#hoping this doesn't flop lmao

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

He's 3D now!!! (More of him!!)

This was actually a major pain to make since I haven't used Blockbench in a while but he's finally in his natural habitat.

(And once I figure it out I will for sure model his assistant form......)

(Reblogs and comments would be appreciated!!! Individual shots are below the cut)

[padmesbox]

— Antonio Gramsci [insp x & x]

[copia]

20/04/25 birmingham ritual goers! would you like free prints? 💜

i drew and printed these tickets to hand out in the queue, since we don't get physical tickets nowadays and someone has to fix that - a few things went wrong in birmingham and i didn't get a chance to do it. i've got loads chilling on my desk now and would love to send them out to anyone who wants one! if i paid shipping i'd have no money left so i've put them up on ko-fi for the cost of a stamp plus an envelope. i'm not making money from this and i don't want to! just wish i could have handed them out on the day, and this is the next best thing.

they're £1 for uk people! let me know if you'd like more than one in the same envelope, because that'll obviously be the same cost :3

ko-fi link 💜

[dandeleon]

ok this post is literally immune to tags i made a semi blank post & that showed up in tags so i edited it to add the pictures & stuff & it literally vanished from tags wtfff😭😭

[skybluekagikun]

I haven't seen anyone mention this yet soooo..... anyone wanna make any predictions for who Haikara will get as guest voices for the monsters of the week? 🤔 Anyone on your wish list?

[novemberthee5th]

Good Omens | Season 2, Episode 2

[poolboyservice]

warning for very long post underneath cut LMAO you've been warned

What Are Starry Vampires? 

Starry Vampires, alternative named Heliacal Soldiers, is a term to describe individuals, or vampires, who are directly related to and/or part star[s]. There's many types of Starry Vampires, however, the entire bloodline of these vampires originate from, well, the stars.

It's not exactly known on how they are born, but they are considered to be alien life by the Starry Vampires Association (SVA), due to their origins being outside of Earth, despite their human appearance and/or origins.

We'll first go through the abilities a Starry Vampire may have, next go through the different types there are, then we'll go through specific factoids about Starry Vampires, and afterwards we'll talk about specific phenomena that occur in these creatures of the stars.

The Abilities of a Starry Vampire

Nothing truly makes someone stand out like abilities and skills can do. Starry Vampires are no exception, as they have approximately 27 recognized abilities since their first recorded appearance. However, for the sake of space, and your sanity, only five will be listed.

- Ability to turn into a bat

Pretty self explanatory, nothing much to be said. However, for some variations (i.e. Star-Borns), they may turn into orbs of light for transportation, or glittery dust (aka mist).

- Turning others into vampires

All Starry Vampires have this ability, which is often done via biting, but it can also occur if you inject vampire blood into your veins (NOTE: Vampire Blood is different from Vampiric Stardust, which will further explained in Janus-faced Dhampirs)

- Super Strength

Self explanatory

- Psychic Connection with Other Vampires

This often occurs when older or higher ranking vampires are capable of hearing low ranking or younger vampires, often their disciples however, for other connections, such as young-by-young connection, it can be caused by a Constellation Phenomenon, which will be explained later.

- Rebirth

This will be extended onto later, however, for Star-Borns, and a partial percentage of human-turned-vampires, when a Starry Vampire is injured enough, or at the brink of death, there is a chance that instead of dying or dissolving into dust, they will reincarnate into a new vampire.

- Psychic Abilities in general

Although mostly witnessed within specific Agonizers, most Constellations, and very powerful Star-Borns, Starry Vampires can hold the ability of telekinesis, and other psychic abilities. Outside of mindreading/mind-commanding, this ability allows a vampire to do what's included but not limited to: move things with their mind, seeing the ghosts of the dead, and/or sense if someone is a Hybrid Dhampir, Zombie, Werewolf or other non-vampire species.

There are many more abilities they withhold, but these are the most notable, as much of the other abilities (i.e. mind control/hypnotizing, immortality, and so on) are pretty much in all aspects of a vampire, and are not specific to any variation of Starry Vampires

The Types of Starry Vampires

As like with all species in and out of the world, Starry Vampires also have variations, though, it ultimately depends on their origin, and whether they were born this way, or have been turned, among other things. We'll start with the first, and the start of it all: Star-Born Vampires.

Star-Born Vampires

Alternatively called Originals, Star-Borns are vampires that are born directly from stars. They are often much older than most of the Starry Vampires that will be mentioned here, however, there can still be newer/younger Star-Borns, though not as much compared to other variations. They have the most accessibility to the powers mentioned, among other abilities exclusively unique to them.

They are somewhat immune to the sun, especially as elders, however, they are weaker and/or sensitive to Earth-originated objects, such as stakes, plants, sparkling water, and so on. It's also noted that contrary to other vampires listed, Star-Borns do age, just much, much slower than humans or Dhampirs. They may go through a process nicknamed Metempsychosis, which will be discussed later.

Agonizers

Agonizers are human-turned-vampires that have given entirely into their star-made vampirism, mostly giving up their humanity. They have more access to their vampiric abilities compared to other human-turned-vampires, however, in turn, they are easily more influenced by Star-Borns and elders, and may struggle with holding a sense of self, or may even become a different individual entirely. 

It isn't exactly certain if the previous person they were is still there, however, for some Agonizers, they can hold memories of the past person they were. Some even say they can still hold on humanity if they fight enough, though the results have been mixed. They often do not age, and are more sensitive to the sun to where it is lethal, however, they are stronger/more immune to Earth-originated items, contrary to Star-Borns.

Grievers

Grievers, or alternatively Griefers, are the in-between of being a full ledged Agonizer, and a Human/Dhampir. These are human-turned-vampires that have not given up their humanity, but have been turned into a vampire nonetheless. They may struggle with obtaining or controlling specific abilities, and also are still sensitive to the sun. Grievers very much obtain just about all memories and sense of self, while also being passively influenced by Star-Borns or elders time to time.

Grievers are titled such, as in reference to the grief and internal conflict you may feel when becoming a vampire, due to having inhuman desires clash with human emotions.

Janus-faced Dhampirs

Also titled "Fake-pires" by Star-Borns and Agonizers alike, Janus-faced Dhampirs is what happens when a human somehow absorbs Vampiric Stardust into themselves. To quickly summarize, Vampiric Stardust is what comes out of a Starry Vampire when burnt, or incinerated, by the sun.

Janus-faced Dhampirs are unable to be turned by low ranking or non-elder vampires, as they technically have some of the cells that makes a Starry Vampire, which renders them unable to be turned. However, they cannot turn other people. They age just about the same as a human if not slightly slower, though they live longer, approximately 300 years. That's pretty much all there is to a Janus-faced Dhampir, as they can still die by natural means, and do not have any unique abilities. It is essentially what people consider a "treatment" to avoid vampirism, though they can still be turned by elders, and/or well experienced Star-Borns.

Hybrid Dhampirs

What is considered to be the only true dhampir by many, Hybrid Dhampirs is what happens when a Starry Vampire has a child with a Human, or a non-vampire individual in general. Contrary to Janus-faced Dhampirs, Hybrid Dhampirs actually do have special abilities akin to regular vampires, however, likewise with Grievers, they will often struggle at obtaining powers or building their skill, if not, have even more difficulty than Grievers.

This is where a lot of information on Hybrid Dhampirs get a bit muddy, as each and every Hybrid is different from the last. For example, the first recorded Hybrid Dhampir was nothing more than a farmboy who was slightly sensitive to the sun, could not be killed by vampires, and did not have any special abilities. However, for other Hybrids, they may burn into ash the second they step into the sun, akin to Agonizers, or are capable of turning others into vampires. Some may live the life of a regular human, while others may live to be immortal. It's really all randomized chance.

