The Person I Reblogged This From Deserves To Be Happy.

Color guard is an inherently gay activity. I don’t know what it is but something about it attracts the queers

what life would be like after meeting the Hewitts'

You first Met Luda Mae in the gas station when you were driving with your friend and her boyfriend, so basically third wheeling

Luda Mae liked you as soon as you greeted her with a sincere smile and made small talk with her while your friends looked around the store.

Thomas was putting things away in the back when you bumped into him.

He expected you to run away screaming but you excused yourself and smiled at him, asking if he needed help.

he didn't answer so you opted to help anyways, Thomas can't help but steal glances at you.

You notice he doesn't or can't speak but you do most of the talking yourself.

Thomas is upset when you leave with you friends and Luda Mae takes notice of it.

You meet again after Hoyt brings you three back to the house, a gash across your head while your friends are taken to the shed.

Luda Mae cleans you up while you sit their blankly, your head still pounding.

Your surprised to see Thomas again, and you can see it in his eyes how happy he is.

Your the lone survivor of your group

It takes time for you to fully trust Thomas but you notice how, despite his size and strength, he treats you as if your made of glass.

When you finally start to grow accustom to your new home and life you grow closer to Thomas.

Luda Mae is strongly trying to push you into a relationship with her son, something you both blush and get embarrassed about.

You don't admit your feelings until a victim almost hurts you then your admitting you love each other

Thomas is protective of you to the max after the incident and when your both asleep he is pressed against you holding your form with his body form facing the door. ~nsfw part under cut~

Let all be honest, Thomas is huge.

what he lacks in length, he makes up in girth

Thomas may be gentle at first but once you've got him riled up enough he won't give a damn about anything.

Thomas is amazing at aftercare, he gently massage any marks he's made on your skin and kiss your neck while you smile

This man has a breeding kink and if you beg for him to cum in you, he will 100% put you in a mating press and pump you full

Thomas will fuck you about anywhere in the house, and if your both lucky and the house is empty then you in for a ride of your life

trust me when I say you will not walk for a couple of days

seeing you wobble and littered with marks and such, Thomas will feel sorry but part of him gets riled up once more to see you such a mess by his hands.

Ah, yes. My favorite duo in scream

😭❤️

If I have to see a dig through a million stu/billy x reader content when i’m just thing to find stuilly stuff I might have an actual meltdown

billy loomis: my mom left because my dad cheated on her with my girlfriends mom. wanna kill her?

stu macher, tryna hit: YESSSSsssSSSsSSSS 😍😍😍☺️☺️🤭🤭😙😙😂😂🥰🥰

Every single fanfic writer that ever made Five be a sarcastic ass to his partner must be rolling like a bayblade rn because S3 literally confirmed that Five is a sappy old man who calls his wife "my angel" and cheesily says things like "come to me"

lol this dude is super sappy to his partner and there is no doubt in my mind he was a devoted and adoring husband to his bald mannequin wife😌

Luke: Are we fighting or flirting?

Din : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Luke: Your point?

Uncommon Intimacy

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Dirty talk, praise kink, male and female masturbation, phone sex/sexting, descriptions/mentions of oral (m and f receiving), sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, some fluffies, ASL usage.

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A/N: Baby baby BABY I MISSED YOUUUU

Also, thank you @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading 😊❤️

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“Noir, baby,” Huffing out a dramatic breath, you toss your head back. “Please.”

Pathetic in nature, both your small sound and theatrical movement, you know it does nothing to win him over. Noir’s shoulders jerk slightly, rising and falling from the humor he finds in your current state. But he doesn’t judge you, he adores you.

“Baby, can I take off my panties?”

Lifting your head, you’re met with the incredibly erotic sight of him, yet again. Sitting in that black office chair, surrounded by nothing but the basic amenities of his hotel room. As usual, that second skin is on, his hardened suit and sleek, black armor. Although, one piece is missing. 

“Please?” Asking again, your eyes focus on his hands, watching intently.

He’s made himself comfortable, laying back in the chair and slouching slightly as he touches himself. Noir always started out with a gradual pace, fisting himself with long, slow strokes. He looks so full, and if you watch for long enough, you’re sure to see him throb. His tip is already leaking, small droplets of precum sliding down his shaft in a way that makes your mouth water. And you stare openly, wantonly; you’ve missed him far too much to be shameful of your needs.

“Don’t you want to see me?” You plead, breathing heavily. You’re rubbing your palm over the space between your legs, he’d allowed that much. The only fabric between you and your hand is that of your panties and it makes you ache, the wet spot on the very center of them only growing with each passing moment. 

“Don’t you want to see how wet you make me?” 

At this, Noir tilts his head. You should know taunting doesn’t work on him. 

