The first time it happened, it took you off guard. You were sitting between his knees and had just taken his tip in your mouth, a hand wrapped around the shaft, when he had fisted your hair with a hiss, keeping you from traveling further down his cock. Don’t fucking move, he had warned. Looking up at him, you kept still. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows furrowed and he tried to keep his breath leveled. Feeling his cock twitch in your hand you sucked timidly at his tip, when he suddenly ripped you off of him with a deep groan and his head thrown back. His hot spent covering your lips and chest, Simon had tried to apologize. Seeing him come undone so fast had send warmth down your spine and made your thighs clench together, “Don’t, that was fucking hot.”
My "quick little thot" about Nicholas being into exhibitionism when it came to showing off with you to Noah specifically got out of hand. It's a smidge over a thousand words, but it's not really a fic, so it's gonna be a casual sort of post. Reader is AFAB but Nicholas uses they/them to refer to them. Barely proofread. I just want this out of my WIPs, y'all.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. You shouldn't just throw someone into your kink. Talk it over, etc.
Content warnings for exhibitionism, pegging, implied oral on an AFAB individual at the end. 18+, sexual content, MDNI.
You almost felt bad for going along with this. Far from pressuring you into agreeing to his idea, Nicholas had asked several times if you were sure you were comfortable with it. And you were; it wasn’t a matter of discomfort at all but, rather, this worry that you were being mean to Noah. The poor guy had no way of knowing what he was walking into.
In the actual moment itself, though, you found yourself almost jealous — you knew the sight that Noah would stumble onto had to be stunning. You had long since learned how to completely take Nicholas apart and, fuck, he was always beautiful after being meticulously pulled into pieces like this.
Nicholas took care of you slowly, deliberately, relishing in every moment; you found you prepped him the same way, using lots of lube and honey-sweet words as you carefully worked him open. One finger until he was whimpering, hips twitching — a second and his cock started to leak, though he still kept his sounds soft and contained.
You almost wished you could feel Nicholas like this, wrapped around the strap you only briefly struggled to get on today. Despite everything, the weight of the moment and your intentions, you’d both laughed softly at the short-lived difficulty.
Arranging Nicholas’s limbs was always a careful, tactful thing; you handled him with love and adoration, touch gentle as you adjusted how he laid. One leg loosely wrapped around your waist, holding one of Nicholas’s hands in yours. You weren’t draped over him this time, though usually you’d insist on being as close as possible — you wanted Noah to get the full picture of what was happening.
The front door opened and Nicholas’s face flushed, as if the reality of what was about to happen was finally hitting him. You checked in on him with a hushed tone, making sure he was okay with this as you glanced at the bedroom door you’d left open on purpose.
Nicholas nodded, licking his lips and only hiding behind his hair a little. “Y-Yeah,” he answered breathlessly, hips still slowly rocking in time with yours.
Noah’s steps up the stairs were louder than you expected, and you made eye contact with Nicholas, offered a small smile as Noah’s feet shuffled down the hall. “Hey, guys, I brought—“
Both your gaze and Nicholas’s snapped to the door at the same moment. Noah stood there, leaning into the room and hanging off of the frame; he was blatantly staring, eyes wide and wandering. As he took in the details, the entire picture in front of him, his face slowly darkened until he was a furious shade of red.
Even as he realized, though, he didn’t move. Maybe it was for the fact that your movements hadn’t stilled; you pressed your hips forward with a bit more force and drew a throaty little moan out of Nicholas, and still Noah lingered.
“N-Noah,” Nicholas started, and he clearly had more to say, but you adjusted the angle of your forward thrust just enough to make his eyes roll back and his train of thought derail.
Noah swallowed. “I, uh . . .” He seemed to be struggling to find words too, and you found yourself captivated, watching the darkening of his gaze, the flicker of his tongue wetting his lips. “I should go?” he managed, finally, and it definitely sounded like a question.
You hummed, gave Nicholas’s hand a squeeze in yours. “Don’t you want to come closer?” you asked softly, tilting your head a little. “You could get a much better view next to the bed.” The hand cradling Nicholas’s outer thigh caressed the skin there, another little gesture meant to soothe.
