poisongirl616

[poisongirl616]

I enjoyed the interview, but I have no insightful comments to add to the conversation. Regrettably, my pea brain checked out at 22 seconds in and went to a very dark, moist place. 😏

✨“...done that a few times before Dethrone, because it's like the encore time, I’ve got the black tank top on, I’m like, I’ma do some push-ups…”✨

⬇️ My face upon hearing this salacious revelation

My dark, moist place ⬇️ T/W: floppy, swishy hair and salacious push-ups

[poisongirl616]

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: based on this.

Noah felt it before you even said a word.

That something sitting between you, like you were about to say something that was going to change everything. You were curled up on the couch, picking at a loose thread on your sleeve, your knee pulled up to your chest like you were trying to make yourself smaller. That wasn’t normal.

And then you spoke.

"I got a job offer."

His fingers stilled around the beer bottle, grip tightening just enough that he could feel the condensation slide against his skin. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t trust himself to. "Yeah?"

"In another city."

The words hit harder than he expected.

For a second, just one, he let himself think about what that meant—about this house without you in it, about days without your voice filling the empty spaces, about knowing you were somewhere else, somewhere new, somewhere without him.

And it made his stomach fucking sink.

But you didn’t belong here, did you? You never had.

You weren't his and he wasn't yours. All you had ever been was just friends.

He always knew you’d go. He just never thought it would be so soon.

You kept talking, explaining—something about better pay, bigger opportunities, a smart move. Noah heard it all, but it was like listening through static, every word just another reminder that this was real. That this was happening. That you weren’t just thinking about leaving. You were already halfway gone.

And what was he supposed to do? What was he allowed to do?

Because yeah, maybe he thought about it. Maybe he thought about pulling you in, pressing his forehead against yours, telling you he didn’t want you to go. That he needed you here, that he—

And then, for the first time, it really hit him.

He never told you. Never fucking told you.

Not when he first realized that the way he looked at you wasn’t the way a friend should. Not when you laughed at his dumb jokes, and he caught himself staring at your smile like it was something he could get addicted to, wishing he could bottle up the sound of your laughter, save it for the nights when the silence felt too heavy—when you weren’t there to fill the space beside him.

Not when you fell asleep on his shoulder during long car rides, and he stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, just to make the moment last a little longer. Not when he watched you dance around the kitchen in his hoodie, not when he felt his heart ache just being near you.

Not when he should have.

Not when it would’ve mattered.

And now, sitting here, the words he should’ve said—I like you. No, I love you. More than a friend. More than anyone—were useless. Too late. You were already slipping through his fingers, and he had no one to blame but himself.

So he stayed quiet. Because what was the fucking point now?

What was he supposed to do—throw everything at you now, at the last second, when you had a whole future waiting for you? When you were basically already half out the door? When he had every chance before, and he wasted them all?

No. That wasn’t fair.

Not to you. Not to the life you were about to build. Not to the love he’d never had the guts to give you.

So he bit his tongue. Kept his hands in his lap so he wouldn’t reach for you. Forced his voice steady as he said, "You should take it."

And fuck—he hated how easy it sounded. Hated that it came out smooth when his chest felt like it was caving in.

You hesitated. He could feel you watching him.

"You think?"

Noah swallowed hard, leaned forward, let his eyes settle on the floor instead of your face. "Yeah," he said. "Sounds like a great opportunity." Another shrug. Another lie. "You’d be an idiot not to."

The silence that followed was the worst part.

Because he could feel it—the shift, the way something between you cracked, just slightly, just enough that he knew it wouldn’t go back to how it was.

He tried to imagine what it would feel like to be around someone else the way he was with you. He’d never been able to picture anyone else in your place, never wanted to. You were a part of him now, you were the person who knew him best, the one he always leaned on when things got heavy, the one he could rely on when everything else felt like it was falling apart, the one who always answered his texts sent in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep.

And now you were walking away. And he couldn’t imagine filling that gap.

The comfort of having you around, the steady presence of your friendship, even if it had always just been friendship, was something he never thought would disappear. It was just always there. And it was hard, almost impossible, to wrap his head around the fact that it might never be like that again.

How would he ever find that again? He couldn’t even begin to picture it. And the worst part? He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to. You were it. And now, as he sat there, heart heavy with the weight of what he couldn’t say, of what he had never had the guts to tell you, he knew that he had just let you slip through his fingers. The easy, effortless thing they had—the laughter, the comfort, the quiet moments, the understanding—was something he couldn’t replicate. Not with anyone. Not now. Not ever.

"Right," you said, voice quiet. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

Noah didn’t move. Didn’t look at you.

Because if he did—if he saw the way you were looking at him, if he saw even the smallest flicker of doubt in your eyes—he knew he’d break.

And if he broke, he’d beg you to stay.

So instead, he just sat there, fingers gripping the beer bottle like it was the only thing holding him together, and let you slip further away.

A few days later, you were sitting on the leather couch in the living room of the house you’d spent so many nights in again.

Folio was giving you one of his usual "don’t forget" lists—one that had become a comforting part of your routine over the years for all the times you went on a tour or trip together. This time, however, it sounded different, as if it was the last.

"Okay, remember to pack all your jackets. And the extra batteries for your camera. Oh, and make sure you’ve got your phone charger, you always forget it!" He waved his hands in the air as though he was trying to remind you of the most crucial thing in the world, like the fate of the universe rested on you not forgetting your phone charger.

You chuckled, leaning back on the couch, a small smile tugging at your lips as you gave him a playful eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Nick. I’ll pack everything. No need to worry."

Folio grinned. "Good. You know I worry." He paused, then his tone softened, almost hesitant, like he was preparing to say something serious. "I’m really going to miss having you around. It won’t be the same without you here."

The words hit you harder than you expected. You had been preparing yourself for this goodbye for days, but hearing him say it out loud made it real, made it feel final. You swallowed, forcing a smile. "I’ll miss you guys too. And don’t worry, I’ll send plenty of pictures. And I’m sure I’ll come back to visit."

Folio nodded. "Yeah, of course. And we’ll come to visit you, too. So you don't forget us." He said it with such certainty that for a brief moment, you let yourself believe it—believe that things could stay the same, even when you knew they couldn’t.

But as Folio finished his sentence, you glanced over at Noah. He had been sitting at the other end of the room, quietly listening, but now he abruptly stood up, his movements stiff and awkward, as though something had snapped in him.

Noah didn’t say anything, just turned toward the door and walked out without a word. His departure felt like a heavy silence in the room.

You blinked, watching him leave, confused. "Did I say something wrong?" you asked softly.

Folio didn’t seem surprised by Noah’s reaction, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. "It’s been like that for a couple of days now," he said, his voice low. "I don’t know what’s going on with him. He’s been… off. Something’s going on in his head, but he won’t talk about it."

You felt a knot form in your stomach.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had acted the first time you spoke about the job offer. That cold, almost detached response, like he had no opinion on the matter at all. You replayed it in your mind over and over: "You should take it. Sounds like a great opportunity." But something in the way he said it—something in the way he couldn’t even look at you when he spoke��made you wonder if there was more to his reaction than he let on. Was he angry? Disappointed? Did he hate you for making the decision to leave?

You tried to push those thoughts away, but they kept creeping back. It was impossible, you told yourself. He couldn’t possibly hate you. Because you were just friends, right?

But just friends never felt like the right term for what you two had. Not for the long nights you spent talking, for the way you always seemed to understand each other without saying a word, for how comfortable you felt in his presence—like you were home when he was around. It had never been just friendship for you. Not really. Maybe it had started that way, but over time, something shifted. You couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, but you’d always known that your feelings for him ran deeper than what you were supposed to admit.

You thought back to that first time you’d met him, to the way he’d walked toward you with that easy, confident stride but still looking so damn shy. You liked his long hair t, and his eyes—those brown eyes, warm and sweet—that had locked onto yours in that instant.

He had smiled, and you’d felt it all the way down to your bones. It was like something clicked, something undeniable. That’s when you knew, even if you didn’t have the courage to admit it then, that there was something about him that made your heart race.

And all these years, that same feeling never really went away. Not when he touched your hip for a second to grab a cup from a high shelf you couldn’t reach, not when he would pass you the last slice of pizza even though he was starving, not when you’d sit together in silence and it never felt uncomfortable.

