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valiantroeagleangel · 1 year ago

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Varney.

Vampire! Noah Sebastian x female reader.

Varney! Noah, mention of blood, kind of dub-con but not really but a bit I think because of compulsion, oral, unprotected sex, mention of death.

I often have thoughts with Vampire! type of shit and I think I got a bit carried away gathering some of them here. Maybe I need to warn that this is inspired by the book "Varney the Vampire: The Feast of Blood." It's gothic horror I think, nothing too graphic is going on here though. But just- don't want you to be fooled, this is based on gothic gross vampires not that sparkling Edward bitch. I know nobody reads that part every time but you can't say you haven't been warned.

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"Varney enjoys all the pleasures at once and when he manages to desecrate the bed of a pretty young woman while bleeding her white in a horrible sucking sound. He is a fearsome and scary creature that usually wakes up the members of the fair sex by scratching at the window of their room."

She knew he was here. She could feel him, hear him. She could hear the same four notes he was humming, letting the melody indicate his presence to those around. She looked through the window, trying to discern the shape outside, the condensation on the glass concealing his figure. But she knew he was here, god she knew and she couldn't look away. She didn't dare to move, she didn't want him to know she knew. He did though. Of course, he did. He just didn't say anything, he couldn't scare his prey. She was so innocent in her white nightgown, creeping at the window from her bed, fearing to be harmed in the middle of the night.

So he continued to sing his chords, the notes living rent-free in her mind for years now.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It was like an obsessive thought, it intruded her mind, and it ate her brain. All she could do was hum along every time she heard them.

She knew he was here, she always did. And even if she abhorred it to hell, all she could do was to be haunted by these notes. They were so mesmerizing, like she was compelled to appreciate them, finding comfort in them even though they seemed terrifying.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She murmured them like a mantra, like it would save her from damnation. As if they were going to keep him away from her when he was the one living by their harmony.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It wasn't that hard. Actually, if she tried, she was sure she could play them on the piano.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She was just a child then, not so long ago, when she first heard these four notes. That day he left a letter. "I'll come for you, my yuri." Yuri was not her name and by then she had no fucking clue of what he meant. She still doesn't. With time, the years went by and he started to reach for her again. It was first once a month, then once every two weeks, to finally once a week. The more she grew the more he seemed to visit. He was frightening her. He looked so tall, so massive and impressive. She only saw his face once, disguised in the darkness of her room. It was the only time he approached her that close and despite the terror she felt that night all she could remember was his long nose and the way his hair framed his face.

But while he continued his visits, he never tried anything to harm her to her surprise. She knew what he was, she often heard the elder talk about these creatures that come for you at night. But she liked to think he was some kind of protector. Oh, only if she knew. His intentions were everything but caring and kind. He wanted her. From the moment he saw her as a child, he wanted her, he wanted her blood. She smelled like no other.

His first thought was to get rid of her as a child, get a good meal from her and leave her for dead in the snow in front of her house. But even for him, killing that innocent child was too much. So he waited, promising himself a good feast for the years to come. He just had to watch for her, to be sure that no one would try to harm his prey. They called him Varney, Varney the vampire, attacking only those who were pure enough to be maidens. But as the years passed he never acted. He could have assailed her a thousand times now. She was not a child anymore and she lived so carefree- that girl was completely unconscious. He needed to act and to act soon before she would do something that would ruin her forever.

But he did nothing, he watched her for years, he observed how she evolved, how she went from that sweet smiling child to the woman she was today. And god, he was happy he waited because nothing ever smelled as divine as her. She smelled like strong lilies, yuri.

Yuri was the Japanese appellation for lilies. He didn't know her name, even after all these years he didn't look into it. He didn't need to know his prey, all he needed to was watch over her. Watch how happily she danced during the spring balls, how sad she cried during the dead season at the end of the autumn, how charming she was for the Christmas time, and how fragile she looked alone in her bed at night. That poor nightgown wasn't doing her any favour, he swore that if he squinted just a bit more he could see everything. That clothing was so see-through that she might be freezing to death during those stormy nights.

One day he dropped her a cloth, some kind of duvet for her body to heat. It was the only time he actually entered her room, hoping for her to be dead asleep. Unfortunately, she was not, and she saw his face. He knew she did, he only hoped for her to not remember, to think that it was some kind of dream. Only that she wasn't dumb, she knew he was lurking for her all these years and she knew he was here that night, next to her bed. At first, she thought she was good to die, the time had come. A stranger in her room watched her sleep like a psychopath, but he only dropped that duvet, and she knew it was him. He hummed for her and her body relaxed immediately. He had tamed her, had domesticated her. She wasn't even worried about him intruding on her space like that.

He knew he did a great job then, even if she saw what she was supposed to never see, his face.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Winter balls have never been her thing. She much preferred the ones that were held in the spring or the summer. The celebrations were different, more festive. During the winter the balls were cold, held in big mansions from the ones who were welcoming all the people. Often they were masquerade parties, and she hated that too. She didn't like wearing that mask all night, it was itching and making her face sweat like a pig. Gosh, she hated them, and that corset dress too. It was so tight she could barely breathe. Spring balls were allowing more liberties, no masks, no dresses, nothing but dancing.

Nonetheless, she still walked through that hall, finally entering that marble castle and she couldn't help but appreciate the heat that welcomed her. Greeted by some kind of butler she walked through the corridors, reaching the room of the festivities.

She stared at the impressive chandelier, overwhelmed by all the luxury that surrounded her. She didn't have any idea whose house it was this time. Winter balls were held by the nobles of the land, one by one, it's all she needed to know, at least that's what she lived by.

And just like that the night went, she danced around with some people, chatted with others, it was all pleasant until she couldn't take it anymore. Politely she escaped the small group she was with, reaching for a balcony of some kind as she hoped for some air. That corset was for sure killing her. She laughed to herself, the idea of being killed by her awful garments making her smile a little.

