#nick folio reader insert

[succumbtothenightmare]

Rest-Nick Folio

Pairings: Nick Folio x Reader

Warnings: maybe a swear or two? fluff, lots of it.

Summary: Reader plans a little rest and relaxation weekend away with Nick after a five-weeklong tour.

Authors Note: Enjoy this cute ass one-shot filled with so much fluff it'll make your teeth rot.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Nick's knee bounced with agitation or excitement.

I wasn't sure.

With a crooked smile, I shook my head. "I told you it's a surprise."

The cab pulled to a stop in front of the busy airport and while Nick grabbed our bags from the trunk; I double-checked our flight reservations along with our bed-and-breakfast reservation. Our flight was scheduled to leave on time, and we would land an hour before check in.

Perfect.

I pocketed my phone then looked over to Nick, who was walking over to me while carrying both of our bags. I offered to carry my own, but he smacked my hand away.

"Three years later and you still try to carry your own bags," he chuckled.

I sighed playfully. "I'm just trying to lighten your load, Nick. You've been working so hard the last few weeks and you only got back last night from tour."

The sounds of planes taking off over head echoed loudly around us as people maneuvered their way throughout the crowds, trying to make their own flights.

With his bag slung over his shoulder and pulling mine behind him, Nick laced our fingers together and we walked into the airport as I led us towards our gate.

"I was fine staying home with you, sweetheart. But you woke me up at five this morning saying you were taking me somewhere," Nick finished with a yawn.

Guilt pulled at my heart seeing how tired he was. Bad Omens finished their five-week-long tour last night in Los Angeles so thankfully, Nick didn't have a long travel day back home but even with him coming home at 2 this morning, I still had to wake him up early so we could make our 10 am flight.

Yesterday when I showed up to the venue for his show, that was the first time in five weeks that I'd seen him. We'd been together for the last three years so I was there from the beginning when Bad Omens were playing the small stages at Warped Tour to now watching them play in sold out venues for the last two tours. Ever since they blew up on Tik Tok and gained such an immense following, all the guy had been working tirelessly to be the best they could for their fans. Touring, writing music, or trying to get in the studio to record. They hadn't had more than a few days off where they weren't doing some kind of work so to say the deserve all the success is an understatement.

To say that Nick deserves this week away I had planned for us was also an understatement.

I also planned that this trip was a strict 'no work vacation,' and I sent a text in the group chat that I created of Noah, Ruffilo, and Jolly to let them know. While Ruffilo and Jolly wished us fun on our vacation, Noah told us all the cons of where we were vacationing too.

You know it rains like all the time in Washington, right? How is Nick going to ride a motorcycle or fish?

It's October, it's probably cold as hell. Why don't you guys go somewhere warm, I'm sure Nick would love to see you in that red bikini.

You sure you don't want us to come with? We could make it a Bad Omens get away and get some time in to write.

I swore my eyes rolled so far to the back of my head; I was sure they'd get stuck. Noah, always the cheeky one. I replied to him saying it was a strict no work vacation with only Nick and I and I'd left the red bikini back home.

"I'm sorry for waking you up so early but I wanted to make sure we'd make our flight," I defended with a slight pout.

Seeing how long the check in line was, I came to a slow halt and checked my watch. It was only 7:30 in the morning which meant we had plenty of time. Nick could tell I was a tad agitated so his thumb began tracing circles on the back of my hand as he held it.

"Can I at least have a hint where we're going?" He asked while bouncing on the soles of his shoes.

Fuck, he looked so good with his bottom lip pouted out like that. It'd been so long since we had sex that I was nearly crawling out of my skin wanting a taste of him. It was hard enough keeping myself off of him in public so when he took off his hat to shake out his hair then place it back on backwards, I nearly moaned into a puddled mess which Nick simply winked in response too.

"You know," I brushed the imaginary lint away from his shirt, "We're on vacation. You don't need to wear a Bad Omens shirt. This is supposed to be a work free trip."

Nick shrugged. "It's comfy."

The line for check in slowly moved up a few paces and when we came to a standstill again, I wrapped myself around him, not giving a shit about PDA.

"I've missed you."

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Nick mused while pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I wish you could have came with this tour."

I pressed my cheek to his chest, breathing him in. "Me too but there was no way my boss would let me take that long off. It was hard enough getting this week off."

We moved up another few steps before coming to another standstill. Since we had plenty of time before takeoff, I wasn't too worried with how long it was taking for check in.

Nick pulled me closer into his chest. "You should quit. I make enough to support the both of us and this way you can come on the Europe leg of the tour in a few weeks."

As tempting as the offer sounded, I was thankful I didn't have to give my answer because the line moved once again. I was about to detach myself from him to walk but Nick held tighter to his grip around my shoulder and walked with me. My hand slipped from his side over to the pocket of his jacket but quickly, Nick shifted which made his arm fall from around me.

I raised a brow. "Jumpy, aren't we?"

He cleared his throat before a smile spread to his lips. "I'm sorry, you scared me that's all."

My eyes narrowed, not believing a word he said, but choosing to ignore his weirdness I turned my attention towards the TSA lady as she began our check-in. Thirty minutes later, Nick and I were sitting in the seats near our gate, me staring out the large window towards the runway and Nick typing feverishly on his phone.

"What's Noah saying?" I didn't bother to ask who he was texting because I already knew it was Noah.

Nick turned off the screen then pocketed his phone. "He wanted to make sure we made it to the airport."

Bullshit.

Something was weird with Nick since the incident with me reaching over the pocket of his jacket. Here I was hiding this secret vacation all the while he was hiding something from me.

"Right," I muttered, leaning far back into my seat.

He let out a long breath and linked our fingers together, his thumb brushing across the skin of my hand, and the gentle touch made me rest my head against his shoulder. I felt every breath in and out he took, head rising and falling, and Nick tilted up my chin towards him so he could capture my lips in a kiss. It wasn't a full-blown make-out session, but deep enough to make my head spin and heart flutter.

"What was that for?" I asked breathlessly.

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's all."

By now, more people arrived at the gate, building a slight crowd, and inevitably, someone would notice Nick; someone always did. It wasn't like we were hiding our relationship but Nick never publicly made it known to everyone on the internet we were dating. Pictures of us filtered all throughout the web and people made their own assumptions, as they always did. I didn't mind if Nick kept our relationship on the down low because that meant we could enjoy the quietness of our relationship for a day longer.

"Someone might notice," I jokingly teased.

Nick hummed before leaving another kiss on my lips. "Let them."

I giggled into his lips and cupped his cheek as we pulled away. "I'm still not telling you where we're going."

Somehow, I kept it hidden what our destination was even at the gate because Nick seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

With a pout on his lips, he let me settle back into him by linking our hands back together.

Six days later and I was exhausted.

Nick was surprised and very ecstatic that I planned a vacation in Washington State. We hiked a few of the national parks; he fished almost every day, and we ended each night with a motorcycle ride, one we rented for the week. The weather was beautiful but not quite warm enough for that red bikini. When we weren't out doing things, Nick and I were laid up in bed at the bed-and-breakfast doing other things. Today was our last day, and I was more than ready to spend it in bed, continuing to do those other things, but Nick had other plans.

"Can you tell me where we're going?" I begged as I held onto his arm.

He lead me from the car up towards the forest trail, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, how the tables have turned."

Rolling my eyes, I watched as the setting sun cast us in an orange glow and marveled at how gorgeous Nick looked tonight. He wore a simple black shirt with jeans to match and his hair was slicked back. A bit dressed up for hiking but nonetheless, he was breathtaking.

"This will work," he said while coming to a stop.

I gasped when I stared down over the mountain ledge. Orange, yellow, and brown leaves atop of the trees and a flowing stream down below; the sound creating the perfect background noise to the atmosphere. Everything about the scene was beautiful that I pulled out my phone to snap a few pictures, oblivious to Nick who was standing right behind me.

"Sweetheart?"

"Hm?" I turned on my heels and this time, instead of gasping at the scene, I let out a high-pitched squeal. Nick was kneeling on one knee with a black velvet box in his hand, unopened. Sweat gathered at his brow as he let out a long, shaky breath.

"The last three years have been the most baffling but amazing years. You've stayed by my side through the lowest times of my life and the highest of highs with the band. When I thought we wouldn't make it big, you were there to cheer all of us on during our first show. You were there when we played our first sold-out show, and I hope you'll continue to be there when we win a Grammy."

