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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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Offerings

a/n I would say don’t ask cause my brain works on its own accord. Thanks to @twilighttowayvision for listening to me yap and making me write this. 🤍✨🫧🤝🏻🙂‍↕️

summary: this is loosely based on worship. Our oc is a back vocalist for ST and her and the boys aren’t afraid to get handsy on stage. The problem however is that she catches an eye of another band. So when Noah from bad omen wants her to be the guest act in one of his shows emotions run high. Jealousy bubbles. Pretty white jaws get bloody.

warning: sexual tension, sexual behavior implications, brat goodness.

Sleep token boys x reader

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The pre-show prep had been slow today. Mostly because you had enough time to get most of the stuff up and running in the couple of days that you’ve spent here. Meaning that there had been no running around, no packed sound checking, and no feeling of needing to be at four places at one time. So you had made yourself comfortable on one of the backstage sofas. Scrolling through different group chats you had going on with the whole sleep token crew.

That’s when you came across the endless links Espera had sent you. “Tell me that you’ve seen this," the message read, followed by heaps of emoji that made no sense. You frowned slightly, clicking on the first link. And it’s not what you expected. A moment of confusion turned into shock before a grin spread onto your face. You quickly sat up, pressing on another link. A video after video played on and on until you were biting your lip.

“What are you smiling at?”, the sound of a iii’s voice nearly made you drop your phone.“Nothing," you answered a tad bit too enthusiastically, instantly making your bandmate narrow his eyes at you. “Yeah, right. You look like a Christmas tree," iv he huffed, pulling a towel from over his head as he dried his curls. You could lie. You couldn’t if you were being realistic. Their bullshit radar was too good for that. A half-truth might do the trick. Might… “Girls sent over this video," you shrugged, glancing back at your phone and trying really hard not to let your cheeks flame.

“Oh, no… another thirst trap of us," ii grinned as he too stepped into the room, reaching for the beverage fridge. “You don’t need to drool over us via screen, baby girl," iii he cackled, wiggling his eyebrows. Striking one pose after another. He flexed his muscles as if he was indeed attending a competition of sorts. You couldn’t help but cackle at him.

“Got the real deal in blood and flesh right in front of you, darling," iv plopped down on the sofa, next to you, leaning in suggestively. You pushed back at his chest. “Not self-obsessed one bit," he simply shrugged, that shit-eating grin shining bright. “Give me that." You didn’t even notice ii coming to your other side before your phone was in his hands, fingers flying over the numbers on your lock screen. “Hey, no." You moved to stand up, but iv wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing you back down. This time onto his lap. Arms snacking over your middle. “You all suck," you growled, knowing full well that they were going to be met with.

“Yeah, if I could, I would steal the Siren," the voice on the screen filled the room and you don’t have to know it all to notice the way the three of them instantly looked at one another. Piecing together everything that had been happening. “Have you seen her? Her vocals would fit into most of our songs." A light groan left IV's lips as Noah’s voice continued to bleed into the background. iii’s arms were crossed over his chest. There was no gleam of amusement in his eyes. It’s ii who seemed delighted with this. But not in a you-go-girl kind of way. Oh no, he knew what shitstorm this was going to cause. And to help with your matters, Vessel and Esperas casually stroll backstage as well.

“We’re working on getting her on our side; I’d die a happy man if she brought her worshiping to our stage." That was enough to make Vess halt. “What the fuck was that?”, he huffed, walking towards ii, glancing at the phone in his hands. “Bullshit, that’s what that was," iii said, shaking his head, leaning back against the wall in frustration. "Oh, come on," the girls laughed in unison, “a boy has a crush." Your eyes grew big as you shook your head with a hiss, “Girls.”

“Has a crush, my ass!", iv practically growled, hands tightening on your thighs, but you were quick to peel his hands off you. “Now who’s being hypocritical?" You stood up, narrowing your eyes at him. He was annoying when he wanted to be. You knew that first hand “What is that supposed to mean?” Iv is quick to jump up too. You knew he was harmless, but his quick movement still made you step back slightly. “You go off to play with Oli, and no one says a peep about it," you wheezed through gritted teeth. “That is different," ii cut in, and you couldn’t help but gape at him. Of course, his shit-stirring ass would side with them. “Last time I checked, he can also grab iv dick, no NDA about that?" you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Just made the mistake of glancing at iv, who was practically red with anger now, “You fucking...", but he didn’t get to finish the sentence before iii draped an arm around his shoulder, turning him around. “Cool off," he muttered, tapping a hand on iv’s chest.

“Breather. Outside. Now”, Vessel pointed towards the door. And as much as you hated the pre-concert arguments, you didn’t want to drop this now. “Bark while you’re at it," you raised both middle fingers at iv, but the sight was short-lived as Vess stepped in front of you, gripping your jaw and pulling your face to meet his. "Y/n," it was barely a whisper, but the tone shift said it all. “We’ll talk about this after." You want to fight back, but instead, you just nodded. Pushing past him to go get ready. Simply out of spite moving to quickly typed out a message to Bad Omen’s Instagram account. The likelihood of them seeing it, however, was low. Right…?

The concert ended up being only mid. The tension that usually had everyone grinding against one another. Pushing the possible limits had turned into a cold war. In moments like this, iv pride was bigger than him. You knew he wouldn’t blow off before the show started, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise that he pretty much avoided you like the plague. Leaving you at the mercy of iii and Vessel for the most part. So it was Vess who had you press against his chest until the black paint was smudging all over your back. Hand on your throat as he sang the lyrics of the songs straight into your bloodstream. Even the kiss that iii leaned in for felt off, so you didn’t push him. Didn’t push any of them. Not when your attempts of luring them out of their pissy mood was cut with a cold shoulder. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t frustrated about it.

"Here," warmth spreads through your body as a familiar scent filled your senses. You welcomed it on most days, but today it only made your frown deepen. So with a shrug of the hand, you pushed the leather jacket off. “Don’t be a brat; you’ll catch a cold," iii grunted, forcefully wrapping you up in iv’s jacket.

“Who knew you would be the one mending the bridges", you hissed out, taking another drag from your cigarette. iii tapped at his lips, and you quickly held the same cigarette out for him, letting him take a couple of drags in. “He’s pissed because he cares," iii said after blowing out the smoke. “We both know that he’s fiercely protective over people he lets in close." And you knew that. Knew that from all the tines his steal mask would slip. And you would be left with nothing but a needy man. One that’s constantly leaning into you or falling asleep on your shoulder. “You remember him after people started talking shit about Vess dancing”, iii pointed out, “He yapped about it for the rest of the night. I throw punches, iv talks, that’s his weapon”.