Some people even say that if a Hybrid were to bite any kind of vampire, possibly even Star-Borns, they become human, or a dhampir as well. But that's all just rumors.. Right?

The Quirks of a Starry Vampire

Traits are something that all vampires and hybrids pretty much obtain (with a few exceptions), as it is part of their genetic code, or hierarchy. However, as of recent, the traits and the phenomena category for vampires have fused into one, as it's noted that their origins are similar. Either way, each quirk talked here will be noted to be either a trait or a phenomenon, to avoid confusion when meeting or becoming a Starry Vampire.

Constellations

Also titled a "death oath", Constellations is a trait that describes a situation where two or more Starry Vampires, regardless if Star-Born or not, are psychically connected. The cause of this is unknown, but it's commonly believed that this happens when multiple vampires are born/turned at the same time. Vampires in a constellation can easily access each other's minds, know exactly how they feel, but can also feel their pain, or even obtain injuries another vampire had. While a vampire dying in a Constellation will not kill the others, it will greatly weaken them for a long time, if not permanently. They typically come in fours or sevens, but sometimes, in very rare situations, there can be constellations of 10+ vampires. It is important to note that Constellations are different from Sires and the hierarchy between them and Agonizers/Griefers.

Inversion of the Mind

Inversion of the Mind, or just Inversion, is a phenomenon that occurs when a Griefer suddenly transitions into an Agonizer, although mostly temporarily. This period of them being an Agonizer can last from a few hours to a span of months, however, the average is recorded to be about 1 1/2 weeks. Inversion seems to occur about every 2 months, and only with a quarter of the Griefer population. Sometimes the opposite occurs to an Agonizer, where they suddenly transition into a Griefer for a temporary time, however, this is more rare and even argued about its possibility. Griefers and Agonizers alike have come with the informal nickname of "Vampire's Period", even though it has nothing to do with periods, however, it is most preferably said as a coping mechanism by vampires that experience Inversion.

Repeat, Rebirth, etc.

Gone by many names by this point, Rebirth is a trait that all Star-Borns have, where if a vampire is at the brink of death, mostly by sunlight or fire/burn related wounds, rather than dying, they temporarily solidify into stone for a period of time. After this time passed, the stone will break and fall off, revealing a new vampire, who looks similar to the previous vampire. Some of these new vampires, often titled Resurrectors (although not considered a new or different variation of vampire), may hold the memories of the previous life, however, most of them have majority to total amnesia on everything. Some claim that the memories are just suppressed, though there's not much research entailing such.

Lunar Glow

For all vampires, including dhampirs of both artificial and true variants, they will emit a faint glow in the night. This glow can intensify depending on how they feel, if they're in danger, or if they are using any ability. The color that a vampire glows is mostly debatable on their ranking or age, akin to how a star changes color as they age. For example, recently turned and/or low-ranking vampires will emit a blue or even indigo color at night, whereas elders and/or high-ranking vampires will emit a deep red. This is not only important to detail how old a vampire may be, but also the social status of a vampire. Blue-glowing vampires are often considered everyday people, or morsels by elders, whereas orange or red-glowing vampires are considered very special, or royalty. There have been recorded instances of other colors outside of the spectrum of blue to red, such as green, or pink, but as of now, there's no verifiable reason on why that is.

Rigor Lethargy/Dormancy

To finish off this master-list of everything you need to know about Starry Vampires, we end it with Rigor Lethargy, or Rigor Dormancy. This is a phenomenon that describes when a vampire or other undead like a zombie, during their sleep, their muscles will tighten and immobilize, akin to rigor mortis. This commonly happens with recently turned vampires, but can occur with any vampires, including Hybrids. This is, fortunately, non-permanent, as waking up your limbs by repeatedly attempting to move them will help your muscles loosen and let you get back to your feet.

There's many more traits and phenomena that vampires withhold, likewise with traits, however, this post is getting really long, and we pretty much covered all the bases.

Finish

I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had brainstorming and writing this all out! Goddamn my arm and brain hurt lol

I'm open to questions and/or suggestions you guys may have !! ^^

[mad-hunts]

i find it kind of interesting how jack's costume is actually partially modeled after a jester ( his mask has the typical 'horns' that extend out of a jester's cap, except they don't have bells on them most of the time because that would just be VERY inconvenient for him as a thief and they aren't really all that big at all. they just barely reach the crown of his head and then tilt downwards before the ends folds in on themselves. it's basically something that is not too flashy, but also kind of let's him express himself ) and his whole costume just in general exudes the air of a ' performer. ' the fact that he does wear a leotard as part of his outfit while on 'missions' just emphasizes this. though, it does serve a practical purpose as well, of course -- and that is to allow him free range of movement since he is contortionist. so, i think the fact that he has consciously made an effort to make it a bit ' fun ' does say something about his character and i know i have mentioned this before, BUT i haven't quite touched upon this yet.

jack has saved people before that he knew barton would've wanted him to kill because they 'saw too much' or whatever the case may be. anddd i think that this is jack's way of trying to 'make up' for some of the bad thing's he's witnessed + done nothing about, as well as make up for the bad thing's he's done, though realistically -- it's probably going to take a LOT more than jack saving some people to completely ease his conscience and he can never really wipe his hands clean of what's been done. but ehhh, i think that jack treating it almost like it's some sort of ' twisted performance ' in a way is a form of escapism for him, as sad and also concerning as that might sound 😬 but yeahhh. that's likely enough rambling about my favorite mathis family member for now LOL

[ourceliumnetwork]

...i think for the first time in recorded history the outfit i was thinking about wearing and planning out to wear is in fact the the outfit i will be wearing. Normally these pants give me more trouble and self-confidence issues but today they're the only ones i can make work with the rest of it and honestly? I feel kinda good about it.

[rising-blood-moon]

Kinda annoying to go onto Insta and immediately see lego accounts trashing on Lego Dreamzzz like bruh. I don't want Ninjago to end up the literal only original Lego IP we got. That series is going on for way too long already.

Also tbh its nice to have a whimsical fantasy theme not tied to transphobic wizards or the "lets turn every successful property we got in a soulless, empty live action remake" thats Disney

[justatoxictaurus]

SOUND THE ALARM 🔊WEE WOO WEE WOO🔊

Raaah!!! For too long, my boy Michelangelo has taken the back seat!!! (I just found the text coloring feature, no one is safe)

im truly going to do it this time

[gonegonethankyouuu]

Wakey Wakey!!!

POV: you wake up with Eddie and Volt, you spoilt thing you!!!

Pronouns: She/her

AN: Hi angels! welcome to my first ever fanfic.. I'm sooo nervous posting this lmao. either wayy i hope u enjoy!!!

Please note that although there are not exactly any direct spoilers to realization in the game but it wrote this with Human! Eddie and Volt in mind. Also this is really short soz...

Read on AO3?

Love ya xx

Your eyes are so heavy. Even the thought of opening them right now seemed on par with climbing Mount Everest or even trying to teach a cat how to fly.

But you’re awake, rubbing your legs against your sheets. Lightly observing the light shining through the curtains through your shut eyes.

Immediately, you’re stretching out your arms languidly, seeking volt or Eddies warmth. You barely remember the end portion of last night. All you can recall is being lifted up from movie night and flopping down into your soft sheets with Eddie, volt climbing into bed not long after.

