suggestively on the couch, resting on your side, ass facing the doorway.
“It’s too warm,” you had shrugged, your lip finding its way between your teeth as you bit back a smile, watching Noah’s eyes flicker between your body and eyes. His hair was messy from exhaustion, but his eyes turned dark with admiration. You couldn’t help but notice the way his white t-shirt hung loosely on his perfect body, his short black shorts covering his already hardening self he held you in a chokehold, just by how good he looked.
“You’re so fucking wet, already?” Noah let out a low groan as he stiffened against you, pressing into your body as his free hand crossed over your body, holding your hips into him with his one arm. “I’ve barely even touched you.”
Noah’s fingers ran teasingly through your arousal, slipping the tip of his finger before pulling them back up, barely brushing over the spot you needed most. Your stomach clenched even more in hope, praying he would touch you where you wanted him most.
“Please Noah,” you whispered in desperation, it was almost embarrassing how much control he held over you. “I need you to touch me, please.”
Noah loved hearing you plead for him. He was such a whore for begging and praises from you that he couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips as you mumbled his name, soft exhales being taken from your mouth. Noah loved being wanted, he loved being desired, and he knew that he would get that by teasing you.
“What do you want from me?” Noah’s teeth grazed along your collarbone. Your hands travelled to push his further into you, desperate for any amount of friction.
“Your fingers, fucking me, please,” you began to squirm from the torment, his fingers once again teasing. “Noah please.”
His lips parted into a satisfied smile, his face resting between the crook of your neck as you leaned back into him, letting go. Noah finally pushed his fingers into you, curling them as his palm rubbed against your desire.
You closed your eyes in relief, your body becoming limp from the release of tension.
“Eyes open,” Noah said, and you obeyed, attempting to maintain eye contact with the deep brown eyes through the mirror in front of you.
His absolute favourite was when you watched him worship you. He loved as your eyes became lidded from ecstasy, but you tried your best to fight the urge to close them and succumb to his fingers. Noah loved the way your lips parted gently, eyebrows furrowing.
He played with your body, hands grazing over your stomach and chest, allowing himself to explore what was his; but his arousal got the best of him as he rolled his hips behind you, desperate for friction himself.
Noah rested on his knees, holding you down onto his lap. You knew both your thighs would burn from this position, but this was how he could hit the spot you needed. He slipped his fingers out from you, before pulling his shorts down, barely enough to expose himself.
He was so desperate to be inside your body he couldn’t take the three seconds to remove his clothes.
“Do you want me to take these off-“ you began, ready to pull your underwear down your hips but Noah’s hand pulled yours away.
“On,” he said hastily, tugging the lace to the side, holding it in place between his three fingers, before positioning himself below you.
“Noah I-“ but he was already thrusting into you, your arousal guiding him with ease.
Moans escaped Noah’s lips, his body shuddering underneath you as he began to pant.
You always thought you’d be the vocal one, considering how well Noah has always treated you; but the amount of lust Noah felt as he fucked you left him a complete vocal mess. Nothing turned you on more than Noah’s pornographic moans, knowing that it was your body wrapped around him that made him crumble beneath you.
Your knees and thighs ached as he pounded into you from behind, but the sexual desire of Noah’s body taking over your left you unable to comprehend what was going on.
“Oh fuck Noah,” you cried, and his free hand ran up your chest, wrapping around your throat, his fingers gently squeezing your skin. Noah’s other hand left your underwear, his forearm crossing your stomach as he held you firmly against his body, his pace never ceasing. You watched as he pounded into you, your eyes meeting his in the reflection. The sight was beautiful.
“Oh my god Y/N you feel so fucking good,” Noah’s deep groans vibrated against the back of your head as he caged your body onto his. Noah’s hips thrust upwards, causing your limbs to shake as your body began to warm, climbing towards your release.
“I- Noah,” words were barely able to leave your lips before a loud whale left you collapsing.
Noah grunted loudly with every thrust, pushing into you with his sounds as he released, allowing himself to freely control your body, “fuck Y/N, I love it when you moan. Let the entire neighbourhood know you’re mine.”
Noah’s voice rang through your ears as he rode out his high, gripping your hips, his hair cascading over his face.