Tears pooled at my eyes as I covered a hand over my mouth.

"I know being with me hasn't been the easiest sometimes. I'm almost always on the road or with the guys recording but yet, you still welcome me home with loving arms. You're everything I could ever ask for and then some. I truly don't deserve this but I am so thankful you haven't given up on me. You planned this entire weekend away so I can rest and I'm kind of high jacking the rest of the trip but I've been planning this for a long time. I wanted to ask you before I left for the Europe leg."

Nick let out another shaky breath as he opened the box; a black diamond with a gold band catching the light of the setting sun.

"Oh, shit," I muttered.

"I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry-."

"Fuck yes!" I shouted, not letting him finish.

With his own tears falling over his cheeks, Nick pulled out the ring, and it slid over my finger with ease. I jumped up, wrapping myself around him and crashed my lips onto his. His tongue immediately pushed its way into my mouth, tasting every inch, and my hands scratched and pulled at his hair. I nibbled on his bottom lip as he reluctantly pulled away. Both of us were crying happy tears, me more so than Nick, and he brushed them away with one hand while the other kept me hoisted up in his arms.

"Did the guys know about this?" I asked.

"Yeah, why do you think Noah wanted to tag along?" Nick chuckled.

I gently brushed the hair away from his eyes so I could stare deep into them. "Still want to support me?"

At first, he looked at me with a raised brow but then as he thought back to what he said back in the airport, he eagerly nodded. "Whatever you want, sweetheart, it's yours."

"Well," I kissed his lips tenderly. "Looks like I'm coming to Europe with you."

[unlimitedlust]

Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

Heyy, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and it took me some time to finally write it so I hope y'all like it!!

I'm new to this fandom and this is my very first Noah Sebastian fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimers: as any other content in this blog, this is a highly NSFW smutty story so if you're not into this kind of explicit content I advise you not to read it. Here you'll have a bit of plot and lots of porn, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), oral (f receiving), Noah being a giver, alcohol and lots of explicit descriptions.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

I wrote it to Sleep Token's "Chokehold", "Take Me Back To Eden" and "The Summoning", and also to Bad Omens' "The Death Of Piece Of Mind" and "What It Cost", so if you're into listening to something while reading, I recommend you these songs.

WC: 4.7K

Enjoy your time here and if you enjoy it, feel free to leave it a like and/or to reblog the story, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!

End of Author's Note

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You were Bad Omens’ photographer for the tour, the one responsible for taking all the pictures the fans would go feral online, especially Noah’s, and you couldn’t help but to keep giving them more material, because even though you’d never admit it, you’d also secretly had a deep crush on him. 

The guys from the band and the crew would often joke about how Noah’s pictures were the best ones and how you privileged him over the rest of the band, but you always dismissed the subject by saying that it wasn’t your fault he had the better angle since he was the lead singer. It was true in some aspects, yes, but your skills for taking fantastic pictures no matter how challenging the circumstance was were undeniable, so in the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to reach the conclusion that Noah was your favorite.

You often caught yourself admiring the pictures you took of him, his perfect angelical features in contrast with his tattoo covered skin, the way his eyes would catch the lens like he was staring right into your soul through the camera separating you.

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

They’d just played their last concert of the tour and you’d all agreed to make a small (kind of) party to celebrate it at the boys’ place.

You felt bittersweet towards the event. You were happy to be partying with them and being able to enjoy the moment without the concern of taking the perfect pictures. But on the other hand, you were sad you wouldn’t be seeing the band daily anymore and you’d miss them because you’d gotten attached to them and to their jokes, and also (and obviously) because you wouldn’t be seeing Noah anymore.

Your flight home for the morning after the party was already booked and you’d already checked in to save you some time.

So you sighed when you walked inside the big house in front of you. You, like always, held your confident and unwavering poise before everyone, but deep down you were uneasy. Was this the last time you’d be seeing him? In how long? Or ever?

You couldn’t hear the sounds of your heels clicking on the wooden floor because at each step you got closer to the party where loud music was blasting and you soon found the small crowd of people in the main living room already having their own fun.

You felt an arm hooking on yours and suddenly Folio was pulling you through the people towards the rest of the band and you couldn’t help but to smile at the unexpected gesture.

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned as you got closer to Noah, who’d been watching you from the moment you arrived, but you played it cool like always as you got to them and Ruffilo immediately put a bottle of beer in your hand.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

You didn’t know that, but he also had a strong crush on you and all of the band knew it. He always told them it was just a small crush and they should ignore it just as he did (or tried), because he wanted to keep it professional between you two.

But when you got to his sight and he saw you wearing that black leather crop top, with thin straps on your shoulders, just a zipper on the front imprisoning your breasts and highlighting your cleavage, along with a high-waisted skinny black skirt molding your curves and, mainly, your ass, bare toned legs on display and black boots on your feet, he was done.

You’d spent the last months practically living together in tour buses and stuff, but you always wore larger, baggy dark clothes that’d cover your body and blend you with the rest of the crew, so how well you looked caught not only Noah’s attention, but everyone else’s, the difference tonight was the fact that Noah just wouldn’t stop staring.

You felt confident, you knew you looked hot and secretly you’d chosen your clothes just for him, to impress him, to catch his attention. And your mission was successfully accomplished.

“Hey pretty” Noah reached his right arm out and pulled you to him in a side hug before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey handsome”

That exchange wasn’t new for you, it was like that every time you met, but this time, the way his lips lingered longer in your forehead as you inhaled his scent deeply got you very aware that something was different tonight. Was it because you were parting ways?

When he let you go he searched for the flustered expression you always had in your face when he did that, but sensed some apprehension instead, despite the grin forming on your lips.

Another thing you didn’t know is that Noah learned over time how to read you and he loved how cute you looked every time he got a shy smile out of your lips.

He loved how flustered you got when he gave the camera the looks he knew got you weak on your knees, because every time he did that, he saw how you unwittingly licked your lips as you checked out the pictures you’d just taken. And no, you didn’t have that same reaction over the pictures you took from the rest of the band, no matter how incredible they were.

“Gonna miss me now that the tour is over?” You teased him, taking a sip from your beer.

“Miss you? Why? We’re not going anywhere” Confusion splattered across Noah’s face as he had his full attention on you.

“You remember I live on the other side of the world right?”

His jaw visibly tensed when he finally processed the information you just brought him.

“Fuck…” Noah was frustrated “But you’re still coming for the barbecue tomorrow, right?” 

“Uh… Nope… My flight leaves early in the morning actually…” You felt guilty as the words came from your lips, the intensity of his glare over you stealing your breath as Noah looked like he’d just been stabbed.

“No, you can’t do that… Are you saying this is our last night with you until God knows when?”

He took a big gulp of his own beer, his knuckles white due to the hard grip on the bottle and on the counter behind him, until he sighed in defeat.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re never seeing each other again” You nudged him trying to cheer him up “All you gotta do is hire me as your photographer again” You winked at him and took another swing of your beer, but you didn’t miss the way he watched your lips wrapping around the bottle.

“You say it like we’ve fired you, but you forget you won’t get rid of us, and especially me that easy”

“Like I’d want to get rid of you” You rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve waited a little longer to go home though, are you that tired of looking at my face?” He teased, the smirk on his lips making you weak on your knees.

“Tired of looking at a catch like that? Never”

“You think I’m a catch? Good to know” The way his eyes burned as he looked at you up and down again raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re insufferable” 

“And you’re a terrible liar” He grabbed your hand “Now come on let’s have some fun”

The rest of the band along with other guests had gathered around the sofas in the middle of the room, all of them paying attention to Jolly, who was explaining the rules of the drinking game he’d just invented.

After a few drinks, beers and shots in, you along with anyone else got loose and the games that were tame at first got wilder as the night went on.

“Truth or dare, come on, never gets old and I’m dying for some revelations tonight” Folio spun an empty bottle in the center of the coffee table in front of them “bottom asks, top answers”

The bottle finally stopped spinning and you had the first round: Rufillo to Jolly.

Jolly chose dare and Rufillo made him drink 5 seconds of tequila.

Another spin. Folio to you.

“Come on honey, truth or dare?” He made the question with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truth”

“Let’s heat things up a bit then: of the people in this room, who would you make out with?”

