n0ahsebastians

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favourite music videos (17/?)

–tears have never made me change

ROTOSCOPE – SPIRITBOX (2022) [x]

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a girl whose love language is physical touch is also a girl who hates people touching her

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Hello my friends!!! I just wanted to get on here and drop some mushy stuff for a minute.

The world has been really hurtful to me lately. People who've said they are friends have hurt me and stabbed me in the back, and situations have just not been ideal. But I've kept going, I've kept pushing through all the bullshit and have kept my faith, knowing it's just a season, and things will eventually get better.

With that said, I want to thank everyone in this community that we've built together through a band, their world, and music for all of the love and friendship you've shown me in the past 2 years since coming back to Tumblr. Thanks for being my friends, for being my escape, for supporting my writing and sharing it. It means everything to me.

I've never been great at making friends because I have serious trust issues and am just socially awkward. But here, I've made some of the best friends.

I love you all so much and hope you know that you make a huge difference in this world with every little act of kindness and love you share. It's appreciated, so never stop giving it even when you feel or think that you can't!

Alright, mushy part over lol!

Working on "At Odds" pt 2 atm. Hoping to get it out ASAP.

Sorry the updates and replies to the requests are slower than others. I just want to take my time and give the ones who are asking for stories the best I have and not disappoint.

Have a beautiful rest of the week, be safe, and remember you're loved, and you matter.

Also, my inbox is open for anyone who needs a friend, an ear, a laugh, or just someone to talk to. I'm here 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 And you're never alone 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Tag list:

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Don't sell your tickets and merch, don't stop listening.

The message was not "don't look at me, don't perceive me" it was "don't cross boundaries, don't take more than I offer".

Enjoy the songs, sing with them, appreciate it all, just don't be creepy.

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i’m gonna scream next question

Ok but his hands behind his back???? Could you imagine if they were in CUFFS 🤪

@bluestdai @badnoahmens @concretejunglefm @concretecultist @doomhands-jr @disappearintothegrey @fuck1ng-queen @familiarscars @honeytama @hayleylatour @idwt-money @kaliforniahigh @livingdeceasedgirl @n0ahsebastians @runningincircl3s @sorrowsofsilence @starsomens @thisisntablogspost @whatitsdecending @xmads-omensx @w0manof-flesh44

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Look at You, Taking It So Well

Noah x Female!Reader word count : 940 words prompt . i saw the size of his hand next to that controller and now i wake up in a cold sweat whispering "yes, sir." warnings/ tags. soft dom!noah sebastian, lap straddling, hand kink, oral fixation, filthy finger sucking, spit play, casual dominance, clothed grinding, noah’s joggers are the real enemy here, praise kink, overstimulation, dom/sub tension, unspoken power exchange, emotional damage via his hands, minor brattiness, slightly feral reader behavior. tag list . @lacy1986 , @fadingangelwisp , @bloody-spades , @flowery-mess , @chey-h , @w0manof-flesh44 a/n. this is not a fic. this is a spiritual crisis brought on by one (1) man stretching his tattooed hands like he wasn’t about to spiritually rearrange me. if you've ever watched him hold a controller or a mic and felt yourself ascend and shatter simultaneously—welcome. you are no longer alone.

It starts with the way he stretches his fingers out in front of you, casually flexing the tendons beneath inked skin, like he knows you’re watching. Like he’s purposely doing it to see how you react to such simple movements. 

Those hands—tendons flexing under inked skin, accentuating—rest on his thighs like a threat or a promise. You aren’t sure which, but both seem to turn you on. He leans back in his gaming chair, legs spread in those black joggers he always lives in as he stretches his arms over his head, turning to look at where you sat on the edge of his bed.

You avert your gaze quickly, as if looking was a crime and he would punish you if caught. But the question is, why look away if that is exactly what you wanted? His lips pull into a smirk, devilish–tempting, moving his hand to his thigh, fingers tapping against the fabric—and murmurs: “C’mere.”

