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sorry for disappearing! 2.4k words, main warning is in the title, same reader as always, little to no body descriptions, reader has a cat! a TINY tiny amount of dubcon + slight somno at the end, overstimulation, a little bit of edging, i'm using canon noir for this because he's 6'3, make him taller in your brain if you want :) no labels for their relationship
there was a random youtube video playing for background noise while you finished with your skincare. bambi, your cat, walked into the bathroom, meowing and turning her head towards the door. you looked up and didn't see anything in your room.
you decided on just setting out some strawberries and water for her, fixing her bows, and squishing her cheeks before getting back up and finishing with your 'routine', if it could be called that. after turning off the lights, you went to the kitchen to get some water when something brushed your shoulder.
you quickly turned on your phone and pointed the screen at the person's face, breathing out a small sigh of relief when you saw the mask.
"just you," you paused, looking past noir. "do you want anything to drink? i was about to go to sleep-" before your face was being pushed into his chest in some weird attempt at a hug.
you felt your face heat up a bit at the way his shoulders bracketed you, his hands feeling heavy on your ribs as you eventually tried to reach your arms up to hug him back.
"good evening to you too," tiredly, and a bit too loud in your now less empty apartment. you felt something being traced onto your back.
'CAN I STAY' followed by a happy face and a question mark.
it was hard to tell whether or not he could feel you smiling against his shoulder, where you'd moved to and began nuzzling at. noir's hands squeezed a bit tighter, moving to where yours were splayed over his arms and rubbing at your wrists.
'ANGEL', letters traced right over one another into the back of your hand. you began tugging at him, eventually freeing yourself enough to trace a 'yes' into his neck and turn your head towards your room.
noir lifted you, fingers nearly squeezing bruises into the fat on your hips. he set down a towel and turned everything but your lamp off once he reached your bed, setting you down gently and rubbing his hands along the outside of your thighs.
his hands nearly, if not completely, covered the sides of your thighs, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as the thought processed, albeit sluggishly. you felt him begin to press kisses into your stomach and hips through his balaclava.
you could just make out the noir's shape in your (darker than usual) room, and clumsily reached for your phone. 2:10 am. you flung it somewhere onto your bed and pushed at his broad shoulders from where they were pressing your thighs apart. you didn't know what you were trying to tell him.
you felt him look up and slide a finger along the top of your shorts before waiting. when you just panted instead of answering, noir reached up, tracing along the lines of the muscles in your arm before tracing out, 'CAN I CONTINUE'.
"yeah-" breathlessly, and your voice came out a bit too quiet this time. noir then lifted you, his large hands reaching across your sides with ease, and gently pushed your shorts down and off. you heard fabric rustling a bit to your right before you squeaked as you felt him press his lips just above your cunt.
'BREATHE', traced into your left hip, and he started by gently rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb, the fabric covering you dampening the feeling. you reached down and let your nails scratch into the fabric covering the back of noir's neck.
you whined as you felt noir lift up a bit, looking around to check if the room was as dark as he wanted it before descending again. you reached for him, and he interlocked the fingers of one of his hands with yours, dwarfing yours. he pushed the fabric of his mask up, bringing his hand back between your legs before beginning to nip at your inner thighs.
you felt a throb in your clit at the way his stubble scraped against your thighs. your legs began to close around his head, and he moved his hand away from your cunt to press them back apart. you were so spread out it nearly hurt.
noir shivered a bit at feeling how much bigger he was than you, biting a bit harder and kissing at the mark that started forming before he pushed your panties to the side and dragged a finger through the wetness that began to drip from you.
you saw the glint of his teeth as he smiled, seeing the way your hips canted up when he'd drag his hand away. noir did this a few more times before laving his tongue through your folds, lingering on your clit before moving away again. a quiet sob clawed its way through your chest and up into your throat before you could stop it.
the sound of his codpiece hurriedly coming off and being thrown to the side rang through the room before noir put his mouth back on you, his lips being able to cover your cunt with no difficulty. you heard his gasps as he stroked himself over his tactical pants a few times to take the edge off before bringing his fingers back up to press into you.
your face flushed even more at how easily you took noir's fingers in. he filled you up easily, having forgotten how big his hands were for a few minutes. tears welled up in your eyes once he mouthed 'wet' into your clit before starting to suck at it, not giving you any reprieve from the feeling. you mewled once he reached a specific place inside you and curled his fingers.