You told yourself over and over that it was just a crush, that you were just friends, but every time he touched you, every time his hand brushed yours or he’d take your hand in his while walking through a crowded space, your heart would skip.

And when he would hold your hand, you’d feel the heat flood your face, and when he was on the stage and his eyes locked with yours for a moment, it was like the world disappeared. It was just the two of you.

Did he ever notice?

Did he ever feel what you felt? Was it possible he ever sensed the way your heart raced when he would grab your hand, as if the world didn’t matter and you two existed in your own little bubble just for a while? You wondered if maybe, just maybe, he’d caught the way your breath would hitch when he’d look at you with those brown eyes, like you were the only person in the room.

But now, all of that was left in the past. You were about to leave, and nothing between you two was ever going to change. You were just friends.

You thought about getting up and going after him. But what could you say? "I'm sorry I'm leaving?"

He was the first person to tell you to take that job, it wouldn't have made sense. So you stayed there.

The day had finally come. It felt surreal, the finality of it weighing on you as you stood in front of the door, ready to say your goodbyes. You had spent the last few days avoiding the inevitable, pretending like you still had time, still had something to hold onto. But now, as you stood there, your suitcase in your car and your heart feeling like it was somewhere deep inside your chest, the reality of leaving was all too clear.

You walked into the living room, where the band was gathered. They were all quieter than usual. Folio was the first to greet you, giving you one of his bear hugs that made you feel both comforted and sad at the same time. “Take care of yourself, alright?” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Don’t forget the pictures. And don’t be a stranger.” You nodded, blinking back the sudden lump in your throat.

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” you managed to say, your voice wavering a little.

Then, one by one, the others came over to say goodbye.

“Don’t forget us,” Matt said, pulling you into a quick hug. “I'll miss the food you made for us.”

You laughed and pushed him away as he pretended to be hurt.

Finally, there was Noah. He was standing a little apart from the group, his hands in his pockets. He didn’t approach you right away, and you weren’t sure why that felt different. But when your eyes met his, his gaze softened, and you could see something unsaid flickering in his eyes.

He stepped forward slowly, pulling you into his arms, and for a moment, you didn’t want to let go. You hugged him tightly, the warmth of his body against yours a reminder of all the small moments you’d shared over the years. You could hear his breath, steady and calm, like he was trying to hold onto this moment too.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, and the quiet between you both felt almost too much to bear.

“I’m really going to miss you,” you whispered, your voice cracking just slightly.

Noah gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His hand lifted, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, a touch so tender it made your heart ache.

“I’ll miss you too,” he said softly, then, without saying another word, he kissed the top of your head.

You only looked at him for a few seconds before taking a step back, as if if you stayed longer, it would only hurt more.

Then, you finally turned toward the door, ready (or maybe not) to leave and start something new. But you also knew, deep down, that no matter where life took you, a part of you would always be right here, with them. And with him.

About two hours later, Noah was sitting on the edge of the couch, his leg bouncing up and down nervously, the restless energy radiating off him like a low hum. His gaze was distant, unfocused, as if he was somewhere miles away from where he actually was, lost in thoughts that seemed impossible to escape.

Nick, who had been trying to make sense of the silence in the room, finally broke it. "What's going on with you?" he asked, eyeing Noah with a raised brow.

Matt, who had been observing Noah for a while, leaned forward, a knowing look crossing his face. "It's about Y/N, right?"

Jolly, sitting across from them, raised an eyebrow. "Y/N?" he echoed, confused, like he hadn’t caught on.

Matt shot him a look as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course, it’s Y/N. He’s been in love with her since the first time he saw her."

Nick blinked, a little stunned. "What? And you never told me?" He looked genuinely surprised, a slight hint of betrayal in his voice.

Folio let out a smug little laugh. "Ah! I knew it. I ducking knew it!"

Noah, who had been tuning them out, suddenly snapped back to reality. He stood up, his frustration bubbling over. "Enough. You’re not helping," he interrupted, his voice louder than usual, the words spilling out in a rush. "I fucked up. I let her go. I feel like shit. Because…" He hesitated, but it was like the weight of it was too much to keep in. "Because I love her. I’ve loved her for years. And when she told me about the job… I thought it was too late to say anything." He shook his head. "I’m such an idiot. I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Yeah, you are." Said Folio, who had been waiting for the confession.

"It’s not too late." Jolly spoke.

Noah turned to him, shaking his head with a defeated look in his eyes. "Yeah, it is. She’s gone."

Matt glanced at his watch. "Her flight hasn’t left yet," he said, his voice steady, as if offering a lifeline Noah hadn’t considered.

Noah froze, his eyes wide for just a moment before the doubt came crashing in. "I can’t do it," he muttered.

Nick leaned forward, a serious expression on his face. "Do you love her?" he asked, not bothering with any other words, just cutting straight to the core of it.

Without thinking, Noah nodded immediately. "Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper but resolute. "Yes, I love her."

Nick didn’t waste any time. "Then go," he said, his voice firm. "Go fucking get her."

The words hung in the air, and for a split second, Noah didn’t move. He was caught in all his own doubts, his fears, his regrets. But then, something clicked. Maybe it was Nick’s certainty, maybe it was the look in his friends’ eyes, but Noah felt it—he had to go. If he didn’t, he would regret it forever.

He had nothing to lose.

Noah never thought he’d be that guy—the one who ditches his car in traffic, sprints through a crowded airport, and makes a total fool of himself in the name of love. And yet, here he is, running through the terminal, heart hammering in his chest, lungs burning with every breath, because you’re about to board a plane and leave, and he can’t let that happen.

Traffic had been his worst enemy, but he didn’t care. His car had been left behind in the middle of the arrivals lane, engine still running. The thought of you, suitcase packed and ready to leave, was all he could focus on. Every second spent on the road felt like an eternity, but he had to get to you.

He run through the airport.

He narrowly avoided a child who’s been skipping along, then almost tripped over a suitcase abandoned in the middle of the aisle. He bumped into people left and right, his shoulder knocking into a couple who glared at him as he shouted, “Sorry! Sorry, I’m in a hurry!” He didn't wait for their response, didn't care. His focus was on you only.

He cut through crowds, hands brushing against strangers as he weaved between them, the sound of his own breath growing louder in his ears. Another wave of people blocked his path, and he barely managed to swerve, knocking into a woman holding a cup of coffee. It splashed across the floor, the warm liquid spreading out in a wide arc.

“Watch where you’re going!” she yelled.

"I'm so sorry! It's important, I swear!"

The overhead announcement blared, sharp and unrelenting. Final boarding call for Flight 237, please... He didn’t hear the rest. His mind was focused on one thing: You. The gate was in sight. There you were, standing at the counter, your ticket in hand, a look of quiet resolve on your face, your eyes scanning the people around you.

"Wait!"

Heads turned. People gasped. A security guard stepped forward as Noah sprinted toward you, chest heaving, his breath coming out in ragged bursts.

"Don’t go," he blurted out, his voice raw with desperation.

Your brows furrowed as you turned to face him. "Noah, what—?"

He took a step closer, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to confess everything he’d kept locked away for years. "I love you," he said, the words tumbling out, frantic and real. "I fucking love you," He could barely keep his breath steady as he looked at you, his heart thundering in his chest. "And I know—I know I should’ve said this sooner, that I should’ve told you everything before it got to this point. I should’ve been braver, I should’ve figured it out sooner, but I didn’t. I’ve been so damn stupid, too scared to say what I’ve been feeling because I never wanted to mess this up. But I can’t—I can’t let you go without telling you, because if I don’t, I’m going to lose you, and I can’t lose you."

He ran a hand through his hair, "I know I don’t deserve a second chance. Hell, I probably don’t deserve even one, not after all the times I avoided the truth, but please—please don’t get on that plane. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. It scares the shit out of me, honestly, because I’ve let you slip through my fingers, and I’ve never been more afraid of anything in my life than losing you."

He took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself. "Please, just… give me a chance. Don’t go. We can figure this out. You and me, together. I’ve been an idiot for not telling you this sooner, but I know now—I know what I want. And it’s you. It’s always been you. Just don’t walk away from me. Not when I finally have the guts to tell you that I have been in love with you since the first moment I saw you."

There was a moment of silence.

You were sure that a girl was filming the scene, ready to post it on tiktok, probably without even knowing who Noah was.

The security guard took a step toward him, but Noah didn’t flinch. “Sir, you can’t be here—”

"Just give me one second," he said with his eyes locked on yours, pleading.