"Oh no the poor lady suffocated in that way too tight dress, who's idea it was? We should strip her naked to see!" She mimicked some kind of rude man by herself, laughing even more at her antics. Maybe she was drunk, maybe it was the heat obstructing her brain, but she found that pleasant enough.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Until he called for her. She first thought her brain was playing her tricks, but he called again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She looked up, then down, looking for that well-known figure, only to notice him hidden among the roses of the garden below. She moved as fast as she could, hoping to actually be able to catch him tonight. She had so many things to ask, but she wasn't afraid, curiosity was gnawing at her.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

He sang the chord again and she let his voice guide her through the labyrinth of flowers and small trees she was losing herself in.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

"Come for me, my yuri."

He talked to her and for the first time, she felt like she heard his voice, like he was real, like all of this was concrete.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She couldn't see him yet, but the more she walked the more the melody became persistent.

"Yuri."

He guided her with his voice, keeping it sultry, as soft as his sweet words. Once again transported by his melodies, all she could do was search for him, she was completely frenetic, obsessed. She needed him, she needed more. She wondered why every time she heard him sing she couldn't feel fear anymore. As if he was some kind of saviour, an angel from heaven.

And then she saw him, standing in front of the fountain, hidden by thousands of thorns and roses. She recognized that tall frame and that nose. It's all she could remember him by, the long nose, so straight, so pretty, making him look so elegant.

She was in awe, her eyes staring straight into his, her lips agape. She didn't even dare to swallow, worried he might disappear at any second as if he was supernatural. He wasn't real, he wasn't human, she swore he was not. But he was clearly not an angel either. His aura was so dark and she remembered why she feared him at first.

His eyes pierced through her skin and she suddenly felt naked, as if she was not the one only wearing nightgowns in front of him every night for the past ten years. It was so different from what he used her to, he actually looked terrifying, as she remembered him from when she was a kid. He felt the change in her mood, felt how frightened she became in an instant. And without her even realizing he was by her side, in a flash, he towered over her against that thorny bush.

"It's okay my yuri, don't be afraid." He tried to soothe her, to coax her, but it didn't work that time. As if his voice had lost all of his fascinating power.

She tried to step back, only to puncture the naked skin of her arms with another thorn, a single drop of blood forming at her wound. It cascaded through her arm until it reached her hand. She felt it rolling down but her eyes were drowning in his. She couldn't look away, it didn't matter how frightened she actually was, her gaze couldn't leave his.

He licked his lower lips, the glow in his eyes darkening, and she didn't miss any of that. He swallowed hard, his eyes alternating between hers and her lips. He licked his once again, until he couldn't bear it one more minute. Carefully, he approached his face to hers, brushing his lips on hers.

"You’re bleeding Yuri." he whispered and she swallowed hard, her voice stuck in her throat. "Be careful, we wouldn't want to hurt that delicate flower."

Was he talking about her or about the roses behind her? She had no idea but she still blushed and he stepped back, leaving her some personal space again while she realized she actually had stopped breathing for several seconds now. He held his hand to her as he went sitting on the edge of the fountain.

She followed obediently, actually taking his hand in her as he pulled her toward him, startled by how hot she was compared to him. He made her stand between his spread legs, turning her so he could face her back. His eyes fell on the blood spreading on her arm, strings of red tarnishing the purity of her skin. Hypnotized by it he let his fingers travel from her hand to her forearms and the upper arms, brushing gently her skin in his path, ever so slowly, as delicate as he saw her. The scent of it was becoming intoxicating and he wished he could smell more, touch more, feel the thickness of the blood between his fingers, he wanted to taste her so badly. She smelled like lilies but would she taste like lilies too?

"Yuri." It escaped him, a murmur that he couldn't refrain from, it's all he was thinking about. Lily, Yuri. He didn't move, he didn't even try to act like nothing happened, he just fixated on the blood imprinting her skin. He hadn't smelled it in years but it smelled as divine as the first time he saw her. It was even more sacred than that day.

"What does Yuri mean?" She asked, clueless, as she stared at the bush where she actually hurt herself. Her voice startled him, he wasn't used to hearing her. He found that sweet, so sweet. She was all her blood was, he was sure of that and he wondered, for a second, if he wasn't just infatuated with her.

"Lily." He answered calmly, but if his heart was still actually beating he swore he would be breaking.

"Lily as the flower?" He only hummed at her as a form of answer. His thumb brushed the wound and she didn't react. He wished she would have hissed or whined, but she didn't, she only stayed still, staring at the bush. "Why?"

The more his thumb caressed her the more she relaxed into his touch, as if she wasn't terrified minutes before.

"Because-" He stopped, thinking of what he was about to say actually. "Just because. You don't need to know."

When he finally took his finger away, he brought it to his lips, allowing himself to taste, just for a bit, just a tidbit as his tongue licked it more than he should have.

The taste lingered in his mouth and thinking suddenly became hard, way too hard for the simple man he used to be. Worried by the absence of sounds he was making she turned back, facing him.

He looked at her from under, curled up on himself as he revelled himself in the flavour of her blood. Eyes dark and bloodshot, canines peeking through, long nails finishing his hands. When she realized what he was actually doing her eyes widened. His lips were stained with the liquid. For an unknown reason, she found him absolutely gorgeous. He looked so needy, it actually surprised her. How could the strong figure ensuring her at night look so weak under her like that?

Caught red-handed, he tried to compose himself to not lose the imposing presence he tried so hard to give himself these past few years. But the blood still on his lips, he couldn't behave decently. He felt so stupid, like a horny teenager, all he wanted was her.

Completely incautiously, she approached her fingers, wiping his lips and her blood away. When her fingers left his mouth he chased her, chased the heat of that alive body and the taste that was coming along, the taste he was losing. She could have touched his canine in that moment, she could have injured herself badly by unleashing that part of him. She hadn't noticed them but they were menacing to pierce through her weak skin and suck the life out of her. It's all he had been dreaming of all these years, he was so close to his goal, if only he dared to catch her.

But in the silence of the night a couple came to disturb their peace, distracting her attention away from him for a couple of seconds, acknowledging the two persons stepping into the garden. And when she eventually looked back at him he had disappeared, like he vanished into the night.

She cursed, startled by how quickly he was to leave. She knew he was able to do that, she was just not expecting him to do it tonight. She was so close, terrified but yet drowned to him, and now he faded without even telling her his name. She sighed, desperate as she sat on the edge of the fountain, trying to process what just had happened.