You palm the sheets in front of you, they’re cool. And immediately feel instant disappointment. Your boys must’ve already woken up, pressing a kiss to your forehead that you couldn’t feel, and carefully slipped out of bed in search of some coffee. Your half upset, half sleepy brain doesn’t even register the white haired form behind you.

Volt flutters his eyes open, immediately feeling a crick in his neck that he doesn’t mind all too much. He’s about to stretch and show off his incredible talent of having zero issues rising from bed in the morning, until he hears some slight commotion in front of him. You’re still in bed! He chuckles.

You’re just about to start the arduous process of getting up, when you feel a pair of strong, nimble arms wrap around you, hoisting you up slightly to flip you around, until you’re pressed against your lover's chest. You almost Whine in satisfaction, something you’re almost embarrassed to admit.

“Live wire~” volt utters in a husky tone. Thank god for morning voice. “You’re certainly up early..”

you hum, pressing yourself against his chest. He rocks back and forth, trying not to chuckle again at how you snuggle into him. “Shhh”

You’d curse volts' ability to be so compelling. Your sheets smell like your lovers, you feel volts gentle touch, pushing your hair back, smoothing your eyebrows, trailing his hands across your back.

It’s not long before volts efforts have lulled you back into a peaceful sleep. Just as a certain Noiret, gently steps into the room.

Eddie is shirtless, shuffling into the room, grasping a coffee cup by the rim. It’s almost comical how his usual steely gaze becomes tender at the sight of you all cozy in volt’s embrace.

“Live wire?” He whispers.

“Still in dreamland~” volt hums, unable to keep his hands off you. Eddie smiles, shaking his head while situating himself on the edge of the bed.

“She’s been working hard huh?”

“Very rich coming from you spark”

Eddie chuckles at that

“I guess”

Eddie remembers the nights when he only had himself. The long, agonizing, sleepless nights which left Eddie in a panic, a dark place, before volt came along. He recalls the first night he was enveloped by volts arms, the low buzz inside his chest mimicking his idea of a human heartbeat, and just how shockingly fast he fell asleep feeling the exact same hands smoothing his hair, the same voice whispering in his ear. This gives him the peace of mind that you'll never fight another stressful night alone. You’ll never find it hard to sleep with volt around.

I mean.. He doesn't.

Eddie, careful not to spill any coffee on the white sheets, leans over to kiss Volts forehead, something he greatly relishes in.

“Feeling sentimental?”

“Pfft, yeah, don't let it get to your head”

“I already have”

A sudden stir from you, causes both men to perk up. You rub your hand against Volt's bicep, almost trying to get closer to him than you already are, which by your current position was impossible.

“I never knew you were so cuddly in the mornings livewire, I'll have to get used to this..” Volt whispers, kissing your cheek as your eyes finally open to meet white ones, glancing softly, and then to meet grey ones.

“You're up” you mumble, shifting yourself so you're still in volts embrace, but are able to converse with Eddie comfortably.

“Astute observation” You laugh. Your vocabulary has clearly been rubbing off on Eddie. Volt smiles.

“Come on, up, we’ll have breakfast together for once.” Eddie grabs onto both your hands, not before plonking his mug on the nightstand, and you groan “Noooooooooo!”

Volt hops out of bed without any difficulty. You finally sit up, grumbling a “show off” as volt saunters into the bathroom. Eddie's hands are on either side of you.

“Coffee?” you nod, leaning in for a warm kiss.

“I missed you this morning..” You pout, allowing him to press some gentle kisses on your neck.

“Pfft, you had me the whole night didn’t you?”

“Not enough…” he snickers, placing one more kiss to your jaw, before pulling away.

“Up and at 'em, Volt wants to check out that new restaurant in town. Says it's got “ambience” or some shit.. And knowing you, you’re gonna want to do something this afternoon too.”

You bat your eyelashes “you know me so well Ed~” It takes a lot of willpower to not come over and kiss you again.. And again… and again.

You finally stretch, spotting Eddie's shirt on the floor, graciously pinching it by the collar as you lean across the bed, and flinging it onto yourself.

You can’t wait to do this again tomorrow….

[cxtoriminx]

Gen Narumi ❤︎ Sweet Distraction

Summary: You get fed up with Gen ignoring you while playing his game. So you decide to give him a little distraction. (un)fortunately for you, he doesn't appreciate being pulled from his gaming.

song: favorite by isabel larosa wc: 3,600 tags: cockwarming, slight overstim, f receiving oral, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, gen being a torturous tease because you messed with his game

writer's note: hi horny babes! gosh i'm FINALLY posting on this side blog after having it active for over 2 years. 'bout damn time lmao. don't know why i suddenly decided to get my lazy ass moving and post something. i think narumi just really brought it out of me. hope you enjoy! and hopefully i can get back into my writing groove. fingers crossed ps, i know the Kn8 tags are so overloaded with smut right now. i'm usually one to complain about there not being any cute fluffy fics to read. but i just had to get this out of my system. i literally wrote it in like a day. that's probably a record for me loool

“Hey, Gen,” you say, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. However, it would seem that he's entirely absorbed by the video game he has been playing for the past four hours. 

At first, you didn’t mind. You just lay behind him on his bed, feet pressed against his back as you read a book, scrolled through your phone, took a nap. 

But then, you got bored. 

You don’t usually mind him breezing the day away with his gaming, but you feel like you haven’t seen him in days, what with him being busy killing kaiju and all. And here he was, finally having a free moment, and he was spending all of it playing his games. 

“Geeen,” you call again, still not receiving even a hint of acknowledgment. You kick him gently in the back, but it doesn’t sway his attention in the slightest. 

“Ugh, hey, jerkface,” you say, getting fed up with his ignoring you. You sit up and scoot close to him, pressing your chest to his back and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. “Put the game away for a bit. I miss you.”

“When I level up,” he mutters, finally giving a response to your efforts. “I just have to defeat this dragon.”

That was the last thing you understood before he began murmuring about experience materials and runes and whatever the hell else. 

You groan and look up at the screen, watching his tiny character approach the massive, reptilian creature, the music intensifying and their battle beginning. You’d think he’d have enough of fighting monsters with his job. 

He continues his muttering, verbally working out his mental math about how many materials he’ll need to get to his desired level. You let out a heavy, perhaps exaggerated sigh.

“Gen, you’ve been playing for hours,” you say, threading your fingers into his hair and rubbing his scalp. Still no reaction. “Give your poor, helpless brain a break. I don’t think the thing can handle much more rot.”

“After this,” he says, his voice monotone. You squint and lean over to get a look at his emotionless face. 

“And then you’ll give me attention?”

“Mhmm,” he hums mindlessly. 

“And then we can toss your gamestation out the window?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure…” 

Just as you suspected, he’s giving automatic responses, not hearing a word you’re saying.

You untangle yourself from him and flop back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was not quite how you expected to be spending your evening. 

You thought you might watch a movie, maybe play a game together. You even thought you might convince him to get outside and take a walk with you. Or you’d drag him out. Whichever worked best. 

You thought that he’d at the very least be a bit pent up. It’s been a while since you two have had a long enough moment together to satisfy your sexual needs. 

Come to think of it, it was over a week ago. And neither of you even got the chance to finish as a Kaiju emerged, forcing him to leave and take care of it. By the time he’d returned, you were long passed out, and he was too exhausted to even consider waking you to pick up where you’d left off.

You turn over onto your side to watch him, his fingers skillfully jumping around and pressing buttons. Your legs squeeze together as you imagine how it’d feel if they were inside of you instead of on his controller. 

Great. Now you’re bored and horny.

“Baby,” you say softly. He actually perks at your calling this time, though his eyes don’t leave the screen. “I need you.”