You stared at him for a moment, a mixture of shock and disbelief in your eyes. Then, as if the weight of his words hit you all at once, your ticket slipped from your fingers and hit the ground. Without thinking, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss.

It wasn’t like the movies—there wasn’t a crowd cheering or anything like that. Just the hum of the airport and the soft murmur of an old woman sitting nearby, who, after a brief pause, simply gave a small smile as she went back to reading her book. It made you almost laugh, the absurdity of it all.

Noah smiled against your lips, the warmth of your kiss sinking into his chest.

“You are such an idiot,” you murmured, smiling through the kiss, your hand gently resting on his cheek.

“But an idiot you love, right?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding the affection in your gaze. "Yeah, you idiot. An idiot I love."

You both shared one last smile before you pulled away, glancing back toward the gate. The security guard had stepped back, his hands raised in surrender.

Noah took your hand, leading you out of the airport, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief.

As you walked with him, you couldn’t help but tease him a little. "I never thought you’d pull the 80s movie move to tell me you love me."

Noah gave you a sheepish grin. "At least the security didn’t tackle me."

You laughed, the sound light and free, as the two of you walked through the terminal, together.

"You should write a song on that, you know?"

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[poisongirl616]

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chapter 6: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Summary: The Appalachian Mountains hide numerous monsters, and it's up to Taylor and the Bad Omens to prevent them from causing any harm. 

Word Count: 4.3k+

CW: mention of death, witchcraft, ritual sex, mild use of aphrodisiacs (CNC), teratophilia, female anatomy mentions on nonbinary character, swapping of bodily fluids (blood)

[Sex Stuff: Oral sex (nb receiving), overstimulation, PnV Unprotected (just cuz TeeTay has their tubes tied, doesn't mean you can get away with it. Wrap it before you yadda yadda)

This is RPF, and thus will contain real people, but names and events will be changed. If this bothers you too much, then please leave this temple without causing harm. 

A/N: It's my birthday and I'll post Noah Sebastian mild-monsterfucking smut if I want to 🥳 big thanks to @deathblacksmoke and @concretejunglefm for screaming over this for me

I brought back my AU title for this cuz it was way too fitting.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

I'm not sure what I expected when we walked into the Grove, but it certainly wasn't that I had already been here before. 

My heart rate skyrocketed when I recognized the exact spot where Nick hung in preparation to become a Vessel; where he lay as I screamed over his dead body. Why would they choose this place to do this? This was a terrible idea.  

I kicked my feet, signaling to Noah that I wanted to be put down. He loosened his grip on me and let me slide out of his arms. I felt immensely better now that I had been off my feet for the last bit of the hike, and especially now that I wasn't pressed to Noah's chest. 

My eyes kept being drawn to That Spot. “This is where Nick died,” I muttered.

“It's where we all died.”  

I turned to look up at him. “Well, except Jolly, but the river isn't too far from here." He shoved his hands into his pockets. “A lot of things happened here." 

I looked down at the ground as if I could find their bones amongst the roots and dirt. But I could now see why this place was important: there was something here that permeated the air above and the earth below. 

“Come on, we got a ritual to perform,” Noah said, tugging me back to earth by my bag strap.

He led me over to an area where a blanket had been spread. It was placed at the foot of a giant tree. I looked up into the branches, which seemed to warp and twist onto the air. They actually reminded me of Noah's antlers. Nick hadn't been kidding when he said I wouldn't be able to miss it. 

My thoughts went back to Nick. What was he doing right now? Was he going to be able to sleep tonight, knowing that I would be in someone else's arms?

“Hey! Airhead!”

Once again, Noah’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “You've got all the stuff we need,” he said, holding his hand out. 

I stuck the flashlight in my mouth to free both of my hands and started pulling stuff out to hand to him. There were seven candles of different colors, all unscented. They had something carved into the sides, but I barely had time to look. 

“I could've held the flashlights." Noah sighed in annoyance. 

“Nah,” I said, words muffled thanks to my lips being wrapped around–

Oh. Ew.

Noah placed all seven candles around the area, all equidistant from each other. He then held his hand out towards me. 

"I don't have any more," I said, mouth free of a flashlight.  

“A lighter, Airhead,” he said.  

“Oh,” I jumped, searching the jacket for a lighter. I handed it to Noah.  

“You gotta be in the circle for this part,” he said.  

I ducked my head and sheepishly stepped over the imaginary circle the candles made and moved to the center of the blanket. 

Noah went to light the candle at the base of the big tree. “That one has to be last,” I piped up.  Without missing a beat, he moved away from that candle to a different one. The wick burst to life, creating a soft glow that just barely lit the ground around it. At least I could Noah's outline now. 

As he went around the circle, I watched his back. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but I realized that parts of the Back Tree tattoo seemed to pulse slightly with a green glow whenever a candle's wick was lit. I guess the spell had started.

I sat down, drawing my knees up to my chest. I dug into the bag for any more things, but all that was left was the thermos. Probably some liquid courage. 

When all seven candles were lit, Noah sat down next to me. “Nick said we had to drink this," I said, holding up the thermos. I unscrewed the cap and gave it to him and poured what might've been half in it.  

"Cheers,” Noah said hesitantly, clinking the cup to the bottle. I lifted it to take a sip. 

It was not alcohol. 

It tasted… different. The consistency was like tea, but it was sweet and earthy, cloying and pepper-y. It did have a warmth to it as it settled in my stomach.  

“Alright. Now what?” I asked, holding back a burp.  

“I guess we get started?” Noah said, though he sounded unsure. 

I started taking off my jacket when Noah surprised me. “Nick told me about your boundaries.”  

“Huh?”  

“The things that made you uncomfortable?” Noah asked. I stared up at him. “Like, no blowjobs, don't refer to your–"  

"He told you about all that?” I asked, heat rising through my body.  

“Yeah, he also said he would knock my teeth in and not help grow them back if I ignored them,” he said.  

"He would,” I muttered.  

“I told him I wouldn't,” he said. I must've not looked convinced because he sighed. “Taylor, I promise I'll take care of you.” 

The sudden tenderness of that statement caught me off guard. “You… You promise?”  I asked, twisting the hems of the jacket’s sleeves between my fingers.  

He nodded, ducking his head down to touch my forehead with his. “I promise,” he stated.

It barely took anything for him to press his lips to mine. His lips were softer than I expected, taking me by surprise as his lips slanted over mine. Something shot through me, like a lightning strike, causing me to breathlessly gasp.

Suddenly, one of Noah's hands buried into my hair, holding the back of my head as he flicked the seam of my lips with his tongue. I found myself hesitating, my judgement momentarily lapsing. 

Noah must have sensed it before he pulled back. “Tay…?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The sound of my name softly falling from his mouth pulled me back under. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, making him lean down. I felt his free hand sneak around my waist to my lower back, where he pulled me up to where there was no space between our bodies. Earlier I had felt like I was being suffocated being pressed against him; his warmth leeched the cold from the Grove away, and it felt… good. Grounding, even.  

He suddenly pulled away, farther this time, leaving me dazed. "Breathe," he commanded, his voice not affected by our activity. I blinked up at him. His eyes were dark, lit only by the candlelight flickering around us. “We're not continuing until you breathe.”  

That was when I realized that I had been holding my breath for who knows how long. I breathed in for three seconds and exhaled for three more. As I did the same process again, he pressed his lips to my jaw, causing me to falter in distraction. 

After my third attempt to catch my breath, his lips returned to mine, hungrier than before. This time when his tongue pressed to my lips, I opened them with a sigh, letting him lick his way in. He tasted… surprisingly normal. Just the remains of that tea we had drunk. It sent a wave of heat down from my chest to the apex of my thighs.  

I combed my fingers through his wild hair, surprised at how luxurious it felt despite the tangles. It felt like I was making out with a regular person until my hand crept up and brushed against an antler. He groaned into my mouth, running a steadying hand up my spine below the jacket. He didn't pull away, instead muttering into my lips, “Take… Off.” 

It was easy to slip out of Nick's denim jacket. The cool air brushed along my bare arms, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin, until Noah wrapped his arms back around me. We didn't even part as I dropped the jacket somewhere off to the side. 

I felt his fingers run against the hem of my shirt, brushing against the skin of my stomach. I detached with a gasp, and Noah began to pull it upwards, but he was unable to.