On his side, he cussed everybody who dared to put themself between himself and her. He was so close finally, if only he got a few more minutes he could have ravished her right here right now. How stupid he was to have hesitated even one second, he was getting weak and it was something that he couldn’t allow.

Following that event, the nights passed and looked all the same, dull, cold, and annoying. He didn't come for a total of nine nights, she counted them all. Nine nights were she was, in fact for the first time since her childhood, free from his gaze. She could have left, she could have brought someone home, she could have done all the things she doesn't dare to do when she knows he's lurking at her, but she did nothing.

On that ninth night though, she knew he was here. Despite the absence of melody, she could feel him, she could tell how disguised he was in the shadow, like he was actually for once ashamed of what he was doing. Because all he was, in fact, was a creep, lurking at a woman's window every night. And when it finally hit her all she could do was clench her legs. He was here for her, he was watching her every night, in that white nightgown, that little dress, revealing her naked body underneath, and he was here, and he was watching her.

Her legs clenched once again and she rolled into her bed, trying to chase her thoughts away but she was still feeling his presence. It was burning her, every ounce of the sheets her body was touching tingled. She rolled over and over, the image of that needy man, sucking on her blood, his fingers in his mouth like he was starving. She clenched her legs. Again. She was so petite under him, against the bush, her body hitting the thorns. Again. Was it the blood? Would he come for her if she was bleeding again? Again.

She wanted him to come for her, she wanted to ask him his name and feel his cold fingers on his arms once again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called for him, naturally, like he called for her but he didn't answer, he stayed in his darkness, unsure of what to do. Did she want him to devour her all? Did she know what he had planned to do?

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called again, tempting him, playing with the little nerves he had.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Like a plea, she called him, she called for his furtive touch, his calloused fingers, she called for him to get out of the darkness. And when he finally dared to step out of the corner, she realized that he wasn't outside like she thought he was. He was in her room. Like he did the first time he saw her wearing that ridiculous nightgown. Her eyes widened at her -expected- unexpected visitor.

He approached her bed as she straightened herself, switching positions to sit on her feet, revealing herself. His hands approached her face, his fingers caressing the top of her cheek and she shivered, the contact surprising her, his coldness contrasting with her hot body.

"Shh, it's too late to be afraid, Yuri." As always, his voice relaxed her and she leaned into his touch, her face chasing his hand until he cupped his whole cheek, his fingers reaching from behind her ears. His thumb stroked her face and she sighed, closing her eyes, like it was her missing piece. She didn't understand why but she felt herself ignite. She was burning and the more he gently caressed her face the more she was catching on fire.

In a movement, as furtive as always, he sat on the bed, the mattress not making a single sound as it was used to. When she finally opened her eyes back, she met his gaze and it all suddenly became hard to breathe. She wanted to call him, to whisper his name but she had no idea of who he was, so she only murmured a quiet "please." that looked more like a whine than anything else, it was a supplication. She didn't know what she was pleading for but she did, she needed to get freed from this, whatever it was, and she knew he was the one who was going to help her. It felt like evidence, he was the one who was going to free her from that painful agony.

"Please what? Tell me, my sweet lily." He asked, his free hand cupping her other cheek and she closed her eyes again, expecting a kiss that never came. Why would he have kissed her? She didn't know, but she knew he was about to, she saw it, she felt it, she-

"Kiss me." She asked for it, the words escaping her without her consent, like he compelled her to do so. "Please kiss me-"

She wanted to call his name again but was dismissed that right, her lack of knowledge of his person showing. It scared her once again, how ready she was to give herself to that man she barely knew, how she let him watch her all these years, it wasn't herself, she was scared of him but why did it feel so good at that very moment?

But thoughts became long forgotten when she felt his lips on her, chastely moving in rhythm, like another chord. It's all she needed to lose it, she didn't think anymore, a violent moan leaving her when he pressed himself even more on her. Their two bodies flopped on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he quickly settled himself on top of her without ever breaking the kiss. He could have done whatever he wanted with her, she was putty in his hand at that very moment, she belonged to him the second he put his hands on her nine nights ago.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it, as if he wasn't already half-dead, he was drowning in her scent. The more he kissed her the more she whined into his arms, her scent becoming stronger and stronger. He was drunk on her, he could feel her blood rushing through her whole body, he could hear how fast her heart was beating, how hot and aroused she was just from his kisses. When he finally broke apart for real, letting her gasp for air, he analyzed her, the needy look she was giving him, as if she needed this as much as he did, as she didn't need to live, what was her life in comparison to man's touch?

She wanted to ask for his name again, and finally, as if he read her mind, he breathed out, his mouth drawn to her neck.

"Noah." His mouth attached itself, almost automatically to her skin and he dared, just so little, press his teeth against her carotid, enough to just feel the blood pump under his touch.

She tilted her head back at the contact, sighing. "Noah." She repeated and he nodded, smiling in the crook of her neck as he travelled on her body. She was smelling so good, he was going crazy, the more he approached her heart the more excited he was. His lips landed on her clavicle, her cleavage and when he finally dared reach that devil gown, who taunted him so many times, he ripped it, freeing her chest from the fabric. He almost moaned at the sight of her bare body, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and it was. She was almost glowing in his eyes, like she was coming straight from heaven and he wondered how it was possible for a creature of the devil like him to be able to reach for the gods through her.

"Noah." She called again, cautiously, like these words would hurt her if she said them too fast or too loud.

He hummed against her, his head already diving into her chest, his lips attached to her left breast he sucked on it, feeling her heart pump under him, feeling the blood coming to his mouth as he sucked a bit more vividly. Until he sucked enough for his teeth to pierce through her skin, her blood escaping her without her being able to contest or fight. All she could feel was the euphoria that his touch was giving her.

The taste of her was like a relief, it was the best thing he ever put in his mouth, after centuries of existence. It was the sweetest of the nectars. When he was still human he recalled once drinking a wine called "The Wine of the Gods." The best one ever created. But he swore it was nothing compared to her. Nothing could compete with that delicate sweetness, she tasted like she smelled and he couldn't stop. He wondered if her pussy tasted the same, his intrusive thoughts battling against him and his will to feed. He couldn't get his teeth out of her breast but god- her pussy, scented as divine as her blood and he wanted to taste her so bad.