Your cheeks burned red with his question as all eyes were on you and the room went silent waiting for your answer. Yet you weren’t shy, the alcohol in your system had you bold at that point.

“Noah” 

“Yet you always deny he’s your favorite” Folio pretended to be offended.

You winked at Noah, who was sitting by your side, eyes narrowed in you as he raked them over you, visibly satisfied by your answer.

A few more rounds went by until the bottle landed on Noah.

“Truth or dare, buddy?” Folio had evil intentions in his eyes again and of course Noah wasn’t going to be spared.

“Dare”

“I dare you to take a body shot on the person you find the hottest in this room”

Noah left his place by your side as the boys brought him salt, a piece of lime and a shot of tequila. When he got up you felt your heart sinking in your chest with the realization he might choose another girl, but when he knelt in front of you, you lost your breath.

Noah rested his tattooed hands on your knees, uncrossed your legs and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the couch, the way he manhandled you catching you off guard as he was now between your legs and your skirt rose higher, getting dangerously shorter.

Heat pooled in your panties as you watched him lean you backwards and prepare you for the body shot. He placed the small glass of tequila in your cleavage, poured salt on your neck and the piece of lime between your lips.

“May I?” He splayed his hands on your thighs as the smug on his lips grew wider.

Since your lips were occupied by the piece of lime, you only nodded, watching him lick his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck. 

Noah took his time on licking the salt off your neck, swirling his tongue and kissing your skin in the process, then made his way down to your chest where his nose brushed against the valley of your breasts as he wrapped his lips around the shot glass to down it, and for last came up for the lime on your lips, his own ghosting over yours as he took it with his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he teased you in front of everyone, fingers sinking on your thighs as he seemed to be holding himself back.

Rufillo cleared his throat loudly and Noah quickly stood on his feet.

“Fuck I’m dizzy” Was all you could muster as you got up as well all flustered, pulling your skirt down as you headed for the kitchen for some water.

You were so aroused you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your core ached between your legs as you pressed them together hoping for some friction. You chugged down a glass of cold water in a vain attempt to ease your nerves, but it wasn’t water you were thirsty for.

The feel of his tongue and lips on your neck still lingered, tingling, and you wondered what he would do to you if you weren’t surrounded by people.

“Thirsty?” Noah materialized behind you, practically caging you, but also keeping some distance.

His eyes were darker than usual, burning holes in yours as he waited for your answer, and you both knew very well that “water” wasn’t the subject, and since this was your last night with them, with him, you weren’t running away anymore.

“Been the whole tour” You fired back at him and he took a step closer.

“Same on my part” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers entangling with the hair on your nape while his thumb traced your lips “It’s a shame we waited this long… If you only knew all the ways I’ve had you in my mind…”

His husky voice sent your shivers straight to your pussy at his confession, and you wanted nothing but to have at least a sneak peak of what he’d had in his head. If only he could know what’s been to yours as well.

“Well now I can’t seem to understand why are you taking so long to show me?”

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

“Since I have a flight in the morning…” His hand slid down to your neck, choking you.

“And who says you’re getting into that plane tomorrow?” You couldn’t help but to moan when he tightened his hand around your neck just enough to make you melt into his grip “Let’s get out of here”

He let go of your neck and grabbed your hand, guiding you upstairs towards his bedroom. You stood in the middle of his room waiting for his next step as he locked the door behind him, the predatory gaze sending shivers down your spine as he checked you out once again.

“You are so fucking beautiful”

You couldn’t help but to blush at his confession as he stood in front of you, both hands cupping your face, admiring your delicate features.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you” He licked his lips, his eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes.

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

He crashed his lips against yours and you felt your body going limp in his arms as he deepened the kiss. You let your fingers trail their way through his dark soft hair as his tongue explored yours, devouring you. He kissed you passionately and his hands roamed free over your body, you nibbled his lower lip and he pulled your hips closer, making sure you’d feel how hard he already was, pressing against your belly.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t” He gasped, his restraint holding on by a thread.

“Who says I want you to stop?” Your hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt “I want your everything” You pulled his shirt upwards and he took the cue to help you take it off.

Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his body in admiration, every inch of him pure perfection in your eyes.

He kissed you again and guided you backwards to his bed, making your body collapse on it just as you felt your calves hitting its edge. Noah hovered over you, the thin chain around his neck dangling over you, almost touching your face as his hand ran up the side of your body from your outer thigh.

When he reached your ribcage, his fingers changed their path to the middle of your chest, to the zipper of your crop top, and you held your breath as he opened it slowly, eyes trained on you as the leather piece slowly slid off your breasts revealing them to him, nipples hard and sensitive on his full disposal.

“Fucking amazing”

Your lips met once more as he splayed one of his hands on one of your boobs, fondling it and pitching your nipple between his tattooed fingers. His body stood between your legs and you whimpered when he rubbed his clothed manhood against your aching center, covered only by helplessly damp lace panties.

His lips trailed kisses down your jaw towards your neck, where he now, very aware of your sensitivity in that area, covered your skin in with kisses and angry love-bites, clearly intending on marking you as his.

Your manicured nails ran up his back as his lips now peppered kisses down your clavicles to your chest, his mouth immediately latching on one of your breasts, suckling and nibbling your nipple, to then soothe the small sting with the softness of his tongue before switching his attention to the other.

You arched your back, legs spreading wider apart as you surrender yourself completely to his mercy, small cries of pleasure escaping your lips as you watched him, mouth and hands full of your boobs, the ache between your legs almost unbearable as you desperately needed him there, filling you.

“Noah please…” You pleaded as your legs tried to pull his hips to grind against you with no avail.

His voice was raw, deep and filled with lust: “Please what?” 

He teased, lips now traveling lower on your body, stopping only to give him enough room to take both your skirt and panties at once, throwing it randomly in his room.

“I need you to tell me what you want babe” He nibbled the skin right below your navel, and the realization of how close he was to your intimacy sent stronger shivers over your body as he kissed your inner thighs “Fuck you’re dripping”

“I need you inside me, please” You whined as his lips got closer to your hot center, his eyes admiring how glistening wet you already were for him before he blew his breath on you, making you quiver at the sensitivity.

“I will princess, but I need to taste you first”

Noah spread your legs wider apart and his tongue ran flat over your pussy, collecting and tasting all the arousal he could get, moaning against you as he finally got to taste you. His skilled tongue on your clit got you seeing stars in seconds as he worked on building your orgasm, and you prayed the music downstairs was loud enough to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, because you just couldn’t hold yourself back.

“You taste so fucking good”

Noah ate you like a starved man, feasting on you, taking pleasure in watching the sexed expressions on your face and how you helplessly writhed below him. He added a finger inside you as he kept working on you with his mouth, his long finger immediately finding the magic spongy spot inside you that made your legs shake around his neck as the pleasure knot forming on your lower belly threatened to explode violently at any second.

You tried to hold it back for as long as you could, but when he combined the work on your clit with his tongue along with a precise flick of his wrist, he forced the orgasm out of you in strong white hot waves of ecstasy, making you lose your senses for a few seconds as he rode your high.

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

Still eating you, he held you firmly and flipped you both on the bed, making you sit on his face. Your faltering legs threatened your balance, but his firm grip kept you up straight. 

You looked below you and the scene alone almost made you cum again. The pussy-drunk look on his face, the disheveled hair, the way half of his face was covered in your slick, dark eyes glossy as he looked up meeting yours as he kept lapping, sucking, overstimulating you on purpose.

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…” 

“Fuck my face babe” 

He growled against you, fingers sinking on your ass cheeks as you, still shaky, followed his command and started to roll your hips back and forth, allowing you to control the pace, the pressure, and to use his face on your own will.

You felt your climax blossoming inside you again as he kept devouring you, drinking in every drop he could take from you, his nose rubbing against your clit while he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Oh fuck… Noah…” Your orgasm bubbled up inside you again, but you were not ready for it yet, you were sure you’d collapse on top of him if he gave you another one in such a short time.

As if reading your thoughts Noah stopped, keeping you from falling apart so soon, but on the other hand edging you as you were so close to jumping off that cliff again.

You got off of his face and moved down his body to remove his pants and underwear, hurried, dying to feel him. He propped himself on his elbows and watched you undress him with shaky hands, the fucked out expression on your face making him want more of you.