It was clear that Noah was conflicted, but he stepped closer, slowly, after another moment of lingering. He made it to the edge of the bed, eyes immediately finding where your strap slid in and out of Nicholas — gaze drifting to Nicholas’s cock, hard and flushed, and then your chest, moving slightly with the motion of your hips.
You felt your core throb, and you took a slow breath, finally looked down at Nicholas. Your boyfriend’s eyes were locked on Noah, and there was that light in them that always made you wonder exactly what Nicholas felt for his best friend. It was never accompanied by jealousy, just curiosity.
And you couldn’t honestly say your own eyes didn’t wander and linger on Noah more often than they should have.
“Noah,” Nicholas tried again, and you glanced up at Noah just in time to see him make eye contact with Nicholas. You weren’t sure where to look, especially with how Nicholas arched up off the bed and whined.
Your hand slid up Nicholas’s thigh, toward his cock, but you couldn’t reach it before Noah reached out to brush fingers against Nicholas’s cheek — and that was it, that was all it took, Nicholas cumming untouched and with a deep, hard shudder.
Oh. You slowed and then stilled your movements, staring down at Nicholas in awe. You heard Noah mumble something about leaving, but Nicholas shook his head. “You should . . .” He gasped when you pulled out, and then he offered you a sweet, dazed smile. His gaze shifted to Noah, and he cleared his throat. “You should help them,” he murmured almost shyly.
Noah’s eyebrows shot up, and you felt yours do the same. You hadn’t talked about this beforehand, but god if it didn’t get you dripping as your shaking hands attempted to get your strap off.
You had just planned on taking yourself over the edge with your fingers, already so turned on you felt fuzzy, but what Nicholas was suggesting sounded far sweeter. “You don’t have to,” you added when Noah’s silence stretched out, and you reached out a hand to give Noah’s a soft squeeze.
“No, I . . .” Noah swallowed. “I want to,” he said, and he gave you a brief grin that was shaky but still — somehow, impossibly — devious. “I want to taste you.”
obsessing over a dust sans in the omega timeline GRRRR
just. hes chill. mostly. sorta elderly neighbour who hates the world vibes. very resigned, snappy, goes to pick up his newspaper from the front stoop in his slippers and boxers and a crusty shirt
he's mostly a hermit, no one knows much about him. he doesn't want to get too close to anyone. he doesn't like the other versions of him, his brother, his friends.
he's got hella survivors guilt, mostly because if his world wasn't destroyed, would they be alive? would there have been a reset, a time, eventually, where he didn't have to kill everyone in a screwed up show of justice? where they could live?
he'll never know, and it bothers him. but he tries to pretend it doesn't.
he's sorta half forced to do therapy because yeah he's actually clinically insane and bro needs to be medicated and it helps a bit ig.
he gets a little better. he Is Not Normal but hes better. somewhat.
i kinda like the idea that he adopts a dog, somewhat an emotional support animal??? or like a straight service dog that helps him with panic attacks GRAAHHH THATS SO CUTE GRRRR RHRGRG RRRGGGGRRR
ok normal again
unlike him LMAOO
anyway yeah he probably eventually comes around to hanging out with some others. he's very picky about who he hangs with but..