He opened his eyes back but it was too late, she was already too far away from her pleasure, drowning in all the sensations she was feeling. When he finally collected enough will he left her chest, not without regrets, to pamper her with kisses, travelling through her stomach to reach her bare pussy. She didn't bother herself with underwear at night and he couldn't be more glad for that.

He kissed her pelvis, his mouth not leaving her skin for more than a few seconds. And when he finally dared to settle between her legs, when she automatically spread them for him, all he wanted to do was thrust violently into her and bite her neck until she would cry from the pain. But he did nothing of that, he gently bit her inner thigh, delecting himself with the so little blood he took.

Finally deciding to put his hands to good use, he grabbed her by the hips, his fingers sinking in their fat as he pushed her to his face. She squirmed under him, her hands reaching for his hair by instinct. All she wanted was to push him more and more on her, begging him to speed up his pace. She was dying for his touch, completely compelled and mesmerized by her predator, just like he wanted her.

But the predator liked to play too much. He only teased her, keeping his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when she would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.

He was quick to get how her body worked and how she reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing her legs to put them on his shoulders, his tongue pressed against her cunt with such fervour. His nose rubbed her clit, making her moan. Her hands immediately left his hair to cover her mouth, refraining from her sounds but he was quick to move, leaving his spot between her legs to reach her face, grabbing her hands to move them away from her mouth.

"Let me hear you Yuri, let me hear the holy sounds you make." Quickly, he regained his place back, his tongue pushing itself on her folds as she moaned again.

He was cold, all of his being was freezing but it was enough to make her burn under his touch. She desired him in a way that she never desired anybody, and yet she felt so away that she wasn't sure it was her who was feeling all these emotions. Her heart was ready to explode as she pushed his head deeper against her core. She moaned and he answered back, groaning vividly between her legs.

The closer she grew to her orgasm the sweeter she tasted, it was intoxicating, it was all too much. Until she came, rocking her hips on his face, quivering between his hands and crying his name for her own sake, to remember something tangible, like all of this was real. Because she felt completely out of her body, her conscience tore apart from herself.

Nonetheless, he kept eating her, he couldn't get enough of her scent, of her taste. If he wasn't a starved man before he definitely was one now. He only pulled apart when he heard her cry his name out, completely overstimulated. And when he finally dared to look at her he understood how fucked he was. Because there was no way he was turning back now, there was no way he was letting her run free into the wild again. He just needed her body over his, he needed to be inside of her for real, to feel her alive around him. At that very moment, he didn't care about anything else, he needed to feel how warm she was, how alive she was compared to him. And when he finally achieved that feeling, when he finally thrusted into her without a care in the world he almost immediately came from the sensation. Nothing ever made him feel alive like that, even not when he was actually alive.

She cried for him but at this point, every sound she made was long forgotten, he was already gone. He heard her heart beating, like a psychotic melody. It was maddening, the more he thrusted the more he heard it.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She kept crying of pleasure, reaching for his embrace and when he finally held her between his arms she was ready to give up on her life. It was feeling all too good to be true, it wasn't her, she knew it, he was only chasing his own pleasure yet she was reaching her climax so quickly. Something wasn't right but it was too late to notice. Her arms around his back she held him closer, tightening her grasp on him to comfort herself.

She was doomed. She knew it, it was the end. She cried out, from the pain this time as she acknowledged her situation. He held her closer, feasting on her supplications, one of his hands reaching for her face, his thumb brushing away some tears."Shhh, it's okay Yuri. It's too late now." and before she could come he bit violently into her neck, the pain awakening immediately. It was violent, brutal, nothing like before. She felt her life escape her without being able to do anything while he continued to fete on her, unable to stop drinking from her, years of starvation just for that instant. But for him, it was all worth it, nothing had ever been as worth it as it was. It was delicious, excruciating all of his senses. He never felt so great in so many years. He loved those who were pure enough to be maidens, they really were a gift from the gods, descended straight from heaven and he was bringing her back to where she belonged. Away from the monstrosities of the earth. Away from himself who belonged to hell. Varney.

The chords used are from Masquerade by Versailles.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #vampire! noah #smut #Spotify #valiant's vampire series

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madomens · 11 months ago

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i’m so sorry i can’t stop thinking about this

WHOEVER POSTED FHIS FIRST PLEASE COMMENT SO I CAN GIVE UOU CREDIT BC I FORGOT WHO I SAVED FHIS FROM

EDIT I FOUND WHO POSTED IT FIRST!! @4rtificialfolio !!!!!!

#bad omens #bad omens cult #moodboard #noah sebastian

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cookiesupplier · 1 year ago

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A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist - COMPLETE

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, punishment realms do that to you, 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?

Authors Note: Tag list is open, feel free to let me know! I welcome all kinds of feedback, but please, be respectful.

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

chapters: ✨️ = smut

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#nick folio #nick folio x ofc #original female character #original character #demons #bad omens #fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #folio #hell au #hell verse #fic: a friend down in hell #masterlist #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio fanfic

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foliosriot · 2 years ago

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FOLIO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

nsfw headcanons under the cut! 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you!

i got quite a bit of inspo from @4rtificialfolio and their folio headcanons so now you need to go check them out (plus i didn’t copy them ok i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for awhile but their post from earlier inspired me to finish this)

SFW!!

sososo affectionate

holds your hand whenever he can, even if he knows he’s gonna have to let go in a second

loves seeing you in his hoodies

when getting a new sweatshirt/hoodie he has to think about if you would steal it or not

if he comes to the conclusion that you wouldn’t steal it, it’s not worth buying

even if he isn’t the biggest person on pda, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giving you random little kisses

speaking of kisses… his favorite spot to kiss you (besides your pretty little mouth ofc) is your neck

and i’m not talking necessarily like hickeys galore

but soft, tender kisses that are filled with nothing but the love he has for you

the amount of photos he has of you is obscene

whenever you’re doing something that you clearly love he will not hesitate to take out his phone to take a picture of you

he loves your smile and laugh so fucking much

he will do anything to see you smile and hear your laugh bc of how happy it makes him seeing you happy

such a fucking sucker for you in his band’s merch

like- one side of a bad omens shirt hanging off your shoulder as you’re making dinner?