Your jaw dropped when his cock sprung free, rock hard against his belly, head glistening with precum, the size and thickness doing justice to his height, and your throat went dry to the thinking of how he would feel inside you, stretching you.

“It’s all yours” He grinned, watching you admire him.

You straddled and pulled him up to kiss you and your taste still lingered on his tongue. His arms wrapped around your back and waist bringing you closer, and you took the cue to rock yourself against his shaft, coating it with your arousal, mixing it with his precum, the friction making him groan against your lips.

You pulled his hair, tilting his head back exposing his neck, and attacked it with your lips and tongue, all while you now teased the head of his cock with your opening, pretending you’d finally let him in, threatening to finally join your bodies, but skipping it every time, his digits digging on your flesh with his impatiency.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it now?” He peppered kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“You tell me… You want it that bad?” You whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

That’s until he took control over you again and held your hips in place, lining himself with your entrance, all while he pulled you by your hair with his free hand, pulling you away from his neck, making you look at him, eyes so dark with lust and oozing such a primal desire you felt like prey.

“I do” 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me” 

He instructed and you immediately obeyed. With one of his hands still on the back of your head and the other on your hip, the tip of his cock met your pussy and Noah pressed you down on him, merging your bodies slowly. His name came out of your lips in such a sinful pitch that made him throb inside you, the vision and the feeling of you, flesh and bone, being endlessly better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Your arms snaked around his neck as he bottomed you out, you felt so full and stretched, your whole body was on fire, ignited with desire, and when you got used to his size you started to move on top of him, slowly increasing your pace as you rode him, stealing grunts of pleasure out of him every time you intentionally clenched around him and fucked him harder, your skin slapping against his as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He was so lost in his own moment he didn’t know if he should look at where your bodies merged, at your boobs bouncing in front of his face or at your sex glazed eyes. His lips captured yours once again as you rocked your hips back and forth, that very specific motion almost making you both snap.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum” 

He whined and rolled you both, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, switching positions so he could last longer, to feel you longer, to fuck you longer. He pushed himself inside of you again and all at once, at the new depth he reached with that position turned you into a moaning mess as he now set his own pace, but making sure that with every thrust he stimulated that very spot he found earlier inside you.

“Noah oh my…” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence as that postponed orgasm emerged again like a tsunami, washing away all of your senses as it bursted from inside out, hard, making your pussy clench desperately around him as he rode your high, taking every bit of his restraint to ride you through it without unloading inside you, cock throbbing in need, and just as he felt your body becoming jelly under his he pulled out of you, cumming on your belly in long hot spurts as he stilled over you, cheeks red and eyes rolled back.

He glued his forehead on yours, breathing still heavy as he came back from his own high, admiring how impossibly beautiful you looked at that very moment.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you into that plane tomorrow”

[flowery-mess]

Just a dad Noah thought...

I think I sent this once to @starsomens as an ask, but I can't stop thinking about it lol

Imagine having a baby boy with Noah, after some time he starts going to shows with you with his big noise canceling headphones on. Everything is cute, Bryan takes cute family pictures for you, little waves from the baby to fans, until... he becomes a toddler and wants to be just like his dad.

Wears those fake tattoo sleeves, matching outfits, makes up words for BO song, until one day.

You and Noah are chilling in the living room, little Sebastian toddler comes in, in his black outfit with those tattoos on and wants to pretend that he's Noah at a show, so you and Noah are pretending to be fans, laughing and all that, until this little human you two created screams "THIS IS DETHRONE YOU FUCKS" into your faces and then takes off to his room with evil laugh, because he knows what he just said.

You and Noah just turn to each other, not sure if you should laugh or not and eventually you do.

And I'm pretty sure if you tell that to the rest BO crew they will demand performance from your little human every time they see him and because they are the 'funny uncles' they will let him say curse words when you and Noah aren't in the room. And he loves that.

[xx-like-a-villian-xx]

For The Last Time | One

“It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.”

What I thought was going to be a lil angsty one shot has become a multiple part cry fest ahhh. Here’s part one <3

I'm posting this because it's in my drafts x

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in any upcoming posts :)

CW: post break up, angst, Noah has lots of feelings, “talking” about feelings, loads of swearing

(Dropping this because it was burning a hole in my drafts and I just wanted to get it out there)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Thought I’d find you here.” Your voice reached Noah’s ears like a siren song and it was infuriating.

He turned slightly, watching you approach him in that dress, that fucking dress that hugged every single curve on your body so perfectly it made him feel crazy, feral. He had been trying his damned hardest to avoid you all night and of course you found him, cigarette between his tattooed fingers, on the balcony, moping.

“The party is wild in there.” You gestured to the balcony doors that were muffling the sound of chatter and loud music inside.

“Yeah, I just needed some quiet.” His voice was gruff when he spoke and it only made you roll your eyes.

It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.

You see, Noah would have walked through fire, jumped in front of a bullet, he would have stolen the moon from the fucking sky if you asked him to but you didn’t feel the same and as much as it hurt to watch you walk away, he did because he loved you. Issue is, he just couldn’t get over you.

He had avoided you like the plague for months but it was getting progressively harder because you shared friends. Usually it was easy, he left when you showed up, he asked around to see if you were going to events so he could make excuses not to go. It was fine, he hated socialising at the best of times so it was no skin off his nose.

Then you showed up to the album release in that fucking dress and his heart just about dropped out of his ass. And the worst part? You had some six foot four Doberman energy gym rat on your arm. That’s when he found himself storming out to the balcony with a half drank bottle of Hennessy and a pack of cigarettes he had stolen off the kitchen island.

He didn’t dare look at you again, instead his eyes stayed trained on the twinkling lights of the city when you joined him at the railing, your warmth burning his skin like acid.

”How have you been?”

Well that was a loaded question. What was he meant to say? ‘Oh yeah, I’m fantastic, nice to see you, Y/N. Who’s the hunk?’ Nah. He would rather put his hand in a blender.

“Fine.” He wasn’t in the mood to talk to you. Instead he stubbed the cigarette out and took a long swig of the cognac, letting it burn down his throat in an attempt to quell the anger boiling in his blood.

He could feel you shift uncomfortably next to him and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. What did you have to feel uncomfortable about? You practically tore his heart out and curb stomped it. And to add a cherry on top of the shit icing, you decided his fucking album release party would be the best time to hard launch your new man.

Noah really, really wasn’t in the mood and he was practically begging the gods to make you just go inside and forget about it, enjoy your night and have fun but instead you reached out, took the bottle from his hands and took a huge swig.

Fuck.

“Shouldn’t you be with your date, Mick is it?” He finally grits through a clenched jaw.

You chuckle lightly. “It’s Mike, and he’s talking to Folio about fishing.”

Betrayer, of course he would be. Trust Folio to be rubbing shoulders with the enemy over fucking fishing poles.

Noah hums, running a hand through his recently cut short hair.

”It suits you, you know, short hair.” He turned to you fully with furrowed eyebrows. What was your game?

God you looked fucking beautiful, your hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of your neck, curled strands framing your face. Sharp wings of eyeliner made your eye colour stand out beautifully in the low light, along with those dark lashes and your lips were painted a shade of red that could only be described as unholy and fuck, he just wanted to feel them on his again.

”You think?” His voice was weak and he internally kicked himself for even looking at you because his knees felt weak and his stomach felt like it might explode.

You smiled that smile that he fell for all those years ago, reaching your hand out to brush a stray piece of hair from his eyes.

Yeah, he was well and truly fucked, done for, so fucking completely in love with you. He was never getting over you.

“Hey, we’re about to play the album.” Nicholas’ voice from the balcony door made you jump back away from Noah.

”See you inside, yeah?” He nodded at your words, watching you walk back inside to Mike, planting a soft kiss on the guy's cheek and Noah wanted to vomit.

Nicholas was staring at him with a smirk.

”Shut the fuck up.” Noah pointed at his best friend, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy before pushing his way inside.

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Noah had been shifting uncomfortable in his seat, your narrowed eyes burning into him for almost an hour. You were clinging on to every fucking lyric he wrote and he knew he was in for it the moment you could get him alone again.

So as soon as the album had played through and chatter started up again, he was up on his feet, moving across the room before you could get to him.

