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r u still alive?🥹

hi i’m still here! just no longer posting 🖤

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hello friends,

i’ve been thinking a lot and have come to the decision to no longer continue this blog. I just seemed to have naturally drifted away from fandom spaces, especially on tumblr and fan fiction. I’ve actually started writing my own original romance book and have really enjoyed the process of writing outside of fandoms. I have loved and enjoyed all the fan fics I’ve read here and have made friends with such talented people! It’s because of these people and everyone that has read my fics that I found the confidence to move onto writing my own book, so thank you! I will leave this blog up so my fan fics can be read but hopefully one day you guys will be reading my book instead!

all the best & love,

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(p.s. i will always be a folio lover! i haven’t lost my love for bad omens, i’ve just drifted away from the online fandom space)

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this picture of noah gave me thoughts, enjoy 👀

(18+, small smutty blurb)

sweat trickles down his tattooed neck as he throws his head back in bliss. Her soft, puffy lips kissing up his painfully hard dick, tongue ever so gently licking up the pre cum that pools at his pink, swollen tip; he’s so close but she doesn’t give in. Teasing, she brings her mouth to his hip bone, dragging a wet trail of saliva over his salty skin.

“such a fucking brat” he mewls. With his fist gripping the soft locks in his hand, he yanks her head backwards forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“look at what you did to me baby, I’m so fucking hard for you”

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definitely don’t think about him throwing his head back like this whilst you’re giving him head

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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1

Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC (Ada Chapman)

Word count: 1.6K

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of war, slightly suggestive, explicit language, fluff

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 20th 1941

New York City, USA

7:00 am

Dear Diary,

Yesterday is still a haze and I barely slept all night, tossing and turning thinking about him. I still can’t believe my luck or lack thereof. Things are always too good to be true and yesterday proved that. God damn you, Nick. It had to be you didn’t it? Who am I kidding, we met once and he’s cute but that’s it. I don’t know him, he was just an attractive man on the train who just so happens to be the man I’m being told to track. It can’t be so different from any other mission, can it? I can do this, I’m bloody brilliant at this job and this mission will be a piece of cake, I hope.

In other news, Dad sent another letter. He thinks they might have to evacuate soon, after the raid on the Portsmouth docs the whole town is on edge but hopefully, it won’t come to that. Denis is already missing and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Dad and Peggy too. I can’t think about that, I shouldn’t.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow. 

I’m sure I’ll have a more interesting update after I’ve started my undercover work today,

Ada

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The Precinct, 9:30 am

My train was delayed today, my first day on the cover job and I’m already late. Great first impression Ada! 

“Miss Chapman, I presume?” a middle-aged man, with a not-so-flattering navy blue suit and a grey homburg hat that he definitely should’ve thrown away in the 30s, calls my name from across the ground floor.

“A little late but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt considering It’s your first day”. By the affirmative tone of his low, grumbling voice, I assume he’s the captain; Michael Brewer. I wonder if he knows he’s missing a button on his shirt?

“Yes sir, nice to meet you. Apologies for my Tardiness” 

“Please follow me, I’ll take you to your desk so you can settle in. We run a tight ship here Chapman and I expect the very best from my employees, no less. let's hope you can keep up” I internally snicker at the tight ship remark. If it truly was a tight ship, I wouldn’t be here. If not for the fact I’m here undercover, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that sentence; but something about it unsettles me. Alarm bells ring in my head. Michael will be on my watch list.

The tour is pretty mundane, I’ve only been hired as the secretary for my department so there’s no need for me to see the entirety of the precinct however, one room, in particular, catches my eye. The captain’s office, I’ll have to make a mental note of its whereabouts. Michael has been rambling on about the pride and joy of the precinct, and how he’s “built a family he can trust”; I refrain from laughing, being late on my first day is one thing but being fired for rudeness on the first day? I think I’ll pass. Before I know it, We’ve already reached my department floor. It’s nothing too extravagant but it’s certainly the biggest. The criminal investigation department has the most employees in the entire precinct, from the constable to the detective team, the sergeant, translators, the medical examiners and then there’s me, the secretary. I know Nick is a detective and, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s the lead detective. Speaking of him, I wonder if he’s in today?

Before I can allow myself to get carried away with my wondering thoughts, Michael finally finishes his boastful rant and shows me to my desk.

“Right chapman, this is your desk. You’ll be doing the majority of your administrative work here but it’s important to store any important and private documents in the file room and I expect them to be logged at the end of each shift. Understood?” Having to lock them away might be a slight problem, I need solid evidence for this case but having access to the file room could be beneficial.

“Yes sir”

“I’ll leave you to settle in and meet your colleagues, we’re happy to have you, Chapman”

“Well look who it is!” an oh-so-familiar voice averts my attention, making me turn away from my desk.

“Nick? Uh I mean Mr Folio” Addressing another boss of mine by his first name, today is just tip-top.

“What’s with the formalities Doll? Please everyone calls me Nick around here, Mr Folio sounds way too formal for my liking”. My breath hitches and I chew on my bottom lip as he calls me ‘doll’. Doll, I like the sound of that. He looks extra sexy today. Sure he looked handsome in a black tank top, but now? He’s wearing a white spear point collard dress shirt paired with navy blue suit trousers with white stripes, a brown, white dotted tie and brown leather oxfords. I can’t help but stare, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tanned, veiny arms. Heat flushes across my body down to my core, he’s hot. Real hot and I’m flustered. 

“Cat got your tongue, doll?” He smirks. There’s that damned nickname again.

Everything about him entices me and I know these feelings are wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m supposed to be working against him, spying on him and digging for info but he’s just so sweet to look at.

“Sorry just a little tired, what did you say?”

“I said I was about to go on lunch and you owe me a lunch date, care to join?” A date? I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech.

“Sure! You’ll have to pick where we go, I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the city yet” Nick quickly grabs his suit jacket and grey fedora from his desk at the back of the room and gently puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the precinct. A tingle surges up my spine at the light contact, causing a slight shiver.

Nick takes me to a cute little diner about a block away. There’s a yellow and red sign that reads “Fred’s cafe & diner” and a couple of cars parked out front including a new, mint green chevrolet fleetline. Dad told me about these new cars in one of his letters, he thinks they’re an eyesore but I quite like them. 

We settle into a small booth in the corner, right by the window that overlooks the narrow street next to the diner. I’m conflicted, I’m sat across from one of the most, if not the most, handsome men I’ve ever met. His eyes are so dreamy; he’s practically eye-fucking me from across the table, looking down ever so slightly at my lips, as I make small talk about the fleetline out front, and my stomach turns to goo. I begin to wonder what what his lips taste like, how he’d look pushing me up against the wall; but it’s a fleeting thought. Stay on track Ada. A waitress takes our orders and there’s a tense silence among us.

“So doll, how are you enjoying the city so far?” I wish he’d stop calling that.

“It’s not too bad, I really miss the beach and my family but I love the livelihood here. It's a nice change” Home, I miss home. All I want is to hug Peggy and Dad but until the war is over, this is home in the meantime.

“Damn I don’t know why you’d pass up the seaside to live here of all places, but I’m glad you did” Leaning forward on his arms, he smirks.

“Really?”

“Sure, I get to look at your pretty face every day. Sounds like a nice perk to me” He winks. My cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink whilst I find myself attempting to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face.

“How about you? How does life here compare to Maryland?”

“Hmm It’s good, I love the job but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the war. I used to be a detective back in Maryland but I was relocated here to help with the war effort” Sometimes I forget about the war; moments like these make me feel normal and happy as if there’s not a single care in the world. But then I read the paper and I’m brought back to reality.

“Watch’ya thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Concern starts to grow on his face.

“I was just thinking of home and the war, you know? I miss my family and life before it all started” My heart sinks thinking about it all.

“Oh doll, we don’t know each other too well yet and I know I can’t compare to your real home, but I promise I’ll do my best to make you a home away from home. Can’t stand to see a pretty face frown.” Is this the right guy? I mean, really? This is the so-called dangerous man who’s supposed to be stealing money from the precinct? I’ve never met such a gentle, caring soul; and not to point out the obvious but, fuck he’s handsome, I wouldn’t mind feeling his hands on my hips sometime. No, no I can’t think like that. I have a job to do, I mustn’t lose my focus. My thoughts are quickly averted as Nick says my name from across the table, signalling our lunch break is almost over. Come on Ada, snap out of it. 

“Thank you, Nick. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home with you”

With you? Shit.

 I am royally fucked.

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AN: Sorry this took so long! I was in a really long writing slump but i'm hoping to get a chapter out every two weeks (no promises). I'm really looking forward to you guys seeing what happens between Nick and ADA. Ada has very quickly become my favourite character I've ever written. Please let me know your thoughts! Again, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this series :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts about this series or any of the omens members anonymously (no fic requests).

Tag List: @iknownothingpeople , @dsireland86 , @vinyardmauro , @thatchickwiththecamera , @blackveilomens

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oh this is just EVIL😭🫠

Them getting off in your panties on tour

This is so Noah coded

He sends you a picture right? And you’re like omg Noah sent me a picture 🥰 but then you open it and it’s a very expensive pair of panties wrapped around his cock which is red and leaking and maybe you drool a little!!! And you’re about to respond when you get a video and he’s jerking himself aggressively and whimpering and you can just barely hear him whispering “can I cum please can I cum I’m so close it hurts-“ HESUSHEHUSB you should say no just to be EVIL

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Folio at Sick New world🥁🔥

via @ // bleghssing on X

(they have asked do not re post pics elsewhere without giving credit)

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It’s Complicated, My Darling: Character Introductions

Of course, we all know who our beloved Nick Folio is but in this universe, he is not the drummer of bad omens; Folio is a detective in 1941. Besides Folio, every character in this story is entirely fictional, so when you see mentions of his “family” in this story, they are NOT his real family. There will be quite a lot of names mentioned and new characters will be introduced throughout, so I thought I’d make a character profile for each of them. I will make another one as the story progresses but for now, meet the characters of “It’s Complicated, My Darling” so far!