a new photo of you has been acquired ig

oh and motorcycle rides are a must when you’re together

having your arms around him makes him so giddy

NSFW!!

loves being on top

seeing the way you look beneath him drives him fucking crazy

very big on body worship

he will spend so much time focused on one part (or multiple) of your body before he is satisfied

he also likes giving you hickeys a little too much

your body is COVERED with them the night before he leaves for tour

so if there’s no evidence of any hickeys he gave you when you are able to go to a few shows with them, he has to take action to remedy that

if your skin is not a mottled mess of purple and blue and red by the time he’s done then he isn’t doing his job properly

he loves mildly degrading you, ESPECIALLY when you’re being so good for him

“you feel so good, such a good little slut for me”

also wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to rail you while you’re wearing nothing but a bad omens shirt

(he would have you ride him with just a bad omens shirt on too hehe)

with that: seeing you cum on him with his band’s logo being the only thing covering your naked body would trigger something so feral in him like-

he would 100% use his strength against you and use you until you’re both spent

on the contrary… he rails you but you’re wearing his chain and nothing else

#nick folio #nick folio headcanons #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio fanfic #bad omens #bad omens headcanons #(moira caught my slip up thank you bestie)#𖤐

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foliosgirl · 1 year ago

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCtLKHV/

Hahaha. The 2nd one is definetly me.

@dsireland @mitchhbitch @pathion @xxkittenkissesxx @4rtificialfolio

#folio #nick folio #fish boy #handsome #nick folio bad omens #daily folio

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nerdraging4point0 · 1 year ago

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Lore cornor blood of eden

Who all is evolved like is it ofc x multiple pairings based on chapter?

Because i won't lie i was kinda under the expression that it was noah x ofc x oli now I wear glasses so I know I'm blind and I might have just missed it but now I'm really curious/confused about where this story is going but mainly just curious🖤

No worries. I got chu.

The story goes that Oli and Noah are hunters under the Mage, people who are powerful both financially and magically, hidden among regular humans. A hunter's job is to follow their masters' orders to protect the Mage at all costs; Noah's master is Jolly, and Oli is his closest partner in hunting. Rosa is a rouge human caught by Noah trying to break into one of the Mage's laboratories. Fate entwines Noah and Rosa, bringing her into his and Jolly's world. Secrets get revealed, passions run high, and everyone's dynamic is upside down soon.

@tearfallpixie @cookiesupplier @4rtificialfolio @kingdxmxfcxrds @measuredingold @concreteburialplot @collapsedglasshouses @sorrowsofsilence @foliosriot @sinkingteethinwhitenoise @ladyveronikawrites

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #noahsebastian fanfic

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Noah - Vest top

Noah Sebastian X Female Reader

genre: smut, a little fluff at the end

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), p in v, slight hair pulling, mirror sex

That goddamn vest stop is where it all started. Your boyfriend, Noah, looks good in anything he wears, but fuck; that goddamn vest top has you practically puddled on the floor. How much he’s been working out lately, how it clings to his body has you weak at the knees.

You’re watching him from the side of the stage, not too out in the open where fans can see you, but enough to have a good view of Noah working the stage. You can’t help but stare; of course you can’t; he’s covered in sweat, his biceps flex every time he moves the mic to his mouth, and you can see how his vest top clings to his body from how sweaty he is. Fuck.

Noah is fully aware of what him wearing that stupid black vest top does to you. He never used to wear one as often as he does, but since the night you practically jumped on him after a show, he made sure to invest in a couple more.

He can see your eyes lingering on him a little too long; the way you look him up and down has the blood rush to his head. Not realising how long you’ve been staring, you’re snapped out of your gaze by the sound of Bryan trying to get past you.

“earth to y/n?”

“oh, sorry Bryan”, you stumble a little as you step aside. Noah notices and smirks in your direction. He can tell you’re already weak for him, and he hasn’t even touched you. God, he can’t wait to touch you.

The way Noah has been acting on stage doesn’t help; the breathy moan when he sings the death of peace of mind, the way he gets on his knees for bad decisions, how he tilts his head back so his neck is on full display for dethrone. The fucker knows precisely what he’s doing, not that you’re complaining.

Before you know it, it’s the set's last song, so you return to the green room before the boys rush off stage. Noah couldn’t get off stage fast enough; as much as he loves to tease you, he needs you just as badly as you do him, and it’s becoming visible with his bulge getting bigger by the minute. Sitting on the green room sofa, all you can think about is Noah fucking you senseless. The thought of having his dick buried deep inside you makes you squeeze your thighs together to gain some friction on your already throbbing cunt. You’re so deep in a trance that you don’t realise he stood right before you, watching you squirm a little with red, flushed cheeks. It isn’t until you feel his knee push your leg slightly that you snap out of your daydream.

“what’s got you so flushed, baby?” He knows full well what you’re thinking about.

Just as you go to speak, he pulls you up from the sofa and into a kiss.

“You know what, never mind”.

Grabbing your hand, he drags you into the room next door.

He swiftly locks the door and pulls you eagerly into a heated kiss.

“Noah” " you moan out as his hands grip the sides of your face.

“god, I need you so fucking bad”, He moans in between kisses. Walking forward, you’re shoved up against the wall, hands gripping your arse and hips. He undoes the zipper to your skirt, and it quickly drops to the floor.

“Please, Noah.” He loves it when you whine for him.

“Please, what, baby? Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

“Please fuck me, do anything. I need you inside me.” He loves how pathetic and needy you sound.

Smirking at your response, he pushes your underwear to the side and drags his middle finger up and down your wet cunt before rubbing circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already,” He moans out, leaving wet kisses down your neck. There’ll definitely be a mark there tomorrow.

“if this is what me wearing a black vest top does to you, I’m never taking it off.”

He pulls his finger away, and you whine in protest at the loss of contact.

“what the fuck, Noa-“Before you can even finish your sentence, he’s on his knees with his head between your legs and leaving kisses up your thighs.