"noir-" strained and wobbly, but audible, and he grabbed one of your pillows and brought it between his legs as he pressed his mouth harder into you. you heard the bed creak and looked back down at him, seeing noir grinding against it while he let out a quiet moan at the feeling.
you brought both your hands to where his neck met his shoulders and dug your nails in, trying to gather your thoughts for the couple of seconds that noir had his face pressed to your thigh before he moved back down. you were going to get beard burn, you thought to yourself before he started pressing into your gspot again.
your orgasm started making itself known in the area right between your hips, where noir was grabbing at you before moving his hand to press into the area underneath your stomach. your thighs started to shake when noir gasped and moaned into you as his hips bucked. you pressed your nails into him harder, and he tossed your pillow to the side.
he added another finger and drew his tongue across your clit slowly, pushing harder and harder until you were whining with how sensitive you were getting. noir pulled off when your gasps started sounding wet, and moved up to lick the tears off your face. he rubbed his hand slowly over your stomach and thighs, nearly silently going 'shh' into your ear until you went quiet. your hips were burning from how much you had to spread your legs to get him close to you like this.
noir worked his way back down, pushing your shirt up and licking over your tits for a little before kissing down to where he was bullying your pussy open. he dug his hand into the muscle of your thigh, leaving a handprint that nearly covered the entire front of the upper part of it before pushing three fingers back into you.
you could vaguely make out the way he pressed his thighs together at the sounds you'd started making, and his fingers found that spot inside you quickly. noir fit his mouth back over your clit and sucked hard, almost like making you cum in his mouth was punishment for something.
in your mind, loose around the edges as it was, you forgot noir was capable of killing you without moving from his spot on the bed. you grabbed him by the back of his head and grinded against his mouth, whimpering at the feeling of his stubble scratching at you.
he gave a surprised moan, and that's all it took for you to gush around his fingers. your hand shot up to press against your mouth, muffling your moans from how hard you were cumming before you felt a much larger hand wrap around yours and drag it away from you, leaving you to sob into the space of your room.
noir had a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing to prevent himself from cumming in his pants with how you felt, sounded, tasted in his mouth. he pulled off, panting over you before moving up to kiss you, crowding you where you were laying on your comforter.
he moaned a little where he began mouthing at your jaw, hand bringing yours to wrap around his cock. noir stuttered when he felt you, gathering your thigh closer to him where he was grinding against it. you pushed the fabric of his pants down just enough to free him.
"inside," you said into his ear, letting him put you into a mating press before you felt something being traced into the area below your collarbone.
'NOT GOING TO LAST', and then he whimpered when you notched his head into your folds, letting him grind against your clit.
"'s fine, you old man," and you felt his face heat up where he was pressing it into your neck. you pressed your lips to noir's temple, over his mask, reaching around and tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck before pushing his cock down to your entrance.
both of you gasped as he sank into you, him at the wetness and feeling of you around him, and you at the stretch. you sunk your teeth into his shoulder when he canted his hips closer to you, making failed attempts at swallowing down his moans.
you felt the word 'fuck' mouthed into the top of your head. he'd nearly encased you with the rest of his frame, looming over you with his thighs bracketing your hips. you were pulsing around him, occasionally squeezing to try to get used to his size, while noir attempted to press his thighs together from where they were surrounding you.
noir grabbed at your waist, hands shaky but still gripping hard enough to bruise, and started grinding into you, gasping. you let out a mewl as he nudged your gspot, and attempted to think.
you grabbed one of his hands, moving it up so you could suck at his fingers before moving your other hand down to rub at your clit. noir looked down and moved your hand out of the way, gently rubbing at the scratches he'd left on your thighs from his grip before placing two of his fingers on you.
you slung your now free hand over noir's shoulder, holding onto him tightly as he started thrusting into you. whenever he bottomed out, you'd grind against his pelvis, feeling another orgasm start building inside of you, and quickly.
noir gasped at the feeling of you inadvertently tightening around him, bucking his hips before resuming his motions, bending down to mouth at your neck. you felt his thighs squeezing around you again, cock kicking where he was bullying it into you.
he panted and whined slightly where his mouth was pressing against you, rubbing harder at your clit. he tried and failed to mouth any more words into your skin, settling for licking and biting at you instead. you let go of the hand he had placed at your mouth, grabbing at the breadth of his shoulders and not knowing whether to push him away or pull him in closer.
you whined urgently as you felt yourself get closer and closer, gasping out noir's name into the armor covering his clavicle. he bit down even harder, whimpering a bit when he felt your grip on him tighten.
you came around him when he moved his fingers out of your mouth and placed them around your neck, biting your lip so hard you drew blood as you felt him sink fully into you, shaking where he was trying not to cum while grinding himself into your clit.