”Hey, Noah isn’t it?” Oh for fuck’s sake. Mike held a hand out to him,

Noah hesitantly shook it with a smile that he was faking hard, gritting his teeth. “Yeah, nice to meet you…Mike?”

The taller man grinned. “Yeah, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend but I’m guessing you already know.”

Yeah, he fucking does know.

“It’s so sick that she knows you guys, I’ve listened to your last two albums and they go hard, man.”

Noah nodded, smiling, looking behind the guy to see you storming towards them with clenched fists.

“Look, Mike, I’m sorry to cut this short bu-“

“Hi babe, what are we talking about?” Fuck, you were now standing next to Mike, staring up at Noah with a false grin that screamed ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’.

”Oh, I was just telling Noah how much I fuck with the music babe.” Mike was completely unaware of the frustration bubbling in your bones, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

”That’s lovely.” You cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Could you give Noah and I a second to talk, Folio is looking for you I think.”

Shit, shit, shit. There was no way he was getting out of it now. Mike leaned down to pull you into a kiss before strutting towards Folio and Noah just about wanted the ground to swallow him up right there and then.

”Downstairs, now.”

He had no choice but to follow you down the stairs like a lost dog, shuffling his feet as you stomped down the steps. As soon as you reached the outside, you turned to him with flailing arms.

”What the fuck is all that, Noah? You think that’s okay, airing our dirty laundry out like that?” You were seething, face turning beet red.

”It’s music, Y/N, not everything is about you.”

“Oh so ‘someone else’, ‘the death of peace of mind’ and what was the other one? ‘Bad decisions’? They’re not about me? Right…so the pretty much direct fucking quotes from our break up aren’t there? Sure.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

”First of all, it’s ‘somebody else’. Second of all, why does it matter? You’ve clearly moved on. I mean fuck me right?” He laughed incredulously, running a hand through his hair. “You said that you didn’t want to be with me anymore because your career was taking up all of your time and energy and then you show up here with a new guy, smushing face with him in front of me and my brothers like nothing happened. We were together for six fucking years, Y/N!”

He took a deep breath, chest heaving. You stared up at him with glassy eyes full of fire but he was past caring by that point.

”So forgive me, darling, for pouring my heart into my music. Our break up is still a fresh wound. I genuinely thought that we were gonna be end game and yeah, I’m not fucking over it. Did you even listen to ‘Just Pretend’, huh?”

A tear fell from your lashes onto your cheekbone, your face softening and Noah couldn’t watch. He hated the bullshit, the anger, the sadness. He just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and go back to when everything was okay, back when you were still his. Fuck, it was too much.

”Look, I’m sorry for shouting. I just find it really hypocritical of you to be going off at me like that when you completely blindsided me tonight.”

You nodded your head quickly, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. He was right, you had no place to be upset when you had hurt him, really fucking hurt him.

Noah could hear Jolly calling his name from inside and he sighed. “Maybe we can talk about all of this over coffee sometime next week. It’s a conversation we really need to have, cut the loose ends so both of us can move on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse, eyes trained on your shoes.

He wanted to reach out, pull you into his chest and comfort you but it wasn’t the right time, he didn’t think it would ever be. You had someone else to hold you and he was upstairs waiting.

“Text me, my number is still the same.”

With a sad smile, he turned, making his way back inside.

[nerdraging4point0]

Said and Done (Noah Sebastian and Reader) Part One

Tropes and Tags: friends to lovers, third multiple POV, angst, 18+ content, voyerism, exhibitionism, public sex, public adjacent sex, oral: female recieving, oral: male recieving, infidelity, PinV.

Fanclub: @lma1986 @friedchildblaze @skulliecadaver-blog @rumoured-whispers @missduffsblog @ladyveronikawrites @tearfallpixie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @mysticdoodlez @beaker1636 @amelia-acero @flowery-mess @sorrowsofsilence

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Notice(Please read): This story originally had a (y/n) insert. I find them annoying and therefore I adjusted to have it removed. The story is in third person with a female reader who uses she/her pronouns, looks, name, specific body type or ethnicity is not specifically mentioned-or at least I tried to stay as neutral as possible-once again, the story was edited to be more neutral but the original plot and tone is still there. Please enjoy!

She didn’t want to come at first, the night started at a different Halloween party and there had been no plan on hopping to others, but when Nick texted saying she should come by she found it hard to refuse. Music was blasting, drinks were flowing, and the energy in the house was electric as she walked through the open front door. Making it through the throng of people crowded in the living room, somehow Nick had spotted her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards the couch. Trying desperately to be heard over the music she leaned into him, asking where Noah was.

“I don’t know to be honest. He’s been all over the place.” The smell of the beer and weed on his breath was pretty pungent, it was safe to say he’d lost track of the birthday boy a long time ago.

“Here kitty, kitty.” Folio's beckoning finger and mocking tone only heightened her irritation. With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly approached the intoxicated bassist. The meager cat costume she had hastily thrown together was a last-ditch attempt- a hodgepodge of items scrounged up in a desperate bid for someone’s attention. Fuzzy ears and a matching tail from a novelty store were paired with a mini skirt, black nylons, and a tight-fitting top from her own closet, forming a rather pathetic excuse for a costume.

The rest of the band and crew, ever the observant bunch, had long ago labeled her as "Noah's girl" - a dismissive, possessive term that infuriated her, as the reality was she and Noah were nothing more than close friends, despite their delusions. With an exasperated eye roll, she gave Folio a firm backhand to the chest, eliciting only laughter from the oblivious musician as he returned his attention to his drink, completely oblivious to her growing frustration.

“I better go find him. I’ll catch you later, Nick. Folio, know your limits.” She sauntered off, determined to find the person she was searching for. She made her way through the crowded kitchen towards the back patio, stopping to exchange greetings with various friends and acquaintances of the band along the way. Weaving through the crowded partygoers, she scanned each room. The first place she tried was the guest room that the boys had effortlessly turned into one of their at home studios. Trying the door, she found it was firmly locked, and with a sinking feeling, she realized that Noah, the only one with the key, was nowhere to be seen. Undeterred, she knocked loudly, calling out his name, but the din of the party drowned out any response he may have given.

Deciding her best course of action, she turned and headed for the stairs, carefully picking her way past the giggling, intertwined couples sprawled across the steps. As she ascended, she had to dodge a sudden barrage of food items - chips, pretzels, even a stray slice of pizza - as a group of rowdy young men above her engaged in an impromptu game of catch. Shaking her head in bemusement, she reached the top landing and turned left, making her way down the dimly lit hallway towards Noah's room. Grasping the doorknob, she paused, Noah was a very private person, and she knew he didn't take kindly to others invading his personal space. Her mind bantered for a while about the pros and cons, the pros winning out without much of a fight. To her surprise, the door clicked and swung open.

She stood there in the doorway, eyes wide with a mix of shock and intrigue at the unexpected scene unfolding before her. There was Noah, pressed against the wall with his sweatpants pooled around his ankles, his shirt bunched up in one hand as a girl in a Princess Leia costume knelt in front of him, her head bobbing up and down rhythmically, his free hand holding the back of her head. The sight was simultaneously scandalous and strangely alluring - she had never seen Noah in such a compromising position before, and the forbidden nature of it all sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her.

Yet as she observed the interaction more closely, something seemed off. Noah's face was contorted in discomfort rather than pleasure, his nose wrinkling and his body twisting as if in pain rather than ecstasy. His eyes then landed on her, wide with panic.

"I came to say, Happy Birthday," she said, her voice dripping with feigned innocence as the girl whirled around to face her. “But I see you’re busy,” A mischievous smile played on her lips as Noah struggled to extricate himself from the situation, pushing the girl away with obvious desperation.

Deciding to take advantage of the moment, she slipped off her high heels, letting each one fall to the ground with a deliberate slowness.

"Don't mind me," she purred, turning to close the door behind her and locking it for good measure. "I'll just wait." With that, she sauntered over to the bed, settling herself down with an air of casual confidence. "But..." she added, her gaze burning into Noah's, "I think I will sit on the bed and make myself comfortable."

Noah's heart pounded as he watched her saunter across the room, her hips swaying seductively as she approached his bed. His mouth went dry with anticipation as she climbed onto the mattress, settling herself against the wall with a sultry, confident grace. The other girl, kneeling obediently at Noah's feet, glanced up at him uncertain, her shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug before she refocused her attention on the task at hand.