You were both left panting, chests heaving as you watched each other in the mirror again, sharing a smile. You loved how even after giving himself completely to you, Noah’s soft side always shone through. He adored you, and everything you offered.
“I fucking love you.” Noah’s face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, face flushing as he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you.
You let your arm fall back and run your fingers through his hair, smiling, “I love how vocal you are.”
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1/4 ;) who’s next?
Ps. sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written since I Was Always Yours. Writers block is a bitch. BUT I have a mini story that was requested in the works (hoping it’ll work out!) but I thought these would be quick and easy, AND I could do one for each member! :p
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Dirty Boy
Pretty Boy
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Will Ramos
Content Warnings: 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, humiliation (?), sext
A/N: This was supposed to be Good Boy, but… well.. I once again lost track of my original idea. Expect a third part at some point.
Word Count: 2.2k
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Weeks went by without so much as a ‘hello’ from Noah; when they did talk, it was short and bittersweet, leaving Will wanting more.
Despite his efforts, Will couldn’t erase that night from his mind. Countless nights were spent with it replaying. He could still feel the knife at his throat, the hands freely roaming his chest and fingers wrapping around his cock. On the more vivid nights, he could still taste Noah and feel the weight of him on his tongue. The mask he left behind sat on his bedside table, his cologne still lingering in the fabric.
Will wondered if Noah would shower him in praise or scold him for his salacious dreams. Would he be proud or full of shame knowing just how often Will spent touching himself, nose buried in his ski mask and desperately chasing after the euphoria he craved to have again, only to come up miserably unfulfilled?
He tried to ignore the throbbing erection threatening to burst through his boxer briefs, frustratedly tossing and turning waiting for sleep to claim him. Will needed Noah again like he need fucking air. His lustful infatuation was driving him to the brink of insanity.
His hand took on a mind of its own, wandering slowly across his bare chest. He thought of Noah, his large hands and slender fingers. His breath and lips on his neck, teeth grazing his skin. Will imagined his exploring, teasing touch and condescending smirk.
He trailed his hand lower, pressing his fingertips against his stomach before he palmed his confined, aching cock painstakingly slow. Will brought his other hand to his throat and gently grasped. He exhaled a shaky breath as he slipped his fingers past his waistband. Delicately, he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip, softly moaning while smearing his precum all around.
Will shimmied his underwear down, cock springing free and standing at full attention. He reached for the ski mask and brought it to his nose. The woodsy and citrus scent started to fade, but if he focused hard enough, he could still smell it.
In the solace and shadows of his room, Will let his mind and pathetic whimpers run free. Desperately, he tried to mimic the way Noah touched him—twisting soft and slow up and down his shaft, teasing his tip with a featherlight caress, but it just wasn’t the same. So clearly he could visualize the moment, a picture perfect image of Noah’s tattooed fingers and hand wrapping around his dick. He remembered the feeling and it frustrated him that it was the one thing he couldn’t recreate.
The tension forming in his gut promised to be unfulfilling just like every other time. Regardless, he chased after mediocrity, ready to be done and try to go back to sleep.
Buzzing from his nightstand distracted him right at the cusp climax. Try as he might, he couldn’t ignore it, the incessant vibrating irritating his ears.
“Goddammit.” Will huffed, annoyed.
He dropped the mask on his chest and reached for his phone, fully intending to decline the call—until he saw the name. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Oh, good! You are awake!”
“Hey Noah. What—” Will cleared his throat. “What’s up?”
“Out of breath again?” Noah said amused. “Are you walking home?”
Will glanced down at his hand wrapped around his cock. He could lie and say yes, but he couldn’t think of any excuse.
“Uh,” he cleared his throat again. “N-no.”
Will could almost see the crooked smile on Noah’s face.
“Oh? Am I interrupting something this time?”
“No, I was just… sleeping.” That wasn’t very convincing, he thought. “The phone scared me awake.”
Licking his lips, Will held his breath as he started moving his hand again. He put all his focus on staying quiet while Noah talked. The sound of his voice added fuel to the fire in his loins. Will quickened his pace, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his moan. Shameful elation surged through him.