“You are all acting as if I’m about to sell my body on the highway," you huffed, shaking your head in frustration. “We found you first," iii nearly sang, snatching the cigarette from between your fingers. “Oh Jesus, it’s that fucking male ego," you growled, wrapping the iv’s jacket tighter around your body. iii extended one of his arms out. You didn’t need to be told twice, as you buried your face in his chest. “You are a whole package," he muttered under his breath, pressing his lips to the top of his head. “We don’t want you jumping ships." You pulled back slightly. “I’m not leaving you; it’s one concert from what I understood," you whispered, knowing full well that if they said no, you wouldn’t go. After all, they were your people. And the last thing you wanted was for them to feel as if you were replacing them in some way. “One too many, baby," he let out a sigh, “One too fucking many”, killing the cigarette with his foot before pulling you back into the warmth of the back room.

The topic of those videos was dropped without bringing it up ever again. They don’t bring it up, so you did just the same. Until one night, your phone pings, and you couldn’t help the grin that spreads over your face. “Tell me that I can see your cute face tonight”, it read. Making you fall back onto your bed, as you silently screamed into your screen. You keep it to yourself this time. The least ears heard about the less hearts would break, but even as you were getting ready to leave, you knew that there was no way you could leave the apartment you all rented out without the boys noticing you walking down the stairs, and from the sound coming from lower floor, they were in the living room. In conclusion right by the staircase. But what was bitting another bullet after all?

"Okay, style icon," iii whistled as the sound of your heels made them all turn your way. You shot him a smile, “You like?" Twistling, you gave them all a look at your head-to-toe black outfit, only a baby pink mini dress bringing contrast to the whole outfit. “Are you sure you girls don’t want us tagging along?”, Vessel asked, tilting his beer bottle your way. And here you were. Screwed all over. You had forgotten about girls going out tonight. Well, you were going out with them until you got that message, and then your brain blanked. “She’s not going with the girls," iv muttered, his jaw clenched as his eyes looked you up and down. Not the gentle kind of look. Oh, no. He was eating you with his gaze. Burning through your skin. Seeing into part of you, you didn’t want him to. Sending a shiver down your spine. “IV is right, I’m not." You held your head up; you owned them nothing. Well, not fully true, but still. You were your own person. “Tell me that it’s not what I think it is," ii chuckled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Wipe that grin off your face," you grunted.

Silence fell over the room. ii kept his eyes on you challenging you to break first. But when you didn’t back away he leaned forward. Both inked palms firmly placed on the table. “Careful, or you’ll be whipping something else off your face and legs," he said, leaning forward. His blunt answer and forwardness took you off-hand because to get through the impenetrable wall of calmness that ii had built was impossible. It had been impossible. “Not yours to paint tonight," you shot them a smile, reaching for the bottle iii was holding before downing the last remaining liquid. “But I’ll send Noah your hellos," you smiled at them right as the sound of a car signaling outside of the window echoed, “Don’t wait up, boys." You waved them off over your shoulder. Feeling your heart hammer against your ribcage. The dizziness clouding your eyes. But you couldn’t turn back now. You couldn’t go there now when you knew they were boiling. This was good. This would give them time. Right…?

#sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token x you #sleep token ii x reader #sleep token iii x reader #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token iv x reader #sleep token iii imagine #sleep token ii imagine #sleep token iv imagine #sleep token vessel imagine

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nerd-who-likes-cats · 6 months ago

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Hayeli Tsum!

Hayeli belongs to @mellosdrawings! Our fifth OC tsum to join the stack.

This darling boy is joined in his story by Noah, another of Mellos OCs whom I adore. (Story under cut)

Hayeli was walking down the school halls, Noah hanging on his arm, neither sure where they were going, when a blast of light outside caught both their attention. The pair drifted to the window and gazed out at the bright light show of the portal opening above ramshackle dorm. They watched a tsum in purple fall towards them, where both students reached out too late too catch it, and Noah's signature spell was cast allowing the tsum to float weightlessly only just as it landed on the windowsill. It would be a useful gesture to catch the tsum if they'd had the reaction time necessary to do so.

The tsum rolled around in the air, squeaking and smiling as it drifted into Noah's arms.

"Its a mini me!" Hayeli said excitedly "lookat his Lil nubbins!" He wiggled his arms at the tsum, who wiggled its nubs in response.

"A mini Hayeli?" Noah grinned, petting the creature "how fun!"

The three continued drifting down the hall, still unsure where they were going and simply grinning over the floating tsum, until their phones buzzed. Hayeli read the message aloud for Noah "Students, it has come to my attention that the tsums have returned to Night Raven College. All students who encounter one of these small creatures must bring it to the headmages office posthaste."

Noah gasped as the tsum drifted I to Hayeli's arms "do you think there's a me tsum somewhere around here?"

Hayeli gasped "that would be so fun!"

"I'm gonna go look for it" Noah said, floating up and out the window. In the distance, they could just see what appeared to be another tsum being shot down with a bow, and Noah decided to go look in that direction.

"I'll bring this to the headmaster" Hayeli called to him, gesturing with the tsum. "See you later!"

On his way, he bumped into one of his dormmates. Arlo and his tsum didn't bother acknowledging him, and Hayeli and his tsum didn't bother acknowledging Arlo as they walked to the headmasters office together. As the group entered the door to see a distraught Crowley explaining how he had no idea how this happened, all four sighed and narrowed their eyes at the pathetic man they called their headmage.

#love our darling mirror man #oc tsums #tsum tsum #twisted tsumderland #twisted wonderland tsum tsums #tsum tsums #pomefiore

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ladyveronikawrites · 8 months ago

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IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH

(Noah Sebastian x OC) 18+

Kinktober in the Concrete Jungle - Prompts: Female Domination, bondage, imapct play, humiliation

Part of the Will We Both Be Satisfied verse

CW: Power exchange, D/s, sissification, feminization, cross dressing, honorifics, roleplay, new name, suck off dildo, spanking, impact play - paddle, orgasm denial, strap, verbal humiliation, chastity, cock cage, squirting

Word Count: 3,323 Crossposted: AO3 // Wattpad

title comes from 'Code Mistake' by Corpse featuring Bring Me the Horizon

Click. Clack.

The heels of her modest height clear stilettos pierce the lavish marble floor of the hotel lobby. Vivian pulls out her phone from her leather tote bag as she approaches the elevator. When the metal doors slide open, she struts in, chin held high as the bodies part for her. Vivian should feel intimidated standing arm-to-arm with folks much taller than her, but she doesn’t. She may look small but she’s a spitfire. A smirk curls her lips when her phone chimes.

Room 532.