Noah tried to suppress a groan as the girl's lips parted, slowly enveloping him once more. Her technique was clumsy, lacking the practiced finesse that his girl on the bed possessed. She wasn’t really his, but it was the only way he liked to refer to her. As she sat on the bed with a small, satisfied smile, her eyes glinting with a knowing amusement. She had explored every inch of Noah's body, learned the map of his sensitive spots - where to linger, where to tease, how to draw out the most exquisite sensations. This novice could never hope to match her intimate familiarity.

As the young woman on her knees bobbed her head rhythmically back and forth, her movements in sync with Noah's thrusting hips, a growing tension started building within her own body. Watching his thick shaft disappear between the girl's eager lips, glistening with saliva, sent a jolt of electricity through her. She felt her thighs instinctively squeeze together, the delicious friction fueling her growing arousal. Glancing up, she met Noah's dark, intense gaze, his eyes unabashedly roaming over her curves. A wicked idea took hold, and she slowly brought her thumb up to her mouth, sensually slipping it past her parted lips. Hollowing out her cheeks, she mimicked the motions of the girl below, her gaze locked with Noah's as she suggestively sucked on her digit.

The action seemed to push Noah over the edge, a stuttered moan escaping his lips as he reached down, fisting a hand in the girl's hair. "Noah, don't be rude," she purred, popping her thumb from her mouth. "Let her finish giving you your birthday present." Despite the white-knuckle grip Noah had on the girl's hair, she continued, the lewd sounds of her gagging filling the air.

The scene was utterly captivating, and she couldn't resist raising her legs, bending at the knees as she slowly traced the soft skin of her inner thighs with featherlight touches. Noah's eyes were glued to her, drinking in every rise and fall of her chest, every subtle shift of her body. His hips began to move with more urgency, rutting sharply into the girl's mouth as his brow furrowed in concentration.

She knew he was close, and a satisfied smile spread across her lips as she watched him finally still, his head thrown back against the wall. She relished the sight of his come spilling from the corners of the girl's mouth. Noah's gaze remained locked with hers, his expression one of pure, unadulterated desire, and she knew that the night was far from over.

“You can leave now sweetie. Thank you.”

The poor girl full of shame and dissatisfaction hoisted herself up from her rug-burned knees and slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the pair behind.

still trying to catch his breath, Noah reached down pulling his pants back up, practically snarled the question, "What the fuck was that about?”

She turned to face him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips as she gestured to the costume she still wore. "She took the work for me. I wasn't going to get on my knees in this outfit," she explained, the fabric of her skirt rustling as she toyed with the hem, slowly drawing it up her thighs. His eyes roamed her figure hungrily, taking in every tantalizing curve.

Scoffing, he made his way over to the bed, hands braced on the mattress as he stared deep into her eyes. "So, you were coming up here to get on your knees for me?" he questioned, a hint of challenge in his tone.

Sitting up on the bed, she balanced her body on her hands and knees, her nose grazing his as she gazed intently into his eyes. "I was coming up here to wish you a Happy Birthday," she breathed, her warm, fruity breath caressing his skin. The subtle notes of berry and something smooth lingered in the air.

"Did it turn you on?" She couldn't help but smile, nodding her head slowly as she met his gaze, sensing the unspoken implication behind his words. He seemed almost offended by her reaction, dropping his gaze as he blew out a frustrated sigh.

"Gives me an idea of what you might do on tour, when I'm not around." The accusation hung in the air, his discomfort noticeable. "You know I don't do that when I'm on tour," he replied firmly, unwilling to back down. Undeterred, she crawled towards him on her knees, fingers walking purposefully up his arm as she spoke.

"Well, what if you did?" she purred, her breath tickling his skin. "What holds you back?" He didn't respond, just grunted and cleared his throat, helplessly avoiding her probing eyes. The unspoken question lingered - "Did she feel good?"

A wave of uncertainty and insecurity washed over her as she felt an odd, unsettling sensation creep up in her chest. A part of her desperately wanted to know the answer, to understand if there were truly other women out there who could make him feel so much more satisfied and fulfilled than she ever could. The mere thought of that possibility was enough to make her stomach twist in knots. She knew there were likely countless women who would be willing to do anything, to go to any lengths, just for the chance to be intimate with him in a way that she could not. It was a sobering realization that filled her with a mix of jealousy, self-doubt, and a deep longing to somehow be enough for him. Reaching out tentatively, she let her hand slide beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, her fingertips tracing the waistband of his sweatpants. Slipping beneath the band she let out a soft sigh.

To her relief, she could feel that he was already growing aroused, his length hardening under her touch as she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb grazing the tip and collecting the small bead of slick that had formed there. The sensation elicited a satisfied sigh from him, and she could feel him shifting on his feet, his head dropping forward as his brown locks fell in curtains over his face. Pumping him a little faster, she could feel his cock growing even more rigid under her skilled hands. "Noah," she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of insecurity, "did she feel good?"

“Fuck,” he panted “Not as good as you.” her hand pumping him faster, humming to herself, pride swelling in her chest at how good she could make him feel.

“Fuck, baby, please let me,” He stuttered, having trouble finding his words.

“What Noah? What is it, sweet boy? What do you need?”

His lips parted slightly, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet them in a gesture that was both sensual and nervous. “T-t-taste you.” his voice cracked as she stroked down his shaft, letting go slowly so he could catch his breath.

“You want to make me come now?” she teased, uncurling her legs, letting her thighs fall open to reveal the enticing sight of the dark purple lace underneath her skirt. He nodded, his expression hungry and eager, silently communicating his desperate desire. He dropped to his knees, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp at the temptation. Wrapping his long fingers around each ankle he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Leaning back on her hands, watching intently as he stared unabashedly, his eyes roaming hungrily over her exposed skin. With a small, coy smile, she scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, bringing herself within reach of his waiting mouth. Reaching out, she tenderly ran her fingers through his soft hair, eliciting a shiver from him as his eyes fluttered closed in blissful anticipation.

“You can either move them or take them off. I won’t do it for you.” The decision was his, but the outcome was inevitable as his hands disappeared beneath her skirt, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric and slowly dragging it down, exposing her to his eager gaze.

She was glistening already, it was such a beautiful sight, he had to swallow the moan at the back of his throat. Lowering his head, his tongue dipped into her warm, slick folds, savoring the sweet, intoxicating taste of her. The sensation was electrifying, making him feel like the most powerful man alive as her body undulated beneath him. He worked his tongue tirelessly, drinking in her cries of pleasure and reveling in the way her hands tangled desperately in his hair, pulling him closer. The familiar ache of his own need grew ever more insistent, but for now, all that mattered was drawing out every last shudder from her.

As her thighs clenched around him, he clutched her flesh hungrily, determined to wring every last drop of her release. The thought of missing even a single taste was almost maddening, and he nearly growled in frustration as the evidence trickled down his chin. Still, the sound of his name on her trembling lips, the way she begged him to stop, only stoked the fire within him.

“Noah,” her cracking voice whined his name as she tugged at his hair “Noah, please, no more. I can’t. I can’t take it.”

With a primal hunger, he slowly crawled up her body, his eyes locked onto hers. She reached up and tenderly wiped a stray droplet from his chin, the intimate gesture fueling the growing desire between them. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned up and captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He sighed into her, savoring the taste.

Breaking the kiss briefly, he gazed down at her, his swollen lips barely leaving hers as he uttered the three words that he was sure were the right ones: "I want you." Her response, whispered against his lips, sent a jolt of electricity through him, fueling that base, carnal urge. "Take me, then."

Without hesitation, he lined himself up and pushed into her, a hiss of pleasure escaping her lips as she stretched around him. It had been far too long since they'd been together, but the way her body seemed to mold perfectly around him made it feel as though no time had passed at all. They lay there, motionless, as she adjusted to his size, her inner muscles fluttering around him in a silent plea for more.

Finally, she began to move her hips, urging him to take her. He started to thrust, slowly at first, savoring the delicious sensation of her velvety walls caressing him with each withdrawal and driving him deeper with each push. But his cautious, almost timid pace was beginning to frustrate her. She wanted - no, needed - more. Wrapping her legs firmly around his waist, she pushed against his chest, easily flipping their positions so that she now straddled him. There was a brief, awkward moment as they adjusted, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, she wasted no time setting a punishing rhythm, determined to chase the release for both of them.