It was exhilarating—the risk of being found out, Noah seemingly completely oblivious to his sleazy actions. Will bit down harder on his lip as his mind ran wild. What would Noah think, his pretty boy tainted by insurmountable lust? Noah’s pretty, good boy. That’s what Will was. It’s all he wanted to be. A deep groan rumbled in his chest, unbeknownst to him.
Pressure built in his gut. This was so wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this—but the taboo of it all helped soothe some of the intense burning that’d been the bane of his existence for weeks.
Noah’s name weighed heavily on his tongue. He wanted to let it free, let him know how just the thought of him and his voice drove him insane, but he swallowed it down.
“Will?”
“Hm?” Will tried to mask his moan, exhaling a staggered breath.
“Are you listening to me?”
Absolutely not, he thought.
“Yeah.” His response was low and strained.
God, he was so close. His breathing was becoming harder to control. Just a little more. Will needed just a little more of his scent flooding his nostrils, a little more Noah’s smooth, deep voice. His grip was slipping and he didn’t care. Will inhaled, filling his lungs with air and Noah’s cologne. He needed Noah to keep talking. He needed to drown himself in Noah’s scent.
“What did I say?”
Shit. Shit. Panic set in. Will had no idea, not even an inkling of what he was rambling about. He’d completely blocked out every word Noah said. Music? That seemed likely. Maybe something about the mask he’d yet to return?
Will let go of his dick and ruffled his hair, trying to kickstart his brain.
“You were talking, uh,—“ Blank. Not a thought to be found. Fuck.
Noah chuckled condescendingly. “You’re a dirty little fuck, aren’t you?”
His words caught him off guard. Will briefly felt offended then realized that’s exactly what he was. Red hot heat spread over his cheeks and face.
The call ended abruptly, deepening the embarrassment he felt. His heart sank to his stomach. Noah didn’t sound like he was bothered, but maybe he was. Though, Will wasn’t sure how he could have possibly found out. It’s not like he was being loud or obvious—at least he hoped not.
Ashamed, Will stared between at his erection and the mask on his chest. Any chance he had of a satisfying orgasm was now long gone. He almost wanted to deny himself the faux pleasure, but knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he did. Despite his shame and humiliation, he was too wound up to ignore it.
His phone vibrated and lit up, startling him. His heart jumped to his throat. It was Noah again, only now he was FaceTiming.
Will sat up, reaching for the bedside lamp and turned it on. He leaned against his headboard, watching his phone ring. Every one of his muscles thumped along to the racing of his heart. His finger hovered over decline. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t.
All the moisture in his mouth evaporated, leaving behind a painful dryness. His skin was on fire and the air around him suddenly felt thick in his lungs. Blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy. The lust and desire that had been festering inside him since he laid down threatened to burn him alive.
If disaster struck right now, Will wouldn't know. His eyes were glued to the phone screen.
“I don’t mind if you’d rather watch, but I was hoping you’d join me.”
Will barely registered he was being spoken to, absolutely enamored, mesmerized, and blessed by the sight of a fully nude Noah relaxing comfortably in his office chair, crooked smile plastered on his face. Light from his computer illuminated him while the red LEDs consumed the rest of the room. The low angle allowed him to see Noah’s large cock and the hand wrapped around it in all its splendored glory. His other hand hung loosely at his hip, his long fingers every so often delicately brushing his balls.
Noah’s soft moan went straight to Will’s forgotten and throbbing erection.
“What’s wrong? Have I embarrassed my pretty boy?” Noah rasped as he squeezed the base of his dick and slowly stroked up the length, pulling a low, rumbly moan from his throat.
The underlying mocking tone in his voice and pet name made Will twitch.
He was still embarrassed, but it was an afterthought. All that filled his mind was how badly he wished he could touch Noah, how he craved having him buried down his throat, happily and blissfully choking.
Unable to bear the ache any longer, Will firmly grasped his neglected cock and gave it a few slow strokes before settling on a quick pace. He gasped breathlessly, nearly dropping his phone because of how good it felt.
He awkwardly positioned his phone and body to give Noah the best view possible.
“Fucking Christ, look at you,” the gravel in his voice sent a delightful shiver up Will’s spine. “You look so hot.”