A beast of a man waits for her behind that door. No one moves when she exits the elevator and a couple making out in the hall, stop and stare when she walks by. Vivian demands all eyes on her at all times. The sheer black floral lace corset is the only delicate thing about her. The garment is tied tight making her pert tits almost spill from the cups, her black shoulder-length hair grazes her collar bones which accentuate the sweetheart neckline of the bustier. Paired with her favorite high-waisted trousers that hug her hips and define her waist, it’s absolutely obscene. Her large sunglasses attempt to obscure her identity but it’s pretty obvious why she’s there at this time of the night and she doesn’t give a single flying fuck. When she approaches his door, he opens it before she has a chance to raise her scarlet-manicured hand to knock. Vivian struts into the room not even acknowledging the tree of a man, muscles bulging and drenched in sweat just like she asked. His head is bowed, and his knees shake when he shuts and locks the door.

“Scared someone’s going to find out your dirty little secret and call the police?” she taunts, as she dumps the contents of her bag on the table by the bed. Noah shifts on his heels but doesn’t speak a word. Good boy.

“Speak.”

“Y-yes, mistr- I mean, Miss V,” he blurts out, nerves shaking his voice.

“Good thing, I don’t intend for anyone to find out.” Vivian stalks over to Noah shoving a bright pink bag of toiletries onto his chest.

“Go clean your gross gym bro sweat off.” She makes a face in disgust before opening the bathroom door. “I can’t wait to meet my pretty girl soon when you are done. Does she have a name yet?” Vivian chimes, her voice softening in excitement. A soft blush creeps over Noah’s cheeks accentuating his freckles, but he can’t meet her eyes.

“Look at me when I ask you a question,” Vivian commands, placing her manicured hands on her hips, expectantly.

“Y-yes Miss V, h-her name is Norah.” She can sense Noah’s hesitation, yet his gaze remains on hers.

“What a beautiful name,” Vivian smiles approvingly. “When you wash yourself think of her, imagine her slender hands washing your body and the sweet smell of her hair and skin. Remember darling, she is you.”

“Yes, Miss V, of course.” A bashful smile spreads across his face when her words sink in. What Noah has been longing for is becoming a reality.

Noah practically skips into the bathroom with the bright pink bag clutched tight to his bare chest. Vivian hears the whoosh of the shower tap being turned on and busies herself with removing the expensive garment from the bag and steaming out all the wrinkles with the portable steamer she brought. She wants this to be perfect.

Soon enough she hears the water being shut off and Noah stepping out of the shower.

Vivian knocks on the door, “Norah, may I come in?”

“Y-yes.” His voice cracks as she opens the door. Before her, Noah has wrapped the starch-white hotel towel around his waist. His skin is flush and damp, highlighting every defined muscle in his arms and chest. Mentally shaking herself, she steers her derailing thoughts back to the task at hand, just before noticing Noah’s purple-painted toenails.

“What scent did you choose?” she circles him, grazing her manicured fingertips over his glistening damp torso. His body flexes in the wake of her touch. She knows the scent he chose to wash himself with. She has every scent of her inventory memorized. The sense of smell is powerful, a primal yearning that etches itself into the brain for an eternity. Mixed with your own pheromones- your scent is unique to each individual. Noah chose something comforting and familiar.

“Vanilla and bergamot, Miss V.” His cheeks heat with the confession.

“Very good. How does it make you feel?” Miss Vivian walks over to the bed, grazing her fingertips over the garment bag with anticipation.

“I-I..” Noah’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I feel good-”

Vivian turns, crossing her arms over her chest, and cocks a full brow; a warning for him to continue.

“Powerful…” Noah continues, “Yet beautiful.” She beams with pride at his declaration and when she glances up at him, he smiles right back.

“Would you feel more comfortable dressing in the bathroom or the room?” Vivian slowly unzips the garment bag, periodically glancing up to see Noah’s reaction. She watches as Noah’s mouth parts and eyes widen. She is also pretty sure she saw his eyes start to shimmer as she pulled the exquisite black mini dress from the bag.

She hands over the velvet hanger, and he stares in awe. " It’s beautiful,” he whispers, " even better than I could imagine.”

Vivian moves to hang up the now empty garment bag in the closet. She smiles to herself again, basking in Noah's newfound excitement.

When she turns back, she gasps softly at the sight before her. Pooled around Noah’s ankles are his grey sweatpants and boxers. He hadn’t bothered to step out of them, too entranced by the soft fabric. Her heart leaps at the sight of the matte black chastity cage uncasing his cock, a gift from their first meeting over a month ago.

It’s beautiful really, watching the tall, toned, and tattooed man grazing his large hand over the dress.

“Can I help you put it on?” Vivian asks.

Noah starts to shake his ‘yes’ and then stops himself, “Yes, Miss V, please help me put it on.” Noah’s voice pitches higher with excitement.

“Of course, dear.” She grabs a pair of lace panties from her bag. “Put on these while I ready your dress and gather your heels.” Noah swiftly discards his sweats and pulls on the lace panties that fit him perfectly.

He shouldn’t be surprised that Vivian could size him correctly as she took extensive measurements during their first consultation. The self-proclaimed perfectionist does not overlook her care and attention to detail.

Noah steps into the dress and sucks in a shaky breath. Vivian comes behind him to zip up the dress, admiring the ink that shows from the open back of the dress.

“Turn around,” Vivian instructs her voice firm, despite the tenderness she feels in this delicate moment. He obeys quickly, almost stumbling over his long limbs.

“Sit down on the edge of the bed.” Noah’s brows furrow slightly as the dress presses against his thick thighs when he sits down. It’s a little uncomfortable, forcing his legs to press together.

Vivian can’t help but glance at his thighs, where the dress hitched higher, as she makes her way back to Noah with a pair of strappy heels in her hand.

“Now I’m not one to kneel,” she starts, lowering herself to the ground in front of Noah. “But for a pretty thing like you, I would.” Vivian slides the heel onto his tattoo foot and fastens it around his delicate ankle and when she looks up, she finds the prettiest shade of warm pink flushing Noah’s cheeks. “I see you painted your toes, does anyone else know?” she asks fastening the other heel.

“No, Miss V,” Noah’s voice starts to waver. “No one knows.”

“What if we showed someone? What do you think about that? Just a picture…hmm?” Don't get carried away Viv, you know blackmail is a soft limit and you can understand why.

Her hands pause at his ankles, waiting with bated breath for his response.

“I’m not ready… I’m sorry.” Vivian can see a trace of fear in his brown eyes.

“That’s ok darling,” she says softly, rising slowly to stand, she tilts his chin up to meet her gaze. “It’ll be something special for us then.” Noah smiles back at her and her heart flutters. He’s so soft and beautiful. She takes a step back and admires her work.

Noah sits up straighter on the edge of the bed and crosses his legs at his ankles. The heels fit his feet perfectly and his tattoos are on full display. His leg muscles tense as her gaze wanders higher. Nervously, Noah starts to pick at his cuticles. Her small hand stills the anxious habit. Vivian glances a little too long at his large hands under hers, her small wrist against the length of his fingers.