(for ages, note that the story is currently taking place in May of 1941)

Main Male Character

Name: Nicholas John Folio / Nick

Age: 25

Birthday: 17/07/1915

Birthplace: Maryland, USA

Occupation: Lead Detective

Started as a Police officer at age 18 and worked for 6 years until the beginning of the war

He was relocated to NYC to help with the war effort

Enlisted in the Army at the beginning of the war but was discharged in June of 1940 due to a back injury

He then returned to work where he was promoted to lead detective

Enjoys fishing

Has a 1936 Harley-Davidson EL Knucklehead

Family is currently unknown (fictional)

Main Female Character

Name: Ada Marie Chapman

Age: 23

Birthday: 21/03/1918

Birthplace: Brighton, England

Occupation: Undercover Secretary / Operative

Moved to London and worked as a secretary in England in 1940 and was made an operative after she discovered a traitor among her colleagues, previous workplace is unknown

Partner agency in NYC so she was chosen and relocated to NYC

Enjoys knitting, bird spotting and walks on Brighton pier

Hates seagulls

Has 2 sisters & a brother

Side Characters

Name: Logan Chapman

Age: 52

Birthday: January 1889

Birthplace: Brixton, England

Relation: Ada’s farther

Slim build, Grey hair, glasses, always wears a suit

Birthday unknown

Orphaned mother died giving birth and father sent him away

Siblings unknown

Met his wife in 1917 when he moved to Brighton during the war, discharged from injury

Served in WWI 

Name: Mary Chapman

Age: 40, deceased

Birthday: 24/07/1899

Birthplace: Brighton, England

Relation: Ada’s mother

Came from a middle-class family

Met Logan in Brighton when he came into her family-owned tailor shop

Married Logan within 6 months 

Had 4 children: Ada, Denis, Peggy and Agnes

Enjoyed taking them to the pier in the summer and buying them ice cream

Died in March 1940 evacuating to Canada with one of her daughters Agnes, ship sunk

Name: Denis Chapman

Age: 19

Birthday: 16/12/1921

Birthplace: Brighton, England

Relation: Ada’s younger brother

Only boy amongst siblings

Always caused trouble at school

Worked in his grandfather’s tailor shop for a year before the war

Enlisted at aged 17

Wrote home as frequently as he could

Declared MIA in July of 1940

Name: Peggy-Anne Chapman

Age: 9

Birthday: 28/06/1931

Birthplace: Brighton, England

Relation: Ada’s younger sister

Second to youngest sibling

Goes by Peggy or ‘pegs’

Loves dresses and dolls

Favourite activity is running down the pier scaring the seagulls

Used to love playing with her friends and little sister in the fields during the summer

Very stubborn

Name: Agnes Chapman

Age: 5, deceased

Birthday: 13/06/1935

Birthplace: Brighton, England

Relation: Ada’s youngest sister

Evacuated to Canada with her mother but the ship sunk

Died just 3 months before her 6th birthday

Loved making daisy chains with Ada and singing Ring ‘O’ Roses with Peggy in the fields

Favourite toy was a teddy bear made by her mother for her 3rd birthday

Name: John Hughes

Age: 58

Birthday: 11/02/1883

Birthplace: London, England

Occupation: Head of operative agency, Ada’s boss

Made head of agency during WWI

Bit of an arsehole

Misogynist

Never fought on the front lines but likes to brag as if he did

Wife left him, no children

Name: Alfred Goodwin

Age: 60

Birthday: 03/01/1881

Birthplace: NYC, America

Occupation: Head of England’s partner operative agency in NYC

Also a misogynist, just american

Arrogant

Has a wife and twin girls, always berating them because he wanted boys

A dick but he’s good at his job

Name: Michael Brewer

Age: 56

Birthday: 13/01/1885

Birthplace: NYC, America

Occupation: Captain of 13th Precinct

Fairly diplomatic, just bossy

Big ego

Never has a suit that fits

Fired 5 secretaries in the past 4 months because they “weren't young enough”

Married but is cheating on his wife with his neighbour 

5 children but hardly sees them

More will be introduced later in the story, but that's all for now!

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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1

Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC (Ada Chapman)

Word count: 1.6K

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of war, slightly suggestive, explicit language, fluff

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 20th 1941

New York City, USA

7:00 am

Dear Diary,

Yesterday is still a haze and I barely slept all night, tossing and turning thinking about him. I still can’t believe my luck or lack thereof. Things are always too good to be true and yesterday proved that. God damn you, Nick. It had to be you didn’t it? Who am I kidding, we met once and he’s cute but that’s it. I don’t know him, he was just an attractive man on the train who just so happens to be the man I’m being told to track. It can’t be so different from any other mission, can it? I can do this, I’m bloody brilliant at this job and this mission will be a piece of cake, I hope.

In other news, Dad sent another letter. He thinks they might have to evacuate soon, after the raid on the Portsmouth docs the whole town is on edge but hopefully, it won’t come to that. Denis is already missing and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Dad and Peggy too. I can’t think about that, I shouldn’t.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow. 

I’m sure I’ll have a more interesting update after I’ve started my undercover work today,

Ada

-

The Precinct, 9:30 am

My train was delayed today, my first day on the cover job and I’m already late. Great first impression Ada! 

“Miss Chapman, I presume?” a middle-aged man, with a not-so-flattering navy blue suit and a grey homburg hat that he definitely should’ve thrown away in the 30s, calls my name from across the ground floor.

“A little late but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt considering It’s your first day”. By the affirmative tone of his low, grumbling voice, I assume he’s the captain; Michael Brewer. I wonder if he knows he’s missing a button on his shirt?

“Yes sir, nice to meet you. Apologies for my Tardiness” 

“Please follow me, I’ll take you to your desk so you can settle in. We run a tight ship here Chapman and I expect the very best from my employees, no less. let's hope you can keep up” I internally snicker at the tight ship remark. If it truly was a tight ship, I wouldn’t be here. If not for the fact I’m here undercover, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that sentence; but something about it unsettles me. Alarm bells ring in my head. Michael will be on my watch list.

The tour is pretty mundane, I’ve only been hired as the secretary for my department so there’s no need for me to see the entirety of the precinct however, one room, in particular, catches my eye. The captain’s office, I’ll have to make a mental note of its whereabouts. Michael has been rambling on about the pride and joy of the precinct, and how he’s “built a family he can trust”; I refrain from laughing, being late on my first day is one thing but being fired for rudeness on the first day? I think I’ll pass. Before I know it, We’ve already reached my department floor. It’s nothing too extravagant but it’s certainly the biggest. The criminal investigation department has the most employees in the entire precinct, from the constable to the detective team, the sergeant, translators, the medical examiners and then there’s me, the secretary. I know Nick is a detective and, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s the lead detective. Speaking of him, I wonder if he’s in today?

Before I can allow myself to get carried away with my wondering thoughts, Michael finally finishes his boastful rant and shows me to my desk.

“Right chapman, this is your desk. You’ll be doing the majority of your administrative work here but it’s important to store any important and private documents in the file room and I expect them to be logged at the end of each shift. Understood?” Having to lock them away might be a slight problem, I need solid evidence for this case but having access to the file room could be beneficial.

“Yes sir”

“I’ll leave you to settle in and meet your colleagues, we’re happy to have you, Chapman”

“Well look who it is!” an oh-so-familiar voice averts my attention, making me turn away from my desk.

“Nick? Uh I mean Mr Folio” Addressing another boss of mine by his first name, today is just tip-top.

“What’s with the formalities Doll? Please everyone calls me Nick around here, Mr Folio sounds way too formal for my liking”. My breath hitches and I chew on my bottom lip as he calls me ‘doll’. Doll, I like the sound of that. He looks extra sexy today. Sure he looked handsome in a black tank top, but now? He’s wearing a white spear point collard dress shirt paired with navy blue suit trousers with white stripes, a brown, white dotted tie and brown leather oxfords. I can’t help but stare, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tanned, veiny arms. Heat flushes across my body down to my core, he’s hot. Real hot and I’m flustered. 

“Cat got your tongue, doll?” He smirks. There’s that damned nickname again.

Everything about him entices me and I know these feelings are wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m supposed to be working against him, spying on him and digging for info but he’s just so sweet to look at.

“Sorry just a little tired, what did you say?”

“I said I was about to go on lunch and you owe me a lunch date, care to join?” A date? I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech.

“Sure! You’ll have to pick where we go, I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the city yet” Nick quickly grabs his suit jacket and grey fedora from his desk at the back of the room and gently puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the precinct. A tingle surges up my spine at the light contact, causing a slight shiver.

Nick takes me to a cute little diner about a block away. There’s a yellow and red sign that reads “Fred’s cafe & diner” and a couple of cars parked out front including a new, mint green chevrolet fleetline. Dad told me about these new cars in one of his letters, he thinks they’re an eyesore but I quite like them. 

We settle into a small booth in the corner, right by the window that overlooks the narrow street next to the diner. I’m conflicted, I’m sat across from one of the most, if not the most, handsome men I’ve ever met. His eyes are so dreamy; he’s practically eye-fucking me from across the table, looking down ever so slightly at my lips, as I make small talk about the fleetline out front, and my stomach turns to goo. I begin to wonder what what his lips taste like, how he’d look pushing me up against the wall; but it’s a fleeting thought. Stay on track Ada. A waitress takes our orders and there’s a tense silence among us.

“So doll, how are you enjoying the city so far?” I wish he’d stop calling that.

“It’s not too bad, I really miss the beach and my family but I love the livelihood here. It's a nice change” Home, I miss home. All I want is to hug Peggy and Dad but until the war is over, this is home in the meantime.

“Damn I don’t know why you’d pass up the seaside to live here of all places, but I’m glad you did” Leaning forward on his arms, he smirks.

“Really?”

“Sure, I get to look at your pretty face every day. Sounds like a nice perk to me” He winks. My cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink whilst I find myself attempting to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face.