With a defeated and aggravated sigh, you throw your head back again. Even when you’re not looking at him, you can hear the subtle squelch as he moves his hand. Using his gloved thumb, he spreads the clear liquid around his head, taking advantage of the natural lubrication as he speeds up his motions, drawing your attention again. 

“Baby…” 

Reaching down with his other hand, Noir cups his scrotum, rolling the tender flesh in his palm while his head drops back with a light groan. He does this while he continues to fist himself, his hips bucking slightly from the stimulation. 

Tonight’s call started with just a few small texts; you telling Noir how much you missed him, asking about the conference and what he had been up to. 

Shifting slightly, he readjusts in his chair, slouching back more and in turn shoving his hips closer to the screen. His head is still back, both hands continuing to work his most sensitive parts. And he does it all through his laptop, touching himself while you watch through your screen. 

You’re aching for something and still, you wait for him, you’re always such a good girl for him. Whatever he asked of you, you did. You touched him just how he liked, when he liked. You undressed yourself when told to, you touched your tits when told to, you pushed one and then two fingers past your slippery lips when he told you to. And when you’re like this, it makes him proud. 

Helplessly, you whimper, inadvertently pulling him back to the most magnificent memories. You’d been apart for weeks and on nights where you fell asleep before he came back to his hotel room, they’re all he was left with when allowing himself release. He never liked to look at any pictures or videos that weren’t of you. There was one specific memory that he’d gone back to far more than the others; the night you had together before he left. He’d stripped you bare, cupping your tits until he nodded at you, telling you to lay down and play with them. It intrigued Noir, seeing how you liked to be touched. He grabbed your thighs while you did it, wrenching them apart before his fingers played with your lips. Specifically though, he’s thinking about what happened before this, just before he’d pulled you into your bedroom to have you. When he got home that day, you were already waiting for him. You’d been dressed in a simple, black lingerie set he’d bought you a while back; it’s his favorite one, it looks stunning on you. The sight alone made his knees weak, and when you took him by the hand to lead him over to the couch, he all but crumbled at your feet. He sat back, legs spread wide while you removed the armor around his pelvis. One of your best sexual talents was oral, he’d never met anyone who swallowed him like you do. And you loved to play with his balls, too, not dissimilar to the way he’s playing with them now. You loved to hold them while you sucked on his tip, fondle them with your fingers and palm while going down on him. One of his favorite moves was when you lowered yourself to suck on them, jerking him off in your hand while staring up at his mask. That always made him cum, and thinking about it now makes his hips rut up into the hole of his fist.

Noir can see the dampness on your panties when he lifts his head, groaning when he watches you rub yourself again. It seemed a little oldschool, but Noir loved doing this on your laptops; it gave him the quickest opportunity to send a message if and when he wanted to. Which he does right now.

Wider.

“Yeah? You want to see more?” Tilting your head with a small, almost bashful grin, Noir watches as your legs shift. But they don’t spread.

Impatiently, he releases himself, now using his hands to communicate with you. He often did this when becoming irritated, at least in these situations. He wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding. And while Noir lacked the ability to offer facial expressions, using his hands to communicate could still be effective in certain instances. Repeating the word with his physical motions, Noir brings both fists toward each other, his pointer knuckles extended a bit. His left hand is then sternly dragged away, almost as if he were pulling an invisible string straight across his chest.

It makes you shiver, seeing his biceps bulge from it, those gloves fingers wrapping around himself as he settles down again. Doing as he says, you part your legs, now wide enough for him to fully see your dripping secret. And as soon as you do it, he’s grabbing himself with both hands, chest tightening from your promiscuous act. Running two fingers down your center, you can practically see Noir’s moan, can see the heavy dip in his chest as it runs up through his throat. He then takes one hand away, keeping one on his cock while gently squeezing the tip.

“Baby, I love watching you do this…” 

For someone that didn’t speak, Noir was surprisingly good at dirty talk. The messages he sent you made you wet for him daily, and it also helped with getting to know what he liked. For instance, you know he likes when you play with your wetness, showing him what he’s done to you. He likes seeing the clear strings connecting your fingertips to your pussy when you finally pull them away. He loves seeing your ass, seeing it move and jiggle, watching you bend over and feeling it slap against his pelvis when you ride him. Noir also liked when you whined, he told you how tiny and helpless it made you sound. 

For just a second, Noir lifts his dominant hand, leaving himself completely unattended. His erection sits against his armored stomach, twitching once while it waits. Briefly, you wonder what he’s doing, but then you hear him spit. The sound is forceful and wet, and when his hand returns, you can see the saliva on his glove. Your airy moan hits the air when he does it, watching his fingers wrap around his swollen length once again. But then he sighs, the end of it turning into a dark groan. Moving backwards slightly, he allows you to see him fully. While he’s still entirely suited, there’s something different about seeing all of him on the screen. The breath he inhaled is released slowly, firmly, his head tilting down as his eyes zero in on you. The air of your encounter shifts. 