His fingers genuinely falter for a fraction of a moment, but he recovers quickly, getting back into his practiced button smashing.

“Okay, Princess. In justa bit.”

Well, at least he heard you that time. You feel a little bit of triumph in having gained a smidge of his attention this time. But it still wasn’t enough for you. You need his eyes on you, if just for a second. And that’s when you get a lovely idea.

You climb off the bed and stand just behind his periphery before stripping down to nothing but your underwear, a small shiver running through you from the cool air. Surely this will get his attention.

You come to stand beside him, half naked, arms crossed beneath your breasts, and desiring. 

“Gen.”

“Yeah,” he replies half-mindedly.

You don’t say anything more, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you on his own. When he doesn’t, you decide he needs a little extra guidance.

“Look at me, dork,” you say, a small grin creeping its way onto your lips. It takes him a moment, his head turning slightly while his eyes are still attached to the tv. But then they finally flit over to you.

And they don’t leave.

His mouth drops open and his face flushes, like this is the first time he’s ever seen you. 

“Y-Y/n! What-”

A dramatic and sparkly fwoom comes from the tv, the sound signaling the death of Gen’s beloved dragon slayer. Which also means he just failed the battle he’s spent the last several minutes fighting. 

Oops. You didn’t mean for him to look at you for that long.

“Awww, dammit,” he says, dropping his controller onto the bed and rubbing at his eyes. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, beginning to feel just a liiittle guilty for his failure.  

“Ahh, sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you that badly.”

His hand runs down his face, stopping over his mouth as he gazes back at you, his eyes dragging over every inch of you like he’s trying to commit the image to memory. 

“You want my attention that badly, huh?”

Well, with the way he’s looking at you now, you’re starting to wonder if you do. But you nod anyway, shoulders straight and head high. 

“All the people in the world, and you want my attention.” His hand moves to rest below his jaw, revealing the infuriating smirk on his lips.

“Don’t go getting egotistical about it,” you huff, averting your eyes from his heated maroon gaze. He lets out an amused hum and reaches for you, tugging on your arm. 

“Okay, Princess. I’ll give you what you want.”

There’s a hint of mischief in his voice, but your suspicion is wiped completely from your mind when he pulls you down to sit on his leg and attaches his lips to your collarbone, all in one fluid motion.

You gasp as he shifts under you, pressing his muscular thigh against you. His mouth trails down your exposed chest, his mouth latching onto your nipple while his fingers play with the other. You let out a hiss and smack his arm gently when his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh. 

“Watch your teeth,” you scold. He laughs darkly.

“Easy now. You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

You groan in annoyance, but arch into him when his lips return to your breast, his tongue flicking over the bud. He trails a row of kisses from your chest to your neck, nibbling on the skin just below your ear.

His hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you to grind against his thigh as he kisses and bites along your neck. You moan at the friction, his thigh pressing so roughly against your clit. You can feel him growing hard against your knee through his sweatpants. 

You carefully press your knee against him, earning a low groan and a tight squeeze to your ass.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs into your ear. 

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, his deep red eyes studying you with love and affection. He moves to kiss along your jaw, slowly making his way to your lips. He finally puts his mouth to yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip before taking it between his teeth. 

You squirm in his lap and tug on his shirt, breaking your kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. You run your hands over his bare skin, feeling the toned muscles beneath it. His hand snakes over your body, coming to rest near the junction of your thigh, where his thumb runs back and forth over the soft skin.

You hold in a cry when he presses his thumb right against your clit. You pull away from his lips and rest your forehead against his as you pant heavily, his thumb rubbing your clit in sweet circles through your panties.

“Someone's worked up,” Gen teases quietly. You don’t reply, you just lift yourself onto your knees a bit, giving him enough space to slide his hand into your underwear. 

“Very worked up,” he says as his fingers find your entrance, slicked and desperate. You groan and grip his shoulders as he slips a couple of fingers inside of you, the slender digits reaching as far as they can at this angle. “All this for me.”

“Come on, your turn,” you say as you pull on the band of his pants, and he gives you a childish pout.

“You’re so impatient.” 

“Don’t give me that,” you snip. “I have plenty of it to be with you.”

He just gives you a smirk, and you gasp as he pulls his fingers from you suddenly. You glare at him before standing to allow him to remove his pants. 

The moment he begins to pull them down, you see just how hard he is. Looks like you were right to assume he’d be pent up. 

His cock is rock hard, his tip flushed bright red and already leaking precum. Your pussy clenches at the sight of it.

“You’re one to talk about being worked up. Looks like you want it as much as I do.”

Gen says nothing as he grabs you by the waistline of your panties, making you step closer. He places light kisses over your stomach, his hand between your thighs, and his knuckles running over your sensitive clit. He pulls down the fabric, letting it fall to the floor around your ankles. His eyes darken at seeing you, fully naked and desperate before him.

“Come here,” he beckons, guiding you back onto his lap, your hips hovering above his own. He takes his cock in his hand and swipes it back and forth between your entrance and clit, coating himself in your wetness and giving you a little jolt every time his head passes over the sensitive nerves.

“Look at me,” he says, his free hand giving your ass a hard squeeze. He drags it up your spine and to your neck, where he tangles it into your hair before pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours. At the same time, he drags the head of his cock down until it catches at your entrance, begging to be let in.

You lower yourself onto him, slowly, carefully, inch by inch until he’s completely inside of you, your hips flush with his. He groans into your mouth, both of his hands coming back down to your ass, squishing and tugging before giving you a gentle smack. 

He pushes his tongue into your mouth and gives a small roll of his hips, the actions already bringing you close to the edge. Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought. 

“You made me lose my fight,” Gen says, pulling away just enough for his words to be muffled by your lips. His statement surprises you He’s still thinking about that?

You open your eyes to find him already looking back at you. His gaze drops down to the bed, his hand leaving you to reach for his controller, discarded beside you. 

“As punishment, you’re going to sit right here, unmoving, until I beat this dragon.”

You freeze as you watch him pick up the controller and proceed to restart his game. The absolute audacity of this man.

“Are you friggin’ serious?” You ask, unbelieving of his words. His eyes come back to yours, and you find the look he gets whenever it comes to his games. That same look whenever Hasegawa or Kikoru pokes fun or threatens to throw away his console.

“Deathly.”

He certainly is. 

“You begged for my attention. This is how I’m deciding to give it to you. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”

You set your jaw, wanting so badly to tell him off. But instead, you shift around on him, somehow making his cock reach even further into you, and press your bare chest to his.

“You are unbelievable,” you mutter, tucking your arms under his and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And I love you,” he says against your ear, sending a chill through you. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.

You hear the music from his game pick up and know that he’s re-entered his dragon battle. Okay, you can do this. Not move while your boyfriend's cock is buried balls deep inside of you until he wins this fight, which will take… umm… How long will it take? 

You suddenly regret your uptaking of his challenge, realizing you don’t know how long it will be before he wins. If he’s figured out a strategy, then 5, maybe 10 minutes. But if this is going to be a trial-and-error fight, taking many deaths and resurrections to complete, you could be here for a while.

It’s only a couple of minutes later that you hear that dramatic fwoom again, confirming that you were right to be nervous.

You feel his cock throb inside of you, and you muffle a whimper on his shoulder.

20 minutes and 3 magical death sounds later, and you’re ready to combust. From sexual desire or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.

You try your best to keep still, you really do. But god, the way his cock is filling every inch of you, his head pressed so firmly against your cervix, it feels almost impossible to do so.