“How about you? How does life here compare to Maryland?”

“Hmm It’s good, I love the job but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the war. I used to be a detective back in Maryland but I was relocated here to help with the war effort” Sometimes I forget about the war; moments like these make me feel normal and happy as if there’s not a single care in the world. But then I read the paper and I’m brought back to reality.

“Watch’ya thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Concern starts to grow on his face.

“I was just thinking of home and the war, you know? I miss my family and life before it all started” My heart sinks thinking about it all.

“Oh doll, we don’t know each other too well yet and I know I can’t compare to your real home, but I promise I’ll do my best to make you a home away from home. Can’t stand to see a pretty face frown.” Is this the right guy? I mean, really? This is the so-called dangerous man who’s supposed to be stealing money from the precinct? I’ve never met such a gentle, caring soul; and not to point out the obvious but, fuck he’s handsome, I wouldn’t mind feeling his hands on my hips sometime. No, no I can’t think like that. I have a job to do, I mustn’t lose my focus. My thoughts are quickly averted as Nick says my name from across the table, signalling our lunch break is almost over. Come on Ada, snap out of it. 

“Thank you, Nick. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home with you”

With you? Shit.

 I am royally fucked.

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AN: Sorry this took so long! I was in a really long writing slump but i'm hoping to get a chapter out every two weeks (no promises). I'm really looking forward to you guys seeing what happens between Nick and ADA. Ada has very quickly become my favourite character I've ever written. Please let me know your thoughts! Again, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this series :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts about this series or any of the omens members anonymously (no fic requests).

Tag List: @iknownothingpeople , @dsireland86 , @vinyardmauro , @thatchickwiththecamera , @blackveilomens

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i loved this little series so much😭🥺

A Friend Down In Hell - Part Twenty-Two END

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology.

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Final Part for Folio & Ishtar.. but don't worry the Hell-Verse is not over yet, keep an eye out..

To read from the beginning: A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist

And for those that missed Noah & Ellie's Story previously, all Hell-Verse stories will be included here: Combined Hell-Verse Masterlist

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens @jilliemiw86

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

“Let's go, Sunshine, give them some time to think it over.”

Ishtar joined Nick as they left the bar to head back to her apartment. She’d teleported to the bar to get there, this morning, so it was no trouble at all to choose to go with him on his bike, or summon her helmet with a snap of her fingers. Neither was a bother, if anything she preferred it, spending time with him was always something she preferred. Yes, she’d sent him away last night, but everyone needed a bit of alone time when they were stressed now and then, even her. Now, now she was overjoyed, and she just knew she didn’t want to be apart from him. Knowing that he was willing to face a man that had just tried to stab him last night to defend her, ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous, but, she just wanted to wrap herself around him and never let go.

Of course, as soon as they got to her apartment building, when they stepped into her apartment, the door closed behind them, Ishtar spun around on him and smacked her hand across his bicep. She used an open palm, right across his skin, a nice slap. Not as hard as she could, but none too lightly either, she wanted him to feel it a little bit, just a little anyway, not to much, just enough to know she was serious.

“Ow!”

So she did it again, and again.

“Ow, ow! Okay, okay, I get it!”

“Do you, Sunshine? Tony tried to stab you yesterday, and you just walked right into that office to confront them alone? You didn’t even tell me you were going!”

At the very least, he looked a tiny bit sheepish at that.

“You would have tried to stop me and told I didn’t need to go in, and I know you had it handled, but Ishtar, hear me out, I caused the problem, I wanted to at least try to fix it. To go and see your boss in person and tell him to his face just what kind of man that Tony is. In my experience, horrible people like Tony get away with the shit that they do, because they get away with so many little things, that when something big like yesterday happens, everyone goes.. Oh well, no one will punish him for it, so what’s the point?”

Nick expression was set into a fierce gaze, and Ishtar couldn’t help but wonder if her Sunshine hadn’t met men like Tony in his time in the living realm as well. Then again, he was a biker he worked in a bar just like she did, they got all kinds and that she knew well, who knows what kind of people might have crossed his path during his life. It was fair to say that he might have indeed come across others, just like Tony, that got away with all kinds of things because no one challenged them. Taking in a slow deep breath at his words, she sighed.

“Alright, I understand, but you understand mine, too, right? You could have taken Noah, Nicholas, or even Jolly, anyone would have been better than no one, Nick!”

Her voice cracked a little at the end when she thought about what could have happened if Tony had attacked him again, and her boss had done nothing to stop it. He had been friends with Tony longer than she had worked there, longer than she’d been alive in this lifetime, who knows what could have gone down once he had arrived. Nick might not be able to die again, but it would not have been a fair fight, not when Tony had backup this time.

Folio wanted to continue to insist he would have been fine, he wanted to argue that he could handle Tony just like he had last night. He was a coward at worst, and a pansy that couldn’t throw a decent punch at best, but then when her voice did that thing, he swallowed it down. No, he wouldn’t argue. Taking in a deep breath instead, he reached for her, arms circling around her waist just as hers then wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him to her tightly, a soft sound escaping her throat.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you so badly, I’ll remember to be more careful next time I have to deal with them, I swear. Always with you, always with backup. Never let myself get away with me.. You have my word.”

Not be stupid enough not to accept Jolly’s offer next time! That would be a good starting point at least.

“Oh, Sunshine, I don’t think there is going to be a next time.”

Pulling back from her to groan,

“You don’t seriously think they’ll still have the gall to fire you after that? Noah and Nicholas will rip into them when they find out what Tony did! Can they send him to punishment? Are there punishment realms for demons? Please tell me yes, please!”

“Hold on, Sunshine, hold on, that’s not what I mean. Hearing everything you said to Mario, and Tony in the office, about me, about what I have to put up with there, even if I don’t get fired, I don’t want to work there any more. I’m done. Working at the bar, I wanted to work my way up, and it's not worth debasing myself like that any more. They aren’t going to let me get anywhere, I need to make my own way. I’ve always wanted my own place, and it's about time. Maybe a little café.”

Folio lit up at the sound of it, Ishtar had talked about her dreams of owning her own little café one day more than once, and the thought sounded perfect for her. She was wonderful with people, and he loved her baking, how could he ever not support her in this?

“With breakfast wraps?”

Hearing her lyrical laugh when he asked her that. Of course, he was going to ask that, there was no way he was going to be going to the shop across the street when he was going to be going to Ishtar’s instead. Breakfast wraps or not. He would just get something else instead if she chose to make a different variety to keep up a fresh menu.

“Maybe, or maybe something better. I’m sure I could come up with my own version. I found a recipe for breakfast muffins, and I’ll throw in an apple crumble one on the house just for you, Sunshine.”

“As if you haven’t already gotten me sold, Princess.”

Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, grinning all the while, over the moon right then. For a morning when he had been absolutely distraught with the disaster that the night before had been, he was overjoyed right then. Looking into her bright, sparkling eyes, the joy there, he just knew, Folio knew..

“Ishtar.. I want to bond, I want to bond with you. I love you more than anything. I want to share this life with you, and your next life, and the next.. Not to mention every life after. I want to wear your vines proudly on my skin for everyone to see.”

Hearing her giggle when he mentioned her vines, her lips pressed right back against his in response, he would take that as an agreement, an enthusiastic agreement! He knew it would be different for him, in a sense giving up reincarnation to stay with her, but any time he’d even thought about going back, the pros did not out weight the cons in his point of view. While he openly talked about having no interest, he was sure everyone considered it, at least sometimes, who didn’t wonder about the world of the living sometimes.

Ishtar preparing for their bonding didn’t take long at all. Some liked to make a ceremony of it, but Ishtar always considered it to be something that should be more personal, something that was very private. It was a bonding of the souls, it was a magical ritual that was about to voluntarily bind the very essence of what made them who they were together for the rest of eternity. Yes, she had been surprised when Nick had told her he had never wanted to get married, and yet had sort out the information on bonding with her so readily. Marriage was nothing but a signature on a piece of paper for her, a vow for humans she supposed, but bonding was a magical blood tie that lasted beyond death.

For her, she had always dreamed about whom she might one day want to bond with, but Ishtar never thought it would be like this, though, so intense, so quickly. Ishtar knew others that were involved for years before they even considered bonding, and here she was, only weeks with Nick. Weeks, well, weeks after five years.. But she knew. She knew the moment that Nick told her that he wanted to bond with her, warmth had swelled in her chest, that she’d made the right choice. She’d known the moment she’d mentioned it in the field, under the starts. The way he assured her he never wanted her to push her into human ways instead of demonic ones, how could she not want to wrap him up and keep him for her own? 

Some might say it was selfish in so many ways, that it was asking him to give up reincarnation. She didn’t see it that way. Nick would have to live with her dying and having to wait for her to come back to him every few hundred years, and if she had to do the same now and then? If he wanted to reincarnate and go back into the world, and she had to remind him of who she was when he came back to hell, she would, each and every time he wanted to go. She could only hope he’d still fall in love with her still, for while her soul would be bound to his, but his soul wouldn’t be bound to hers.

That didn’t deter her, he’d always be her Sunshine, no matter what.

It wasn’t even lunchtime when they were kneeling in the middle of the sitting room. Ishtar had cleared the furniture from around the space and laid down a sheet. She used charcoal to draw the binding symbols in a circle around the space on the sheet where they were now kneeling in the middle of. Nick was shirtless, while Ishtar wore one of her light sun dresses, so her arms were completely bare along with most of her shoulders. She had written the runes that she needed him to use onto a piece of paper, and where he was to place them, but the next step some found a bit squeamish. Thankfully, she full well knew that Nick would be able to handle the sight of blood.

Ishtar was careful was where she sliced their hands open, the worst mistake anyone made was cutting open their palm to affect their nerves. Not that either of them had to worry about not healing, or that their nerves would suffer permanent damage from the cuts. Just the same, the ritual spell required them both to bleed into the bowl between them, mixing their blood together. From here Ishtar painted a series of runes with her fingertips in a mixture of their blood, along Nick’s shoulder blades, and down his biceps and forearms, and he did the same to her. The runes on each of their bodies were different, one denoting that she was binding her soul to his, and he was the one being bound to. 