some desperation-addled, dark part of his brain delighted in the feeling of you pushing at his shoulders, whines of 'please', 'cum', and 'sensitive' tumbling quietly from your mouth, all while you were still cumming. noir felt his balls draw up where they were pressed against you, moaning when he felt your nails digging into his skin where his mask had been pushed up.
noir drew back and pounded into you once, twice, and then stuttered where he tried to grind into you a third time as his cum started to pour into you. he reached a hand under you, scratching at your back and whining into your hair as he felt you clench around him and sob again. he drew you into the space between his hips a few more times, his legs shaking.
noir moaned again when your hips bucked from the overstimulation. his hand had been rubbing at your clit the entire time. he continued grinding into you until his cock was throbbing, trying to let out more of his cum even when he'd filled you so much you were leaking onto the towel he'd put down.
both of you whimpered as he pulled out of you, running his hands along your sides and kissing at your forehead. you pointed to your nightstand, and noir used some of the wipes you had there so that you two didn't feel completely gross before he laid down next to you.
noir gently moved you and pressed you up against his chest, dragging a hand along your sides and waiting for your breathing to slow down. he traced petnames into your skin, 'angel', 'bunny', 'pretty', and more. he slung his arms over your torso, engulfing you once again like he'd done in your kitchen.
once noir saw your eyes begin to flutter shut, he began to mouth at your neck again. he then let his fingers slip back against your clit, hushing you gently when the feeling made you start to stir.
Hey, was Richie always an asshole? Dude, always and forever. Dude, he’s the fucking worst. Mm, yeah, he sucks. Dude, he’s not a nice guy. He’s just- he’s sad inside.
EBON MOSS-BACHRACH as RICHIE JERIMOVICH in THE BEAR
Imaging Carmy grabbing your neck with his tattooed hand. Making you open your mouth so he could spit in it. 🤤
PLEASE I WOULD PASS AWAY
Cause I know we all know how capable and strong Carmy’s hands and arms are and bestie think about the grip, how his thumbs press against the sides of your neck slowly, right against that artery, your brain going empty because oh he’s right in your face and he’s looking at you square in the eyes and it’s so fucking hot
“Open up, please baby.” and he sounds almost desperate, commanding you in the most loving and sexy way of course you do it immediately, “There you go, good girl” whimpering when he spits in your mouth, your tongue sticking out subconsciously because you’re always needy for more, whatever Carmy wants to give you, you’ll take and he knows it
I’m gonna lift off the ground thinking about this! His hands especially with his tatts really do it for me y’all
OMG SOFGF i was gonna say that the post u recently rb’ed w the girl asking to sit on the man’s lap and him literally engulfing her is so hotch coded AND I WAS GONNA LINK IT W THE ASK BUT U CANT LINK STUFF ANYMORE WHEN UR ON ANON ??/$//?/&!:!:/!/
YOU CAN'T LINK STUFF ANYMORE??? WTFFF I THOUGHT THAT WAS A TEMPORARY GLITCH WTFFFF also for reference this is the post ♡
"what is it, sweetheart?" he doesn't even look up at you when he says it, mind still utterly consumed by the report he was already reading when he walked through the door. he's sitting on the bed, tie half untied, shoes tidy by the entrance but socks still on. you squirm from your spot by the door.
"no work in the bedroom, right?" your words are quiet, cautious, not wanting to come across as a brat. you pick at your fingernail when he looks up and meets your eyes. "t-that's what you said."
it's like your voice has the immediate effect of making the tension in his body seep away. his shoulders relax and the little crease between his eyebrows smooths out.
he places the report in the drawer and shuts it before all his attention is back on you. "you're right. I did say that."
"can I—" his brow twitches, waiting for you to continue as his hands finish the job of taking off his tie and then unbuttoning his cuffs. you flush, "can I sit on your lap?"
soon enough you're sliding into your rightful place, face finding familiar refuge in the crook of his neck. you breath each other in, arms tight around the other's frame, hearts meeting in the middle. "missed you. missed you so much"
you don't know if it's you or him that says it, it's probably both, but one thing you know for sure is that you both mean it :')
camilabilly vs daisybilly discourse actually surprised me at first because when i read the book i thought the point was that feelings are complicated and life is complicated and billy and camila could have a healthy loving relationship and billy and daisy could be insanely good matches for each other as well. and camilabilly were together and daisybilly werent and couldnt and it was just all very sad but its a logical ending. u dont get to love in concrete terms