The blanket of reality was settling over me, like a slap to the face. I didn't belong here. This place was too ancient, too sacred. And here I was, desecrating it with my human presence; desecrating it by attempting to fuck my partner's demigod best friend. 

“Taylor.”

The voice of said demigod pulled me back from the edge of an anxiety attack. Noah stared at me with concern. He cupped the side of my face, his long fingers nearly reaching the back of my head. 

“Don't think about what's going on outside of here,” he whispered, words hovering in the almost nonexistent space between us. “Stay here with me.”  

His tenderness with me was almost unsettling, but I still nodded. He licked his way back into my mouth, and I gave in to the warmth and melted into his arms. This time it was easier for him to pull my shirt off. 

I found myself reaching up and wrapping a hand around one of his antlers. The texture was as rough as I had expected it to be, like the bark of a tree. What I didn't expect was it to be so warm, almost like the rest of him. I tried to use my grip on it to pull myself up; at least put us on equal playing ground. 

He moved his hands down to my hips, pressing his fingers into the flesh behind them, and he pushed me down across his lap. I gasped as I felt the hardness beneath his jeans. Before I could try to pull myself up, he was pushing me back until my bare back was pressed into the soft blanket. 

He crouched over me and looked me up and down, like a predator that had just caught its prey. “Look at you,” Noah muttered, more to himself. He lightly dragged a finger down my body, from my collarbone to my belly button. I unconsciously squirmed, almost missing what he said next. “I knew I should've asked Nick for a turn before this.”

“What–” I tried to speak, but he silenced me with his lips pressing to mine once more. Heat simmered in my veins, turning molten and flowing down though my body. 

He pulled away and kissed my chin, then under my jaw, and then my throat. He trailed his kisses down until he got to my collarbone where I felt a quick sting. I hissed at the sensation until he sucked at the mark.

“Wanna mark you,” he muttered into my skin.  “Wanna make everyone know you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”  

A needy sound left my throat, and I felt him smile against my skin. "Mmm, I bet you'd like that, huh?” he asked. He trailed downwards, sucking multiple blooms in his wake. He paused at one of my nipples, taking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. 

I mewled at the sensation, arching into his chest when he sucked. “N-Noah.” At the uttering of his name, he released my chest with a small pop. He looked up at me through his lashes as he trailed light nips down my stomach. 

Noah hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down. His large hands stroked briefly down my legs, one running over my tattoo-covered scar. He brought his hands back up and this time took my underwear down with him.  

He sat back and looked over me, tilting his head. I shifted, prepping myself up on my elbows. “What?” I asked, heat rising to my face. The scrutiny in his eyes was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. 

“Gimme a second. It's… been awhile,” he said.

His hand trailed up the front of my left leg until he wrapped his fingers around the back of my knee. Lifting my leg up, he tenderly placed a kiss on my ankle. He then trailed his mouth slowly up my leg, his kisses getting wetter the higher they went. I felt my heart rate increase the closer he got to where I wanted him.  

When he reached the crease of my thigh, he moved to kiss my navel, earning a choked sound from me. As he trailed his kisses down the other leg, I tried wiggling my hips to move him. Instead, his hands roughly grabbed my hips and held them down. 

"Relax, lil rabbit. Lemme have my fun,” he said. 

“For someone who claims that it’s ‘been a while’,” I tried to say calmly, “you sure do seem to enjoy–” 

My complaint was cut off when his lips pressed to the bundle of nerves between my thighs. My words choked off and increased in pitch when he moved one of his hands from my hip to my thigh, pulling it outward as he flattened his tongue against the bud.  

“Fuck, fucking fu–” once again my words changed to a moan when he lightly sucked my clit in between his lips to tease at it with his tongue, a move that felt like it had to be illegal in the state of Virginia. Jesus fucking Christ, how did he know how to move his tongue like that– 

I felt the heat in my body intensify until a sheen of sweat coated my skin. I could barely think how and why he had me so close so fast just with his tongue alone.  Another swipe and my fingers curled into the blanket with a white-knuckle grip.  

When he teased my hole with the tip of his tongue, I knew I was gone. “Noah, Noah, Noah shit shit I'm gonna–!” A pulse rippled through my body, and my hips jerked but got nowhere thanks to his grip. He gently licked me as I rode it out, tapering my climax until he slowly pulled away to leave sticky open-mouth kisses to my inner thighs. My thighs twitched with every kiss. 

What the fuck.  

“Illegal in the state of Virginia, huh?” His voice broke through my blissful haze as I tried to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm.  

“Shut up,” I said between labored breaths. I lifted a trembling hand and swatted him on the back of his head. "Don't read my mind." I flopped back down onto the ground, boneless and satiated.

Or… maybe not. 

The ache between my thighs was still present; the warmth from earlier still settled in my gut. It was like my body wasn't satisfied yet. I wanted - no, needed more from Noah. 

He must’ve also been unsatisfied, as I felt his lips trail back up my thighs. I didn't give it a second thought at first until I flinched from his tongue lapping at my entrance. “Noah, what're you–”  

He dove right back in, ungodly sounds coming from him. I gasped out “No-ah, waiiit.” I moaned loudly as his tongue pushed further in. My fingers dug back into their place into the blanket until Noah pried one of them out and maneuvered it to the top of his head. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt a pang as muscle memory took over and my fingers wove through his hair. Nick liked it when I pulled his hair when he ate me out.  

I let Noah's hair slip through my fingers, wrapped my hand around one of his antlers instead. I pulled on it slightly, earning a moan from him. The vibrations from it caused me to shudder violently. 

I looked down at him at the same time he opened his eyes and stared up at me. All I could see in them was the candle’s flicker. I watched him move his hand from my thigh to my center as his mouth focused solely on my clit. He slid a finger into my entrance, causing my neck to give out and my head to fall back as a wave of pleasure rose over me.  

FUCK, YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.  

The sound of his voice in my head startled me. That's when I realized he had slid in a second finger at the same time he curled them up in tandem with sucking on my clit. My toes curled, the heat in my core flamed higher and higher.

“Noah, I'm gonna–”  

DO IT.  

“Noah, oh god–” 

NO, IT'S JUST ME.  

With a few more curls of his fingers, he pulled my orgasm free. My thighs shook and clenched as the pleasure crashed down on me, and he continued to lick me through my aftershocks as if he didn't want to miss a single to drop. I tugged on his antlers to pull him away, and he finally parted with a whiny huff.

I fell back to the ground, dizzy and panting as I tried to catch my breath. I stared up at the canopy of leaves blocking the night sky. The shadows created by the candle flames worsened my dizziness, and I shut my eyes. I could just barely hear Noah sitting up, as if he was miles away. He had said something, but I couldn't focus on him.  

HEY. YOU OKAY?  

His voice in my head helped bring me back to earth. I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me, his body slotted in between my legs. It might’ve been just me, but the light flickering over his face made him seem otherworldly; the shadows messing with my eyes seemed to make his antlers twist and turn, seemingly growing. 

“Yeah… yeah, I’m good…” I said, taking in deep breaths. 

The corner of his mouth lifted in his signature smirk, and he quickly vanished from view. 

I closed my eyes as I heard him rustling around, but it wasn't long before I felt Noah's presence again. “Don't go falling asleep on me now,” he said out loud. His voice sounded rougher. I opened my eyes again. 

Strands of his hair framing his face were stuck to his cheeks. I stroked my fingers along the skin, pushing back some of the hair behind his ear. The gesture was soft, shocking me a little, as well as him by the look on his face. He shifted and the hair fell back down into his face.

I felt his skin press to mine, and my body tensed up as he began to wrap my legs around his hips. He leaned down, kissing me passionately, and my worries melted away until there was only the carnal urge to have him inside me. I widened my legs a little bit.

I tried to pull away to ask him to hurry up, but he beat me to it.  

PLEASE… LET ME... FUCK, I NEED YOU SO MUCH.  

He sounded so desperate. I'd never seen this side of him before, so needy and vulnerable. Like the demigod persona had peeled back and I was witnessing the human man beyond the glass.

“Yes… Noah, please,” I muttered.

He took himself in hand and lined himself up, and the feeling of the head of his cock pushing into me made me gasp. He was gentle, working inside of me slowly as if he didn't want to break me. Our eyes met, and I could watch his reactions. I could see his patience slowly crumbling with every keen sigh that left my body.