Once Nick was finished, Ishtar smiled softly to herself. He had insisted that she have a way to check to make sure that he got all the runes perfect, which was why they had a handheld mirror inside the circle. It had to be inside, they couldn’t leave the circle before the bonding was complete, or it would dissipate the runes, and they’d have to start again from scratch. She checked, and sure enough, thanks to her guidance, and his careful following of the guide drawing, he got them just right. 

Taking his hands in hers, she grasped them and began the final steps of the ritual. The demonic language of the spell flowed from her tongue seamlessly as she spoke the words to bind herself to him. To give her soul to him for the rest of her life, all of her lives, with every death and rebirth. Just as he would bare her soul mark from here on, he was in her heart always.

The moment the words ended, the runes seemed to melt into one long line on both of their skin and flowed into the air forming a scarlet ribbon made of their blood. It flowed through the air, and wound its way around their arms. One wrap around each arm, before tightening around their skin, as if to act as the very binding, before the blood ribbon fading and sank into their skin. This was their red string of fate, it was always going to be a part of them, and Ishtar would have it no other way.

“It’s done.”

Seeing Nick beaming back at her,

“It’s finished?”

Her eyes flickered down to the side of his neck slightly with a smile, “Have a look for yourself, Sunshine.” She held up the mirror for him to have a look at himself. Ishtar watched him as he held up the handheld mirror to see the mirror image of the vines that ran down the side of her neck down the bare side of his neck, the side that was previously unmarked. Seeing the way he practically radiated pure joy at that moment, sunshine, just as she always called him.

“It’s perfect. Now, every time I look in the mirror, I get to be reminded how lucky I am to be bonded to you, Princess.”

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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1

Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC (Ada Chapman)

Word count: 1.6K

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of war, slightly suggestive, explicit language, fluff

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Ada

May 20th 1941

New York City, USA

7:00 am

Dear Diary,

Yesterday is still a haze and I barely slept all night, tossing and turning thinking about him. I still can’t believe my luck or lack thereof. Things are always too good to be true and yesterday proved that. God damn you, Nick. It had to be you didn’t it? Who am I kidding, we met once and he’s cute but that’s it. I don’t know him, he was just an attractive man on the train who just so happens to be the man I’m being told to track. It can’t be so different from any other mission, can it? I can do this, I’m bloody brilliant at this job and this mission will be a piece of cake, I hope.

In other news, Dad sent another letter. He thinks they might have to evacuate soon, after the raid on the Portsmouth docs the whole town is on edge but hopefully, it won’t come to that. Denis is already missing and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Dad and Peggy too. I can’t think about that, I shouldn’t.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow. 

I’m sure I’ll have a more interesting update after I’ve started my undercover work today,

Ada

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The Precinct, 9:30 am

My train was delayed today, my first day on the cover job and I’m already late. Great first impression Ada! 

“Miss Chapman, I presume?” a middle-aged man, with a not-so-flattering navy blue suit and a grey homburg hat that he definitely should’ve thrown away in the 30s, calls my name from across the ground floor.

“A little late but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt considering It’s your first day”. By the affirmative tone of his low, grumbling voice, I assume he’s the captain; Michael Brewer. I wonder if he knows he’s missing a button on his shirt?

“Yes sir, nice to meet you. Apologies for my Tardiness” 

“Please follow me, I’ll take you to your desk so you can settle in. We run a tight ship here Chapman and I expect the very best from my employees, no less. let's hope you can keep up” I internally snicker at the tight ship remark. If it truly was a tight ship, I wouldn’t be here. If not for the fact I’m here undercover, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that sentence; but something about it unsettles me. Alarm bells ring in my head. Michael will be on my watch list.

The tour is pretty mundane, I’ve only been hired as the secretary for my department so there’s no need for me to see the entirety of the precinct however, one room, in particular, catches my eye. The captain’s office, I’ll have to make a mental note of its whereabouts. Michael has been rambling on about the pride and joy of the precinct, and how he’s “built a family he can trust”; I refrain from laughing, being late on my first day is one thing but being fired for rudeness on the first day? I think I’ll pass. Before I know it, We’ve already reached my department floor. It’s nothing too extravagant but it’s certainly the biggest. The criminal investigation department has the most employees in the entire precinct, from the constable to the detective team, the sergeant, translators, the medical examiners and then there’s me, the accountant and secretary. I know Nick is a detective and, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s the lead detective. Speaking of him, I wonder if he’s in today?

Before I can allow myself to get carried away with my wondering thoughts, Michael finally finishes his boastful rant and shows me to my desk.

“Right chapman, this is your desk. You’ll be doing the majority of your administrative work here but it’s important to store any important and private documents in the file room and I expect them to be logged at the end of each shift. Understood?” Having to lock them away might be a slight problem, I need solid evidence for this case but having access to the file room could be beneficial.

“Yes sir”

“I’ll leave you to settle in and meet your colleagues, we’re happy to have you, Chapman”

“Well look who it is!” an oh-so-familiar voice averts my attention, making me turn away from my desk.

“Nick? Uh I mean Mr Folio” Addressing another boss of mine by his first name, today is just tip-top.

“What’s with the formalities Doll? Please everyone calls me Nick around here, Mr Folio sounds way too formal for my liking”. My breath hitches and I chew on my bottom lip as he calls me ‘doll’. Doll, I like the sound of that. He looks extra sexy today. Sure he looked handsome in a black tank top, but now? He’s wearing a white spear point collard dress shirt paired with navy blue suit trousers with white stripes, a brown, white dotted tie and brown leather oxfords. I can’t help but stare, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tanned, veiny arms. Heat flushes across my body down to my core, he’s hot. Real hot and I’m flustered. 

“Cat got your tongue, doll?” He smirks. There’s that damned nickname again.

Everything about him entices me and I know these feelings are wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m supposed to be working against him, spying on him and digging for info but he’s just so sweet to look at.

“Sorry just a little tired, what did you say?”

“I said I was about to go on lunch and you owe me a lunch date, care to join?” A date? I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech.

“Sure! You’ll have to pick where we go, I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the city yet” Nick quickly grabs his suit jacket and grey fedora from his desk at the back of the room and gently puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the precinct. A tingle surges up my spine at the light contact, causing a slight shiver.

Nick takes me to a cute little diner about a block away. There’s a yellow and red sign that reads “Fred’s cafe & diner” and a couple of cars parked out front including a new, mint green chevrolet fleetline. Dad told me about these new cars in one of his letters, he thinks they’re an eyesore but I quite like them. 

We settle into a small booth in the corner, right by the window that overlooks the narrow street next to the diner. I’m conflicted, I’m sat across from one of the most, if not the most, handsome men I’ve ever met. His eyes are so dreamy; he’s practically eye-fucking me from across the table, looking down ever so slightly at my lips, as I make small talk about the fleetline out front, and my stomach turns to goo. I begin to wonder what what his lips taste like, how he’d look pushing me up against the wall; but it’s a fleeting thought. Stay on track Ada. A waitress takes our orders and there’s a tense silence among us.

“So doll, how are you enjoying the city so far?” I wish he’d stop calling that.

“It’s not too bad, I really miss the beach and my family but I love the livelihood here. It's a nice change” Home, I miss home. All I want is to hug Peggy and Dad but until the war is over, this is home in the meantime.

“Damn I don’t know why you’d pass up the seaside to live here of all places, but I’m glad you did” Leaning forward on his arms, he smirks.

“Really?”

“Sure, I get to look at your pretty face every day. Sounds like a nice perk to me” He winks. My cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink whilst I find myself attempting to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face.

“How about you? How does life here compare to Maryland?”

“Hmm It’s good, I love the job but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the war. I used to be a detective back in Maryland but I was relocated here to help with the war effort” Sometimes I forget about the war; moments like these make me feel normal and happy as if there’s not a single care in the world. But then I read the paper and I’m brought back to reality.

“Watch’ya thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Concern starts to grow on his face.

“I was just thinking of home and the war, you know? I miss my family and life before it all started” My heart sinks thinking about it all.

“Oh doll, we don’t know each other too well yet and I know I can’t compare to your real home, but I promise I’ll do my best to make you a home away from home. Can’t stand to see a pretty face frown.” Is this the right guy? I mean, really? This is the so-called dangerous man who’s supposed to be stealing money from the precinct? I’ve never met such a gentle, caring soul; and not to point out the obvious but, fuck he’s handsome, I wouldn’t mind feeling his hands on my hips sometime. No, no I can’t think like that. I have a job to do, I mustn’t lose my focus. My thoughts are quickly averted as Nick says my name from across the table, signalling our lunch break is almost over. Come on Ada, snap out of it. 

“Thank you, Nick. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home with you”

With you? Shit.

 I am royally fucked.

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AN: Sorry this took so long! I was in a really long writing slump but i'm hoping to get a chapter out every two weeks (no promises). I'm really looking forward to you guys seeing what happens between Nick and ADA. Ada has very quickly become my favourite character I've ever written. Please let me know your thoughts! Again, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this series :)

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Made a little change to "it's complicated my darling", my Nick Folio 1940's series. What I've already posted has now been made the prologue. It's still important but the next chapter I post will be the first! I've been in a huge writing slump since posting the prologue but I'm currently working on the first official chapter and, hopefully, it should finally be out later tonight or tomorrow :)

You can read the prologue here

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Baby Doll - Dom folio x F!reader (short)

Genre: smut, fluff at the end

Warnings: 18+ Dominant Nick, Sub reader, use of spread bar and handcuffs, Wand, Edging, blindfold, face & vaginal slapping, orgasm denial, orgasm countdown

I couldn’t get dominant Folio out of my head so enjoy :)

nsfw under the cut, not proof read

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“No no, stay still baby doll. Only good girls get to cum, you can be a good girl can’t you?”