And with every flinch and jolt of his muscles as he plays his game, you feel your patience slip away. You have to admit, his focus is otherworldly. The fact that he’s buried so deeply inside of you and hasn’t missed a beat with his game is as impressive as it is infuriating.

“Gen,” you practically whine against his neck. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment.

“Almost got it, Princess,” he mutters, his voice raspy. 

You curl up into him as much as you can, head in the crook of his neck, and your arms wrapped tightly around him. Your pussy squeezes around him involuntarily, and Gen lets out a hiss, the first indication he’s given to how much you’re affecting him right now. It takes every fiber of your being not to start bouncing on his lap right then and there.

“Mmm, good girl,” he whispers, giving you a soft nip on the shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you, and you shudder, almost losing your resolve. 

“Keep doing that shit and you won’t be calling me that for much longer,” you grit, earning a short, amused laugh. 

You try to focus on his action figure display, on the music, the sound effects, the shapes you draw on his back, the clicking of buttons, anything other than the throbbing cock inside you.

You’re about to just give in and start grinding in his lap, ready to accept whatever consequence there may be, when you hear the dragon roar and the music stop. And this time, it’s not followed by that obnoxiously whimsical death sound.

Gen defeated the dragon. 

You turn to look at the screen to confirm your hope, and, sure enough, the dragon is dead. You let out a relieving sigh and turn back to your boyfriend.

“You’re done?”

“I’m done,” he replies, pausing his game and tossing the controller to the side before gripping your hips. “And now.”

Before you can stop him, he’s flipping you over onto your back, a yelp escaping your lips as you smack into the mattress. His cock slips out of you through the change of position, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.

“What the hell?” You gasp as Gen props himself over you, his eyes level with yours, cold and emotionless.

“Did you learn your lesson in distracting me from my games?” He asks. Despite his lack of a smile, you can still hear the mirth in his voice.

“I still got what I wanted, didn’t I?” You tease, but soon, your smirk drops away, replaced by a look of sincerity. You raise a hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, letting you see his handsome face. 

“I’ve just missed you. And you’ve barely looked at me since I got here.” Gen’s cold facade fades, and his gaze softens, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ve missed you, too.” 

“Hmm, have you?” You ask, your grin returning. Gen pouts, making that face that always reminds you of a cat.

“I… may have gotten carried away,” he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, nibbling your lip in that way he loves to. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t.”

His lips trail along your jaw and down your neck, sucking and biting as he goes. Keeping himself propped with one arm, he drags his other hand down your side and to the apex of your thighs, cupping his hand over you.

“Let me make it up to you,” he pleads, dipping his fingers into you. You arch into his hand as his fingers pump and curl inside of you, his palm grinding into your clit. 

You clench around his fingers, already so sensitive from having sat on his cock for so long. Gen’s lips detach from your throat when he scoots himself down your body, stopping to kiss down your navel.

He hums happily as he positions himself between your legs, watching with keen interest how easily his fingers slide in and out of you.

“So wet for me,” he says with awe, and you whine in response. He dips his head down, giving your clit one long lick. You flinch with the jolt of pleasure it sends through you. “So pretty.”

His lips seal over your clit, his tongue flicking the nerves as his fingers continue to expertly massage your inner walls. It isn’t long before you’re cumming, your muscles tightening around him. 

He works you through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping and tongue never relenting. It isn’t until you entwine your fingers into his hair and tug that he finally breaks away, a satisfied grin on his face.

He rolls you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips, helping you to your knees. He takes his cock in his hand and slots it between your thighs, the head brushing over your overstimulated clit. 

His tip catches at your entrance, and he licks up the back of your neck before sliding his cock inside of you in one swift motion. 

You press your face into the pillows, muffling your cry as he slides out and thrusts back in quickly, filling you up completely. 

“You feel amazing. So tight,” he sighs, watching himself disappear inside you. “So deep inside you.”

He leans over you, his chest flat against your back as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. You can tell by his stuttering thrusts that he’s already close.

His hand drags from your hip back onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles over it. You almost yelp, the pleasure being so much it borders on pain.

“Too much, babe!” You cry, grabbing for his hand in an attempt to stop his ministrations.

“I’m… close. Wanna feel you cum around me,” he moans, his breath against your ear. 

You grit your teeth as he continues his motions, his cock thrusting deep into you and his finger trying desperately to draw another orgasm from of you. His efforts are rewarded when his dick hits just the right spot, making your muscles suddenly spasm around him.

Your pussy clenches and throbs around his cock, begging him to spill everything he has. 

“Shit,” he gasps and his hips come to a stop, flush against your ass. His cock twitches, pouring out every bit of cum it’s kept stored for the past week. You moan and grip the sheets, relishing the feeling of it filling you.

He lays you down on your side, keeping you pressed against him, his breathing hard and ragged. His cock, somehow still hard, remains inside you, keeping his cum from spilling out.

He pulls you closer, kissing your shoulder as you both catch your breath and return from your high. He makes a move to pull out of you, but you grab his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t move for a minute,” you say. “Too sensitive.”

“That so?” He asks with a light laugh. His hips hump forward, grinding his dick into you and making you gasp and squeeze his arm, your nails digging into his skin. He hums in amusement. “Hmm, I like you sensitive. Maybe you should sit on me while I play games more often.”

You groan, thinking about how torturous it was to sit on his dick, unmoving. But… denial aside, it was a bit nice. Certainly better than being bored and ignored. You sigh in contemplation.

“I think we can find a compromise.”

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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 3 (finally) (sorry for the wait!!)

okay i'm sorry for the wait!! it's been almost a month since i posted part two but i've been super busy lately, but i wrote this last night so i'm hoping it doesn't seem too rushed!! the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :) (and i promise i wont make everyone wait another month to post part 4 lmao)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m recieving) i don't wanna spoil too much...

You were stood in the middle of Noah’s room, your makeup half-done, your dress still draped across the back of his chair, your curling wand sat unplugged on his desk. You were supposed to be getting ready, but instead, you were pacing with a knot in your stomach.

“I don’t want to go.” You muttered, not really to him, more to yourself.

Noah was sprawled across his bed, wearing his black fall out boy shirt, black jeans and of course his red beanie, scrolling on his phone. 

“We’ve been planning this all week,” he reminded you without looking up. “You were excited yesterday!”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, flopping onto the bed beside him. “That was before I found out who else is gonna be there.”

Now he looked at you. 

“Those girls?”

You didn’t say anything, just pulled a face and sighed. Noah knew enough to fill in the blanks.

“You don’t have to talk to them.”

“I know but I don’t even want to see them.”

He set his phone down and turned onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. 

“So let’s just go for an hour. We’ll grab a drink, say hey to everyone who isn’t a bitch, and come back here.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle between you two. The room was warm with the heat of the summer, and smelled like him, as always. His playlist played quietly in the background, some new Bring Me the Horizon song you weren’t too familiar with. 

“You really don’t want to go, huh?” You could feel him watching you, even without looking at him. 

You shook your head. 

“Not if I can just stay here with you.”

“What are we gonna do,” he smirked, “Watch Twilight for the fifteenth time?”

“Maybe.” You tilted your head toward him, eyes narrowing. “You wanna go that bad?”

“I kind of do.” He rolled onto his back next to you, his tone playful. “I was looking forward to free beer that tastes like ass and watching dudes try to flirt with you.”

“You’re such a liar.” You snorted. 

“Fine,” he said, grin widening. “I was looking forward to watching dudes not flirt with you.” 

“Only because they think you’re my boyfriend!”

“So you’re saying I’m the reason guys don’t hit on you?”

“If you saw a guy sat with his arm around a girl, you’d assume they were dating, right?”