When he was fully inside me, hips pressed to mine, he paused to let out a long breath he had been holding. He rested his forehead on mine, his antlers scraping beside my head. His eyes squeezed shut, and he was seemingly frozen.

"Noah?" I whispered to him. He made a noise that almost sounded pained, slightly shaking his head. His hair fell over us, obscuring the forest from view. It felt like we were the only ones out here.

"Noah," I said a little bit more firmly.  

I… I CAN'T. 

“What do you mean–” Speaking out loud seemed to be blasphemous in this space. What do you mean, you can’t?  

YOU FEEL SO GOOD I DON'T THINK I CAN KEEP CONTROL OVER MYSELF IF I–

Noah... I lifted my hand up to cup his cheek. His eyelids fluttered open, and even in the darkness, I could see that they were no longer his dark brown. They seemed to glow with a soft green light, like his tattoos earlier. Let go.  

At those words, Noah looked at me as if I was hand delivered by the Devil himself. He then pulled out halfway, only to push back in. He was still deliberately holding back. As he moved, I could feel the growl coming from his chest rather than hear it. Every push seemed to anchor me into the ground. 

Noah buried his face into my neck, alternating between kissing and biting the skin as he whimpered with each drag in and out. I gripped onto his shoulders, trying to find purchase with every thrust. I'm sure I was leaving scratch marks, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was after a rough thrust that had me crying out that I felt something tickle my nose. I brushed it away, thinking it was his hair. When it happened again, I opened my eyes to see that it was small white flower buds that were brushing my face. His antlers were sprouting flowers. 

I laughed out loud at the realization, causing Noah to pause. He pulled away, confused at first, but then he saw what I was laughing about. He grinned and violently shook his head, causing the tiny flowers to rain down on me, and my laughs turned to joyous shrieks.

“Come on, Noah,” I said breathlessly. “I said let go. I can take it.”

His demeanor shifted suddenly, and he looked down at me with his eerily glowing eyes.

NOT ENOUGH, HUH? 

Noah's hands slid down to my waist and he pulled me up off the ground. I yelped as he balanced back and propped me on his hips, roughly thrusting back into me. I cried out as he kept up that pace, holding me up with just his arms. “Noah, I'm gonna–!”

YOU'RE NOT GONNA FALL, I GOT YOU.

He finally sounded wrecked in my head, and his actual voice was reduced to swearing and choked sounds. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder to muffle the sounds I made as he bounced me up and down on his cock. 

COME ON, I WANNA HEAR THOSE PRETTY LITTLE SOUNDS. 

I pulled away then, and as he opened his mouth, I cupped his face in the palms of my hands to pull him in to kiss him. He pried my lips open with his own as he thrusted upward, hitting a spot in me that had me biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. The taste was sweet and metallic, and I'm sure he could taste it as well as our tongues met. A hand left my lower back to curl into the tangled mess of my hair, pressing me closer to him. 

I clenched around him and he groaned.  

FUCKING HELL, LITTLE RABBIT, YOU FEEL SO GOOD. 

The snap of his hips was falling out of rhythm; he was getting close.  

YEAH, SO CLOSE… SO CLOSE. TOUCH YOURSELF… FOR ME, PLEASE…  

My hand left his back, sliding down his tattooed chest to slip in between our bodies. It was awkward going, and I accidently brushed his nipple with my little finger which made him jump. The movement hit something in me, and I almost screamed.  

My fingers finally made the rest of the way down, dipping between my thighs to circle my swollen clit. I twitched and clenched at the same time he thrusted and hit that spot inside of me again. My third climax of the night hit me like a lightning bolt, burning me from the inside out. 

I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut until I fell limp into his arms. Noah snapped his hips up one, two, three more times before I felt him spill into me, a loud gasp leaving him. 

I clung onto him with what little strength I had left, trembling as I tried to collect my thoughts and my breath. I could feel our mixed arousal dripping out of me, but neither of us seemed to care at the moment. I groggily opened my eyes, realizing how dark it was. The candles had been blown out somehow, half-melted as if we’d been at it for hours and hours.  

Noah shifted a little bit, slipping out of me despite my small whimper of complaint. He laid me down on the ground, straightening the blanket around me. I closed my eyes, dizzy once again.  

I could hear him rustling around again. I might’ve passed out for a little bit, because it was with a jolt I felt something wet between my legs. When I opened my eyes, I saw him cleaning me with some wet cloth. It was too dark to tell. 

Exhaustion washed over me, and I weakly reached out for Noah. He paused but eventually took my hand and surrendered himself to lay beside me. I curled into his warmth as he pulled the blanket over to cover us both. I snuck my arm around the wide mass of his torso, smoothing my fingers over the scratches I had left. Instead of the sweat-slick softness of skin, I realized that the areas around the marks had turned into the texture of tree bark.  

I let myself soak in the afterglow of the moment, knowing full well that in the morning I would be delivered back to Nick, and everything would go back to normal.

Except, with a pang, a tiny part of me knew that nothing would go back to normal. Not after this. 

A chill skittered down my spine, but not from the cold though. I shuddered as that realization hit me like a truck, but when Noah brushed a hand over my hair and made an inquiring noise, I shoved the thought to the back of my mind and kept still.  

For now, everything was alright. For now, everything would be okay.

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The party around you buzzes. 

It’s the end of the year – New Year’s Eve – and everyone is here. The band's place is stuffed full of all of your friends. You’ve had a drink or two already, just to curb the bubbling anxiety that has settled in your belly. 

These things aren’t for you, but at the same time you like seeing everyone. You haven’t seen some of these people in ages, and really it is nice to see some familiar faces again. 

You’ve only seen Noah for a moment. 

Things between you have been interesting since the encounter. Noah has kept a little more distance and while it had stung at first, you’re somewhat glad that he had taken that step. Getting that close to him had ignited a few feelings you had been very happy to ignore so far. Having a little bit of forced distance between you had given you time to reevaluate how you feel. Unfortunately, you had always come back to the same conclusion. 

The things you feel for him are just a little bit more than friendship. 

You can’t tell where he stands on the matter, but there’s a small part of you that hopes that he feels somewhat similar. 

You’re ripped from your thoughts by the sounds of commotion in the kitchen. 

The source seems to be an animated discussion between Folio and someone you can’t immediately recognise. It distracts you enough for Noah to be able to sneak up on you. 

He drapes an arm around your shoulder, sidling up next to you. 

“What’s he up to?” he asks, trying to get a glimpse at whatever is happening. 

“I have no idea.” you reply. 

You can barely make out Folio, and you honestly have no idea of what they’re debating. All you can tell is that it clearly isn’t entirely serious. 

“You wanna head upstairs with me? I have something I’ve wanted to show you for a while.” 

If he hadn’t sounded so earnest and things between you hadn’t been so off you would have made a joke out of it. Instead, you quietly follow up to his room. 

You know that he’s been looking for a place of his own, but seeing boxes stacked in his room still takes you a little aback. 

“Did you find a place?” you ask, pushing past some of the boxes so that you can sit down on his bed. 

The room feels so much colder than it usually does. 

Something about this feels odd. 

“I did. That’s what I wanted to show you.” he pulls up a page on his computer, motioning for you to join him, “I know you’ve been having issues with your landlord so – there’s a spare room that could be yours if you want it.” 

You sit on his desk chair and start to scroll through the listing. 

The place is stunning. 

Central, but in an area that feels like an actual neighbourhood. The rooms are spacious, and flooded with light. The living room is gorgeous, the kitchen looks to be newly renovated too. You know that Noah has already put so much thought into this, and really it’s a tempting offer. Maybe you would be less hesitant if it hadn’t been for that encounter.

“Can I think about it?” 

“Of course.” he gives you that pretty smile of his, “It’s just an offer. It’s closer to where you work, too, just in case that influences your decision-making process.” 

A small part of you wonders if that is part of why he settled on that apartment in particular. 

“While I have you up here, I think we should talk about something else.” Noah continues. 

You shoot him a questioning look, even though you already have a vague idea of what he wants to discuss. 

“When I came over to your place and you — got me off?” you give him a nod, prompting him to continue, “I didn’t want it to make things weird between us. And I think in trying to give you space, I made it weird. I’m sorry about that.”

“To be fair, I took a step back too.” you reply, “Let’s just forget about the whole thing.” 

Noah cocks his head to the side, “The whole thing? What if I don’t want to forget about it.” 

