Sonilver week - Day 2 - Rivalry
It's.. not my favorite but at least I finished it this time
None of you mention my tank in quality okay guys.. I'm going through something..
toki watches a certain 1998 film and thinks what it would look like if his best friends were in it
extremely silly and self-indulgent, yet i put enough thought into these to share my thought process for each design (also i made a bonus cat)
Nathan is a very goth mix of Macavity and Munkustrap. His fur is messy and spiky because it makes him look scary (same with the huge spikes on his collar)!! (the Macavity/Munk thing works personality-wise too, he's extremely intimidating but he is also a leader of sorts, and at least somewhat responsible)
Skwisgaar is literally just early Japanese Tugger, down to the little heeled boots. I figure Toki would see Tugger and Skwis similar in the sense that they get all the ladies and love to steal a show.
Toki is just a regular ol cat! Wanted him to be pretty nondescript like all those swing cats. Now, whether he has a Mistoffelees-style transformation into the bestest cat-guitarist is up to you to decide (Now. Would Skwis sing Tokis praises like Tugger does Mistos? Who knows, but I'm sure Toki would enjoy it).
Thank god for Street Cat Tugger for showing me how to deal with dreads on a cat! Otherwise I just wanted some asymmetry and stripes. Pickles has a very distinct design in the show anyways so it fits.
Murderface gets to have his vest! He also gets to be very Bill Bailey/Tumblebrutus coded with his spotty appearance and a patch over his eye. The ears are a bit of a copout but in my defense I'm still not sure how I see his hair texture-wise.
Anyway, I've rambled enough. Here's what Charles would be, in this hypothetical Cats-verse
warnings: unprotected intercourse, first times, swearing
word count: 3.4k
notes: So last week during hot boy hours we talked about first times with Nicky and a dear anon requested a first time with Noah. I hope that I interpreted your ask correctly if not pls yell at me (gently) thank you bye <33
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Every time he hears his friends talk about the girls they’ve picked up, it makes him want to crawl out of his skin a little bit.
With how swarmed he is, you’d think that he’s long ticked that point off the bucket list.
But he’s just never found the right moment — or person.
The few times he’s come close to being with someone like that, it always felt as if that was the only thing they wanted from him. And maybe that’s a little cynical or conceited. He’s a gentleman, though, so he’ll send them home with an orgasm and a promise of next time.
A next time they both know will never come.
And then he’s suddenly twenty-eight, and it feels like something he should have done ten years ago.
With how busy the band is, Noah doesn’t feel as if he could do a serious relationship justice, and so intimacy moves to the very bottom of his list of priorities.
It’s not until the band is between albums again that he allows himself to even forge connections outside the band again.
He’s treating himself to a trip to the bookshop in an attempt to get out of the post tour rut he’s been in. No real aim or goal, just an attempt to get out of the house for a little bit and to – maybe – find something new to fill his brain with.
And that’s where he meets you, browsing the science fiction section. For a bit, he lurks, watches if you’re with someone, before he builds up the courage to ask if you have a recommendation for him. It feels a little awkward to ask a total stranger how they feel about a book, but Noah’s determined to try. At least then, he can tell his therapist that he tried his best.
Before he knows it, you’ve been talking for an hour, and he just doesn’t want it to stop. The conversation just keeps flowing from one thing to another, and Noah finds himself pulled in by your warmth. For once, he feels brave enough to ask if you’d like to exchange numbers – so that he can tell you if he liked the book as much as you did.
His heart thumps a little when he sees that you’ve saved your name with that little sparkle emoji in his phone.
A few days later, you show up at his place with a stack of books that you promised to lend him. He asks if you’d like to stay for a coffee, just because he doesn’t want to let you go again so soon.
It’s entirely innocent.
Noah genuinely just enjoys spending time with you. It feels good to have a friend who’s not involved with the band or music in general. He likes hearing about your work gossip, about the recipes you’ve tried recently, the puppy your friend recently picked up from a local shelter.
It feels normal, grounded – and maybe that’s exactly what he needed.
It becomes a regular thing after that. Jolly jokingly calls your meetings the saddest book club he’s ever seen.
Noah doesn’t know when his heart starts beating a little bit faster when he sees you. It’s not in a nervous way, he’s just – happy. And he’s sure that your eyes linger on him a little bit longer, too.