“patience, beautiful.” your hands quickly entangle in his hair as he kisses over your underwear.

“I can’t wait to taste you” In one swift move, he pushes your underwear to the side again, attaching his mouth to your throbbing clit.

“fuck Noah, please” Your hips instinctively buck into his face, and you feel him moan into you.

God, you love how he uses his mouth on you, feeling his tongue flick over your swollen clit repeatedly, the way his lips move against you. All that can be heard is you moaning his name continually, but you couldn’t care less. Noah loves the idea that everyone can hear who you belong to, who’s the one fucking you so well. You’re all his.

Suddenly, you feel him push two fingers inside you, making you moan even louder.

“Fuck baby”

He can’t help but smirk at your response. His finger moves in and out of you steadily, curling ever so slightly as he touches your g spot.

“Noah, please, I’m so close; don’t stop.”

Picking up the pace, he moves his fingers faster and faster, causing you to arch your back against the wall. He removes his mouth to look up at the pretty, fucked out sight in front of him.

“my pretty baby is so close, aren’t you?” he stands up, fingers slowing down a little, but he doesn’t take them out.

“Look at me, y/n, I want to watch you when you cum”

He picks the pace back up, and you can feel the knot tighten in your stomach. Your mouth is gaped open, too fucked out for sound to escape.

“cum for me, baby” Noah leaves a couple of kisses on your neck before looking you in the eyes as you cum on his fingers.

“Think you can take another?”

Not even bothering to answer, you quickly pull his trousers and boxers down before running your hands underneath his tank top.

“Well, I guess that’s my question answered then”.

Before you know it, he’s bending you over the dresser on the other side of the room, legs spread with your ass pressed against Noah’s throbbing cock.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and watch yourself as I fuck you, understand baby?”

“yes, Noah, please just fuck me. I need you.”

Noah grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror before pushing his dick into your dripping cunt.

“fuck you feel so good, y/n” Not giving you any time to adjust, his hips slam into you, making you yell in pleasure.

“Oh fuck N-Noah”

Using his other hand to grip your hip, he pulls your hips into him as he thrusts in and out of you.

“Look at yourself, baby, all messy just for me. My pretty little slut” Unable to form any words, your moans get louder and louder as he picks up his pace.

He fills you up so well, the tip of his cock pushing against your g spot repeatedly.

It’s your favourite feeling.

It doesn’t take long until you feel that all too familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, and Noah’s thrusts become more eager.

“I’m-“

“I know, baby; you can do it, cum for me again, y/n.”

Bending down, you feel his chest against your back. He removes his hand from your hair and snakes his arm around the front of your stomach so he can rub your clit. Not even 10 seconds later, you clench around him once more before screaming his name as you cum around his cock.

“N-Noah fuck”, You moan out, falling onto the dressing table.

He quickly straightens his back and pulls out of you before giving his swollen, hard cock a few pumps before cumming all over your back and collapsing on top of you.

“Fuck Y/N”

A quiet “Noah” is all you can manage to mutter out. He quickly grabs some tissue to clean the both of you up before pulling you into a tight hug.

His chest feels warm, and you can't help but melt in his arms.

“You did so well, baby.” He gives a long kiss on your head before grabbing your skirt and a blanket.

Without saying a word, he slides his arm underneath your legs, picking you up bridal style and sits on the two-seater sofa in the corner of the room.

The silence is sweet; just cradling in his arms as he gives you gentle, loving kisses.

“God, I love you so much”, he mutters into the side of your neck

Looking up at his pretty brown eyes, you give him a gentle smile and snuggle into his chest.

“I love you too, baby”.

You both stay there for a while, lying in his arms, enjoying the warmth of his chest and hearing his steady heartbeat. This isn’t where you expected to end tonight, but neither of you are complaining.

That goddamn vest top.

masterlist

#bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian #nick folio #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fic #bad omens smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah Sebastian fluff #4rtificialfolio

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4rtificialfolio · 2 years ago

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Nick Folio As Your Boyfriend HC - NSFW 🖤

you can find the SFW headcanon here ❤️

Warnings: 18+, mentions of kinks, body worship, fingers, unprotected sex (wrap it up besties) & just general NSFW, MDNI

Tried to keep this as gender-neutral as possible! (aftercare included)

- absolutely LOVES to be on top

- isn’t necessarily a dom or a sub most of the time, he just loves how you look underneath him

- that being said, this man is definitely a switch but we’ll start with “vanilla” folio

- big on saying “I love you” in-between kisses ie: “I love you”, “god I love you so much” “I fucking love you more than anything” etc

- BIG ON BODY WORSHIP AND PRAISE

- “fuck baby you look so fucking gorgeous/handsome/sexy”, “my pretty/beautiful/handsome baby”

- deffo has a thing for thighs, big or small

- “Gonna fuck myself between your thighs baby”

- kisses GALORE, he will not stop until he’s trailed kisses all over your body

- loves to take it slow so he can show you love all over

- of course, this man loves foreplay

- could spend forever fingering you & eating you out

- “Look at you so needy for me”

- makes sure he spends time on your nipples, his favourite thing is fingering you whilst licking and biting them

- loves some good ‘ol missionary because he just loves to be as close as possible to you

- obsessed with how much you love his tummy

- lazy morning sex

- when you’re both too tired to move much so his thrusts are slow and lazy

- again, so many kisses but especially neck kisses

- next to no talking, just a lot of hums and moaning

- “mmmm baby” & “feels so good” is the most he can mutter out

- shower sex

- not too often but if there’s one thing he’s gonna do it’s eat you out/give you head in the shower

- isn’t too worried about his release, he just loves making you feel good

- quick little mention about the bike vest

- you deciding to surprise him in the living room one day by wearing nothing but his bike vest

- the vest gets good use from then on

- chain hit your face when he fucks you after a show

- will finger you/give you a hand job quickly before he goes on stage

- “quite baby people will hear you”

- “that's it baby, cum on my fingers”

- ok now onto “dom” folio

- he isn’t dominant very often but when he is? oh you’re in for it

- no major kinks but ADORES seeing your wrists and ankles tied to the bed

- oh and a blindfold is a must!