“No…” Noah smirked, “I’d go up and ask her first.” 

“Well, that’s you, Noah. Not everyone else is so… experienced.” 

A silence settled over you two again for a moment, until you turned to face him again. 

“Do you really want to go?”

Noah hesitated, thumb grazing the seam of his jeans. 

“I mean… I was kinda looking forward to it.”

“Right,” you said quietly.

“But I don’t care that much.” His eyes flicked to you again. “Not if you’re not feeling it.”

You gave him a weak smile. 

“I just don’t wanna be around people who make me feel like shit, y’know? It’s not about ruining your night.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said, stretching his arms above his head, making his shirt ride up a little. “Staying here with you sounds like a pretty decent trade.”

“Yeah, right.” 

“Hey, I mean it.” He turned his head to look at you, something softer in his expression now. “I’ll stay in with you, we could chill, throw on a movie. I’ll even let you pick. I’ll even sit through Twilight again.”

You bit your lip. There it was again, that pull. You didn’t mean to feel it, but it was always there with him. Comfort and heat, tangled up in the same breath.

You sat up a little against the headboard. 

“What if I gave you a better reason to stay…”

He raised a brow, intrigued. 

“Better than Twilight?” He asked, voice laced with sarcasm. 

A small smirk tugged at your lips. You crossed your arms, tilting your head. 

“What if I let you eat me out?”

The smirk fell clean off his face.

His mouth parted, eyes widening just slightly like he wasn’t sure if you were joking.

“You’re serious?” He said slowly.

You nodded, suddenly very aware of how warm your skin felt.

Noah sat up, legs folding beneath him as he faced you properly. His voice dipped low. 

“You know you don’t have to offer sex to keep me here.”

“I know that.” You met his eyes, steady now. “I just… I’ve been thinking about what you said. That night, when we were at my place.”

He stilled, remembering instantly. 

“I meant that,” he said, voice getting lower now. “I meant every fucking word.”

You swallowed. 

“I know.”

A quiet beat passed between you. Then he leaned forward, hand resting near your thigh on the bed.

“You sure? Really sure?”

You nodded again. 

“I want to. I want you to.”

His eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over your face. Then, softer, more serious, he whispered.

“I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else, y’know?”

You huffed a laugh. 

“You’ve already ruined me. This has been all I can think about lately. I want it. I want you..”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you then, slow and hungry, but still careful. You let yourself sink into it, into him, as he shifted you gently beneath him. His hands moved with purpose, but not rushed, he was taking his time, like he was savouring every second.

He pulled your top off with ease, leaving a trail of warm kisses down your sternum, across your stomach. When he got to the waistband of your shorts, he paused, resting his forehead just above them.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice low, his hands gentle on your thighs.

You nodded again, breath shaky. 

“Yeah. Just… A little nervous.”

He smiled, lifting his head enough to press a kiss over your navel. 

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me show you how good it feels- but if you want me to stop at all just say, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded.

Then he started again, slower this time- teasing kisses on your thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin until you were writhing. He took his time easing your shorts down your legs, kissing as he went, not breaking eye contact when he finally pulled your underwear aside.

The first kiss he pressed to your clit made your whole body jolt, and he smiled, the smug bastard, because he knew. 

He knew he was about to show you something you’d never forget.

“Yeah?” he murmured against you. “That feel good, baby?”

You could barely form a sound, let alone words, your breath caught between a gasp and a moan.

“Good,” he said, lips brushing you again. “You just lay back and let me take care of you.”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pausing.

“Okay?” he asked again, voice low, eyes flicking to yours.

You gave a breathless nod, and he smiled gently before pulling them down, watching every inch of skin he uncovered. Once they were off, he let his gaze linger, and you squirmed instinctively under the weight of it.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmured, almost to himself.

Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh, then the other, trailing his mouth so close you whimpered. His breath ghosted over you before he gently used his thumbs to part you, inspecting every reaction.

“Look at you,” he whispered, brushing the pad of one thumb over your clit so lightly it made your thighs tremble, “Can’t believe I’m the only one who can play with this.” 

You couldn’t even form words, your fingers curled into the sheets, hips twitching when he pressed a kiss right over your center, then your clit again, still teasing, still taking his time.

He looked up again, eyes dark but soft. 

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, breathless, and then his tongue met you fully, licking a slow stripe up from your hole to your clit, like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. Your back arched instantly, a moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

Noah groaned at the sound, hands spreading your thighs a little wider as he settled himself between them. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

You couldn’t believe how good it felt- sure, your friends had talked about it before, and you had heard stories from other girls about what your best friend could do with that mouth, but you never imagined you’d get the chance to experience it. You were feeling dizzy at how overwhelming and warm and intimate it all was. The way he looked up at you, making eye contact while he did it, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, fuck it made your head spin.

And then he started talking, sending vibrations with every word. 

“Sooo soft, so warm” he murmured between strokes of his tongue. “So sweet. You’re doing so good, baby. How’s it feel?”

You whimpered, hips lifting against his mouth before you could stop yourself.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough as he placed a hand just below your navel, holding you down. “Just like that. Let me feel how much you like it.”

You were already trembling, his hair tickling you as your thighs tightened around his head, and he didn’t even slow down. If anything, he seemed to enjoy how sensitive you were, how new it all was to you, how he knew he was the first to ever touch and feel and see you like this. He was so gentle, but every flick of his tongue made your pulse spike.

And then he took your clit between his lips, looking up at you through his lashes as he gently sucked, and you could’ve sworn you saw god. 

“Mmm Noah!” You gasped, hands flying to his hair without thinking.

He grinned against you, clearly loving how wrecked you sounded. 

“Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?” He asked between kisses to your cunt, before his tongue circled your clit again. 

You nodded quickly, barely able to breathe as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I… I think so-”

His grip on your hips tightened, his voice dropping even lower. 

“That’s it. Let me feel it. Let me feel you cum for me, make a mess, baby.”

Your whole body was trembling, the knot tightening in your belly, ready to snap, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. You could barely hold on, your hands gripping his hair like it was the only thing anchoring you to earth.

And he didn’t let up.

His tongue moved like he knew exactly what you needed, what would make you come undone completely. And he did. He knew your body even better than you did. Every tiny gasp, every twitch of your thighs, every shaky exhale only made him more focused.

“You’re so close,” he whispered, voice thick and dark with want. “I can feel it.”

You whimpered again, hips rocking against his mouth helplessly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, lips brushing your clit as he spoke. “Let it happen.”

That was all it took.

The orgasm hit so hard it almost had your vision going white, a choked moan spilling from your lips as your body arched off the bed. Noah held you through it, his mouth still working you through every wave of pleasure, until it became too much and you whimpered, tugging gently at his hair to tell him it was too much. 

He finally eased back, giving your thigh one last kiss before lifting his head, his face flushed and glistening, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded and so fucking smug.

You couldn’t even find your voice, still catching your breath, your limbs boneless.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, blinking at the ceiling.

Noah chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up beside you to give you a kiss, before lying on his side so he could trace slow circles on your hip.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice soft again.

You turned to face him, cheeks warm, lips parted. 

“Fuck, yeah… Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

He shrugged modestly, but the gleam in his eye gave him away. 

“Years of being a slut.” At least he was honest.

You burst out laughing, and he leaned in to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, pulling you gently against his chest. You didn’t resist.

After a moment, you whispered, 

“Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being so… gentle.”

“Always.” He kissed your forehead. 

You stayed like this for a moment, your head on his chest, forehead tucked under his jaw as he traced patterns over your back. You shifted a little, trying to get comfy, but then your knee brushed over something hard, and you felt Noah’s breath catch as you did so. 