You swallow a breath. 

You can’t deny that you’ve been thinking about it a lot. The way he had looked up at you with tear stained eyes had seared itself into your brain. The visual of him thrust into your hand with nothing but pleasure had played on repeat in your mind. 

“I don't think that you want to forget about it either, hm?” Noah squats down in front of you, “I can’t stop thinking about how good you made me feel.”

He brings a hand to your knee, thumb gently caressing your bare skin. 

You force yourself to look at him. 

His eyes are so soft, and there’s nothing that tells you that he’d be upset if you’d ask him to stop this. He waits patiently for you to make your move, quietly watching you with a curious expression. 

You bring a hand to the side of his face. Noah leans into your touch, practically melting at the warmth of your palm.  

“What about everyone downstairs?”

“They’ll be busy for at least another hour. We have plenty of time. And if we miss the countdown, we’ll just say that I wasn’t feeling good, and you stayed with me.” 

He removes your hand from his cheek, and presses a kiss to the backs of your knuckles. 

He rises back up to full height, your hand still grasped in his. 

You let him pull you up from the chair. 

Noah mirrors your earlier motion and places a soft hand against your cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?”

The words just won’t come to you. The nod you offer seems to be satisfactory to him, though. Noah moves in so slowly, giving you plenty of time to move out of the way. 

The first touch of his lips against yours is so soft and chaste. You hadn’t thought about what kissing him would feel like. But when you feel the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you never want to miss it again. His hand remains on your cheek, keeping you close to him. In return, your arms wrap around his middle. 

Noah’s free hand comes to rest at the small of your back, and you can feel him toying with the tie that keeps your dress together. 

When you finally part, your head spins with the lack of air. 

“Sit down for me, will you?” he says softly. 

His hands slowly drift away from you when you take a step back to sit on the edge of his bed. A moment later, Noah sinks to his knees in front of you. He moves to take off your shoes, placing them somewhere off to the side. 

“Nothing you don’t want will happen. You can stop this at any point.” he says quietly, “We’ll only go as far as you want.”

You try your best to focus on the soft brush of his fingers against your calf, instead of the bubbling anxiety in your belly. 

It’s always like this. 

You want this – him – but when it gets to it, the anxiety to do well overwhelms you. 

“Hey.” Noah gives a gentle squeeze to your thigh, “Everything okay? You’re looking a little lost.” 

The concern on his face is unlike anything you’ve seen from him. You know that he cares deeply for his people, you included, but this feels different. 

“Just a little nervous.” 

“Don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart. I promise I’ll take good care of you. This is not the first time you’re doing this, right?” 

You shake your head. 

Maybe not the first time, but your anxieties had limited your experience quite a bit. More than a few partners had headed home again without seeing any kind of action after you’d gotten too into your head to enjoy it. 

“Okay. Can I do something to make this better for you?”

You look down at him, finding only comfort and warmth in his eyes. 

“Can you tell me what you’re doing? I keep trying to anticipate what’ll happen and –” 

“Takes you right out of the mood, huh? Well, we can’t have that. I’ll tell you exactly what I’m doing. All you have to do is lie back and feel good. Sound good?” 

You give him a nod in return. 

“Has anyone ever eaten you out?” his voice is surprisingly calm considering the nature of his question. 

“Just once, but – it didn’t seem like he enjoyed it.” 

Noah scoffs, shaking his head. 

His voice turns so awfully soft when he finally speaks up again, “Will you let me show you how good it can be? For both parties?”

“Will you?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, “Do you want to stay like this or do you want to lie back?”

“Like this is okay.” 

“Good, if something feels off, let me know. No hesitation. I want this to be good for you.” another kiss to the inside of your thigh, a little higher this time, “Do you want to keep your dress on?”

“Is that okay?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with. If you want to keep it on, that’s okay. You wanna push up your hips for me?” 

You do as he asks, allowing him to take your panties off. He’s careful, slowly sliding them down your thighs. 

“Put on something cute before you came here, huh? Got all dressed up just for me.” he speaks more to himself than anyone else. 

His hands roam across your thighs, giving gentle pressure to make you part them. 

“Spread your legs a little, darling.” when you’ve made enough room for him, he continues, “I’m gonna touch you now, just with my fingers.” 

His fingers slowly trail up your thigh. His touch is feather-light, barely there. You hold your breath when he reaches your centre. The tips of his fingers brush through your folds, until they catch at your clit. You gasp when he circles his fingers across the bundle of nerves. 

“Don’t be shy, darling. Let me hear your pretty sounds.” 

He keeps up the slow, gentle touch for a good while. Occasionally, his fingers drift a little lower, swiping through your folds again. With every pass, his focus shifts towards your entrance. You try your best to focus on him, but it’s already so hard to keep your eyes open. 

Noah gives you another warning before he begins to tease the tip of one of his fingers into you. 

He takes his time working his finger into you. The slow, teasing touch makes you gasp out loud. And, as his finger sinks deeper into you, you let yourself fall back against the mattress. 

“There you go, baby. Does that feel good?” Noah asks softly.

You whine out a yes, but Noah doesn’t seem to be very happy with that. 

“Words.” He says then, sounding almost a little taunting. 

His fingers still, as he waits for your response, eyes fixed on your face so very expectantly. 

“Feels good. Feels so good.” you choke out. 

“That’s it. Gonna let me get a taste of your pretty little pussy?” 

“Y-yes.” 

He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Thank you.”

Noah removes his finger again and a moment later, you feel him trailing a barely there line of kisses up your thigh. And then you finally feel his lips pressing against your folds. 

At first, it’s a soft little kiss, but then you feel the tip of his tongue dragging through your folds. He moves so slowly, that you feel like you could stop him so easily if it becomes too much.  

You shift yourself upwards, in the attempt to get a glimpse at him. And when you look down, Noah meets your glance with the softest look. 

You feel him smile against you, before he pulls away just so. 

“Still feeling okay?” He asks. 

This time, your nod is enough for him. 

Noah quickly dives back between your thighs, burying his face there once again. He’s so careful with it. There’s something devotional about it. His attention is entirely on you and your pleasure. 

You bring a hand into his hair, remembering how he had shuddered last time. 

Noah lets out a sigh in response, but shows no sign of wanting to remove himself. In fact, you think that he sinks even deeper into you. You can just make out the flutter of his lashes against his cheeks as he continues his efforts. 

He gives a first experimental suck to your clit before he pulls away again. 

“Think you’ll be okay with my fingers inside?” 

“I want to try.”

“That’s good enough for me.” He presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Just keep making those pretty sounds for me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

He keeps his focus on you while he eases his pointer finger back into you. When you give him no sign of discomfort, he returns his lips to your core. 

Noah gives the softest little kitten licks to your clit, drawing whine after whine from you. As overwhelming as it feels, you just can’t tear your eyes away from him. 

Soon enough, he starts to work a second finger into you. The stretch of it makes you sigh, and the grip of your hand tightens in his hair. And in turn, you’re rewarded with a moan from Noah. 

The careful curl of his fingers, mixed with the steady licks he gives to your folds, drags you closer and closer towards your climax. 

“Noah.” you choke out, making him look up at you. 

“Getting close?” he asks, “You wanna cum for me? Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me?”

You can only give him a desperate nod in reply. 

“That’s it baby. You’re so tight around my fingers. I bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” you don’t understand how he sounds so unaffected by all of this, when you feel as if you’re about to be torn apart, “Come on, let me feel you. You’re so close, aren’t you?” 

You’re right at the edge of it, but something is still holding you back. You let out a whine, hoping that it’s enough to tell him that you need more. 

“Aw need a little more, sweetheart? That needy little pussy just can’t get enough, hm?” 

He brings his thumb towards your clit. The slow circles he draws there, are enough to push you over the edge. You feel yourself clenching around his fingers, as you cry out in pleasure. You’re suddenly so very glad that the music playing downstairs is loud enough to disguise the sounds you’re making. 

Noah works you through your climax with practised ease. The gentle praise he showers you with only makes you feel dizzier. 

Eventually, his fingers slow until he stills entirely. 

“You did so good for me.” he says softly, “I’m gonna pull out my fingers, okay?”

You give him a nod. 

Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls his fingers from you. His fingers immediately dip between his lips. His eyes fall shut again, and he lets out a pleasured hum. 

“Noah?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

His eyes fly up to meet yours, “Hm?” 