“But Nick-“ you whine in frustration as he holds the wand to your swollen bud. He’s been teasing you relentlessly all day; wearing your favourite tee of his that hugs his biceps just a little too tight, walking around the house shirtless glistening with sweat after drum practice, purposefully “forgetting” his towel resulting in him walking into your bedroom naked with a smug look on his face, rubbing and squeezing your thigh as you watch tv. All day he’s been pushing and pushing you to the edge so, you thought, why not have a little fun yourself? In hindsight that was a mistake, a happy mistake but a mistake nonetheless. It wasn’t you “accidentally” dropping ice cream on your t-shirt and stripping it off in front of him that made him break, or you putting on a very thin, white crop top with no bra afterward. No, it was the eye roll you gave when he called you a smart arse for correcting his sentence. That stupid eye roll is how you got yourself in this situation; your hands handcuffed to the spread bar that’s keeping your legs open, pussy dripping on full display for him, blindfolded and begging him to let you cum. He’s not always dominant, Nick can be so sweet and caring during sex. He loves to worship you, praise you, and give you all the pleasure even if it means sacrificing his release, but now and then, if you push him far enough, he’ll break.

“c’mon pretty baby use your words, tell me what you want” A sharp sting travels through you as he spanks your dripping cunt with his tatted hand.

“Please let me cum, I’ll be good i promise” you wriggle your hips in a desperate attempt to gain any sort of friction and relief.

“oh but you haven’t been a good girl, have you doll? think you can show me how good you can be” frantically, you nod your head, desperate to show him you can behave. He removes your blindfold and tosses it aside so he can look you in the eyes as he reapplies the wand to your clit.

“I’m gonna count to 10 then you can cum, but don’t you dare cum before or you won’t get to cum for a week. Think you can do that for me doll?” God this is torture and he’s loving every minute of it, seeing his pretty baby so fucked out and desperate for him.

“1..2..3”

The countdown feels like its going on forever, every slight movement you make sends you closer and closer to the edge. You’re in such a daze that you’re struggling to focus, barely able to hear him counting. All you can think about is the pleasure pulsing through you. Just the feeling of your nipples brushing ever so slightly against your arms, sending a tingling feeling through your chest, makes you fling your head back into the pillow; but Nick isn’t happy with that, he wants to see you pleading with your eyes as you struggle to hold on.

Giving your cheek a quick slap, he grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“Nuh uh, eyes on me baby, that’s it”

To make matters worse, he pushes two fingers inside you, dragging them in and out at a relentless pace making you whine louder and louder.

“7..8..9 oh you’re doing so well, nearly there beautiful”

You’re right at the edge, arching your back trying so hard to hold off until he reaches 10, but he won’t say it yet. He wants to see his baby shake just a little longer.

“hmm Nick-“

“You’ve done so well baby, you ready to cum for me?” You swear you’ve never nodded so fast in your life.

“10. that’s it, good girl cum on my fingers”

Pleasure pulses through your body as you finally reach your climax, You scream Nick’s name as your vision goes cloudy and your legs begin to shake. Nick removes his fingers, watching you clench around nothing as he unbinds your wrists and ankles.

“you did so good baby, so good” He pulls a blanket over you and holds you as your body starts to calm down, giving you kisses all over your face as he gently strokes your hair. This is your favourite side of nick, of course dominant nick is beyond hot, sexy, fun and thrilling but, this Nick? Sweet Nick who would do anything for his baby girl, who loves just to hold you in his arms, drawing circles on your back as you’re nuzzled into his chest, watching as you swiftly drift off to sleep. That’s your favourite Nick, but any Nick will do for you.

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“Gator needs his gat, punk ass bitch”

-some shit folio would say

LMFAOOOO HELP💀

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happy folio friday !! 🖤

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NOT THIS PIC OF FOLIO IN A LEATHER JACKET DROPPING HOURS AFTER THIS SMUT

SOMEONE SEDATE ME I BEG

Making It Work

Sequel to Hook, Line & Sinker

Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader

Word Count: 4,168

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected Sex. Multiple Orgasms. Oral (F Receiving).

Taglist: @somebodyels3 @herbhuntress @pathion @throughwoodsanddirt @meekahy

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A/N: This has undoubtedly been one of my favourite things to write. I want to write a lot more Folio content! (Requests are open, btw)

Everything had been building up to this moment. That night, after the barbecue and after your dad had gone to bed, you'd planted your thighs either side of Nicks and the two of you had kissed till you were breathless. You wished you'd taken more time to appreciate him, the way his hands felt heavy on your hips as he ground you into him, his mouth hot and wet against yours. It had seemed like you had all the time in the world, and then suddenly he was gone.

You both texted when you could, but with such different schedules it had been difficult and you'd found yourself itching to see him again. He’d finished tour two days ago and today was the first day you'd arranged to see each other.

He'd sent a text across at 5am letting you know he was setting off and should be with you by lunch and as the minute hand on your clock got closer to 12 you found yourself getting impatient. Every couple of minutes you twitched the curtain at the front, peering out into the street.

You heard the rumble of Nick's bike before you saw it. You ran away from the window at the noise, not wanting him to see you waiting. You did a quick check of your outfit and makeup in the bedroom mirror before you heard him knock. Your hands were almost shaking as you opened the door to him and you couldn't help but break into a smile the second you saw his face. He had a backpack lazily thrown over one shoulder, his helmet tucked under his arm, his hair still messy from being in the helmet for hours. And the best part of all, the head to toe leather outfit.

“Hi.” Your voice came out small, and you cleared your throat before speaking again stepping back from the doorway to let him in. As he stepped to walk past you, he hooked one of his leather clad arms around your waist and brought you into a kiss. You lent into him and used your foot to kick the door closed behind you.

“Been dying to see you again.” His words were sweet but his eyes seemed to be trailing over your entire frame as he held you. You both lent in for a second kiss, before he released your waist and pulled away, allowing his rucksack to slide down onto the floor, sitting his helmet down onto your coffee table. His hands reaching up to unzip his leather jacket, going to shrug it off before your hands reached out to stop him. You curled your fingers into each side of the jacket, feeling the leather under the pads of your fingers as you pulled him closer. He had a smug look on his lips like he knew what you were thinking, tilting his head down to kiss you for a third time.

As you broke away, resting your foreheads together he flashed you a bright smile and brought his hands up to either side of your face, thumbs stroking over your cheek bones.

“Are you going to tell me what you're thinking about pretty girl?” You flushed at the compliment, thinking back to how all this had happened in the first place. You had called him pretty first, but up this close, seeing him in his leathers, pretty had probably been the wrong word.

“Just thinking that I've missed you.” He hummed, bringing your face closer for another soft kiss, much sweeter than the previous.

“What else?” You tilted your head as your lips separated, nudging your nose against his. Your fingers were still curled into the material of his leather jacket holding him close.

“I didn't realise you would be coming on your bike… I wasn't expecting the leather.” There was that smug grin again. You could almost see the gears in his head spinning behind his eyes as he tried to choose his next words. Wanting to ensure his words had their intended effect.

“Gotta dress for the ride, pretty baby.” You thought of your outfit, of the matching lingerie you had on under your dress. You had also dressed for the ride. Your cheeks were heating up under Nick's hands, and he could see the rosy pink colour as he swiped his thumb back and forth over your cheeks.

“Are you having some nice thoughts?” He lent forwards and you instinctively closed your eyes, lips waiting to meet him. Instead, his lips bypassed your face, one of his hands sliding down past your neck, as he pressed a soft kiss next to your ear.

“Or some naughty ones?” He pressed another soft kiss there before leaning back, placing his hands either side of your face again to pull you into a sweet kiss. Your face was a much brighter pink now, almost red and he was loving every second of it. You reached up to take hold of one of Nick's hands, guiding it down to rest on your breast. He gave it a soft squeeze through the fabric of your dress, expecting to feel the stiff fabric of your bra under his fingers. When he didn't, he narrowed his eyes, dropping his grip to hook a finger over the material of your bust. He pulled the material down slightly, revealing the red lace trim and thin mesh material that made up the main cup of your bra. He covered you back up with a knowing grin, sliding his hand down further to grasp your waist.

“Am I going to find a little red lacy thong under here to match?” His other hand dropped to the material of your dress, raising it an inch at a time as he spoke, giving you plenty of opportunity to intervene. You stayed silent, face flushed and eyes staring back into his as you felt the dress sliding up over your thighs.

“Can I look pretty girl?” His eyes stayed trained on yours until you nodded and finally let go of his jacket. He lowered himself to his knees, coming face to face with the matching lacy red thong, just like he'd expected.

“You got all dressed up like this just for me?” He brushed one of his fingers over the small patch of material covering your core and you let out a small gasp, hips twitching towards him. He tutted, finger moving away, hand wrapping round your thigh instead, fingers digging into the skin.

“Don't be greedy.” His tone was almost mocking, eyes flicking back up to your face. You pouted as he looked at you, reaching down with one hand, sliding your fingers into his short locks. You gave his hair a gentle tug, lips curving up into a small.

“Haven't seen you in weeks and you want to try and tease?” You tried to rock your hips towards him, but the grip he had on your thigh kept you in place and you let out a soft huff, narrowing your eyes slightly as he smirked. He was enjoying this.

“You're the one who dressed up all pretty like this for me baby. Teasing me with this outfit.” He released his grip on your thigh, index finger sliding back over that patch of material. The material was clinging to you, embarrassingly wet after only a few moments of attention from Nick and you could feel a moan building in your throat, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you. He wasn't looking up at you anymore, his eyes focused on his finger, watching it move back and forth, teasing the edges of the fabric.

“I think we should go get comfortable in the bedroom darling. Before I get too carried away with myself.” He made no effort to move despite his words, instead he pushed the material to one side and slid his finger into you up to his second knuckle as the words left his mouth, and the moan you'd been holding onto finally fell from your lips. You started to rock your hips down into his hand as he slid his digit in and out of you, groaning quietly under your breath.

