#jonvandernoorde

[siiinfully]

starter for any of @jonvandernoorde's male muses from estella

"Where are you going? Can I come?" Estella had been sunbathing when she saw him leave the cabin, and now she'd jumped up and hurried towards him, eager to go on a new adventure, no matter how short it was.

[hotstuffxhannah]

in the inbox from @jonvandernoorde:

"Bend over."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hannah asked, smirking over her shoulder at Jon.

He'd been staring at her ass so hard she could practically feel those ice-blue eyes on her. "Why don'tcha come over here and make me?"

The retort had left her lips automatically; it wasn't that she didn't like Jon, but he was always so damn bossy and in-control and she could never help needling at him a little. But he rose from his seat and it felt like the bottom dropped out of her stomach.

"Wait," she said quickly when he took a step toward her, "wait." In her mind's eye she saw hands on her, hands everywhere, neck breasts wrists hips thighs, pressing pulling holding her down. Jon's hands. Other hands. She wasn't sure.

She wasn't breathing.

Why the fuck had she said that?

"I... I don't—" Breathe. "Shit. Sorry. I shouldn't have said... I don't want you to make me." She shook her head. Took a deep breath in and held it for a couple seconds before letting it out in a rush. "I know it's probably getting fucking boring, me on top every time, I just... it's easiest."

What a non-answer. But how could she answer-answer?

This was supposed to be a good time.

[destroyed-ourselves]

something in the inbox from @jonvandernoorde:

"Strip."

There was always a little bit of chatter when Corinna went over to Jon's, before they got into things. How's it going? Rough day at work, I really need to unwind. Think I can help with that...

Tonight there was less. Tonight, she came over in her usual thrift-shop finery, an oversize tee and black jeans and Doc Martens, and found Jon — usually in workout clothes, tanks and sweats, things easy to take off — in a whole suit. Dress shirt, slacks, vest, tie, shiny shoes, the whole bit. Very dapper.

"Business meeting, or you got a hot date tonight?" she wondered, and then laughed, "You're makin' me feel super underdressed here."

And he said strip.

That one word was clipped, commanding, a sudden gear-switch from friend to benefits, from Jon to Sir.

Corinna stripped.

She didn't know a sexy way to remove Docs and wasn't sure she'd ever figure one out; those got kicked off without ceremony. The rest, though...

Slow. She liked the way Jon's eyes roved over her when she was naked, the way he drank her in — didn't understand why when she was the next best thing to a stick figure, but fuck, it felt nice. She didn't have much to put on a show with, but she wanted to give him one.

First, her shirt. She took the hem in both hands and inched it up, up, up, exposing a pale strip of stomach. Higher, turning her hands in to run her knuckles up along the shallow curve of her waist. Higher still to show him she hadn't bothered with a bra. Higher, higher, off.

She tossed the shirt aside, reached down to pop the button on her jeans, to toy with the zipper a little, draw things out. Took that down too, pulled the denim by the belt loops down her hips. Hadn't bothered with panties today, either: last time Jon had taken those off her with a pocket knife. In the moment it had been hot, the cool flat of the blade kissing her skin sending unexpectedly-pleasant shivers down her spine... but later there'd been a thought of if he keeps this up, I'm gonna have any underwear left, am I? It was only her underneath, shaved smooth.

Lower, lower, lower went her jeans and she stepped out of them, revealing the only bit of dress-up she ever really played: a pair of thigh-high stockings, a band of lace at the tops. Pretty, but functional: they hid most of the scars on her inner thighs, and hopefully distracted a little from the ones they didn't quite cover.

Funny how undressed she matched Jon better: her long legs in sheer black complementing the crisp, clean lines of his suit.

Well... mostly clean. There was an interruption now, visible just below his belt. Corinna was all too happy to do something about that — whatever Jon told her to. He gave her a small smile, satisfied and a little hungry.

And he said kneel.

[maggicktouched]

Something was in the forest. It was quiet and unobtrusive, but she could feel it tickling at the corners of her mind like an itchy tag in a new shirt. The pull wasn't overly strong for her, but the other animals were meandering toward it, and she followed along for their sake. Through frost encrusted underbrush and down a hill heavy with a fresh blanket of snow, she wove through the forest with her ears and nose twitching as she searched for the source of the call.

A child. A very young child, and not a human one either. Even without the subtle tug of magic on her mind, she'd have known the scent was off. She couldn't place what it was at the moment, and it didn't really matter. The child was asking the small gaggle of animals that had been drawn in by her power to help her. Hidden in the underbrush, Beck pressed her own magic against them---pushing them to flee. It didn't take much. Drawing wild creatures close took much more effort than driving them away. When the last cotton tail of a deer disappeared into the tree line, Beck scurried out from the bush where she was hiding, and sat watching the girl.

"Who are you?" Her ears perked as she tilted her head from one side to the other. "You're too young to be so deep in the woods on your own."

@jonvandernoorde

[fierylittleniece]

Roxanne Fury always takes great pride in her work, regardless of her career field. Brushing out wrinkles in her uniform before silently entering the master bedroom. Footsteps mindful of the resting body in the room with her, even if it's only for a moment.

Sunlight barely crests through the curtains before they're torn asunder. Flooding the master suite with the beginning daylight of the early morning, Roxanne's favorite time of the day. Her voice a low whisper as she attempts to rouse her slumbering employer. "Good morning sir. There's breakfast ready for you on the cart."

@jonvandernoorde

[thecatgoddessbast]

"Esscuse me miss?" The dark haired six year old looked up at the woman with curiosty, her eyes the blue-green of the deep sea. "I lost my dad and he said if I am in trouble to find the person that feels strong and stick by them." She held a seal stuffed animal that radiated Selkie magic. "Can I stay with you?"

That smile found home on her lips. Her eyes downcast on the small child, the rich smell of magic rolling off in waves from the small figure.

She crouched down to speak eye-to-eye. "Of course, sweetie." Her own unseen magic reached out around them, tasting for the same as this Selkie, but she couldn't pinpoint anyone yet within the immediate area.

Bast would never turn away a child.

"I'm Bast. What's your name?"

[mercyormalevolence]

[PUBLIC] The sender pushes the receiver into a stall and locks the door.

@jonvandernoorde

Becky let out a squeak of surprise as she was pushed into the stall, stumbling a little and catching herself on the wall as she heard the click of the lock - eyes a little wide with a mixture of curiousity, fear, and arousal as she turned to see who had locked them in there.

// (Didn't know if you wanted to start this with her not knowing him or knowing him so I tried to make it ambiguous XD)

[mindxthief]

a little something from back in the day @jonvandernoorde

“We have plenty of time for those places and others,” Jon assured Mnemo with a smile. Then he leaned forward gently and gave her a chaste kiss.

She had almost enough time to think that Jon’s smile was as handsome as the rest of him when he kissed her and oh, it had been so long since she’d been able to do something like this that it felt brand new. She couldn’t help but smile too as she kissed him back—

And it was over as quick as it began, a light, chaste, momentary thing. Immediately she wanted more, if just to the feel of his lips on hers a little bit longer, commit it to memory. She leaned up to kiss him again, and that was when his last words registered in her brain. One stood out as especially intriguing.

“Others?” she echoed, a hair’s breadth from his lips. “What else did you have in mind?”