“Norah, look at me sweet girl,” Miss Vivian coos, caressing his jaw with her free hand. A pink blush warms the freckles scattered on his cheeks. He sighs deeply when his eyes meet hers, leaning into her touch. “Good girl, another deep breath for me.” He takes another shaky breath, the new nickname setting loose a thousand butterflies in his tummy. “That’s it,” Vivian smiles. “Shall we continue?”

“Yes, Miss V,” Noah’s voice is stronger now, confident.

“Stand up, l want you to see how pretty you look in your dress and heels.” Fingers entwined; Vivian leads Noah to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He stumbles a few times, reaching out to her for extra support. She swallows down the laughter threatened to spill from her throat as the baby gazelle straightens his wobbly legs and smooths down the dress.

“You are doing so well,” she beams. “Just a few more steps.” Vivian offers her arm to him for support, but he refuses – strutting the rest of the way into the frame. Noah oozes confidence, bright eyes, and a dazzling smile when he looks himself over in the mirror. The dress does wonders for his shapely body, cinching at the waist yet hugging the thickest part of his toned thighs.

“Spin slowly for me, Norah,” she instructs. Vivian watches as Noah hesitates for a breath before turning cautiously in the heels. Her jaw drops when her eyes scan over Noah’s back, “Stop,” she blurts out, yet Noah complies threading his fingers together comfortably at the small of his lower back and bowing his head slightly, he slips into submission.

The roses on his hips are red and he has had more coloring added to his tattoo. Noah shifts on his feet, tearing Vivian from her daze. “Keep going,” she clears her throat, trying to keep her cool. “How do you feel?”

“I feel amazing, Miss Vivian,” his voice pitches higher as a blush heats his cheeks. “The dress is so soft, and it makes me feel incredible. I… I didn’t know I could look this good,” he confesses, his cheeks burning crimson, yet his gaze remains transfixed on himself in the mirror.

“Can you be a good girl for me and get on your knees?” Noah drops to his knees, instantly. He still somehow towers over Vivian when she comes to his side. “That’s it, it’s where you belong.” Her voice turns cold, her long fingers gripping his chin to force his gaze upward. “Open your mouth,” she commands.

Noah complies eagerly even sticking out his tongue for her, his big brown eyes starting to dilate. Vivian nudges the silicone dildo closer. “You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” she huffs a laugh, sliding the toy closer. Saliva drips from his tongue to the floor with every shake of his head.

“Please Miss V,” Noah whimpers.

“Begging for my cock already? Such a pathetic needy sissy,” she pats his cheek then lets the dildo rest on his tongue. He whines when she yanks it from his mouth suctioning the toy to the mirror. “Watch yourself suck this cock and don’t stop until I tell you.” Noah approaches the toy warily and, in the mirror, Vivian positions herself to tower over the kneeling man. “Begin,” she commands, setting her jaw and resting her hands on her hips. Noah starts to lick and suck at the cock. Impatient, Vivian crosses her arms and starts tapping her foot. The click-clack of her heels makes Noah’s gaze shoot up.

“Do you want me to come over there and show you how it’s done?” She raises a threatening brow to him in the mirror. He quickly hollows his cheeks and sucks down the toy. Pathetic. Vivian stalks over to the man on the floor and cards her fingers into his short brown hair, gripping the root. “Pathetic,” she sneers, forcing him to take more until he gags. She stops immediately, loosening her hold on his head but not letting go completely. “Suck.” And he does, with a fervor she’s never seen before. Saliva dribbles from his mouth and he fists the rest he can’t swallow down.

“That’s my good girl,” she coos, stepping back to take in the sight before her. Noah starts to moan, and his long lashes flutter and his rhythm starts to falter. He groans softly, and that’s when she notices the damp spot on the fabric. Vivian grips Noah by the hair once again and pulls him off the dildo. “Get up,” she bites out.

Noah stands with shaky legs, eyes cast to the ground. “What did you do?” Vivian asks her voice firm but not mean.

“I… I came without permission,” he whispers.

“Say it again.”

“I came without permission, mistress,” his voice wavers but his eyes finally meet hers, sad and pleading.

“You came without permission,” she echoes. “Bend over the bed. Now.” Vivian points at the bed, eyes still fixed on him. Noah shuffles and stumbles to the bed, trying to keep his composure. He sucks in a breath when she hikes up the dress around his hips exposing his lace panties.

He flinches when Vivian rubs the leather paddle over his ass, “Count out loud or I start over.”

“Y-yes Miss V,” his voice starts to shake again. “I understand.”

“Bad” slap! Noah’s body lurches forward slightly. “One!” he grunts.

“Girls” slap! “Two!” his pathetic whimper cracks his voice. Vivian glances down to see his legs starting to shake.

“Get” smack! She strikes Noah’s other ass cheek with the same intensity. “Three!”

“Punished!” smack! “Four!” Noah hiccup sobs when Vivian rubs the puddle over this reddening ass. “I can’t wait to see if there is a lace imprint on your beautiful ass. Why don’t we see, hm? She taunts, turning from the quivering man on the bed to put away the paddle. She rummages around the bag for her harness and tosses it onto the bed right in front of him.

Without warning, she steps behind Noah and rips the panties down to his ankles where she quickly unfastens the heels from his ankles. “Stand up,” she commands, void of emotion. Noah hastily kicks off the heels and panties. He doesn't rise tall and confident, now his head hangs low and his shoulders hunch. She balls up the soiled panties and throws them on the bed before picking up the harness. “You know I could have given you the most intense orgasm of your life for your special day,” Vivian says as she slips on the harness around Noah’s hips, resting just above his cock cage. “But you had to go and ruin it.” She huffs in disappointment, gripping his wrist to turn him around. “Open up.” Noah reluctantly opens his mouth wide, and Vivian shoves the panties in. “I could have used that pretty mouth of yours for so much more.” Noah’s cheeks redden even more, and his eyes turn misty. “Awh, is the pretty girl going to cry? Good.”

Vivian turns and stalks over to the mirror yanking the dildo off the reflective surface. Making her way to her bag for a blindfold she pays no mind to the man in the room. After attaching the dildo to the harness, Vivian slaps on her favorite cuffs around Noah’s surprisingly delicate wrists. Noah’s chest starts to heave, his breathing quickens- but he doesn’t use their gestural safeword, and doesn’t flip her off either.

“Are you ok, sweet Noah?” her question true and full of concern as she wipes the tears from his cheeks. He nods with a muffled “uh huh” and gives her a thumbs up and she can’t help but laugh a little. She takes a deep breath to center herself and notices Noah doing the same.