hear me out okay
cross and dust as besties ❤️❤️
he prob finds epic annoying tho so he doesnt really hang around him
sorry ik im talking abt cross and epic now but theyre my bfs i love them i cant not mention them 😭🙏 me and epic and cross and also dust ultimate power quadruple or wtv
he def wouldnt like CORE at first cuz like. thats frisk. Trauma. but he'll probably come around to them when he realizes they aren't, y'know, a fucking freak. they're probably the reason he got therapy in the first place 😭
whoever his poor therapist is... needs a raise fr 💔
i dont really think he and killer would be friends. maybe hesitant acquaintances..? idk i just dont think theyd vibe when theyre both reformed crazies (affectionate)
i could see him and dream going either way idk like they could be friends or dust couldn't give a gaf about him
he'd probably think dream is kind of annoying with all his hopefulness and joy and whimsey but he's also a certified hater so (so me coded)
"what's there to be happy about" my guy i PROMISE if you stop your edgelord shtick you can be happy too go frolic through a field
he's got hella one-sided beef with error ofc for destroying his world. he doesn't care if it was "falling apart" or if "his story was finished" maybe he could have found a way to bring everyone back
(no he couldnt but dont tell him that)
anyway yea he likes sitting on his porch with a cup of coffee in the morning and he likes yelling "GET OFF MY LAWN!!" at children and he probably plays poker at the bar like every thursday night and hes really fucking good at it.. suspiciously good
his crankiness captivates me...
walking thru the OT and you bump into this fuckass guy who's emotionally attached to wearing his hood up all the time and you always see him smoking whenever you catch a glimpse of him and sometimes you get to see his cute puppy
love at first sight... (you just wanted to pet his puppy)
guys with dogs get all the huzz trust (god why did i type that im cringing)
ok off topic. epic would def say huzz
"rizzing up the huzz 🤓👆" just take ur pants off bro.
OK SORRY i need to log off. (not going to) back to dust
HIS DOG IS SO CUTEEEEEE RHRGGGR sorry i cant stop thinking of him with a dog. it bowls him over when it senses an oncoming panic attack and just kinda lays on his chest and licks his face and digs in his pocket to pull put the tennis ball he keeps in there to distract him
its not actually like a fully trained service dog im ngl but its good at diverting his attention from the panic so. it works ig. man idk
uhm but yea good luck trying to romance him like i said he's hater and itll take a lot of effort
VERY slow burn
idk why im writing this as a little x reader
maybe because in my nonstop thoughts its all been self insert befriending/romancing this fucking loser
dude needs to work on himself before he can even think of romance. im so serious he'll have absolutely zero desire for a relationship until he's mentally stable enough.
he cant go getting attached to someone, especially a partner, if hes just going to go batshit again (his therapist is trying to convince him that wont happen. hes in a safe world. he isnt in danger. he can RELAX)
itll take YEARSSSSS before he's like actually feeling like a normal monster again. his sins weigh heavily on him, but he knows he cant change the past. he wouldn't be alive if he didsnt do what was necessary.
anyway hes real bad at romance when hes finally ready for that stage
like HORRIBLE
he has no fucking clue what the hell he should do. you'll have to hold his hand every damn step of the way.
hes probably freaky tho idk
he likes cuddling you tho. youre all warm and soft and when you lay on him its like a weighted blanket and very very soothing
his bones ache, a lot. so it feels nice.
run that man a nice warm bath with some nice smelling candles or smth and hell make out with you
man idk im literally jst yappin its 4:20 and jm fighting to keep my eyes open 😭😭 ill prob hate this jn the morning but idrc rn ok !!! desire toctalk about omega tlcdust is stranger thanxthe call of sleep
haha whaaat finish the fic youve been working on for like two months because you refuse to make an outline you say??! thats so funny anyway heres them kissing
EHEHEHEH IT'S TIME!! Time for the sonic BigBang fic reveal!!!
My fic is called "Hold me Tight Lest I Fall" :>
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Thanks so much for hosting this event, I had a lot of fun even though I had to speedrun most of it for every deadlines, I'm just terrible with deadlines. Finally, I have a fic posted on Ao3 !! Hope y'all like it, happy reading! :> ❤
Dahlia and Pink centric duo, best to be read one after another but not neccessary, they just pair well and play off each other....trust me, it's worth it ^_^
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Cw for implied transphobia and misgendered of Dahlia, but it's a sweet little thing :3
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And short and sweet little thing...
Cw for implied character death, grief and mourning. But it's sweet, trust me
Anddddd @sir-qwillian-ferne sorry not sorry for your boi!!! /silly
tis Canon pending since I'm FAIRLY sure Sugartwist isn't immortal or something but your say for Canon or not for your bean Boi in the second one :3