“I want you.” “You just had me, sweetheart.” Noah says with a smirk.

“All of you.” 

“All of me?” the smirk fades into something you can quite identify. 

He rises up to his feet and for a moment, you think that he’ll turn around and leave. But instead, Noah leans down to you, placing a hand against your cheek. 

“I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?” 

Your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute. Since the evening when you’d gotten him off, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. 

“Please, Noah.” 

His lips meet yours just a split second later. And before you know it, you find yourself on your back, with Noah hovering above you. 

You bring your hand into the hair at the back of his neck, to keep his lips on yours. 

One of his hands drifts up your thigh and under your dress. You feel his fingers digging into your waist. 

From your lips, Noah trails a line of kisses along your jaw and neck. You sigh when he sucks a pretty little mark into the skin of your neck. 

You try your best to tug his shirt out of his trousers, desperate to feel his skin beneath your fingers again. Noah seems to understand what you’re trying to do and quickly pulls his shirt off. He doesn’t return to you immediately, instead he moves to unbutton his trousers. You’re sure it’s just your imagination, but for a brief moment, you’re sure that his hands tremble just a little. He drops them onto his desk chair, together with his shirt, before he finally returns to you. 

You scoot back, making a little more space for him on the bed. Noah kneels between your parted thighs. You let your eyes wander across his mostly bare body. His chest heaves with quick breaths. You can’t deny the bubbling anxiety in your belly, either. 

Taking this step could change everything between you.  

You bring your hand to his waist, to guide him back to you. 

Noah meets you in another quick kiss, before he sits up again. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, playing with the hem of your dress. 

As much as you want to seize up, you have to feel his hands on your body. And so you give him a nod. 

Noah helps you sit up, allowing him to take off your dress. You don’t care where it lands because as soon as your body is bared to you, his lips are back on your neck. His hands roam across your body, and now you’re actually able to feel the tremble of his hands. 

Noah kisses his way across your chest, grazing his teeth against your collar bones. You bring a hand between your bodies, pressing your palm against the bulge in his boxers. Noah’s forehead instantly drops to your shoulder. The groan he lets out makes you shiver. 

“Careful, baby.” he sounds so breathless already, “Don’t wanna finish before I’m inside you.” 

He shuffles out of his boxers, finally giving you a proper view of him. 

“Hurry up then.” You say, once again reaching out for him. 

Noah manages to catch your hand in his before you get a chance to catch him. 

“Don’t get impatient now. You’ve been so good until now.” 

He leans over to his night stand and pulls open the top drawer. Somehow you hadn’t thought about protection until now, but you’re glad that he did. 

“Better to be safe.” He notes as he tears open the package. 

Noah leans back over you, dipping down to steal a kiss from you. 

“Ready?”

You nod, bringing your hands to his waist. 

Noah remains focused on your face for a moment longer, before he looks down to where he’s working the head of his cock into you. 

The focused furrow in his brow makes you wonder if he’s struggling to keep himself composed. He takes his time with it, slowly working his length into you. 

Your hand remains on his waist, trying to steady both of you. 

“Oh—fuck.” His head drops against his chest, “You feel so fucking good.”

You wrap your arms around his body, gently coaxing him back down to you. Noah drapes himself across your body, burrowing his face against your neck. 

You feel his breath against your skin. He’s still for a long moment, his body heavy against yours. The weight of him eases your worries. He’s warm and comforting, skin so much softer than you had imagined. 

The skin of his back twitches when you move your hands. 

He begins a slow, steady rhythm. He rocks against you, barely moving away from you. But it’s enough for you. His lips return to the side of your neck, leaving what you assume will be a rather prominent mark. 

He sighs out your name, whispering it against your skin. 

With every thrust, he picks up a little bit more movement. Noah still doesn’t allow a lot of distance between you, but with the extra bit of leverage, he manages to hit all the right spots. 

You’re not sure how long you’ll last. 

The intensity of the moment is quickly dragging you towards your climax. Your belly already feels so taught. 

You can’t tell where his body ends and yours begins. 

Your name is a prayer on his breath. You’ve long given up on trying to form actual words. Between the moans and sighs that fall from your lips, you barely manage to utter his name. 

Your fingers dig into his back. Noah gasps against your skin. You swear that you feel teeth scraping against your bare shoulder. 

It’s a slow unravelling. 

Your climax hits you in slow waves, dragging you under like a current. Noah stills above you. You feel him release into the condom with a quiet gasp. His breath fans out against your skin. 

He stays where he is for a long moment. 

Noah’s back rises and falls beneath your palms. A part of you wants to keep him close like this forever, but you know that you’ll have to face the people downstairs at some point.

Eventually, he begins to pull away from you. Your hands stay on his body as long as possible. But once he has sat up completely, you’re practically forced to let go of him. 

“I’ll be right back with you, sweetheart.” 

He gives a barely there squeeze to your waist just before he gets off the bed. 

You don’t have time to feel shy about being entirely bare, as Noah quickly returns to you. You find yourself scooped up in his arms. Before you know it, he’s wrapped all around you again, this time with his chest pressed up against your back. 

There’s so much you want to say, but you just don’t know where to start. 

Noah’s arm snakes around your middle, somehow pulling you closer against him. You wrap your hand around his. 

He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“So about that room –” you say quietly, scared to disturb the mood.  

“It’s yours if you want it.” 

“Gonna make me sleep in the spare room, huh?” 

You hope that you haven’t read too much into all of this. Every little touch is still embedded in your mind. The way he had looked at you is burned into your brain. And in that moment, all you hope for is that you’re not the only one who feels like this. 

“Can you look at me?” he says and is voice is so unexpectedly soft then, “Please.” 

Noah eases his hold on you enough for you to turn around. 

His brow is furrowed so faintly, “Would you want me like that?” 

“Noah.” 

“Please – I need to know.”

Just like you had done at the beginning of the night, you place your hand against his cheek, “Of course I do.” 

The corners turn up into the faintest beginning of a smile, before he dips down for a kiss. 

“Does that mean that I can call you mine?” 

The barely there nervousness makes your chest ache a little. 

“Only if I can call you mine too.” 

He breaks into that pretty smile of his, “I think this might be the best start into a new year so far.” 

And really, you can’t disagree with him.

The party downstairs is long forgotten. The important thing is right here in front of you. And as selfish as it feels, you’re glad that you have him all to yourself in that moment because truth be told, this has been a long time coming. 

Eventually, you hear the fireworks, but neither of you moves even a muscle. You stay here, wrapped up in your own little moment, wholly entranced by each other. And for the first time, you realise that he’s been yours for a while, just like you’ve been his for just as long. 

All it took was a little nudge.

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CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS??? PLEASE

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God imagine Noah growing at you in bed or growing louder cause i could just die imagining it

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the worst part is that he knows what he’s doing. don’t think for a second that he doesn’t. he knows what it does to you. knew from the very first second of sinking inside you and the low accompanying rumble that escaped his throat, and he takes pleasure in knowing it gets you all hot and bothered.

so when his forearms are bracketing your head and his biceps are flexing with the effort of keeping himself up, he somehow still manages to find the strength to dip down real low to growl in your ear just to feel the way your walls flutter.

“you like that, baby?”

paired with a particularly deep thrust, you’re rendered speechless. no matter. it was a rhetorical question anyway.

“I know you do.”

the way your pussy clenches around him doesn’t lie, and it’s a vicious cycle because keep doing shit like that and you’re sure to keep on coaxing more growls out of him. and when you’re so delightfully responsive to said growls, the cycle never ends.

he growls when he eats pussy too.

who said that? not me.

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handmade my feelings for you - nick folio x noah sebastian

warnings: swearing, handjobs (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

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Something about Nick makes him feel a little insane tonight. He’s always had a little bit of a crush on him, but it’s especially bad at the moment. Noah doesn’t quite understand why, either.

Maybe it’s because recently, Folios started getting a little bit touchier with him. He hasn’t missed the little brushes against his waist when Nick passes by him. The way he’s standing a little bit closer to him, or how he’ll sit so close next to him that their thighs touch. And then there’s the way he catches him staring sometimes.

He tried to brush it off for a while, tried to convince himself that he was just imagining it. And then it had happened.

He hadn’t meant to.

He’d simply gone to check where Folio was after their show and poked his head into the shower room. Hearing the soft sighs that sounded unmistakable like him had flipped a switch in his brain.