How Noah meant that, Will didn’t know, nor did he really care. All his attention and focus was on his hand and the building ecstasy in his loins. He worked faster when he realized the release he’d been craving for weeks was finally within reach.
Will watched Noah’s hands, how his thumb teased the head of his cock, fingers softly running along the vein, the other hand delicately cupping his balls. Noah shifted in his seat and spread his legs a little wider. He muttered a swear, the muscles in his thighs flexing and relaxing.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” Noah breathed, “This is all because of you and your dirty fucking—“
His words were interrupted by a choked whimper of his name from Will.
“Say it again.” He commanded.
It should have been shameful how easily and eagerly Will obeyed Noah like a loyal dog, whining and calling out his name in every pathetic way he could, but he was far beyond being ashamed.
“Such a good boy. A good, dirty boy.”
Will felt his face grow hotter, the praise of warming his already blazing skin.
“Is that my mask? Have you been using it?”
Will nodded, mustering enough air to mutter a shaky, weak “yes”.
“Oh fuck,” Noah groaned, his strokes long and slow. “What have you been doing? Smelling it like a creep? Using it as a cum rag?”
The thought crossed his mind, but then he’d have to wash it, and Will wasn’t ready to let go of his smell just yet.
Will watched in a lust filled daze, the muscles in Noah’s neck and jaw tensing, mouth slightly gaping with ragged breaths. He would give anything to be there right now. Seeing and hearing him through a phone screen was almost as torturous as only having his recreated fantasies.
Noah quickly grabbed his phone and angled the screen towards his cock, giving Will a splendid view as it twitched and unloaded, shooting thick, white ropes all over the screen. Oh how he wished there weren’t screens between them.
Will tightened his grip on the phone, a deep moan erupting from his chest as his own climax gave way, at long last finally getting the pure satisfactory bliss he’d been craving. Hips slightly raised, he tore his gaze from Noah, watching his own cum spill over his hand and stomach.
“Fuck.” He whined, loud and low, milking his cock for every drop.
Both men heaved heavy breaths. Noah visibly sunk back into his office chair, pure bliss and contentment on his face. Will looked between the mess on his hand and stomach, unsure of how to end the call to clean up.
“Hey Will?” Noah said.
Will turned his attention to his phone. Noah’s body was no longer in frame, replaced instead by his flushed face. His eyes landed on Noah’s lips.
“There’s cum all over you.”
Noah stuck out his tongue and made a show of licking his semen from his screen. Will sucked in a quick breath. The obscenity fried his brain.
“Mm, that’s much better.” A sly smirk spread across Noah’s face.
Feeling bold, Will brought his hand to his mouth. He ignored Noah’s curious gaze and delicately licked the cum from his hand, wishing it was Noah he tasted instead.
“What a dirty boy you are.”
Will stared flabbergasted at him.
“Me?! You just licked your fucking phone!”
Noah laughed, not an ounce of shame on his face.
“Touché. Although—” The way Noah’s eyes darkened sent a shiver up Will’s spine.
“I’d love to see how much more vulgar and dirty you can be.”
The call ended, Noah once again abruptly cutting their conversation short.
Will knew what he meant, but still wondered what exactly he had in mind. He stared at the mess he made then at the mask still on his chest. An idea sprung to mind. Will acted quickly before he talked himself out of it, using the mask to wipe up the semen then draped it over his dick. He snapped a photo and sent it to Noah.
He tossed the cum stained mask to his nightstand along with his phone and turned off the bedside light. As he was stuffing himself back into his underwear, a text from Noah came through. Will expected a response, but what he didn’t expect was the pure, absolute, unfiltered filth.
Hastily, he set aside his phone and tried to ignore the raunchy images creeping inside his brain. The more he tried, the more hot and bothered he became.
Sleep would evade Will again that night—and many more after.
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anonymous asked: "I saw requests are still open and was wanting to request a cute little friends to lovers with Matt? If they’re not open totally ignore this 😅 I love you work!!"
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Matt Dierkes x ace afab!reader. She/her pronouns. Fluff. 2,850 words.
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“Bryan is down for the count,” Noah announces and then he shrugs and adds, “well he's down for at least a week.” Their friend and on tour photographer and caught a nasty bug somewhere along the line, halfway into tour and the band was equal parts worried as well as wondering what they would do next.