- favourite toy is a wand, will edge you like there’s no tomorrow and makes you beg to cum

- slight degradation mixed with praise

- “my pretty little slut”, “Oh you want to cum? i wanna hear you beg for it baby”

- very rare he’ll use anything besides rope/handcuffs, a vibrator or a blindfold, unless you ask for something else

- when he discovers you have a wax kink, he’s apprehensive at first but once he sees how much of a mess it makes you he can’t get enough

- like I said it’s rare that he’ll use it because he doesn’t like to cause pain, even if it’s for pleasure, but when he does he swears he could cum just by watching you squirm and pull on the restraints

- “god you look so beautiful/hot with wax dripping all over your tits/chest”

- is SUCH a tease

- will countdown until you’re allowed to cum

- EYE CONTACT

- we all know how much this man loves eye contact

- “eyes on me baby” “Look at me when you cum”

- will grab your jaw and make you look him in the eyes as you finish

- will pull out or stop what he’s doing if you look away after he’s told you to look at him

- “Only good girls/boys/little sluts get to cum”

- throws in some spanking here and there, especially when he’s fucking you from behind

- speaking of, he LOVES LOVES LOVES cuffing your hands behind your back and taking you from behind

- seeing how your ass bounces against him drives him INSANE

- a sucker for when he cums on your stomach or back

- MIRRORS

- sometimes he’ll fuck you from behind or make you ride him whilst you face the mirror so he can watch his dick move in and out of you

- he loves watching his cum spill out of you

- now for “sub” folio

- not very often that he’s much of a dom or sub but from time to time, he’ll love when you’re on top and do all the work

- doesn’t outwardly admit it but he melts when you praise him

- “such a good boy for me” could send him over the edge

- TUMMY !!

- the way you leave kisses all over his tummy makes him so needy

- he tries not to show it but it makes his dick twitch

- when he fully goes into sub-space? he’s the whiniest mf ever

- doesn’t like to be restrained but might let you tie his wrists to the bed if you’re lucky

- using the wand on him good lord

- good luck trying to get him to keep still, constantly bucking his hips into your hands

- isn’t much of a talker, he’s more of a loud moaner but when he does talk it’s usually him begging a little

- “please baby” , “Please ill be good”

- has a thing for being choked

- again he doesn’t say this often but he loves when you put your hand around his throat, whether he’s doming you or you’re doming him

- a little bit of kinks ig???

- doesn’t have many, he’s more of the loving vanilla type but he has a few

- slight voyarism

- not so much in public but the idea of someone walking on the bus and hearing you drives him insane

- very light bondage like I said earlier

- will only really like using rope or handcuffs on you unless you ask for something else

- he’s obsessed with you being blindfolded even when you’re not restrained

- Especially when you’re hands are tied behind your back and you’re kneeling in front of him whilst wearing a blindfold

- body worship

- big praise kink, both giving and receiving

- slight degradation kink but only because you ask for it

- orgasm denial and edging

- isn’t huge into toys besides a vibrator here and there but he LOVES making you use an egg in public

- would never let you cum in public though

- this is already really long so aftercare !!

- will quite often run you both a bath and will take the time to wash you and praise you

- “You did so good baby, so good”

- SO many kisses and cuddles

- after he’s cleared you up and you’ve made sure to pee (always pee after sex friends!) you’re not moving out of that bed for a WHILE

- will cling to you and hold to so tight

- expect a lot of shoulder kisses and kisses all over your face

- says “I love you” over and over

- constantly checking to see if you need anything or if you want to just stay and cuddle

- helps you put your underwear on and puts one of his Harley t shirts on you

- thinks you look adorable in his shirts

- wont let you walk anyway in the house, this man will carry you everywhere

- no really I mean EVERYWHERE: toilet, shower, bath, across the room, downstairs, to the sofa, kitchen EVERYWHERE

- makes sure you have water and a snack

- he won’t sleep until you’ve fallen asleep

- almost always the big spoon but occasionally he’ll fall asleep on your tummy

I had to stop because this was getting too long but i could go on and on about this man😭 thinking of doing a hc of folio as a dad next, what do we think? 💞

reblogs are hugely appreciated! let me know your thoughts 🫶

masterlist

#headcanon #nick folio #bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #fish boy #nick folio fic #nick folio smut #nick folio headcanon #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio hc #4rtificialfolio

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4rtificialfolio · 1 year ago

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Girl Dad folio who gets her a little bike vest to match him so she can be like “dada”. Takes her on daddy daughter dates where they go fishing together; she has her own mini camping chair, a matching hat and a toy fishing rod and he sends you pics of him with his “mini me” telling you how much she loves her “fishies”. Lets her do “make-overs” where she raids your makeup bag and makes “dada look pretty” and he’d be so proud to show everyone his new style. Girl dad folio who sees her at the side of the stage, wearing big pink ear defenders, smiling and clapping for him. He buys her a custom little toy drum kit that’s the same colour as his so she can “play” just like her dada

#nick folio #bad omens #bad omens band #nick folio fluff #nick folio headcanons #nick folio headcanon #nick folio fic #fish boy #girl dad folio #4rtificialfolio #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens headcanons

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4rtificialfolio · 2 years ago

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Nick Folio As Your Boyfriend HC 🖤🎣

- this man is a cuddly as hell in private

- isn’t big on pda but loves to hold your hand and give you quick little kisses

- absolutely ADORES when you wear his hoodie’s and harley tee’s

- esp when you wear his tee’s with just your underwear

- constantly asking you where his hoodie is

- him walking into the living room and asking “baby have you seen my ho-“ just to see you snuggled up on the sofa in his hoodie

- LOVES late night rides with you

- he adores having your arms wrapped around his waist

- takes you to the beach and night so you can cuddle and watch the stars

- takes you to all his favourite places around his home state

- would definitely introduce you to his mc club and take you to the bike meets

- ALWAYS holding your hand, this man is never letting go of you

- doesn’t post on ig much but he’ll make a post every now and then with a picture of you both

- “my favourite person🖤”