“Is that… Are you…?” You felt your face heat up, pulling back just enough to look at him, eyes wide.

Noah gave a breathy little laugh, cheeks tinged pink. 

“Yeah. Uh… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said quickly, eyes flicking down before meeting his again. “I just… didn’t realise.”

He gave you a lazy smile.

“It’s fine. I can take care of it myself later. That was about you.”

Something about the way he said that made your stomach flip. He meant it. This wasn’t a transactional thing, he genuinely wanted to make you feel good.

But still…

“What if I don’t want you to take care of it yourself?” You asked softly, fingers tracing the ink on his arm. 

Noah blinked, eyes searching yours. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You swallowed, nerves fluttering in your throat. “What if I want to do more? I want to… do it again.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze sharpening as he searched your face for any hesitation. 

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, even as your voice came out small. 

“Yeah. I want to.”

His hand came up to cradle your jaw gently. 

“You don’t have to, baby. I meant it, I’m good just like this.”

“I know.” You leaned into his touch, your heart thudding. “But I want to.”

Noah watched you for a moment longer, thumb brushing over your cheek. Then, slowly, he kissed you again, soft at first, then deeper, more purposeful, like he was giving you time to change your mind.

You didn’t.

He rolled you gently onto your back, shifting to settle between your legs, kissing you slow and sweet. His hands roamed your body with practiced care, but never rushed, he was so good at this, and even though it made you nervous, given he was far more experienced at this, but it also made you feel safe.

He reached down, guiding himself against your entrance, but paused just before half the tip was was already in.

“We didn’t prep you, not properly,” he murmured, brows drawn together. “I should’ve gotten you ready, you're still so new to this-”

“It’s okay, I can take it,” you whispered, hooking your legs around his hips, even though it already felt like too much. “I want to.”

But when he pushed in just a little more, your whole body tensed.

It burned, it wasn’t painful but it was far from comfortable. You winced, your eyes screwing shut as you drew a sharp breath. 

"It's okay..." You tried to reassure him, though you struggled to even convince yourself. "I'll... I'll get used to it."

Noah stopped instantly.

“Hey,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend it’s okay if it’s not.”

You blinked up at him, shame prickling at the edges. 

“I’m sorry-”

“No! Don’t be sorry,” he said firmly, brushing your hair back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just-” he swallowed, still hovering over you, “-I’m not gonna fuck you if you’re in pain, okay? I’d rather wait… Make sure we do it properly so it feels great for the both of us, yeah?”

You bit your lip, nodding, even though you hated how disappointed you felt. You wondered if he'd ever had this before, or if this- if you were the first person he had to stop for.

He saw it.

“Look at me,” he whispered, coaxing your chin up so your eyes met. “I want this again, too. So bad it almost hurts. But not if it’s gonna hurt you. I'd never do that.”

You nodded again, your heart melting at the way he said it. He wasn’t frustrated, or impatient. Just… tender.

“But next time?” You whispered.

He smiled then, slow and warm, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Next time, we’ll do it right. I’ll get you all ready, baby. Take my time. Make it feel so good you won’t want to stop.”

Then, he pulled you close again, pressing his forehead to yours as he held you. 

You lay there for a little while, tangled up in each other, his hands drawing soft shapes along your spine as your heartbeat settled. Every so often, you'd feel him twitch against your thigh, still hard, still aching, but he didn’t say anything about it. He was too focused on you.

But you noticed. You couldn’t help it. 

And after a few moments of silence, you shifted slightly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Noah?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You hesitated, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Can I… try something?”

His brow lifted slightly, but his gaze stayed soft. 

“What kind of something?”

“I wanna try giving you a blowjob, if that’s okay?” Your cheeks flushed.

He blinked, surprised, and for a second you thought maybe you’d overstepped, but then a slow, crooked grin tugged at his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes darkening. “You sure?”

You nodded, heart pounding. 

“Yeah. I wanna learn... Will you teach me?”

He exhaled like it physically pained him to hold back, reaching up to cup your cheek and kiss you again, this time deeper, more heated.

“Yes of course, baby,” he said against your lips. “I’ll show you everything.”

He lay back, undressing and then letting you settle between his legs. You glanced down, swallowing hard at the sight of him. He was thick, flushed, leaking at the tip. He was definitely bigger than you remembered from the first time, and that little flutter of nerves in your stomach returned.

“Start slow,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Don’t go straight in, use your hand first. Get used to it.”

You reached for him tentatively, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He let out a low groan the second you touched him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck… Just like that, yeah,” he praised, hips barely twitching up. “You’ve got perfect hands, so fucking soft.”

You stroked him slowly, watching his reactions, learning what made his breath hitch and his thighs tense. When you leaned in, hesitating just before your lips touched him, he opened his eyes again.

“Start with your tongue,” he said gently, brushing a hand over your hair. “You don’t have to take a lot. Just go slow, get it wet first.”

You nodded, licking a shy stripe from the base up to the tip, pressing a little soft kiss to it before doing it again, feeling a little braver when he moaned your name.

“That’s it, baby. Shit… It feels so good. You’re so good.”

You wrapped your lips around the head, letting him in little by little, trying not to gag when you took it a little too far. He was patient, guiding your movements with soft praise and the occasional gentle tug in your hair.

“Don’t go too deep,” he said softly. “Use your hand on what you can’t fit. That’s it, fuck. Just like that. God, you’re such a quick learner.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and the sound he made was almost desperate.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.”

You hollowed your cheeks, copying what you had seen when you had attempted to watch porn a while ago when you were desperate to get yourself off. You moved your hand in rhythm with your mouth, watching the way his stomach flexed under your touch. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his voice grew rougher, his hips bucking just the slightest. 

“Baby- Shit, wait.” He gently pulled your head back just before he was about to cum, even though his body clearly didn’t want to. “Don’t take it in your mouth.”

You blinked up at him, confused, your hand still moving.

He let out a breathy laugh, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“It doesn’t taste good. I don’t want that to be your first memory of this.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, but his tenderness made it melt into something warm and grateful.

“So what do I do?”

“Just your hand,” he said, voice tight. “Finish me off, just like you were doing. Fuck… you’re doing perfect. Best I’ve ever had.”

You stroked him faster, watching his face as his jaw clenched, his chest rising sharply.

“I’m gonna…” he groaned, eyes locked on yours. “Keep going- yeah, baby, fuck- just like that-”

He came with a hoarse moan of your name, spilling across his stomach and your hand, his muscles tight as a bowstring. You watched, completely mesmerised, as his whole body shuddered under you.

When he opened his eyes again, you were still staring, flushed, curious, a little breathless yourself. You reached out, hesitating for just a second, then dipped your finger into the mess on his stomach.

His brows lifted, surprised. 

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”

You shrugged with a small smirk. 

You brought your finger to your lips and tasted it, just a flick of your tongue, your face scrunched a little.

He laughed, low and warm. 

“Told you.”

“Yeah,” you said with a wrinkle of your nose. “Not my favourite.”

“But you’re my favourite.” He said, tugging you up toward him, guiding you to straddle his waist again. You lay down on him carefully, bare bodies pressed together, and he kissed your temple, nose, then lips.

“We better clean up.” You suggested, and Noah- still coming down from his orgasm- nodded with a lazy smile. 

“Yeah… Good idea.” 

You’d both cleaned up quietly, exchanging soft smiles and playful touches as you got dressed again. You were still a little shaky, your heart light and full as Noah grabbed his hoodie from the floor and tugged it over his head, running a hand through his messy hair. 