“We don't need a photographer for the next few shows, right?” Folio asks, trying his best to be helpful.
“We could just ask y/n,” adds Matt in a tone that was way too nonchalant for the exchange of looks the band gave each other at his suggestion. “She does tour photography and she's really good,” he continues, pushing the idea of his friend, you, filling in for a bit.
The band cast knowing glances at each other - it didn't matter how often Matt referred to you as just his friend or how much he convinced himself it was true, they were all waiting for the moment that he inevitably realized that he was ass over heels in love with you. It hadn't happened yet, obviously, but they knew it was coming soon and the prospect of you joining them on tour for a short time would surely help him realize his true feelings.
Of course, you were almost as bad as Matt was. It was clear to the band that you had feelings for Matt too, but you didn't act on them, probably because you couldn't see that he liked you back.
“Well,” Noah says, looking at his bandmates for confirmation, “alright. Have her meet us at the next venue if she agrees and make sure you purchase her plane tickets,” Noah adds on.
Of course you agreed. There was no chance that you would have ever denied Matt something, especially if he needed you. Sure it wasn't just Matt who needed you, but it was Matt that mattered. You met the band at the venue, as per Noah, and rolled your suitcase towards their van, your camera back slung over your shoulder.
“You made it,” Matt greets you, taking your suitcase without being asked and pulling it onto the bus. “You get the bunk under mine, Noah made sure we made you space,” he gestures to the bunk in question and gives you a smile. “Right now we're starting to load gear into the venue.”
There's a moment of silence as you two get caught up in staring into each other's eyes, each of you searching for the right thing to say next. He wanted to mention how happy he was that you had come and you wanted to tell him how excited you were to work with him but somehow neither of you managed to speak.
“No fucking on the bus, that was your own rule, Matt,” the sound of Noah's voice breaks the silence as he pops his head in and both you and Matt go red in the cheeks as you both blush. “Come help us load, some of this gear is front of house after all.”
You both jumped to action, immediately going to load gear and constantly bumping into each other while giggling about it.
“$20 that we catch them fucking,” Folio pipes up as he, Jolly, and Ruffilo watch you and Matt giggling at each other and constantly finding ways to bump into or touch one another.
Jolly shakes his head. “She's ace, remember? So $20 that we catch them making out at most.”
“No way,” Ruffilo shakes his head. “They're both too dumb to realize they're in love.”
“Bets on,” replies Folio. “If you we win you owe us both $20 and dinner.”
“I'll take that bet,” Ruffilo agrees.
You are nothing but professional as the concert rages on. You move across the stage and sidelines with ease, taking shot after shot of the band and the crowd. As always, Noah knows how to hype up his fans, how to make them scream in excitement or shout so loud that people outside surely wonder what the fuck is going on. You grab a bunch of shots, knowing that many of them will end up looking super cool for their collective social medias. When the concert is over, you immediately go to help load gear back up into the bus.
A hand brushes your own, both of you grabbing the handle of a case at the same time and you look up into Matt's eyes and laugh. “Sorry, it's all yours if you wanna load it out,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I think it's the last bit that needs to be loaded back up.”
Matt's hand remains atop your own on the handle and he can't help the way that you make him smile and he's convinced himself that he doesn't feel those flutter of butterfly wings in his gut when you give him your attention. The very idea that someone as kind and beautiful as you could like him, the self proclaimed Hater King, just didn't compute in his mind. Here you were, a million ways different then him just in the very nature you had to be soft and kind when he prides himself on being a hater, on being mean when it was called for. In his mind, your very friendship was probably created out of kindness alone.
“I've got it,” he answers after a short moment, finally letting your hand free from where it was trapped between his hand and the handle. “You can go ahead and head back to the bus.”
When Matt finally made his way onto the bus, he was ready to crash. His days were pretty go, go, go since he was tour manager for such a successful band and so it went past his head when he crawled into his bunk that a few people were missing.
You, Folio, and Davis had wandered off in search of a quick, nearby place to grab food for yourselves and luckily the venue wasn't too far from a little restaurant that was open late, seeming to carry more towards the late night hungry drunks or people with the munchies after a show. Food had been purchased and the three of you began your journey back to the bus.