“Look so pretty baby.” He slid a second finger in alongside the first, his thumb angling up to brush against your bud, pulling another moan from you. You shuffled your legs further apart to give him more space, he took full advantage of it, shifting forward and applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb. He kept you like that for almost a minute, working his fingers against you pulling soft moans from your lips.

“Nick…” You tugged on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. And he slid his fingers out, resuming his previous position of holding onto your thighs.

“Take me to the bedroom, please.” He pushed the material of your thong back into place and allowed your dress to fall back down as he released his grip on you and stood up. Your lips met with his for a soft, sweet kiss before your fingers found their way back into his leathers, pulling him towards your bedroom.

You pushed him down onto your bed as you crossed the threshold, taking a second to pull your dress up over your head before seating yourself on his lap. His hands pulled you right up against his chest, fingers curling into the skin on your waist before dropping down to grasp your ass with both hands.

“Fuck, darling. You're so pretty.” He muttered the words under his breath before he connected his lips to yours, the compliments being lost between your mouths. You let your hands slide up his arms, fingernails gently scraping across the leather before you reached his neck. You kept your nails dug in, but lessened the pressure as you slid your hands over his skin and into his hair. He groaned out against you, breaking the kiss as his mouth opened, letting out a soft moan of your name.

You ground your hips down onto him, his leather clad thigh pushing up against your core as you started to rock your hips in a steady motion. Your lips hovered over his, soft moans being shared between your mouths as his thigh provided some much needed friction. One of his hands made its way up your body, fingertips dragging across each inch of your skin before stopping just centimeters from the material of your bra.

You felt like you were burning up under his touch.

You were sufficiently soaked, each swing of your hips getting easier and easier as you coated the top of his leg. But there was something about the way the leather still seemed to drag against the sides of your thighs with each movement that had you losing all semblance of control. You were definitely going to have to revisit this fixation with leather another time.

“You're gonna soak my leather, pretty girl. Wanna get them all messy, so I have to ride back home with you permanently etched onto my thigh?” The next moan to leave your lips came out as almost a sob, your head dropping forwards onto his shoulder, cool leather pressed into your face as you rode his leg. That's exactly what you wanted. You wanted to make a mess of him. Wanted everyone to know.

It didn't take long for you to finish like this, Nick whispering into your ear about how pretty you looked, his hands finally breaching the material covering your chest, fingers toying with your hardened nipples. No, it didn't take long at all. An exceptionally loud moan of his name, hips pushing into his thigh harder than before and you were gone, tumbling over the edge faster than a guy had ever gotten you there before.

His fingers seemed to move in an instant, one sliding up to your hair to massage your scalp as you tried to catch your breath. His other hand held onto your waist, thumb stroking over your skin.

“You good darling?” You huffed out a breath against the skin of his neck, opening your eyes, though you weren't sure when you'd closed them.

“Am good. Better than good.” You slid yourself back off his thigh, standing on shaky legs. The leather on one leg was sufficiently shiny, your entire body flushing red as you looked up to make eye contact with him. He looked smug. Clearly, very impressed with himself.

“Am I allowed to take this off now?” He motioned to his jacket, pushing the material down and off his shoulders as he spoke. You felt a little disappointed as you watched him take the jacket off. But that disappointment was soon forgotten when he pulled his t-shirt off and over his head straight after. Your eyes taking in every inch of his skin, admiring the ink that covered it.

“Wait.” He paused, his fingers hovering over the top of his trousers as he waited on you to continue.

“Take the rest off and then put the jacket back on. Want you wear it when you fuck me.” You slipped your thumbs under the sides of your thong and pushed the wet material down and off your body, flinging it off to the side. Watching as he mirrored your movements with his remaining clothes, and then pulled the leather jacket back on, leaving it unzipped.

You stepped towards him, your fingers reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, letting it fall from your arms as you stood in front of him, now completely exposed. He stood from the bed, hands making their way up your sides to cup your breasts, his lips reconnecting with yours for a brief but intense kiss.

“How did I get so lucky, darling?” His head dipped, low enough to place a soft kiss against your neck. Repeating the action, as his thumbs started to swirl over your chest, brushing against your nipples with each kiss his lips left on your skin. You were whimpering, head thrown back, hands gripping the edges of his leather jacket as he held you like this. Pulling soft moans from your mouth as you felt yourself melt into his touch. One of his hands dropped from your breast, your mouth opening to complain until you felt his fingertips brush over your stomach, trailing their way further down.

“You're absolutely soaked.” You would have been embarrassed if not for how he sounded, all breathless, voice low in his throat as he dragged his index finger through your folds, sliding into you with ease. His lips laid a trail of kisses up to the shell of your ear, biting softly at the skin.

“Was planning to take you out for lunch, give you a ride on the bike, maybe buy you some flowers as you gave me a tour of the city. But no, you didn't want me to be sweet to you, did you pretty girl?” Your legs almost buckled, his finger had entered you while he'd spoken, working you open.

“You started it-” The words left you in a whine, rocking your hips down against his hand, his palm pressed up against your clit, a second finger entering you.

“You started it, with those naughty thoughts you were having. Could practically see it on your face when you opened the door.” You groaned, one hand sliding up to his hair to push his head back down to your neck.

“Stop talking-” He chuckled, tongue swiping along the side of your neck, before starting up the kissing again, hot and open mouthed against your skin. Your head fell back again, your fingers curling into his locks, other hand still clenched onto his jacket. His fingers picked up speed, gradually working in a third while his teeth marked your neck.

“Nick, stop- I'm… I'm getting close.” His name came out all whiny and breathless as your orgasm crept up on you. The palm of his hand pushing up into you, as you tugged his hair, pulling his mouth from your neck.

“Please.”

“You don't want to come, darling?” You shook your head, but continued to grind your hips down against his palm. He was looking down at you, a smug smile on his lips as your hand was still curled into his hair, holding his head away.

“Seems like you do, pretty girl.” You choked out a moan, eyes meeting his as he spoke, feeling yourself fall apart under his gaze, desperately rolling your hips down onto his hand. You couldn't speak, no way to verbalise how close you were, mouth falling open with a needy whine of his name. The hand in his hair dropped to the other side of his leather jacket, tugging him closer to you, lips searching for him as you clenched around him. The sound of you reaching your peak got lost against his lips, high pitched moans and whispers of his name as you came, coating his hand and the insides of your thighs.

You released your tight grip on his jacket as you slumped yourself forward, resting your head on his shoulder as you caught your breath. His fingers sliding out of you, with a wet noise.

“Fucking hell. Nick-”

“You liked that, huh?” He pushed you back slightly, one hand holding onto your waist to keep you steady, as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

“God, you taste amazing.” He groaned softly, his tongue sliding down his palm to collect the juices that had run down towards his wrist.

“Don't know if I want to be in you, or have you on my tongue.” He brought his hand up to your throat, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue swiping against your lower lip until you allowed him entry, tasting yourself against his lips. Your hands buried themselves back into his hair as you moved your mouth against his, pulling away almost breathless.

“Inside. Please. Mouth later- Just, inside me, please. I want it.” His hands gripped either side of your waist, turning you both round so the bed was now behind you instead of him.

“Get on the bed, darling. On your back, spread those legs for me.” You scrambled to follow his instructions, laying yourself down in the centre of the bed, legs spread wide. You felt no shame. Not with the way he was staring at you, his hair a mess, lips swollen and pupils blown wide with lust. No, you felt not an ounce of shame.

He joined you on the bed, his body hovering above you, as he connected his lips with yours again. It was like he couldn't get enough of you, his hands roaming across your skin, brushing across every piece of sensitive flesh he could as he moved his lips against yours.

“Just want to taste you for a minute baby. And then I promise I'll give you what you want.” You whined, back arching off the bed as he moved and began to press a line of open mouthed kisses down your chest and stomach.

As his lips wrapped around your clit, you sunk one hand back down into his hair, hips pressing up into his mouth. He slung one leather clad arm across your lower stomach, pressing you back down into the bed as you began to moan and writhe below him. He opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick open against you, lapping up the evidence of your previous two orgasms.

“N-Nick please…”

“Shhh… Just a little bit more pretty girl.” He pulled back from you, only a few seconds later, satisfied he'd licked up every drop, his lips and chin perfectly coated in your shine. He swiped his tongue out across his lower lip, looking up at you with a smug grin.

“Couldn't help myself.” You let out a breathless laugh at his admission, reaching for him again to pull him up towards you.

“Come here.” He shifted up the bed again, resting his forearms either side of your head as he lent in to reconnect your lips, humming against your mouth as he hands lifted your legs up to wrap around him. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, a soft gasp escaping you as he finally stretched you out, and buried himself inside. He rested his forehead against yours as he started to rock his hips back and forth, soft groans passing his lips as he reached for your hand. He laced your fingers with his, pressing your hand into the mattress as he set a steady rhythm with his hips.

“This what you wanted, pretty girl?” You squeezed his hand, tilting your head slightly till you felt your lips brush against his.

“Needed it.” You whispered the words against his lips as he brought his free hand up to your breast, thumb and forefinger toying with your nipple. He began to steadily increase the pace of his hips, adjusting his positioning ever so slightly with every thrust in.

“Yeah? Feels like you were made just for me darling.” You moaned at that, finally connecting your lips with his as you clenched down around him, mumbling soft pleads for more against his lips. He obliged, driving himself deeper with every thrust, grunting above you as he picked up speed until all you could hear was the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Your free hand flew up to the shoulder of his jacket digging your nails into the leather as you felt him finally hit that spot he'd been searching for. Breaking the kiss just to moan out his name and beg for more.

“Again Nick- Please.” He released his fingers from yours to grab your hips with both hands, fucking into you at a mindnumbing pace, hitting that spot inside you with every swing of his hips. You were almost incoherent now, a mixture of moans, Nick's name and strings of curse words passing your lips with every press of his cock. Teetering on the edge of your third orgasm, you clenched down around him again, sliding your hands up his exposed chest, sinking your hands under his jacket to claw at the soft skin of his shoulders. The pain made him hiss, leaning down to connect his lips to your neck, his moans littering your skin as he desperately chased his own release. He was close and he moaned the words against your pulse point, feeling you clench around him in response.