He glanced at you once he was dressed, that gentle, post-orgasm glow still in his eyes.

“You hungry?” he asked, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist. “I was thinking I could make us something.”

You looked up at him, pleasantly surprised. 

“You cook now?”

He chuckled. 

“I mean, I can make a sandwich. That counts, right?”

You smiled and nodded, letting him guide you downstairs to the kitchen. The house was quiet, his friends/roommates left for the party a couple hours ago. And you were definitely not regretting staying in, and you knew Noah wasn’t either. 

Noah opened the fridge and started rummaging through ingredients while you leaned against the counter, watching him with fondness in your chest you didn’t quite know what to do with.

“My parents are both away this week,” you said after a moment, your voice a little smaller than before. “Work trips.”

He glanced up, curious.

“Both of them?”

You nodded. 

“Yeah. They leave Sunday night. I’ll have the house to myself until Friday.”

Noah froze for a second, then closed the fridge and looked at you fully.

“So you’re gonna be here alone all week?”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual even though the truth tugged at your insides. 

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. I’m used to it. Just… don’t really like going back to being alone after we’ve spent time together, y’know?”

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes softening.

“You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “I can stay.”

Your heart skipped.

“Like, for dinner?”

“No,” he said with a soft chuckle, stepping closer again. “Like… there. With you. I can bring clothes, stay the whole week if you want? Keep you company.”

Your breath caught. 

“You’d do that?”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, of course. You know I’d do anything for you… I mean, if you want me to. We could hang out, watch movies, order takeout. Sleep in the same bed.”

Your lips twitched into a small smile. 

“You wanna have sex on every surface in the house?”

“Eventually, yeah.” He smirked, “But I meant I just wanna be there with you. So you don’t feel alone.”

You smiled. There was something so sincere in his voice that it made your heart ache, and the look in his eyes was nothing short of pure love and care. 

“Okay,” you said softly. “Stay. Please.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then another to your lips, lingering there.

“I will,” he murmured. “Now sit your cute ass down and let me make you the best post sex- or… whatever we just did- sandwich you’ll ever have.”

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Right again • Tom Riddle x f!reader

Requested: No

Pairing: Tom Riddle x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader)

Summary: Tom, who always thought relationships were meaningless, changed his mind when he met y/n. He plans on telling her how he feels, however, it doesn't go as planned, and he finds himself to be right - again.

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: Fluff; angst; English is not my first language.

A/N: It wasn't supposed to be this long lmao. I will write the same plot with Mattheo, Lorenzo and Theo in the future - hopefully with a better title lol. PLEASE PLEASE DON'T LET THIS FLOP OR YOU WON'T SEE ME ON HERE AGAIN LOL. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

Tag list: @helendeath @im-jesus @wolfyychan @blocked-zombieartist

Tom Riddle was in his dorm, one of the only places in Hogwarts where he could be by himself, and where he could be doing the things he enjoyed the most - studying and reading, both in silence. But, despite being currently sitting on his desk - always perfectly arranged -, he was not currently reading a book or studying. Instead, he was doing something he never thought he would do and was feeling something he never thought he would feel: thinking about a girl, and being nervous about a girl. 

Contrary to Mattheo and his friends, Tom has never cared for relationships - he could barely bear being around Mattheo’s friends if serious, meaningful discussions or activities weren’t involved. Sure, he cared for Mattheo, more than he cared to admit, because they were of the same blood. And for Tom, blood was one of the things that mattered the most, alongside loyalty, knowledge and influence. 

And y/n. 

Tom had always thought Mattheo was the only person he could ever care for - after all, they needed to have some sort of loyalty towards each other if they wanted to have a chance to fight their father - but, just like he was surprised to learn he did not want to follow his father in his quest for tyranny, Tom was surprised to find himself caring for y/n. 

Just like he had never cared for friendship, Tom had never cared for love. He did not think it was a weakness as his father did, but he did think it was not as important as people made it out to be. And, also, why care for love when something terrible, something that would likely cost lives was being prepared? 

But then again, y/n challenged that idea. Despite being in the same house and the same year, it took Tom several years to properly notice her. He knew she was one of Mattheo’s close friends outside of his usual group, and that gave them occasions to spend time together. Strangely, Tom had first found her company more tolerable than the others - she seemed to understand his will for silence, deep conversations and his interests, seemed to have the same thirst for knowledge. She was kind as well, having what people called “a heart of gold”, always ready to help anybody in need. She was also warm and funny, two things she shared with Mattheo, and it usually didn’t take people enough to want to be her friend. Tom had considered y/n the closest thing he had to a friend, and he thought he would stay that way until, one day, he saw her and Mattheo sitting closer to each other than usual, and he felt something strange, something he didn’t expect to feel, and something he struggled to understand - jealousy. He didn’t think it was that at first, but it became obvious it indeed was jealousy when he found himself wishing that he was the one sitting next to her, and not Mattheo. 

From that moment, he kept thinking about y/n in ways he had never done before - how beautiful she was, how he loved her smile, how he wanted to hold her hand, to smell her addictive perfume, to be the person who mattered most to her… how he wanted to hold and kiss her. He had considered those thoughts as foolish at first and tried to not have them, but everytime he was with y/n, they came back running, and he sometimes had to restrain himself from sitting closer to her just to smell her perfume when they were in class, or to hold her hand when they were studying in the library. He didn’t have anybody to ask questions to - Mattheo would laugh at him - so, like he always did, Tom gave himself the answer: it was love. At first, he thought it was only temporary and it didn’t even cross his mind to tell her about it, but he was forced to admit that, instead of disappearing, those feelings became stronger with each day passing. The idea displeased him, and he tried to avoid y/n so these feelings would go away, but it was in vain, and only made him miss y/n - and made him love her more. But one day, as he was sitting on his desk busy thinking about her instead of studying, the idea of just telling her how he felt seemed right. Of course, the idea of rejection secretly terrified him, but he would accept simply being her friend. y/n deserved a loyal, sincere friend and that is what Tom was. All she had to do was give him a chance he could be the boyfriend - the word seemed so meaningless compared to what he felt - she deserved, a boyfriend who would be loyal, caring, sincere, and who would put her and her needs and safety first.  

Thus, he got her favorite flowers, and, having thought about what to say to her for hours, decided to go and ask her to have a moment of her time. And now the time had come. He grabbed the bouquet, and, trying to pull himself together, left his dorm. At that hour, y/n should be in the common room. With a bit of luck, she would be alone. Tom headed for the common room, which was nearly empty except for two first years laughing. He started looking for y/n, and his heart, which had started to beat faster with nervosity and hope, almost broke. 

y/n was indeed here, standing in a corner of the room - kissing Mattheo, who had a hand on her waist and the other in her hair. He broke the kiss, looked at her in a way Tom had never seen him and y/n had a smile before Mattheo pressed his lips on hers like he couldn’t help it. 

Tom took a step back, and the only thing that stopped him from dropping the bouquet was the noise he knew it would make. He turned around and quickly yet silently went back to his dorm - where the flowers finally met the ground. His back against the door, he almost wanted to laugh now. How could he have been so foolish? It should have been obvious to him from the start that y/n, warm and kind y/n, would prefere Mattheo, Mattheo would everybody loved or at least fond of, who had no problems making friends and be with people, Mattheo who had never been anything like their father. Mattheo, who people didn’t intimidate or rightfully found cold and strange. 

You’ve won, brother. 

As always, Tom Riddle found he had been right. Love was meaningless, and he should never have cared for it - should have never cared for her - in the first place. 

He was right, but for the first time in his life, he wished he wasn’t.

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