“So what's up with you and Matt?” Davis asks, ignoring the glances Folio was suddenly giving him because he was unaware of the earlier bet that had been placed. “You two are cute together.”
For the second time that day, your cheeks brighten, flooding with warmth. “I don't know what you mean,” you say quickly, avoiding Davis’ eyes. “He's my best friend, that's all.”
A disbelieving sound comes out of Davis and Folio cuts him off before he can even speak. “You and Matt should just make out and then go from there!” The idea was absolutely biased on his bet with Jolly and Ruffilo, which you didn't know, so all you could do was let your jaw drop open as you stare at him.
“Ignore him,” Davis says, patting your shoulder as the bus comes into view. “He's suffering from dumbass-itis.”
You scurry onto the bus, fleeing the conversation and head straight to Matt's bunk.
He wakes up a little annoyed when his curtain is pulled back, flooding light into his face but then his stomach growls as he catches the scent of food and his eyes land on you.
“Here, I got your favorite,” you tell him, holding up the pastic bag full of Styrofoam and plastic containers of food that you had purchased for him. His heart does a little sommersault in his chest as he hops out of the bunk and takes the food you offered. “Should we eat together?”
“Thanks,” he murmurs, letting you lead him to the sitting area in the back of the bus. Some of the band sits back there, doing their own thing, others are already crammed into their bunks. “This smells amazing, but I might just be starving,” Matt states as the two of you huddle together and begin opening up containers of food.
It's like you're both suddenly in a world of your own as you pass food to each other, sharing without asking as you settle into a comfortable atmosphere. The two of you are at ease with each other, an ease that had grown over years of friendship.
“Try this,” you say, holding up the fork to Matt's mouth, wanting to share how good the food you ordered for yourself was.
There's no hesitation or question, he leans forward, fully trusting you, and lets you feed him with your fork. “Oh, that's to die for,” he agrees before cracking open a Dr Pepper, handing it to you for you to take the first sip.
You're both so lost in your world together that neither of you even notice the way you're watched by the band. The knowing looks they share with one another, as if to say it's only a matter of time before you and Matt stumble upon each other's true feelings. In the meantime, you two sit and giggle together, literally feeding each other bites of food and sharing Dr Peppers. (Were you literally anyone else, Matt would have bit your fingers off for even looking at his Dr Pepper.)
It was also no real surprise to the band when the two of you retired to Matt's bunk to watch anime together, only to end up falling asleep in each other's arms.
“We're this close to winning the bet,” says Jolly upon the discovery that you and Matt were snuggled up together in his bunk, fast asleep.
Noah runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and away from his face. “What bet?” He asks, stealing Ruffilo's hair brush and sticking out his tongue before running it through his short hair. “Maybe I want in.”
“We're betting against Ruffilo that Matt and y/n get caught making out,” Jolly replies.
Folio laughs. “I added the whole crew to a group chat for taking bets about this.” He waves his phone a little and Noah laughs.
“Add me to Nicholas’ side. These two are dumbasses,” Noah decides.
Your time with the band passes quickly. You spend your days working, taking photos and helping load and unload gear or pitching in a hand in different places where it's needed. Teamwork was important on tour and you were definitely a team player. After leaving the venue at night, you and Matt would take turns being the one to pick up and buy dinner for each other, followed by falling asleep in his bunk while watching anime. It was a comfortable routine, one in which you had reminded yourself over and over again, was a routine definitely made by friends. Because surely, Matt was probably interested in someone who just wasn't you…. right?
Nevertheless, with Bryan returning, you found everyone in both the band and crew acting strange. A little… antsy, you supposed. Except for Ruffilo and Noah, who seemed to be overly excited, though you really weren't sure why.
You stood outside the bus, waiting for an uber to come pick you up and take you to the airport. It felt a little bittersweet to return home.
Matt stood with you, holding your camera bag over his shoulder, almost like he was contemplating holding it hostage so that you would stay.
“I'll miss your company,” he says after a moment of quiet. “It's not the same with my other friends,” friends. There was that word again, giving you a little stab in the heart, one that you smiled through. “It's not like I can watch anime in bed with Noah after all, he doesn't even fit into his own bunk.”