“C… can I?” You repeat, this request more timid than the ones before. His gaze is no less than terrifying and intimidating. 

Noir waits for a moment, and so do you, before he finally nods. All at once, relief and excitement flood your body. While pulling your legs up you also reach down, grabbing your panties and sliding them down your legs. You make a little show out of it, your happy smirk visible as you remove them slowly, much slower than he would have done himself. And when they’re off entirely, you plant your feet on either side of the keyboard, displaying your center perfectly. 

Beneath his mask, your lover’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You’re fucking dripping for him. Your lips are shiny and pink, and he knows you must taste like heaven right now. Usually, you smelled like it too. 

“Thank you,” Comes your breathy expression of gratitude, fingers swirling around your little, reddened bud.

At this point, your eyelids are dipping, only able to focus on the screen while pleasure and excitement begin to consume you. And you know exactly what he means when his next message comes through.

Let me see it.

The laugh you exhale is light and playful, keeping your eyes on him while dipping a single finger inside. And as soon as your expression changes, he rolls his eyes, head lolling to the side.  Removing your finger, you slide them over the seam of your sex before pulling them away, showing him the glistening strands. Christ, you looked so magnificent like this.

“Baby,” Your sudden whine prompts his head to shoot up, looking directly into your eyes. “I miss you, miss having you in my mouth.”

At this, his hand picks up again, moving quicker than before. His deep groans and shallow grunts now begin filtering through the speakers of your laptop, a subtle prompt for you to continue. 

“Love the way you taste on my tongue…” Gently, you rub yourself, applying light pressure in the exact way he would. 

And it’s true, having Noir in your mouth made you satisfied like nothing else. The taste of him on your tongue, his girth weighing heavy as it leaked into your throat… his smell just beneath your nose, thick patches of curls tickling your face whenever you choked. And more often than not, he’d hold you there, only needing one hand to keep you in place. 

In a display of weakness, of emotional vulnerability, Noir whines. His free hand lifts, pointing to his chest and then his chin, before extending that same finger out to you. And inside, your heart bursts for him. He misses you.

“Tell me, baby.”

I mis ur beautifl mouth

His words make you grin - you know when there are errors in his typing, it just means he’s losing focus, getting too wrapped up in the moment, in whatever wondrous activity he’s doing with you. In your mind, it’s almost like he’s stuttering. 

“Ugh,” With soft motions, you sway your hips, sliding a second finger inside and trying to reach as deep as you can. 

Sometimes, Noir could be so sweet with you. He has a plentiful amount of loving nicknames that he used regularly with you. And when he was home, he was ever the doting partner. Everything you could ever want, he gave you. But more important than that, Noir gave you his time, his patience, his love. Things that ran low within him. But he saved every ounce of those traits for you, only you. 

“I need you.”

Soon.

Your lover’s moans then become louder, longer, pumping himself with a rapid fist while watching your fingers disappear between your legs. He can see the tendons in your arm flex when you curl them, the ripple in your thighs when they tense. And he wants nothing more than to grab them, squeeze your sweet flesh and smack your ass until it’s tingly and red.

“Ngh,” 

The sounds Noir makes force your heart rate to skyrocket, and you wish so desperately he were here to feel it, hear it. Noir loved to nuzzle into your neck, rub his nose over your pulse point and listen to your natural reactions with his heightened senses. Moments such as those created a safe space for uncommon intimacy between the two of you.

Want my mout on yyo

“I want that, baby. Fuck, I miss you. I want you so bad, Nori. I’ve really needed you.”

And when he hears these words, hears the emotion behind them, he almost can’t get to the keys fast enough.

I know baby. I know. I’m here, and I’ll be home soon

Home, the space you share with him, the space that lets your walls fall. Not just your own but his; that scary demeanor, cold and dark and ruthless to most. A terrifying shadow but to you, he’s your shadow, your protector and lover and everything good this world has to offer. When Noir is with you, it’s easy to feel safe and cared for; doting on you comes naturally to him.

“Promise?” 

In response, your love lifts his left pointer finger to his covered lips. Then, he brings that same hand down to his other, landing on its open palm in a chop-like motion.

“I love you.”

I love you sweetheart

And then, there’s a pause. The heavy rise and fall of his chest draws your attention, his deep breath, the way his fist tightens around his shaft. 

Now, let’s see my princess cum.

Thank you for ready lovelies!

Some noteworthy considerations...

I am very new to ASL (American Sign Language), but thought introducing it with Noir would be an interesting way to not only be more inclusive to my audience, but to challenge my writing style, too. Please let me know if I got anything wrong, or if you think I could have described something better in a different way! I want to be respectful to the Deaf Community and ASL users as a whole!

Lastly, all ASL interpretation pictures were made by me 😊

Trans masc lif!!!