Vivian doesn’t stop herself from resting her hands on his chest as he takes in another deep breath, intently listening to the way he breathes and, on the exhale-

She pushes him back onto the bed, his eyes go wide yet a small chuckle tumbles from his gagged mouth. Leaning over Noah, she slides the blindfold over his eyes, “You don’t get to see me come undone.” She smirks, giving his cheek a slap.

Vivian takes inventory of the scene before her, Noah on his back with his legs dangling over the bed, eyes covered, mouth gagged, and wrists bound. His breathing has steadied, and his cock remains soft in its cage. If she’s being honest, she is very impressed with how Noah is handling the scene. Without another thought, she disrobes her lower half before padding over to the table once again to her bag for lubricant.

After coating the silicone cock in a water-based lube, Vivian straddles Noah’s hips careful not to touch any part of him. His punishment is to be deprived, touch included.

Vivian takes her time, letting her walls adjust to the thick fake cock. Unabashed, she lets out a wanton groan deep from her throat when she takes it to the hilt before bouncing up and down pressure building in her core. Noah’s muffled whimpers fuel her desire as she rides the cock.

“This could be you coming undone,” Vivian moans, sinking down on the silicone dildo strapped around Noah’s hips. She’s close to the edge and reluctantly stops herself. “But you broke the rules!” She accents each word rocking back onto the dildo and sliding her hand between her thighs. Her breath hitches when she circles her clit with her fingers. Throwing back her head in ecstasy, her rhythm falters when the flood gates of pleasure release and she squirts all over Noah.

“Fuck,” she groans low in her throat When she pulls herself Off the silicone dildo. Just then her phone starts buzzing, alarm ringing, “Ha, just in time,” Vivian sneers as she cleans herself with a hotel towel. She redresses and unbinds Noah's wrists and pulls the soiled panties now soaked in saliva from his mouth and removes the blindfold. His cheeks are red and his lips raw, yet his eyes light up when he sees her.

“Nicholas wanted me to tell you, Happy Birthday,” she whispers in his ear. His cheeks flame deep crimson, and his mouth gaps open at the revelation. “Hurry up and get dressed, I’m sure he has something else planned for your birthday.” Vivian helps Noah up from the bed and then busies herself with cleaning up as he dresses.

“Thank you, Miss Vivian,” Noah says softly.

“Happy birthday,” she winks at him and then stops at the door to add, “Remember good girls who follow the rules get to come. See you next month Noah.”

Shutting the door behind her she reflects on the first phone call she received from Noah and how nervous and full of shame he was. Now - months later- she is wrapped up between him and his boyfriend as a mentor of sorts as they traverse through their own kinky dynamic.

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sterek-ao3feed · 1 month ago

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Commupance? (Beacon Hills, California)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/65767702

by Mswriter07

Peter greeted Poppy and Declan, representatives of the Council of Fates, and let them into the apartment.

As they entered, Poppy said, “Your Emissary is strong. That magic takes a long time to master.”

“Well, currently he’s trying not to have a mental breakdown but he has the support of his Dad and Pack 100%.”

“Where is your Emissary?”

“He’s currently on a road trip with our Alpha and pack members. He needed to leave town for a while and decompress.”

“Makes sense,” Declan replied.

“You called us here to help with a bit of a problem in town,” Poppy said, taking a look around the living space.

Words: 4081, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Rest and Recovery

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Tara Graeme, Jordan Parrish, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton, Poppy (oc), Declan (OC), Ira (OC)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stilinski Family Feels (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah (Teen Wolf), Crazy Allison Argent, Evil Alan Deaton, Good Peter Hale, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Minor Original Character(s), Left Hand Peter Hale, Darling gets revealed, Gift fic for my bestie, Part 4 is Peter-centric, Minor Allison Argent/Scott McCall

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65767702

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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vacantfields · 4 months ago

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Hill darling!! I would love to get to know you more!! Is there anything in particular that you like doing, like a favorite hobby? :D

Also hi Noah!! I hope you’re doing well and are taking care of yourself!! Your art, writings, and ocs always give me wonderful brain rot 〔´∇｀〕

Hill: Hm. I do not have a hobby or something I enjoy. (he shrugs) Hill: i suppose singing if i had to pick something.

RAAAA THANK YOU SHRUB I SPIN U AROUNDDDD :DDDD

#ask hill #noah answers

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luminouslywriting · 2 months ago

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OC Music Tag Game

Winnie & Nixon

Winnie & Speirs

OOhhh

So for Winnie and Nixon, I would have to say You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan or Wondering Why by The Red Clay Strays and Western AF

For Winnie and Speirs, I'd have to say Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran or Work Song by Hozier

Thank you for the lovely ask darling 🥰

#ask game

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unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow · 7 months ago

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fanboy!Noah x idol!MC

"My personal hater" visual novel AU in which Noah is your most loyal fan.

(art by me)

So imagine that you're a popular idol who got famous not so long ago. You've been working towards this goal of yours for quite a time before you were finally aknowleged by the masses. You're very grateful for that and now you're using this popularity by working even harder! You make music after music after clip after clip and so on...

Eventually you grow tired. It was a matter of time when this will happen and deep down you knew that will happen sooner or later... But it appeared in such a problematic time. Live concerts, shooting music videos for your released songs as well as recording new songs to keep the fans "well fed"... To say that you were fucked in the ass by work (metaphorically) would be an underestimation at this point.

Despite having a big crew of professionals from different fields managing a lot of the tasks for you - it's still not enough to make you breathe out with ease. You're always on the verge of crashing out and running away for good. Things have gotten so bad that you start to regret becoming an idol - the only dream job you once thought was right for you.

One day you go back home as usual from a long day of work. You enter an elevator with a person in it without even looking at who it was. You didn't give a fuck at this point. And of course you looked like a mess. Not that cheerful and cute bbg you pretend to be for your hungry fans.

It was plain oversized clothes, medical mask, greasy hair and a tired look you had. You were spacing out and ready to sleep in that damn elevator as usual.

What an irony that the guy who was obviously your fan - wasn't noticed by you. But he on the other hand - recognized you right away, even if you didn't look your best. However instead of talking to you, Noah just stood there dumbfounded. His idol, the one he supported from the very start was in the same elevator as him!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!! FUCK, IS IT REALLY MC?! OH MY GOOOODDD!!!"

He is legit your first fan ever. He supported you with evverything he could support you with. Words of encouragement, binge listening to all your songs on repeat. He was even creating new accounts for that reason alone, so the platform you're releasing your songs in will promote them to other people. He also donated you fat coins whenever you decided to stream and to talk to your fans. Noah was the first one to buy all of your merch and wearing it (if it was possible).

Basically he was and still is your one and only true fan. He doesn't mind being called a simp by his friends and close ones either. After all, your music saved his life when he was really depressed and was planning on committing suicide. You will always be his cute little angel whether you like it or not.