- always giving you kisses at home and gets whiney when you don’t kiss him back

- refuses to let you get out of bed, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and this man is STRONGGG have you SEEN those biceps??? you’re not going anywhere

- will give you kisses on your neck and all over your face because he loves how giddy you get

- “have i ever told you how cute you are?” and he’ll giggle and how much it makes you blush

- besides the never ending kisses, his love language is gifts

- whenever he goes on a bike trip with his friends or when he goes on tour, he brings you back silly little gifts that reminded him of you

- speaking of tour, he’s constantly facetiming you

- he absolutely hates being away from you and loves when you tag along to a few dates

- tour is one of the only times he shows a little more pda because he misses you so much

- constant kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing your thigh when you’re sat together

- LOVES when you fall asleep on his lap

- takes so many candids of you, even if he is a grandpa with technology

- he’ll never fail to say i love you every day, gets sad if you forget to say it before you both go to sleep

- “what’s wrong baby ?” “you didn’t say it back” and he’ll do the most exaggerated pout ever to make you giggle

- he loves how when you’re laid on his chest, you trace his chest tattoo and leave occasional kisses on his chest

- just adores being close to you

- especially when he’s on top of you-

- overall absolutely ADORES you

- the best boyfriend 😭

might do an nsfw one next?👀

masterlist

#nick folio #bad omens fic #nick folio fic #fish boy #nick folio fluff #nick folio hc #headcanon #bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #4rtificialfolio

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4rtificialfolio · 1 year ago

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Painted Nails - NSFW blurb

the nail polish gave me ideas along with thoughts my friend put in my head

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, fem reader, slight bondage mention, finger sucking

His fingers making work of your mouth, pushing them in and out making you gag each time. wet and coated, he removes them to gently tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

“my pretty girl” he praises, as he wipes away your tears. Your saliva drips off of his thumb as he pulls it out of your plump lips with a pop; his painted nails glisten and the taste of the nail polish lingers on your tongue. You’re kneeling on the edge of the bed looking up at him with pleading eyes, mouth watering and unable to move with your hands tightly bound behind your back. All you can think about is his red, swollen cock in front of your face; how badly you want to take him in your mouth, have him grab a fist fall of your hair, and use you as his little fuck toy.

masterlist

#nick folio #bad omens #bad omens band #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio blurb #nick folio smut #nick folio fic #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #fish boy #blame the nails #4rtificialfolio

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4rtificialfolio · 1 year ago

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Dr Sebastian - NSFW blurb

I couldn’t stop thinking about dr noah so i had to write a little something 👀 enjoy!

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, teasing, slight exhibitionism kink, glove kink of you squint

Dr Sebastian, who knows his ethics are long gone, just can’t help himself. He’s fully aware this is putting his license on the line if anyone were to catch them in the act, but he doesn’t care. Not when she’s stood, topless, a quivering mess in his office. The feeling of his blue, latex gloves pinching at her hardened nipples as he stands behind her; his hard-on making his trousers tight and poking at her back. He swears he could cum just by grinding on her, seeing her beg and whine for him to move his hands down her body to where she needs him most. She’s desperate, she can feel the wetness pooling in her underwear as she squeezes her thighs together to gain any sort of friction and relief. Luckily for her, he has another appointment in 15 minutes and he needs her just as badly as she does him. She’s so desperate for relief but the possibility of being caught, in her most vulnerable state, is thrilling. It's pathetic really, how easily he can turn her legs to jelly, but she loves it; she loves to have someone else in control of her pleasure. Her moans and pleads are music to his ears, the thought of his tatted hands buried deep in her cunt is driving her insane. He’ll give in soon, it won’t be long until she’s bent over his desk begging him to make her cum but for now, he’s relishing in the sight of her crumbling under his touch.

masterlist

#bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens fic #noah sebastian #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian blurb #save me dr noah save me #god i love dr noah #bad omens smut #4rtificialfolio

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4rtificialfolio · 1 year ago

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It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“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

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

Series master list

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

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye?

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office.

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting.

Talk soon.

__________________

“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

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“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

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Sweetheart

Warnings: 18+, Fem reader, pure smut, praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, Oral (F rieciving)

A quick little smutty folio blurb whilst I continue to work on Roman Holiday 🫶

“Nick please” you whine as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit, bringing you to the brink of your fourth orgasm. Letting out a deep, aspirated groan into your core, he pushes your hips onto the bed.

“Does my baby want to cum? hmm?”

“Please I need you” The knot in the pit of your stomach comes to a sudden halt as Nick pulls away from your core, releasing your clit from his glistening lips with a pop. He could spend all day with his head buried between your thighs, devouring you over and over again whilst you beg him to let you cum. Oh, how he loves the way his baby tastes.

“You’re gonna have to beg for it beautiful, let me hear those pretty moans” He grabs your jaw with his right hand, turning your head to look you in your tired, pleading eyes.

“Please Nick, please let me cum I’ll be good I promise” Satisfied with your desperate pleading, he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Go on baby, get them nice and wet for me” Your tongue swirls around his calloused fingers, covering every inch of them in your saliva and gagging ever so slightly as they hit the back of your throat. Pulling his fingers away from your mouth, he moves his hand down your squirming body, pushing them inside your soaking cunt. You arch your back off of the bed and moan out his name, pleading for him to move. Nick begins to thrust his fingers in and out at a rapid pace whilst sucking and biting at the sweet spot on your neck. Every inch of your body is swimming in pleasure, the joint notion of his lips on your neck and his fingers buried deep inside your dripping core has you clawing at his back. Feeling his fingers curl ever so slightly, hitting your sweet spot, the all-too-familiar knot in your stomach quickly builds again and has you clenching around his fingers. Nick picks up on this notion and moves his left hand to rub your sensitive, swollen clit.

“That's it sweetheart, cum for me. My good girl”

The term sweetheart is enough to make you see stars. You throw your head back in pleasure, screaming his name as he milks every last drop out of you. He looks down at the quivering, shaky mess underneath him as he grinds his clothed, swollen cock into your crotch. Your eyes flutter, fighting the fatigue that washes over you.

“Oh baby you’re not tired are you? I’m not done with you yet”

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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1

Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”

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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(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 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.

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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