“Fill me up. Nick please-” The words came out so quiet and breathless you couldn't even be sure he'd heard them. Until one of his hands slid from your waist to your clit, rubbing across it in circular motions.

“Not till I get one more from you pretty girl.” The words were so low in his throat he almost growled them, voice wavering on each syllable. His fingers sped up to move in tandem with his hips, working to bring you to the edge. You could feel it, your stomach tight, a wave of heat flowing through you, legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer to you.

It hit you like a tsunami, your back arching, head thrown back against the sheets as the pleasure washed over you. Nick was right there with you, moaning your name, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he spilled inside of you.

His hands released their hold on you as he relaxed, his fingers drifting up your sides until they reached your jaw, one hand sliding round the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

“You okay darling?” His voice was rough, his lips still pressed up against the skin of your neck as he spoke. He lifted himself up carefully, the hand closest to his face pushing his hair back as he flashed a bright grin down at you.

“Better than okay.” You were still trying to catch your breath, one hand splayed out across his chest, fingers trailing across his tattoo.

“So you really like fishing then, huh?” He huffed out a laugh, feeling your fingers tracing the lines on his chest as he slid himself out of you. You whined softly at the loss, scratching your nails against his skin briefly as you clenched down around nothing.

“Well, I wouldn't have met you if it wasn't for fishing.” He shifted himself across, laying flat on his back next to you, hooking his arm under your waist to pull you into him. You slid your hand up from his chest into Nick's hair, massaging his scalp with your fingers as you laid together.

“I promised Dad we'd take him to dinner tonight. He's been excited to see you again.” You glanced over at the clock on the wall as you spoke, it was only just a little after 1.

“I think we'll have plenty of time for that sweet stuff you wanted to do before then.”

[4rtificialfolio]

CHRIST ALIVE 🫠

Making It Work

Sequel to Hook, Line & Sinker

Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader

Word Count: 4,168

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected Sex. Multiple Orgasms. Oral (F Receiving).

Taglist: @somebodyels3 @herbhuntress @pathion @throughwoodsanddirt @meekahy

Masterlist

A/N: This has undoubtedly been one of my favourite things to write. I want to write a lot more Folio content! (Requests are open, btw)

Everything had been building up to this moment. That night, after the barbecue and after your dad had gone to bed, you'd planted your thighs either side of Nicks and the two of you had kissed till you were breathless. You wished you'd taken more time to appreciate him, the way his hands felt heavy on your hips as he ground you into him, his mouth hot and wet against yours. It had seemed like you had all the time in the world, and then suddenly he was gone.

You both texted when you could, but with such different schedules it had been difficult and you'd found yourself itching to see him again. He’d finished tour two days ago and today was the first day you'd arranged to see each other.

He'd sent a text across at 5am letting you know he was setting off and should be with you by lunch and as the minute hand on your clock got closer to 12 you found yourself getting impatient. Every couple of minutes you twitched the curtain at the front, peering out into the street.

You heard the rumble of Nick's bike before you saw it. You ran away from the window at the noise, not wanting him to see you waiting. You did a quick check of your outfit and makeup in the bedroom mirror before you heard him knock. Your hands were almost shaking as you opened the door to him and you couldn't help but break into a smile the second you saw his face. He had a backpack lazily thrown over one shoulder, his helmet tucked under his arm, his hair still messy from being in the helmet for hours. And the best part of all, the head to toe leather outfit.

“Hi.” Your voice came out small, and you cleared your throat before speaking again stepping back from the doorway to let him in. As he stepped to walk past you, he hooked one of his leather clad arms around your waist and brought you into a kiss. You lent into him and used your foot to kick the door closed behind you.

“Been dying to see you again.” His words were sweet but his eyes seemed to be trailing over your entire frame as he held you. You both lent in for a second kiss, before he released your waist and pulled away, allowing his rucksack to slide down onto the floor, sitting his helmet down onto your coffee table. His hands reaching up to unzip his leather jacket, going to shrug it off before your hands reached out to stop him. You curled your fingers into each side of the jacket, feeling the leather under the pads of your fingers as you pulled him closer. He had a smug look on his lips like he knew what you were thinking, tilting his head down to kiss you for a third time.

As you broke away, resting your foreheads together he flashed you a bright smile and brought his hands up to either side of your face, thumbs stroking over your cheek bones.

“Are you going to tell me what you're thinking about pretty girl?” You flushed at the compliment, thinking back to how all this had happened in the first place. You had called him pretty first, but up this close, seeing him in his leathers, pretty had probably been the wrong word.

“Just thinking that I've missed you.” He hummed, bringing your face closer for another soft kiss, much sweeter than the previous.

“What else?” You tilted your head as your lips separated, nudging your nose against his. Your fingers were still curled into the material of his leather jacket holding him close.

“I didn't realise you would be coming on your bike… I wasn't expecting the leather.” There was that smug grin again. You could almost see the gears in his head spinning behind his eyes as he tried to choose his next words. Wanting to ensure his words had their intended effect.

“Gotta dress for the ride, pretty baby.” You thought of your outfit, of the matching lingerie you had on under your dress. You had also dressed for the ride. Your cheeks were heating up under Nick's hands, and he could see the rosy pink colour as he swiped his thumb back and forth over your cheeks.

“Are you having some nice thoughts?” He lent forwards and you instinctively closed your eyes, lips waiting to meet him. Instead, his lips bypassed your face, one of his hands sliding down past your neck, as he pressed a soft kiss next to your ear.

“Or some naughty ones?” He pressed another soft kiss there before leaning back, placing his hands either side of your face again to pull you into a sweet kiss. Your face was a much brighter pink now, almost red and he was loving every second of it. You reached up to take hold of one of Nick's hands, guiding it down to rest on your breast. He gave it a soft squeeze through the fabric of your dress, expecting to feel the stiff fabric of your bra under his fingers. When he didn't, he narrowed his eyes, dropping his grip to hook a finger over the material of your bust. He pulled the material down slightly, revealing the red lace trim and thin mesh material that made up the main cup of your bra. He covered you back up with a knowing grin, sliding his hand down further to grasp your waist.

“Am I going to find a little red lacy thong under here to match?” His other hand dropped to the material of your dress, raising it an inch at a time as he spoke, giving you plenty of opportunity to intervene. You stayed silent, face flushed and eyes staring back into his as you felt the dress sliding up over your thighs.

“Can I look pretty girl?” His eyes stayed trained on yours until you nodded and finally let go of his jacket. He lowered himself to his knees, coming face to face with the matching lacy red thong, just like he'd expected.

“You got all dressed up like this just for me?” He brushed one of his fingers over the small patch of material covering your core and you let out a small gasp, hips twitching towards him. He tutted, finger moving away, hand wrapping round your thigh instead, fingers digging into the skin.

“Don't be greedy.” His tone was almost mocking, eyes flicking back up to your face. You pouted as he looked at you, reaching down with one hand, sliding your fingers into his short locks. You gave his hair a gentle tug, lips curving up into a small.

“Haven't seen you in weeks and you want to try and tease?” You tried to rock your hips towards him, but the grip he had on your thigh kept you in place and you let out a soft huff, narrowing your eyes slightly as he smirked. He was enjoying this.

“You're the one who dressed up all pretty like this for me baby. Teasing me with this outfit.” He released his grip on your thigh, index finger sliding back over that patch of material. The material was clinging to you, embarrassingly wet after only a few moments of attention from Nick and you could feel a moan building in your throat, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you. He wasn't looking up at you anymore, his eyes focused on his finger, watching it move back and forth, teasing the edges of the fabric.

“I think we should go get comfortable in the bedroom darling. Before I get too carried away with myself.” He made no effort to move despite his words, instead he pushed the material to one side and slid his finger into you up to his second knuckle as the words left his mouth, and the moan you'd been holding onto finally fell from your lips. You started to rock your hips down into his hand as he slid his digit in and out of you, groaning quietly under your breath.

“Look so pretty baby.” He slid a second finger in alongside the first, his thumb angling up to brush against your bud, pulling another moan from you. You shuffled your legs further apart to give him more space, he took full advantage of it, shifting forward and applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb. He kept you like that for almost a minute, working his fingers against you pulling soft moans from your lips.

“Nick…” You tugged on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. And he slid his fingers out, resuming his previous position of holding onto your thighs.

“Take me to the bedroom, please.” He pushed the material of your thong back into place and allowed your dress to fall back down as he released his grip on you and stood up. Your lips met with his for a soft, sweet kiss before your fingers found their way back into his leathers, pulling him towards your bedroom.

You pushed him down onto your bed as you crossed the threshold, taking a second to pull your dress up over your head before seating yourself on his lap. His hands pulled you right up against his chest, fingers curling into the skin on your waist before dropping down to grasp your ass with both hands.

“Fuck, darling. You're so pretty.” He muttered the words under his breath before he connected his lips to yours, the compliments being lost between your mouths. You let your hands slide up his arms, fingernails gently scraping across the leather before you reached his neck. You kept your nails dug in, but lessened the pressure as you slid your hands over his skin and into his hair. He groaned out against you, breaking the kiss as his mouth opened, letting out a soft moan of your name.

You ground your hips down onto him, his leather clad thigh pushing up against your core as you started to rock your hips in a steady motion. Your lips hovered over his, soft moans being shared between your mouths as his thigh provided some much needed friction. One of his hands made its way up your body, fingertips dragging across each inch of your skin before stopping just centimeters from the material of your bra.

You felt like you were burning up under his touch.

You were sufficiently soaked, each swing of your hips getting easier and easier as you coated the top of his leg. But there was something about the way the leather still seemed to drag against the sides of your thighs with each movement that had you losing all semblance of control. You were definitely going to have to revisit this fixation with leather another time.