Back to the elevator scene though:

Noah's breath hitched and he couldn't look away from you. For the first time in his life he saw you in real life! AND IT WAS ALONE IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM! Not in the fan meeting like he thought it would happen too?!

"It has to be fate. We're meant for each other! I knew we will meet sooner or later MC~"

Although he was itching to just tap your shoulder, feeling a little bit of your body and ask for an autograph with selfie, but he behaved himself. Why? Because Noah knows where you live now. It would be wasteful, to throw the chance of pretending to meet you naturally just for these temporary things.

He will save these requests of his for later, when you will be deep into the relationship with him.

Thanks for reading my AU drabble of Noah fanboy! Bye!

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artemis1214 · 11 months ago

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'Red' | Chapter from 'A Siren's Hunt' Alastor x OC fanfiction

**TRIGGER WARNING: 18+ SMUT, SADISM, MASOCHISM, BLOOD, STRONG LANGUAGE, DOM/SUB **

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The song above is the theme of the chapter, I highly recommend listening to it while reading.

This is a chapter from my book, 'A Siren Hunt' which is an OC x Canon romance story. If that is not your thing, feel free to skip. There are also minor spoilers in this Chapter, but nothing too major.

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Unusual,

They say strange fascination, infatuation,

A lunatic...🎶

~ Louisiana, 1931 ~

As the three walk home from their morning at the park, Esme catches a few glances of Alastor carrying a sleeping Geneviève in his arms. She had tired herself out from running with the other children in the play area and was due for her afternoon nap at any moment. Alastor walks slightly ahead of Esme, still visibly upset from the interaction with that man earlier.

He looks strangely intriguing like this, the anger still boiling within him.

She scans his body with her eyes, noticing how heavenly he appears to her right now. So protective, possessive, so dominant.

Alastor feels her eyes on him and turns his head, making eye contact with her. Esme quickly darts her eyes away, provoking a small chuckle from her husband.

They soon approach their home and the three make it up the front steps.

Alastor opened the front door with his key, readjusting his hold on Geneviève to ensure he had her securely, before softly pushing the door open. As soon as the door is closed behind them, he turns his attention to Esme, giving her a small smirk. "I see right through your plan, darling, I know exactly what you're scheming."

Esme locks the door and smiles before responding, "Go put her down for her nap, then."

He chuckled softy and rolled his eyes at her order. He knew what that 'nap' usually entailed, and what she had planned for the two of them, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't look forward to it almost every day. "Mhm, alright, if you insist I'll put her down for her nap." He gently carries Geneviève up to her room, rubbing her back with small circles and keeping her nuzzled close to him.

After they're out of sight, Esme calmly removes everything from the kitchen table and hops on top of it, crossing her legs. She tightens her ponytail, making sure the bow in her hair looks presentable and pristine. She smooths out her dress and checks her breath before waiting patiently for his return.

To clarify, she didn't need any man in her life before him. She was pleased with their attempts, and even appreciated Noah's company, but with Alastor she needed him badly. Emotionally, mentally, and dear God did she need him physically.

She needed him every day. To the point where it hurt. She so deeply needed him within her that if she went without for too long she was certain she would wither away. The thought of him alone was enough to have her leaking through her undergarments and onto the wood of the table.

Incredibly needy and ready to please him.

She can hear his shoes coming down the stairwell and sees him freeze at the bottom steps, seeing her sitting patiently.

Eagerly waiting for him.

"What's the matter, darling?" Esme asks in a sweetened tone of voice.

He watched as she sat there for him, legs crossed and fiddling with the ribbon of her dress. Seeing her waiting for him like that made several lewd thoughts pop into his mind, ones of her on her knees begging and him tying her to their bedpost. He took a few steps closer, and let his eyes roam her body up and down, before speaking teasingly with a hint of playfulness, "Nothing's wrong, dear, just admiring the lovely view on our table..."

Esme smiled innocently up at him, placing two hands on his chest, "You know, hunny, that man seemed to really upset you earlier. Perhaps, you could use a way to redirect that tension."

He hummed at her offer, taking a moment before parting her legs and standing in between them, "Mmm darling, I think you may be right, I could use a bit of 'stress relief' right about now..."

"I was thinking you could take it out on me?"

Upon hearing those words, Alastor swiftly pulls her body flush against his. Smiling more hungry and lustful as he spoke in a breathless growl, "Oh you naughty little tease, are you saying you want me to choke you, darling?"

Esme meets his energy where he's at by leaning closer into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. She speaks in a low whisper, "Whatever you please. You could choke me, spank me..." She smiled that bright pearly white grin she knew he loved to see, "Scratch me, bite me, leave all the marks you desire~"

His thoughts raced with all the things he could do to her pretty little body, her beautifully clear velvety soft skin. A primal lust coursed through him at the possibility of scattering marks all over her. A mark that would show everyone exactly who she belonged to.

To make her, his.

His voice dropped to a lower, darker tone, "Don't tempt me, because if you keep this up...I might end up getting a bit mean."

"Would that be such a problem?"

"I'm not sure if you could handle what I have in mind..."

"Humor me."

He leans in, raising an eyebrow, "I'll choke you so hard that you'll have marks on you..." He continues, "I'll ravish your body, claiming your skin as my own, and I won't stop until you have blood all over you."

Esme's voice gets lost in her throat and her face becomes flushed. There's a pause before she speaks. "We should probably use a safe word..."

"Always so willing to please me~" He hums, "We could use one, but on the chance that you can't speak at all, you'll need to use your hands." He picks up her right hand, gently kissing and sucking her fingertips before whispering against her skin, "Snap your fingers if you need me to stop, alright?"

Esme's breathing intensifies, turning into small needy pants, "What word would you like me to use, sir?"

Alastor begins to slowly undo the ribbon across her dress, taking a moment to run his hand through her ponytail. He couldn't wait to rip those strands out of her head, "Let's use 'red'. It's simple and effective. Now, be a good girl and tell me how far I can go...how much do you want me to take my frustration out on you?"

Esme moans softly as he begins to pull the neckline of her dress past her chest and rest it across her stomach, leaving her chest exposed to him from behind her brassiere. "As far as you want..." She says breathlessly. She raises a hand to his face and strokes his jaw gently, "What about you?" She asks, "Am I free to explore?"

"Oh you're a naughty temptress, aren't you, but yes, absolutely, feel free to 'explore' me all you want. I'm all yours~"

He pauses, "But, you never did answer the question I presented you. How far would you like me to go? I won't proceed unless I have your permission to do so."

"I don't want you to hold back." She says quickly, "Choke me, scratch me, pull my hair. I want to scream your name so loud the neighbors force us to church on Sunday." She leans in, "Bite me so hard that I bleed underneath you, and I'll do the same."