You both laugh a little. “I'll miss you too,” you reply. “I'll email you all the shots I took once they've been edited.”
You and Matt stare at each other in awkward silence, both wanting to say more but too shy and nervous to do so.
“JUST KISS ALREADY HOLY SHIT.” You both whip your heads around to see Folio, among many others, watching from the bus’ windows, Folio had stuck his head out to yell at you and was now being yanked back inside.
Your uber arriving spared you and Matt from the embarrassment of having to deal with Folio's shouts and you slipped into the car without another word.
Matt watched you leave and then looked back at the bus, where his friends were slowly coming out, almost all of them looking annoyed as they began pulling out their wallets and handing cash over to Ruffilo and Noah.
“What the fuck?” was all Matt could get out, too many questions swarming his head for him to ask any individual questions.
“We took bets on you and y/n finally realizing you're in love with each other and making out about it,” Ruffilo says, proudly holding his stack of $20s. “Noah and I bet that you were both too stupid to admit your feelings.”
“Wait what. Are you saying she likes me?” Matt definitely felt stupid for having to ask.
“Fucking DUH,” says Folio, grumbling over his lost bet. “You don't see any of us looking at you with heart eyes,” he pauses, looking a little mischievous. “Run to her! Meet her at the airport and make out so Ruffilo and Noah lose the bet!”
“This isn't a romcom, Folio, he wouldn't make it in time nor would security let him through without a ticket,” Noah answers, shoving his wad of cash in his pocket.
“What if we ask the bus driver to put the pedal to the metal?” Folio adds and it was clear that in his head, he was imagining a high speed race in the tour bus, all the way to the airport.
The bus driver handed Ruffilo a $20. “Not happening, Folio.”
The rest of the tour passed Matt by, equally too slow and too fast. He loved seeing his boys on stage, watching them perform for hundreds of excited fans who screamed back every word, every lyric, with love. He also really wanted to get home and have a Hallmark movie moment with you.
Unfortunately, it was probably going to be less of a Hallmark romantic movie moment and more of a romcom given the fact that as soon as the band learned that he was going to your house to talk to you, all four of them crammed themselves into his car and refused to leave.
So he knocked on your door in the middle of the night with four grown men standing behind him, passing around fucking popcorn as if his life was a fucking movie. He had half a mind to turn around and tell them all off when your door swung open, revealing you standing there in pajamas.
“Oh, hey guys,” you greet, clearly a little confused at the party on your doorstep. “What's up?”
He had spent the entirety of the rest of the tour, planning what he would say to you and imagining out scenarios in his head where he was cool and suave and swept you off your feet. Instead none of that happened and Matt ended up blurting out, “I love you,” and immediately wanting to kick himself. “I mean - yeah, no, that's what I mean exactly but it was supposed to sound cooler and also there wasn't supposed to be an audience,” Folio waved, “and it was supposed to be-”
You cut Matt off by pulling him into a kiss, one that was met with cheers and even some pelted popcorn.
“Me too,” you say, parting from the kiss and grinning up at Matt as your heart did little leaps into your throat. “Wanna come in and watch anime?”
“I would love to,” he replies, taking your hand and letting your pull him into the house, the door slamming shut on Jolly, Noah, and the Nicks.
“So what now?” Noah asks, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Do we just go home?”
Folio hops over to a window at the side of the house and presses his face against the glass. “I can see into the living room!” He announces. “They're making out!”
Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah exchange looks before immediately crowding around next to Folio, spying in the window and watching you and Matt make out on your couch.
They would have been content to stay and watch the “show”, if it weren't for the concerned neighbors who called the authorities because three grown men were peeing into windows.
“Should we call Matt and tell him that we're getting arrested?” Noah asks, climbing into the back of the police cruiser.
“No, he's gonna be mad. Let's call Bryan,” Ruffilo answers.
You and Matt made out for a bit and then settled into the couch to snuggle and continue binge watching anime together.
“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You ask with a giggle.
“I wouldn't wanna date anyone else,” he replies, giving you another little kiss.
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all that effort to still be bound by strings... figured you'd avoid that shit after last time
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