Noah really notices it for the first time when he’s over at your place for a night of movies and pizza that you prescribed him as a change from what he usually gets up. He suddenly doesn’t mind the lingering touches and looks. And he finds himself hoping that you’ll rest your head on his shoulder like you sometimes do.
And when you do, he has to give himself a little pep talk before he manages to convince himself that draping his arm over your shoulder is okay. He relaxes a little when you sink further against him.
Feeling so comfortable around another person is a little new. Noah’s not exactly used to letting his walls down around people he hasn’t known since the dawn of time. But it feels right to let you in.
The touches slowly increase and Noah finds himself craving proximity to you more and more. He hasn’t known himself to be someone who sought out intimacy like that before, but now he can’t wait to see you and to get comfy with you somewhere.
You meet for regular movie nights after a while. Sometimes you end up at his place, even though Noah seems to be a little bit more reserved around his friends. He’s still close, but not nearly as close as he’d be in the privacy of your home.
You’re getting a bowl of popcorn ready, while Noah tells you about the show he’s picked for you to watch.
“I can’t believe that you’ve never seen it.” Noah says, hopping up onto the counter next to you.
“Just never got around to it.” You shrug, “It’s been on my watch list, though.”
You pop a piece of popcorn into your mouth. Noah lets out a protesting huff, as he crosses his arms like a petulant child.
You roll your eyes in jest, before you hold a piece out to him. He leans in, allowing you to feed it to him. Inadvertently, your fingers brush against his lips, and you swear that you feel a little zap of electricity.
Noah looks down at you with a softness that you’re still not used to. You’ve noticed it a few times already. You can’t quite tell with him if this is just how he looks at people he keeps close.
It almost feels like the moment before a kiss. The tension is there, and you can feel yourself gravitating towards him.
Noah opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but he quickly closes it again when one of his roommates enters the kitchen, loudly dropping a bag of groceries onto the counter.
“You two got plans for today?” Jolly asks, as if he hasn't just walked in on you getting closer and closer.
Noah snaps out of it quicker than you do.
“Someone’s never seen Hill House, and we have to remedy that.” He explains, “We’ll see how many episodes we get through before it becomes too scary.”
You like this little back and forth you have with him. It’s familiar, comfortable. And most importantly, it makes you smile.
Jolly pulls a face that makes you think that he was expecting a different answer from Noah. You try your best to ignore how warm it makes your face feel.
There’s a tense moment of silence in the room, before Jolly makes his departure, muttering something about you keeping it PG as he wanders out of the room again.
You later find out that a group of them is heading out to get dinner together, meaning that you and Noah will be the only ones in the house.
Eventually, you find your way upstairs, settling against the headboard while Noah sets everything up.
The scene is almost a little domestic.
Occasionally, you let yourself wonder what it’d be like if you were more than friends. But then you remember Noah saying that he doesn’t feel like he’s ready for a relationship at the moment and shove it to the very back of your mind again. This friendship isn’t worth the risk. You’d rather have this than nothing at all with him.
Noah settles next to you, letting out a content sigh.
“Ready?”
When you nod, he presses start and leans back against the headboard. As soon as he’s settled, you drop your head to his shoulder. Over the course of the first episode, you relax further and further against him, until you’re eventually curled against his side. His arm is snaked around your back, hand resting at your waist, keeping you close to his side. Whenever the show gets a little bit too spooky for you, you use the opportunity to hide your face against his chest, and maybe you’re playing it up a little bit.
You let your eyes wander away from the screen. Truth be told, you haven’t given the show your full attention. The way his hand rests against your waist, the slow rise and fall of his chest – it’s all been too distracting.
You look up at Noah, only to find him already looking at you. His lips quip up in a little smile, and it makes you feel all warm inside. You’re not sure who of you initiates it, but a moment later you feel his lips on yours, and it feels a little as if everything has been leading up to this moment.
The show becomes background noise, as you get lost in the kiss you share. You soon find yourself straddling his lap. His hands are firm on your waist, digging into your flesh almost painfully.
“Noah?” you ask, barely moving away from him.
He looks at you then, eyes blown wide.
“Are you – nervous?”
The flush that creeps over his cheeks is almost endearing if it weren’t for the underlying insinuation that comes with it.
“You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.” You bring your hand to the side of his face, hoping that it’ll soothe his nerves a little bit, “We’re not doing anything big.”