He absolutely has to know what kind of pretty sounds he can pull from him.

Noah had managed to swap rooms often enough to end up sharing with Folio. He’ll figure out a game plan when it comes to it.

“Do you want to shower first?” Noah asks.

“Yea — sure.” Folio barely looks at him, but he can tell that it’s nerves rather than actual avoidance.

Noah decides to bite the bullet then.

He slowly moves closer, effectively caging in Folio between his body and the bathroom door.

“Or — we could save a little water.”

Noah brushes a finger down the length of the other's arm, making him shiver.

Nicks gaze flits from where Noah is touching him back up to his face. Noah slowly drags his fingers up his arm and across his shoulder, until he can hook them under Nick’s chin to keep his focus on him.

“If you don’t want this, I can back off, and we’ll forget about this. But if you want me —“

“I - I want it. I just — I’ve never been with another guy.”

“It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. If you want it, we’ll just see what feels good.” He says softly, hoping that it’ll ease his nerves a little bit.

“That’s okay.”

“You wanna see where this goes?”

Folio gives him a nod then, breath caught in his throat.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Y-yes.” He sounds so awfully shy then and Noah can’t help but smile.

He moves his hand to the side of Nicks face and gently traces his thumb across his cheek. He leans in so slowly, giving him plenty of time to back out.

The first brush of his lips against Nicks fills him with static.

Nick lets out the softest little sigh when they finally meet. Noah moves at his pace, only deepening the kiss when Nick parts his lips for him. He brings his hand into Nicks hair, keeping him so very close.  

And when they eventually part, they’re both breathless. Noah can’t stay away from him for long though, and he quickly dives back for another kiss.

“You wanna get that shower?” He asks, still so very close to him.

Noah lets his hand wander across the other's side, slowly working it under his shirt. His skin is so warm under Noah’s palm, and he can’t wait to feel all of him.

“Yes.” Nick chokes out, evidently a little overwhelmed by the whole thing.

“We can stop whenever you want. Your pace.”

“No I want this. I want you.”

Noah can’t stop the smile that forces itself onto his face.

“Good. Then let’s get to it.” He gives a squeeze to his side.

He helps Nick undress. Nick manages his shirt just fine, but his hands are too shaky to get the button of his jeans.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll take good care of you.”

He pops the button and slowly works the jeans down Nick’s thighs. Once they’re both stripped down to their underwear, Noah returns his hand to Nicks waist. He moves closer to him, pressing his body up against Nicks when he leans in for another kiss. Noah shifts his hips forwards so that he can grind them together. He backs Nick up against the sink.

Nicks trembling hand finds its way to Noah’s waist. Noah reaches for his free hand. He laces their fingers together, in hopes that it’ll calm his nerves a little bit.

“I’m gonna start the water okay?” He says eventually, barely moving away from Nick, “I’ll be right back with you.”

He quickly slips out of his underwear, before turning on the water. He waits for it to be at a comfortable temperature before he turns back to Nick.

The nervousness is obvious on his face now.

“Hey.” Noah comes to stand in front of him again, “It’s all good. If you just want to hop under the shower and skip all of this, that’s okay. I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

“I just don’t know what I’m doing. What if I don’t like it? What if you don’t like me?”

Noah takes Nick’s hand back into his.

“If you realise that you don’t like it after all, that’s okay. Sometimes it sounds good in your head, but when you do it, it doesn’t feel like you expected. I won’t be upset. I can assure you though that I absolutely do like you. Have for a little while, too.” 

He hadn’t planned to make this confession now, but Noah also understands that Nick needs to hear this. He knows how nerve-wracking this is. And if he can offer some calm, he’ll do it. 

Nick gives a hesitant nod in return, “Okay.” 

“You wanna keep going?” 

“Yes.” his reply sounds a little more firm this time. 

Noah pulls their joined hands up, allowing him to press a kiss to the back of Nick’s. He releases his hand and brings it to the waistband of his boxers. 

“Gonna let me see you?” he asks, plucking at the elastic. 

Nick slowly eases the garment down his waist. 

Noah vividly remembers the first time he was in this position and how absolutely terrified he had been of it. He’s determined to make it at least a little less scary for Nick. 

He lets his eyes wander across the newly bared skin. 

“You really are pretty everywhere, huh? Can I touch you?”

As soon as Nick nods, he lets his hands wander across his chest and tummy, down to his waist. 

“I’ve been wondering how it’d feel to touch you, you know? If you’re ticklish in this or that spot, what kind of sounds you’d make.” 

When his hand rests at the dip of his waist, Noah slowly walks them backwards under the spray of the shower. Nick follows him so easily. 

He gives Nick a moment to get used to the water, before he lets his hand wander again. 

Noah leans down for another kiss. He just can’t get enough of how Nick melts against him. When he thinks that Nick is sufficiently distracted, he brings his hand lower still. At first, all he does is brush the backs of his fingers down his length. And when he doesn’t shrink away, Noah carefully wraps his hand around him. 

Nick gasps against his lips, and Noah can’t stop himself from smiling. 

He adjusts his grasp a little before he gives a first tentative stroke. Noah quickly finds a rhythm that makes Nick’s breath hitch.

“That’s it. Just let yourself feel good.” Noah says softly, not wanting to jostle him too much, “Don’t be shy, let me hear you.” 

He shifts his focus to the head of his cock, drawing his thumb over it in slow, steady circles. 

Nick lets out a stuttered gasp, and Noah’s sure that he’s never heard a prettier sound. 

As much as he wants this to be just about Nick, his own need is starting to become overwhelming. Noah moves closer, allowing him to take his own cock into his hand too. 

He sighs when they make contact. 

Nick lets his head drop against his shoulder, letting out a breathless moan that Noah almost mistakes for a whine. 

“I’m not gonna last.” Nick says between the soft sighs that fall from his lips. 

He almost sounds upset about it, and Noah can’t help but feel a little endeared by it. Noah doubles his efforts, now desperate to see him fall apart at his hand. 

“Gonna cum for me?” he asks, trying his best to hide the desperation in his voice, “I’m so close too. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

Just a moment later, he feels Nick spill over his hand. The little whines and gasps he lets out, shove Noah over the edge, too. He buries his face in the side of Nick’s neck as he tries to keep the rhythm of his hand steady to work them both through their climaxes. 

Eventually, his hand slows until he lets go of them entirely. Noah stays where he is, though, keeps his lips pressed up against the other's neck. Once he feels as if his breathing has regulated again, Noah pulls away from him. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks, brushing some of the stray pieces of hair that cling to Nick’s forehead back, “Feeling okay?” 

Nick draws in a deep breath, “It’s never felt like that before.” 

“Is that a good thing?” Noah struggles to hide the amusement in his voice. 

“So good. I don’t know what I was so scared of.” 

“It’s new. You’re allowed to be scared of new things. How about we get cleaned up and finish this conversation afterwards? Don’t want the water to get cold on us.” 

Nick keeps a very noticeable distance from him once they’re tucked into bed. It’s almost as if he’s scooted an extra inch over just in case. It does sting a little bit, but Noah understands the anxiety that likely bubbles under his skin. 

“You don’t have to stay away like that.” Noah says eventually. 

“I didn’t want to assume.” 

Noah takes the initiative and crowds into his space, until their legs practically have to tangle together. 

“Always assume that I want you close.” Noah brings his hand to Nick’s cheek, “I’ll always want you ask close as I can have you.” 

He leans in to kiss him so tenderly, that it sends a shiver down his own spine. 

Nick shifts closer against him, wrapping his arm around Noah’s body. 

“I was so scared of feeling like this.” he says quietly, “I’ve never felt like this about another guy.”

“I know that’s scary. But we can take this entirely at your pace. Whatever you need.” 

“Can you kiss me again?”

The question is so simple, but Noah can’t possibly say no to him. 

With his face cradled in his hands, Noah pulls him into a gentle kiss. 

They’re still all tangled up when Noah wakes in the morning. Nick is still wrapped around him with his face buried against his chest, and Noah really doesn’t want to move him. He’ll stay here today, his run can wait. 

He’s been waiting for this moment for so long and right now, there’s no place he’d rather be. 

He presses a kiss to the top of Nick’s head, before he lets his eyes fall shut again. 

The day can wait.

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Nick’s on sabbatical, honey 🥴

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Nick doing the banana phone was a new highlight to my year.