His eyes widen and he chuckles devilishly, feeling the heat and desire building between them. He feels his pants tighten around his groin and a pulsating sensation from his core at her words, her pleas, and her demands for him to succumb to his fantasies and make her entirely his. He brings his face to her ear and speaks in a low, rough, growl.

"Oh, you sinful, naughty girl...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a masochist."

Esme pulls away and smiles seductively at him, wiggling her eyebrows at confirmation.

Oh, where the fuck have you been all my life? You keep this side away from me all this time? That should be a sin entirely on its own.

"Well, aren't you just a little pleasure..." He purred, "Does the pretty girl like being hurt, hm?"

He doesn't wait another second, before pushing her back to lay flat against the table and speaking for one final time before he begins his meal,

"We start now..."

~ Current Time, Esme's POV ~

Oh, dear Satan, she tasted magnificent.

I haven't relished in a kill like that in a very long time. My hand opens the dressing room door and I step out. I can feel the cool air hit my jaw and I realize I'm still soaked in her blood. I raise my hand to my jaw and begin to suck her metallic juices off my mouth when I look up to see Alastor standing over me.

"What are you..." He pushes me by my chest into the dressing room. The door shuts with a green smoke and the outline is shining in several of those symbols. "What is this, an interrogation?" I go to walk past him, but he roughly grabs my arm and pushes me up against the wall.

He stares down at me, "Your bratty games are only going to get you so far, or do you forget your history?" He leans down effortlessly picks me up by my thighs, placing me on top of a vanity table.

You know, this height difference is getting annoying.

He leans down and picks up my jaw, bringing it to his mouth and taking a long exaggerated inhale.

Call me what suits your taste, I just want a taste,

And I've always heard it's what's inside that counts...🎶

My breath gets lost once more and I see his bright red eyes staring into my soul, devouring me with a simple gaze. There's a familiar feeling within me that I haven't felt in a long time in front of a man. A building wetness and desire underneath me, so much that it hurt. I allowed him to move closer to my face, noting him continuously looking up at me for permission.

It was a nonverbal understanding, really.

His lips grazed mine as he took a taste of the substance across me. He pulls back with a growl to his voice, "It's not you..." He says quietly.

"Excuse me?"

He slams his hand against the mirror behind me, causing the glass to shatter. "It's not you." He repeats. His body is practically shaking and I look up at him like a prey that had just been caught.

Fuck me so hard right now, fuck me on this glass right here, and make me bleed underneath you...

"I desire you.." He says softly.

I know exactly what he means. The memories of his mouth on my skin, biting and claiming every inch as his during our lifetimes together. The blood would linger on my skin and the bruises would remain for days. I don't hesitate before I allow my fangs to drop from my mouth and harshly bite down on my lip, watching his eyes widen as my own crimson leaked from the puncture wounds.

My mouth hung open in lustful pants.

He instinctively leans in with a predatory mindset, my hand reaches up and grabs him by the throat, my claws sinking into his pretty skin.

A few drops leak out into my fingers. I see his face wince softly, but he's mostly focused on me.

"What do you desire?"

"To taste you." He says simply.

"And what do you say?"

He looks away, but I redirect his face to look into my eyes.

"What do you say?" I repeat.

"This is torture..." He huffs.

"It wouldn't be if you played nice and asked sweetly~" I smirk.

Come on big tough guy, say pretty please ~

"...Please." He whispers, his eyes locked on my mouth.

I smirk, straightening up my back and taking my fingers to my mouth. I stare at him as I run my tongue up my fingers, savoring the taste of his blood.

"Well..." I whisper, "Let's begin~"

My insides are red, and yours are too,

And the red on my face is matching you,

And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling,

You're down and you're pleading,

My head is just reeling....🎶

His mouth ravishes mine in a powerful dance for domination. I'm not going down with a fight, as I lean my body up against his. My hands find his hair and I begin to tangle my fingers within his locks. He meets my mindset but doesn't waste time and yanks my hair to the side.

I yelp sharply, which results in a chuckle escaping his lips as he blessed my neck with several kisses, nips, and sucks. He finds a special spot right in the crook of my neck and hones in on it, placing several kisses into my skin before I feel his sharp teeth enter my skin.

"Ahh!~" I shout in both pain and ecstasy as I feel him consume me. My hand yanks him back by his hair, his neck fully exposed, and I lean forward to run my tongue up it to his jaw.

"You forget our agreement?" He groans.

"That was a long time ago..." I hiss, continuing to kiss his neck. I pull away and roughly remove his jacket, throwing it across the room. "Why the fuck do you have so many layers?" I spat.

"So eager to get to me, what a good girl~" His half-lidded eyes looked with deep passion into mine.

"It's been 31,853 days..." I huff, frantically undoing the straps across his chest, dropping them to the floor.

"32,000." He corrects, and my eyes shoot up to his, narrowing.

"You've been counting..."

"You've been stalling." He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes softly.

A longing moan flew out of my lips and my eyes rolled back. He brings me up to his face, I'm now on my knees on the table, and he kisses me softly before letting go of his grip. My body slumps back but I waste no time before I undo the buttons on his shirt and pull down the fabric. My hands roam his chest, pulling myself up by his shoulders. I begin to kiss along his collarbone, feeling his hand brushing through my hair.

"I've missed you..." I mumble across his skin.

Esme, stop it....

"I've longed for your touch." I praise, shamelessly stroking his ego.

For the love of all Hell, stop!

"And I'll be damned." I growl, "If one more cursed bitch stands in between me."

I can't help myself, and my fangs sink deeply into his shoulder, causing a loud record screech and a wince from his mouth. His hand tightly grips my scalp, and I moan into his skin, but he releases his control.

And...Is that a moan?

I retract my fangs and bring my face up to his. Oh my, he looks so beautiful with my blood on him. So delicious, so desirable, so - fuck it.

Our lips connect with a passionate force. The liquid across both of our faces makes our skin slip against one another, but the taste is so divine that I can't help but moan under him. He must feel the same way because I can feel the vibrations of his groans against my lips.

The red means I love you,

Tasting your blood means I love you,

The red means I love you...🎶

I can feel his hand slowly move up my dress, pushing it above my knees and thighs with little to no trouble. I gasp under his kiss, but his other hand holds me steady. Suddenly, his finger tips are tracing dangerously close to where I need him the most.

I moan into the kiss, and he must have gotten the point because he swiftly spreads my legs and begins to rub me through my undergarments.

"Alastor~" I moan, throwing my head back and disconnecting us. He holds my jaw and brings my gaze back to his. My breathing rapidly increases when I feel him enter two fingers into me, pumping me at a steady rhythm.

"Do you long for me?" He asks, keeping his eyes locked on me.

"Y-Yes.."

"You know what I mean..."

You want to do this here? When I'm so undone? You seriousl-nghh.....fuck it alright..