She had always adored his goofy, carefree spirit - the way he would effortlessly make her laugh and feel light-hearted, even in the midst of life's stresses. But as she observed him through the filtered lens of social media and interviews, she noticed a distinct change had come over him. The vibrant, playful young man she had once known now appeared somber and weighted down, his infectious joy seemingly dimmed. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened, what had caused this transformation from the endearingly silly partner she cherished to the sullen, serious individual portrayed in the public eye.

Yet, as their bodies intertwined with a familiar, sensual rhythm, she caught glimpses of the old Noah she'd fallen for - the one who moved with a carefree fluidity, whose touch sent electric sparks through her core. The awkwardness of their reunion quickly melted away as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, grinding her hips against his with a primal, unrestrained fervor. She craved the feeling of his hardness filling her, the way he hit that sweet spot inside that made her vision blur and her mind go deliciously hazy.

“Fuck. Does anyone else make you feel like this?” he groaned pushing his hips up to meet her own. Bringing her down on him harder with each thrust.

“N-n-no.” She was bouncing so hard on him the cat ears were slipping, when her head fell forward just enough and in his reach, he grabbed them tossing them away. Her head tipped back again as she leaned bracing herself on her ankles.

“Who makes you feel good?” Her mind was on fire with the absolute pleasure she was getting. He was like a new drug; he’d been good at fucking before but the confidence of his music and touring had made him extra powerful. She was on a high at this very moment and the crash was going to be one of epic proportions.

“You, Noah.”

The intensity of the moment had completely consumed him, causing him to momentarily lose his typical composure and self-control. Years of broken promises and emotional wounds inflicted by others had left him jaded and guarded, wary of letting anyone get too close. The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even register them, “You’re mine. No one gets to make you feel this good but me.” He gripped her hips tighter, determined to draw out every last shudder, the wet, sticky evidence coating his skin. The sight of her writhing and moaning beneath him, her voice reduced to barely-there whimpers, threatened to shatter his tenuous hold on restraint.

Trembling with exhaustion, she persisted, driven by a desperate need to please him. Slumping forward, she balanced herself precariously on her hands, every muscle straining to maintain control.

“Tell me your good baby. I won’t stop till I know you’re good.” he groaned, eyes tightly shut as he bit down on his bottom lip. The shaking in her body was relentless. She was spent, her reserves depleted. A slight nod of her head and her voice reduced to a mere whisper was all he needed.

He continued to move his hips, pounding into her with unyielding force. The moans that escaped her lips were softer, barely audible, his name chanted like a mantra. Her body, overstimulated and overwhelmed, tightened around him once more, triggering another powerful orgasm. She pleaded with him, her voice barely a whimper, "Fuck Noah, Please." He felt her body clenching around him, the sensation pushing him to the brink of his own release. With a final, forceful thrust, he spilled into her, his back arching and his mouth agape in a silent scream.

Desperately trying to stop the relentless sensations, her body too sensitized to continue. Noah watched as she pulled herself off him, collapsing onto the bed beside him, her energy completely drained. Noah's heart was pounding as he sat on his bed, everything replaying in his mind-sounds, touch, smell, feelings, words-as if he was digitally filling it away like a computer. She curled up on his bed resting on his pillow, her hair now a tousled mess, the headband with her cat ears lost somewhere.

As if it were normal he straightened up to lay next to her, legs stretched out, his feet still tingling. He had been so caught up in the moment, the warmth of her body pressed against his, the soft caress of her skin. But then, just as quickly as it had begun, it had all come crashing down. He had reached down to pull his sweatpants back up, unsure of where things were going, when he felt her suddenly stiffen beside him. Grabbing the edge of the blanket, he had pulled it up to cover them both, enveloping them in a cozy cocoon. But the minute she was covered in the soft fabric, her eyes had snapped open, wide and glassy with terror. Before he could even process what was happening, she had shoved the blanket off and scrambled to put her underwear back on, her movements frantic and panicked.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern, his heart racing in his chest. Had he somehow hurt her? Done something to scare her? The look of pure fear on her face had cut him deeply, making him question everything. Without a word, she had hurriedly gathered the rest of her clothes, leaving his room in a rush and closing the door sharply behind her. Noah sat there, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Had he misread the situation completely? Was she okay? He reached for his phone, sending her a quick text to check on her, but her terse response - "I'm fine. Happy Birthday" - did little to ease his worry. The day that had started with such promise now felt tainted, the happiness he had anticipated quickly giving way to a sense of unease and uncertainty.

The following morning as Noah slowly stirred from his restless sleep, he instantly knew this was going to be one of those mornings where he felt like he had been hit by a truck. However, to his surprise, he didn't have the usual pounding headache or queasy stomach that typically accompanied a night of heavy drinking. Instead, he found himself feeling confused and unsettled, the events of the previous evening weighing heavily on his mind. Pulling himself up from the tangled sheets, he made his way through the disaster zone that was his house, stepping carefully over the scattered remnants of the party - crumpled paper cups, discarded paper plates, and half-empty pizza boxes that littered the floors. In the kitchen, he spotted an untouched slice of pizza sitting in one of the greasy cardboard containers and, despite its slightly stale and unappealing appearance, he couldn't resist the urge to take a bite. As the familiar flavors hit his tongue, he was momentarily transported back to simpler times, when a late-night snack was all he needed to satisfy his hunger and soothe his weary soul.

With pizza in hand, Noah retreated to the solace of his bedroom, plopping down on the edge of his bed and reaching for his phone. Scrolling through his messages, he paused to re-read the brief, cryptic text from her - "I'm fine. Happy Birthday." The words seemed to mock him, taunting him with the memory of her sudden departure and the confusion that had consumed him in the aftermath. His gaze then fell upon the small, cat-eared headband that lay discarded on the floor, a remnant of the Halloween costume she had worn earlier that evening. Picking it up, he couldn't help but smile, a glimmer of hope igniting within him as he snapped a quick photo and sent it to her, accompanied by a simple message: "You left something behind."

Perhaps, he thought, this could be the olive branch he needed to bridge the gap that had so suddenly and unexpectedly formed between them. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to lure her back and give him another chance to make things right - to show her the depth of his desire, to have her on her knees before him, yielding to his every whim.

Noah's mind raced as he tried to pinpoint what could have possibly gone wrong the night before.

“Well don’t you look disappointed.” Nick’s raspy voice floated into the room from Noah’s open bedroom door, leaning against the frame, palm on his eyes rubbing the sleep away. He was in his pajamas’ hair pulled into a messy bun; the bun was lopsided suggesting he had just rolled out of bed-or couch. “I can see it from here.” Noah didn’t answer him, just tossed the cat ears over to his desk while his friend made his way into the room to take a seat on his bed.

“How was she last night?”

“Perfect. As always.” He tried not to sound as if the topic itself was bothering him. “She left her cat ears; I texted her seeing if she wanted to come get them.”

“Come being the main point in that sentence, right?” Noah’s eyes snapped up to his friend who had a cheeky grin and a raised eyebrow. It was no secret to the band that Noah had a thing with her on the side, Nick knew for sure-they’d had a couple threesomes a time or two. Folio wanted to get in on it once, but Noah refused. The idea made him cringe.

“What did you do?” Nick asked, sliding onto his side keeping himself propped up on his forearm.

“It’s obvious what we did.” Noah was sure his friend couldn’t be that thick in the head. What else would they have done, discuss the weather?

“Yeah, I know what you did. I also saw her run out of here like her costume was on fire.” Nick flopped onto his back hands placed on his chest. “She didn’t even say goodbye. So, again, I ask, what did you do?”

Noah wasn’t sure, they had sex, he covered her up, she left. Everything had seemed perfect - sex was electrifying and fulfilling as always, and afterward he had tenderly covered her with a soft blanket, fully intending to let her rest peacefully until morning. But when she took off without a word, a knot of worry had formed in the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t know.” He replied weakly.

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Nick Folio

Rest-Reader plans a little rest and relaxation weekend away with Nick after a five-weeklong tour.