He grumbles out a few quiet words that are swallowed up by the sound of the show still flickering over the TV behind you.
“You gotta speak up a little.” you say, inching a little closer to him.
“It is big. You’re you and I haven’t you know ever, and don’t get me wrong, I want this with you – I just don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t want you to think less of me or –”
You let him ramble on for a moment longer, before you interrupt him with a soft kiss.
“It’s just me, Noah. I don’t mind it if you haven’t done this before. Doesn’t change a thing about — how I feel about you.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“Why would I?” you ask, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “You didn’t care that I’ve never seen this show either. It’s just a thing you haven’t done, like skydiving.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
The cynical little chuckle that weaves itself between his words makes your chest ache a little, and you wonder if people have given him a hard time about this before.
“I promise you that it’s okay. It’s just a thing.”
For a moment, his eyes flit across your face, seemingly searching for something.
“Would you – with me?”
You’ve never seen him be this shy about anything before. Even when someone had mistakenly referred to you as a cute couple he hadn’t looked this hesitant.
“Are you asking me if I’d sleep with you?” you can’t hide the smile that plays on your lips then.
“I mean if you want that with me. I don’t know if this is where –”
“Do you think I make out with all of my friends like this?”
He mumbles something vague about not wanting to assume anything, but you quickly shut him up with another kiss.
“You just tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” he gives a quick nod is in response.
You return your lips to his after that. Noah’s hands remain at your waist, and you can sense the hesitation in him. To make things easier for him, you guide his hands under the hem of your shirt. You copy the touch, hoping that it’ll show him that it’s okay for him to let his hands wanderer a little.
He gasps so sweetly when you trail your lips along his jaw and towards his neck. His fingers dig into your skin, and you decide that now is the time to pull your shirt off. Noah uses the moment of separation to remove his own shirt.
You let your hands wander across his skin, watching the muscles contract and twitch as you touch him.
“Do you want to take your pants off for me?” you ask, trailing your fingers across his tummy and down towards the waist band of his sweats.
His breath catches in his throat when you brush your hand fingers over the very obvious tent in the fabric. The little sound he makes when you touch him more intentionally almost makes you shiver.
Being the first person who gets to see this, touch him like this, feels special.
With a little bit of help, Noah shuffles out of his sweats. He does falter when he reaches for his boxers. You decide to shed your shorts too, leaving you in just your underwear.
With some encouragement, he reveals all of him to you. You know how nerve wrecking this part can be.
It all seems to be forgotten though when you wrap your hand around his cock. Noah's eyes immediately shoot down to where you’re touching him.
“Does that feel okay?” you ask, watching him intently.
Noah draws in a shaky breath, “Could you – a little more? Just a —”
The words drift off into a shameless moan when you tighten your grip on him just a little bit.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” you say softly, “I know this is a lot, but you’re doing so good for me.”
You bring your hand to his waist to steady yourself a little more.
“Think you can do something for me?”
He looks up at you with those pretty doe eyes then.
You briefly remove your hand from his cock, much to his dismay, and guide one of his between your thighs. You feel the trembling of his hand against you. He’s still so awfully nervous.
You’re sure that he’s done this before because after a few hesitant moments, you feel his fingers find a rhythm against your folds that makes your head spin.
“You’re so — oh –” he sighs, as his fingers dip into you, “You’re soaked.”
You let your head fall back as the tip of his middle finger sinks into you. He barely has a finger inside of you, and he’s already pulling the neediest sounds from you.
“All for you.” you manage to choke out between sighs.
He’s teasing with his touch, slowly working his finger into you and relishing in the sighs you let out before he even thinks about adding a second finger.
You know that you should take more time with this part. It’d be less of a sting if you let him work you open just a bit more, but once you feel as if it’d be enough, impatience takes over.
“Do you have condoms?” you ask, already expecting him to say no.
When he does shake his head, he looks so very disheartened.
“We know you’re clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since a bit before we met. If you trust me — and you’re comfortable with that, I’d be okay with going on without one.”
He thinks for a moment, forehead creasing as he mulls through his thoughts.
“I don’t wanna stop.” He whispers eventually.
You meet his smile with an equally warm one.
“Good. Me neither.”