"Yes!" I lustfully shout, "Alastor, please..."

"Please, what?" He smirks, curling his fingers, and earning a gasp from me as my head falls on his shoulder.

"Ple-please...." I struggle to say, "Please fuck me already. It's been so long, darling." I look up at him, "W-Wouldn't mmph, wouldn't you agree~"

"Mon amour...." He lowers his face to mine, increasing his speed and causing me to heavily pant against him, "I've dreamed of this moment every day."

My moans become more erratic and unstable as I feel a pit grow in my pelvis, signaling me that I was one moment away from having ultimate bliss. I close my eyes and continue to moan loudly, which must have signaled Alastor as well, because he quickly removed his fingers.

"W-Wha.."

He licks his fingers clean before growing his claws and ripping the lower half of my dress off.

I happened to like that dress...

"Put your legs around me." He commands, getting ready to hold me again. I do what I'm told and hang on to this man's shoulders for support. He pushes me against the wall and my hands drop to his pants, beginning to undo his buckle and get him ready for business.

My hand soon finds him as it wraps around his throbbing sex, begging for stimulation. Alastor steadies himself against the wall with a free hand, keeping me supported with the other. I smirk at how quickly he allows himself to become undone, removing by hand and raising it to my face.

"What are you doing?" He asks, clearly frustrated by my actions. I open my jaw and brush my tongue across my palm, wetting it, before dropping it again around his cock. The wetness from my saliva allowed me to slide up and down him with more ease than before.

His eyes quickly squeeze shut and his face falls forward, resting against the wall, "Fffuck~" He moans with a slight growl. I can feel him buck his hips into my hand.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I coo in his ear, tightening my grip and increasing my speed.

His breaths are getting shaky, I'm doing my job correctly.

His nails dig into the side of my thigh, causing some of that wonderful liquid to drip out.

You leave me high and dry

A rush comes to my mind at the drops

Of blood you leave behind

Run as you might, my love will never, ever

Stop...🎶

I can feel him twitching against my hand when all of a sudden his other hand pulls me away. His eyes burn deeply into mine as he says, "I'm going to make you scream so hard you won't have any voice by morning."

Oh, please do.

He lifts me higher as he positions himself against my entrance. He looks at me for permission and I nod softly, feeling him slowly push his way into me. I gasp and tuck my head into his shoulder as he does so, adjusting to his size.

He doesn't waste any time before falling into a steady rhythm within me, pumping me with his love.

I'm a little ashamed of the pleas that came from my throat.

"Oh god.." I moaned shamelessly, "You're so big mmm you feel so good~" my hands continue to roam through his hair, pulling ever so slightly, "Keep going, darling, please~"

He continued to kiss and nibble at my neck and collarbone, pushing deeper into me with every gasp and moan I let out. His own body is trembling and I can tell it's almost too much for him to handle.

"You feel so good, amour, so tight and warm......"

The moans that fell on his ears were just pathetic, but he always did have a way with me. I lift my hips, desperate for more of him, "F-Faster, please Alastor~" I begged, "Make me scream for you..."

He obeys my request, picking up speed almost on command, with a goal set in his mind to have me falling apart with pleasure. He moves faster inside me, causing our bodies to begin a sinful tango with one another.

"Nghh oooh f-fuck~" My head becomes hazy and cloudy, lost in the intense wave of pleasure surging through me. I have no thoughts, only him. He rediscovers spots I forgot were possible, filling me with a whoreish lust with every stroke. "You're doing so well." I praise, stroking the back of his head, "Keep going, baby~"

My chest rises and falls dramatically and I place a hand over my mouth to silence the sounds.

"No." He demands, pinning my hand over my head, rather roughly. My eyes connect with his, seeing a darkened gaze behind them, and oh my those magnificent antlers of his nearly taking up the entire room, "Let me hear you..." He groans, staring into my eyes, "Let me hear how good I make you feel, and don't you dare ever forget who does this to you."

I can't muster any words, but instead nod frantically at my instructions.

Good girls always follow instructions well.

I go to open my mouth, but he reaches a deep nerve within me, causing my eyes to widen and my jaw to drop open in a squeal, "God y-yes! Right there!" I shout in a sultry moan under his touch. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind him and see that I am rapidly falling apart. Every inch of my being completely devoured by him from the inside out. My eyes glow brightly and become half lidded as I feel a pressure build in my center. "Alastor, ooh - you're so fucking g- ah~" I sink my claws into his back and drag them with a purpose, leaving a trial of red behind the marks.

'Cause my insides are red

And yours are too

And the red on my face

Is matching you

And goodness you're bleeding

What a wonderful feeling

You're down and you're pleading

My head is just reeling...🎶

This is our love language. For decades we've been apart, and for a good however long it's been, our bodies have been connected as if we never left. I watch our dance from the mirror and see us both covered in bloody marks. We wanted everyone to know. I wanted every single demon in this ring to know what was going on in this dirty little room.

My head is snapped out of it's thoughts, feeling his movements becoming rougher and more determined. The pressure in my core continues to slowly build, until I'm withering underneath him, "Oooohmygodd~" I pant.

He pants, struggling to find words, but he does like the poet he is, "C'mon darling, you're so close. Just let go, it'll feel so good, I promise~"

His hand finds my throat once more and firmly squeezes around it, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

My voice echoes through the space and I know my siren song is going to fill this whole damn club if I'm not careful, it feels too fucking good.

"C-Cover my mouth." I whimper looking into his eyes with a pleading look.

Instantly, his palm flys to my mouth and presses deeply into my lips, silencing me (for the most part).

He continues to pump himself in and out of me, releasing low moans from his throat as he speaks, "That's it, mon amour, scream into my hand. Be a good girl and cum for me."

He doesn't have to tell me twice, I don't have a choice. As if my body responds to his command, my core snaps and I feel myself being harshly thrown over the edge. I scream several filthy words into his hand, with such force that my throat feels raw. I feel small tears forming in my eyes as the pleasure he's pouring over me is unbearable.

My face is red and I'm still very much marked up from head to toe as he continues to pump in me, my face contorts with overstimulation.

I mumble into his hand, he can't hear me, so I lightly snap my fingers next to his head, causing him to free my mouth.

"Red." I whisper.

The red means I love you

Tasting your blood means I love you

The red means I love you

The red means I love you... 🎶

I know he remembers, because he slips himself out of me immediately and catches me in his arms.

"Are you spent?" He asks sweetly. My body is trembling and I nuzzle myself into his chest, whimpering softly, "Alrighty..." He chuckles, "...let's get you cleaned up." He carries me away.

This means nothing, I'm still very angry at you...

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You can read more of Esme x Alastor in 'A Siren's Hunt' on Wattpad.

This is a sequel to 'A Siren's Spell', you can read that here...

~ Artemis🦌💗

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