“You're gonna soak my leather, pretty girl. Wanna get them all messy, so I have to ride back home with you permanently etched onto my thigh?” The next moan to leave your lips came out as almost a sob, your head dropping forwards onto his shoulder, cool leather pressed into your face as you rode his leg. That's exactly what you wanted. You wanted to make a mess of him. Wanted everyone to know.

It didn't take long for you to finish like this, Nick whispering into your ear about how pretty you looked, his hands finally breaching the material covering your chest, fingers toying with your hardened nipples. No, it didn't take long at all. An exceptionally loud moan of his name, hips pushing into his thigh harder than before and you were gone, tumbling over the edge faster than a guy had ever gotten you there before.

His fingers seemed to move in an instant, one sliding up to your hair to massage your scalp as you tried to catch your breath. His other hand held onto your waist, thumb stroking over your skin.

“You good darling?” You huffed out a breath against the skin of his neck, opening your eyes, though you weren't sure when you'd closed them.

“Am good. Better than good.” You slid yourself back off his thigh, standing on shaky legs. The leather on one leg was sufficiently shiny, your entire body flushing red as you looked up to make eye contact with him. He looked smug. Clearly, very impressed with himself.

“Am I allowed to take this off now?” He motioned to his jacket, pushing the material down and off his shoulders as he spoke. You felt a little disappointed as you watched him take the jacket off. But that disappointment was soon forgotten when he pulled his t-shirt off and over his head straight after. Your eyes taking in every inch of his skin, admiring the ink that covered it.

“Wait.” He paused, his fingers hovering over the top of his trousers as he waited on you to continue.

“Take the rest off and then put the jacket back on. Want you wear it when you fuck me.” You slipped your thumbs under the sides of your thong and pushed the wet material down and off your body, flinging it off to the side. Watching as he mirrored your movements with his remaining clothes, and then pulled the leather jacket back on, leaving it unzipped.

You stepped towards him, your fingers reaching behind your back to unclip your bra, letting it fall from your arms as you stood in front of him, now completely exposed. He stood from the bed, hands making their way up your sides to cup your breasts, his lips reconnecting with yours for a brief but intense kiss.

“How did I get so lucky, darling?” His head dipped, low enough to place a soft kiss against your neck. Repeating the action, as his thumbs started to swirl over your chest, brushing against your nipples with each kiss his lips left on your skin. You were whimpering, head thrown back, hands gripping the edges of his leather jacket as he held you like this. Pulling soft moans from your mouth as you felt yourself melt into his touch. One of his hands dropped from your breast, your mouth opening to complain until you felt his fingertips brush over your stomach, trailing their way further down.

“You're absolutely soaked.” You would have been embarrassed if not for how he sounded, all breathless, voice low in his throat as he dragged his index finger through your folds, sliding into you with ease. His lips laid a trail of kisses up to the shell of your ear, biting softly at the skin.

“Was planning to take you out for lunch, give you a ride on the bike, maybe buy you some flowers as you gave me a tour of the city. But no, you didn't want me to be sweet to you, did you pretty girl?” Your legs almost buckled, his finger had entered you while he'd spoken, working you open.

“You started it-” The words left you in a whine, rocking your hips down against his hand, his palm pressed up against your clit, a second finger entering you.

“You started it, with those naughty thoughts you were having. Could practically see it on your face when you opened the door.” You groaned, one hand sliding up to his hair to push his head back down to your neck.

“Stop talking-” He chuckled, tongue swiping along the side of your neck, before starting up the kissing again, hot and open mouthed against your skin. Your head fell back again, your fingers curling into his locks, other hand still clenched onto his jacket. His fingers picked up speed, gradually working in a third while his teeth marked your neck.

“Nick, stop- I'm… I'm getting close.” His name came out all whiny and breathless as your orgasm crept up on you. The palm of his hand pushing up into you, as you tugged his hair, pulling his mouth from your neck.

“Please.”

“You don't want to come, darling?” You shook your head, but continued to grind your hips down against his palm. He was looking down at you, a smug smile on his lips as your hand was still curled into his hair, holding his head away.

“Seems like you do, pretty girl.” You choked out a moan, eyes meeting his as he spoke, feeling yourself fall apart under his gaze, desperately rolling your hips down onto his hand. You couldn't speak, no way to verbalise how close you were, mouth falling open with a needy whine of his name. The hand in his hair dropped to the other side of his leather jacket, tugging him closer to you, lips searching for him as you clenched around him. The sound of you reaching your peak got lost against his lips, high pitched moans and whispers of his name as you came, coating his hand and the insides of your thighs.

You released your tight grip on his jacket as you slumped yourself forward, resting your head on his shoulder as you caught your breath. His fingers sliding out of you, with a wet noise.

“Fucking hell. Nick-”

“You liked that, huh?” He pushed you back slightly, one hand holding onto your waist to keep you steady, as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

“God, you taste amazing.” He groaned softly, his tongue sliding down his palm to collect the juices that had run down towards his wrist.

“Don't know if I want to be in you, or have you on my tongue.” He brought his hand up to your throat, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue swiping against your lower lip until you allowed him entry, tasting yourself against his lips. Your hands buried themselves back into his hair as you moved your mouth against his, pulling away almost breathless.

“Inside. Please. Mouth later- Just, inside me, please. I want it.” His hands gripped either side of your waist, turning you both round so the bed was now behind you instead of him.

“Get on the bed, darling. On your back, spread those legs for me.” You scrambled to follow his instructions, laying yourself down in the centre of the bed, legs spread wide. You felt no shame. Not with the way he was staring at you, his hair a mess, lips swollen and pupils blown wide with lust. No, you felt not an ounce of shame.

He joined you on the bed, his body hovering above you, as he connected his lips with yours again. It was like he couldn't get enough of you, his hands roaming across your skin, brushing across every piece of sensitive flesh he could as he moved his lips against yours.

“Just want to taste you for a minute baby. And then I promise I'll give you what you want.” You whined, back arching off the bed as he moved and began to press a line of open mouthed kisses down your chest and stomach.

As his lips wrapped around your clit, you sunk one hand back down into his hair, hips pressing up into his mouth. He slung one leather clad arm across your lower stomach, pressing you back down into the bed as you began to moan and writhe below him. He opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick open against you, lapping up the evidence of your previous two orgasms.

“N-Nick please…”

“Shhh… Just a little bit more pretty girl.” He pulled back from you, only a few seconds later, satisfied he'd licked up every drop, his lips and chin perfectly coated in your shine. He swiped his tongue out across his lower lip, looking up at you with a smug grin.

“Couldn't help myself.” You let out a breathless laugh at his admission, reaching for him again to pull him up towards you.

“Come here.” He shifted up the bed again, resting his forearms either side of your head as he lent in to reconnect your lips, humming against your mouth as he hands lifted your legs up to wrap around him. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, a soft gasp escaping you as he finally stretched you out, and buried himself inside. He rested his forehead against yours as he started to rock his hips back and forth, soft groans passing his lips as he reached for your hand. He laced your fingers with his, pressing your hand into the mattress as he set a steady rhythm with his hips.

“This what you wanted, pretty girl?” You squeezed his hand, tilting your head slightly till you felt your lips brush against his.

“Needed it.” You whispered the words against his lips as he brought his free hand up to your breast, thumb and forefinger toying with your nipple. He began to steadily increase the pace of his hips, adjusting his positioning ever so slightly with every thrust in.

“Yeah? Feels like you were made just for me darling.” You moaned at that, finally connecting your lips with his as you clenched down around him, mumbling soft pleads for more against his lips. He obliged, driving himself deeper with every thrust, grunting above you as he picked up speed until all you could hear was the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Your free hand flew up to the shoulder of his jacket digging your nails into the leather as you felt him finally hit that spot he'd been searching for. Breaking the kiss just to moan out his name and beg for more.

“Again Nick- Please.” He released his fingers from yours to grab your hips with both hands, fucking into you at a mindnumbing pace, hitting that spot inside you with every swing of his hips. You were almost incoherent now, a mixture of moans, Nick's name and strings of curse words passing your lips with every press of his cock. Teetering on the edge of your third orgasm, you clenched down around him again, sliding your hands up his exposed chest, sinking your hands under his jacket to claw at the soft skin of his shoulders. The pain made him hiss, leaning down to connect his lips to your neck, his moans littering your skin as he desperately chased his own release. He was close and he moaned the words against your pulse point, feeling you clench around him in response.

“Fill me up. Nick please-” The words came out so quiet and breathless you couldn't even be sure he'd heard them. Until one of his hands slid from your waist to your clit, rubbing across it in circular motions.

“Not till I get one more from you pretty girl.” The words were so low in his throat he almost growled them, voice wavering on each syllable. His fingers sped up to move in tandem with his hips, working to bring you to the edge. You could feel it, your stomach tight, a wave of heat flowing through you, legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer to you.

It hit you like a tsunami, your back arching, head thrown back against the sheets as the pleasure washed over you. Nick was right there with you, moaning your name, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he spilled inside of you.

His hands released their hold on you as he relaxed, his fingers drifting up your sides until they reached your jaw, one hand sliding round the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

“You okay darling?” His voice was rough, his lips still pressed up against the skin of your neck as he spoke. He lifted himself up carefully, the hand closest to his face pushing his hair back as he flashed a bright grin down at you.

“Better than okay.” You were still trying to catch your breath, one hand splayed out across his chest, fingers trailing across his tattoo.

“So you really like fishing then, huh?” He huffed out a laugh, feeling your fingers tracing the lines on his chest as he slid himself out of you. You whined softly at the loss, scratching your nails against his skin briefly as you clenched down around nothing.

“Well, I wouldn't have met you if it wasn't for fishing.” He shifted himself across, laying flat on his back next to you, hooking his arm under your waist to pull you into him. You slid your hand up from his chest into Nick's hair, massaging his scalp with your fingers as you laid together.

“I promised Dad we'd take him to dinner tonight. He's been excited to see you again.” You glanced over at the clock on the wall as you spoke, it was only just a little after 1.

“I think we'll have plenty of time for that sweet stuff you wanted to do before then.”