This time, Noah is the one who pulls you in for a kiss. His hand finds his way to the back of your head to keep you close to him. You feel him shift beneath you, seemingly getting a little impatient himself.
You lift your waist upward, taking him into your hand once again.
“Ready?”
“As ready as I think I’ll ever be.”
Your free hand returns to the side of his face, “I promise you that it’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.”
You give him another moment, before you drag the head of his cock through your folds. Noah draws in a sharp breath. His focus shifts to where you hover above him. You sink down on him as slowly as you can manage. The stretch of him feels so good, and you have to remind yourself that this is more about him than it is about you.
Noah’s all sighs and gasps by the time you’re settled against him.
His head is resting against the back of the bed, as he draws in a deep breath. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you’re sure that he’s never looked more kissable before.
“How are you feeling?”
Noah slowly lifts his head, blinking a few times before he finally focuses on you.
“I didn’t think that it’d feel this good.” He says hoarsely, “Give me a moment.”
Hearing how affected he already is brings a smile to your face, “There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.”
He takes another deep breath, letting the air out in a huff.
“Thank you for being so patient with me.” Noah says after a while, now sounding a little less as if he’s about to fall apart.
You lean in to kiss his cheek, “Of course.”
You shift against him, tearing a pleasured sigh from his lips. You repeat the motion, just to see how he’ll react. Noah’s hands practically fly to your waist.
“Oh – fuck.” Noah buries his face in the side of your neck.
His breath fans out against your skin as you set a slow rhythm against him. As much as you want to let him hide, you also want to see his expressions. You carefully tangle your fingers into his hair and pull him away from you again. Noah's head lulls back against the headboard, exposing the column of his neck to you.
You keep up a slow back and forth against him.
Noah’s lips are parted just so. They shine with spittle as he sighs and moans for you. The pitch of his sounds seems to increase with every pass you make.
You sigh out his name, causing his hips to twitch upwards.
“You feel so good.” you tell him, arching your back as the head of his cock hits a particularly good spot inside of you.
The words you want to say trail off into an unashamed moan.
You can’t quite place it, but it feels different with him. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. There’s something so worshipful about the way he can’t tear his eyes away from yours.
With the way you’re tangled together you can barely move, but it’s enough to push you both closer to the edge.
Noah lets out a whine, as his face twists up in pleasure.
“Getting close?” you barely manage to choke out the question.
Noah nods frantically, “So close. Fuck keep going like that –”
His words tear off into a gasp as you feel him spilling inside of you. You follow a moment later. You ride out your high against him. It all feels so good. The tight coil in your belly slowly unravels and eventually, you drape yourself against him. Noah quickly wraps his arms around you.
He lets out a content, but tired, sigh.
You remain like this for a while, entirely unwilling to separate yourself from him.
Noah whispers your name after some time.
“Thank you.” he says quietly, “I – I almost didn’t think that this would happen.”
“In general or –?”
You sit up just enough to be able to look at him.
“Both. I don’t know when it happened but – at some point this started to feel like more than friendship.”
He doesn’t look at you when he says it, and you allow him to avert his gaze for a moment longer. You bring your hand back to his cheek to make him look at you.
“Should be fairly obvious that this is a mutual thing, right?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral and steady.
“That so?” he returns to that trademark boyish confidence of his then.
“Listen –” you don’t have to finish your faux threat.
Noah breaks into a smile then, leaning into your space to steal another kiss from you.
A shower later, you’re tucked back into his bed. You’d made the mutual decision to postpone your movie night in favour of a much-needed conversation about where this all leaves you. In the end, it leaves you with Noah resting against your tummy while you watch a mindless re-run of some reality TV show.
Your fingers mindlessly card through his hair, and an accidentally too rough tug makes him look up at you. He smiles so softly, before he presses a kiss to the bare skin of your tummy.
“I’m so glad that I asked you about that book.” he whispers, once more resting his head against you.
“So am I.” you return.
Being here with him like this feels right. You’re not sure if you believe in fate, but maybe there is something to it after all because there is no way that this was not meant to be.
Rafayel getting less and less coy the closer he is to his rut. It starts off playful, flirtatious. Maybe a few more hints dropped than usual, but he hasn't lost his mastery over language yet. But as the day comes upon you, all the clever lines and innuendo are gone. He wants you — there's nothing else he can says.
"Come over. Now. I need to feel your cunt around me."