You don’t even hesitate, which you consider shameful seeing as he didn’t have to do much in order for you to bend to his words. He had that effect on you.

By the time you straddle his hips, knees digging into the material of the chair, his hands are already on your thighs—massive hands that wrap around them like it’s nothing, dragging you forward until your chest brushes his and your heart's in your throat. You could feel his breath on your lips and he hums, smirking as his hands move up over your ass and just under the hem of your shirt.

He is looking at you like he is contemplating what to do, maybe even like he is letting you think that you have some semblance of control before he rips it away from you. 

"You're staring again," he mutters, low and amused, his thumb brushing over your skin casually, like it’s second nature and not like it is enough to have you on your knees begging. "You going to be a good girl, or am I going to have to make you beg?"

You don’t answer. Not with words. Instead, you lean in and take his fingers into your mouth—slow, controlled, desperate as you fuck them in like they’re his cock. Hollow cheeks, tongue moving along the digits, moaning around the stretch. Eyes flutter shut while your mouth works his hand, your hips shift, grinding down on his lap, unable to help yourself.

His breath catches in his throat, a low broken laugh tumbling out as his head presses back against the headrest of his chair. “Fucking hell, baby. That doing it for you?”

You moan in response, hips moving against him harder, moving yourself over the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric of his joggers. He’s not trying to hide it, he wants you to feel it, and when he looks at you again his pupils are blown. His smile is gone, lips parted as lust clouds his gaze, and he can’t decide if he’s impressed by the way your tongue is moving against his fingers, or if he is seconds from snapping. Bending you over his desk and taking what he wants.

“Unreal,” he breathes, voice low and rough, fingers twisting in the fabric of your shirt at your lower back, moving you over him, causing enough friction for you to gasp against his fingers. “Sittin’ in my lap, sucking my fingers like that... Fuck.”

“All it takes are my fingers and you fall apart, huh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Could’ve had my dick, and you still went for these first.”

You hum around his fingers, nodding, drooling messy over your lips as you open your eyes, and he can see how fucked out you were just by doing this. He watches it glisten, watches the way your mouth moves like it was made for this. For him. You’ve lost all semblance of control, letting more spit drip out, watching as his jaw clenches and his cock twitches under you as it trailed down his hand. 

“Keep going like that and I’m not gonna make it—or maybe that’s what you want,” he growls, the smirk that played on his lips threatening to fall apart, unsure how much longer he could keep this up. He grips your hips, fingers digging in tight as he starts to move you for him—slow, deliberate, mean—guiding the rhythm with one hand alone.

“You wanna come just like this?” he murmurs, fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat tighten around them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes, whimpering as you continue to guide him down your throat. “Grinding on my cock while you choke on my fingers? Is that what you’re after?”

Your hips stutter as you nod, lips parting, desperate now, and his smile fades, something darker settling in his eyes. It was like the switch flipped, and you whined louder, head nodding as you practically begged him to keep going. That was the look you were desperate for. The one that promised trouble. The one you knew you’d beg for anyway.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, your lips swollen from working him, and you can’t help but pout, looking absolutely ruined just by sucking on his fingers.

“Then open your mouth,” he demands, voice rough and low, slipping his fingers into his own mouth for a moment. He moved to drag his thumb over your lower lip, watching as your tongue practically chased the digit, and gave in by pressing his fingers hard against your tongue and pressing his fingers of his other hand to your throat. “And don’t you fuckin’ stop moving.”

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that moment during a concert when u realize that the musicians are actually real and you’re like wtf

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hi friends send me asks and thoughts (nsfw is fine hehe) and i’ll answer them later 😁

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*kisses and bruises*, one shot coming soon. because my brain is on overdrive over noah’s neck right now 🤪

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bad omens - limits

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bad omens - limits

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i think i’m gonna write a one shot about you kissing noah’s throat the thoughts are thotting

wanna bite his throat oh my god 🫥

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bad omens - limits

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wanna bite his throat oh my god 🫥

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me @ myself: you’re annoying tbh