Folio makes your shit day better

Helping GF with anxiety attacks

Helps GF orgasm

First Time Dad

Blowjob

Praise Kink

Passenger Princess

Biker Folio

Sub Drop

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Short kinda jealous Noah thought

You and Noah have been seeing each other for a while, been on a few dates, been intimate with each other, but neither of you asked the other to be his partner, so it wasn't really official.

Noah left for few shows and you had a wedding to attend. He made sure to compliment on your dress and makeup when you send him 'outfit check'.

Then you posted video of you and your friends dancing to 'single ladies' by beyonce.

'And why the hell are you dancing to this song lady?' popped up on your phone a few minutes later. It was from Noah.

'I don't remember anyone asking me to be their girlfriend' the tease in you waking up after few drinks

'And no one is going to do it over the phone baby'

Before you had a chance to answer that, he sent another message.

'Next friday home date at my place? 7PM?'

And you bet that on friday he made sure you're HIS girlfriend and no one elses.

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Noah dating girly girl

When you two first met at a mutual friend's party you were wearing the girliest outfit you could think of

It was pink dress with glitter, white sandals and white purse

Your hair was nicely done in curls and half up

Your makeup was light, just some glitter on your eyelids and pink lipstick

He couldn't miss you in a room full of people dressed in dark colors

He found it kinda funny, but also cute

You kept catching his attention all the time, he couldn't keep his eyes off you

The boys noticed it and kept making small jokes about how this tall tattooed man can be shy to aproach you when you're looking like little polly pocket doll

He just didn't know how to start a converastion with you, based on your looks he thought you two would be different and wouldn't get along

But you noticed his eyes on you, how could you not

Because even in the room full of tatted people in dark clothes he still stood out

You two eventually started talking and exchanged numbers

Few dates lead to making things official

Noah was be amazed by how easy you make it look to always be put together, to be always good dressed, have natural makeup, have great hair

He found it funny when you two moved in together how easy it was to tell which side of bathroom was yours

Or what side of your walk in closet was yours

He loves to see you at BO shows

You mentioned once that it would be cool if you had BO merch in pink, as a joke, you didn't mind wearing dark colors

But Noah had it made for you

So he always finds you in the crowd or on the side of stage in your pink BO merch

And it always makes him smile how you jump and scream with him when he sings dethrone, while being the cutest person he has ever seen

Bryan would always capture the cutest moments of the two of you, showing how different you look on the outside

For example when you're all chilling in the green room after show, you wearing your pink BO t-shirt and Noah has the same one in black, you're sitting next to each other on couch and laughing at something Folio said

The difference is just on the outside tho, opposites attract each other right?

You have similar interests, sense of humor, opinions, dreams and goals

You make him do spa nights, where you do his face masks, wash his hair with special products and make him wear matching robes with you

He secretly loves it

He loves how you stand out in the group, he can always see you

He loves how you insist on taking off your makeup every night even though you were out drinking or if you come home from tour and are jet lagged as hell

He loves it when you're wearing his dark clothes

He loves finding your little pink accessories all over his studio or in his car

He loves that he has someone who is always bright and happy and full of positive and feminine energy

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Noah and reader at puppy yoga

You have been feeling down for some time and when Noah noticed that, he tried to cheer you up in many ways

Homemade meals

Massages

Flowers

Bubble baths

Cuddles

Kisses

And it always did cheer you up, but it still wasn't enough

Until you saw a tiktok with puppy yoga, you felt like that was it

✨the cure✨

You found one near your home, booked it for both of you, because how could Noah say no right

He was actually very excited

To make the day even better he agreed to wear matching colored clothes with you and stop by for starbies on the way

In the class it was the two of you, few older women and few little girls

Not going to lie Noah kind of stood out

But also, non of them recognized him, so it made the class more comfortable for him

When they let the puppies in, it felt like all of your problems got lifted from your shoulders

They wandered around, sniffing everyone for a few minutes while the instructor started the class

You and Noah were in the back, where the puppies seemed to settle

Not by your side, but by Noah's side

Some of them were lying down on his mat, some sniffing his legs, some trying to jump on him

He would try so hard to keep going with the exercise, but he couldn't resist petting those babies on their little heads and letting them lick his hands

At one point one of the puppies would bit on Noah's shorts and almost took them off of him

No one really goes to these classes for the yoga, so everyone's attention was on puppies AND Noah

We all know Noah seems like a shy person, so he would get all shy and blushed when everyone would look at him interacting with the puppies

Also, can you imagine those older women showing pictures from the class when they come home and their teenage sons just screaming 'THAT'S NOAH FROM BAD OMENS MOM!'

You would also get cuddles with those little cuties

Your cheeks would hurt at the end from the constant smiling

You couldn't decide what was more cute, Noah, the puppies or Noah with puppies

Noah gave up like halfway through the class, because it would be impossible for him to do most of exercies

Puppies would jump on him and lick his face without a break

While doing exercise that included lying on your tummy, on of the dogs would lay on his back and fall asleep

SO CUTE CAN YOU IMAGINE

You two would stay for a while after the class ends, just to chat with the instructor and cuddle some more

Booking another class just seconds after you leave the yoga studio

It would boost both of your happiness through the roof

Back at home you would spend all night cuddled on the coach showing each other pictures you took of the dogs or the other one interacting with them

The picture of Noah laying on his front and the little black puppy sleeping on his back made it to your phone screen

And agreement was made, that anytime one of you would feels down you would do it again, or before/after Noah's tour to spend time together

And maybe you would get your own puppy hehe, to keep you company when Noah's away and so you could do puppy yoga any time

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Noah dating a bartender

You love your job even tho it takes up lot of your time

Being bar manager is honestly fun, good music all night, tipsy people telling you funny stories

But being the manager also means doing office work, so you balance out office shifts and being behind the bar

Night shifts are even more fun when Noah comes and spends the whole shift there with you

He does that often when he comes back from tour, because he wants to spend as much time with you as he can

And because Noah doesn't want to spend the nights home alone

So he comes to see you at work

So that way you can also go to sleep at the same time as him

He usually sits at the far right of the bar, close to the private section for staff

He drinks on his lemonades and waters all night

When you have slow night you two talk over the bar and catch up on everything

When you have a busy night and you and your coworkers are having hard time, he jumps right behind the bar with you and helps you out

Because spending lots of nights watching you make all the drinks he knows how to make them too

He also makes sure you drink and eat the whole time, so you don't pass out (because that maybe already happened once or twice)

He then helps you clean and close the bar

There are usually two scenarios on how the night ends

One - you two are tired as fuck and go straight to your apartment, have a shower and fall asleep under two minutes

Two - you have enough energy to get a night snack, sit at your spot and have a 'date', sometimes you even manage to stay up for sunrise

On the nights when he doesn't go to your bar, he prepares you a meal for when you come home

He lets you sleep in the morning and when you wake up he comes for cuddles

As mentioned before, you often work over night and that means you have to get home around 3-5 in the morning

And Noah always makes sure you get home safely

It's either with him because he's there

Or with him because he tells you to call him when you end and comes pick you up

Or when he's away he makes someone from his friends pick you up

Or he orders you an uber, but that's his last option really, not completely safe

Your job has pros and cons, but so does his so he doesn't complain about it

One of his favorite pros of your job is that when he's away and you have a night shift it's easier for you two to agree on a time for a facetime, because you stay up late

It also gives you more free time so you can go with Noah and the band on tour from time to time

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I think I don't say this, or show this, very often, but I'm really grateful for this community on tumblr.

I feel annoying, that's why I maybe don't cummunicate much or interact much with all of you.

But I do appreciate all of you, all of this BO content that we share, content that's on the positive side of this fandom, I really do love it here.

I don't get much interaction, but I don't do it myself often to be fair as well.

But, I do appreciate all of you, I may be in your likes, reblogs, inboxes or just come across of your blog, BUT I do love it here, really!💗

Some of my favorite gals right here @starsomens @thefallennightmare @darling-millicent-aubrey @cowpokeomens @artificialbreezy @artificialstardust @thatchickwiththecamera @madomens @broken0mens @silentglassbreak @blessedwithabadomen @thescarlettvvitch (idk why I can't sarah🫤) @sorrowsofsilence @reyadawn

I'm just wine drunk with boyfriends parents and that's the time I show emotions the most (when I'm drunk) so that's why this post lol

*me debating posting this, if I'm going to regret this in the morning lol*

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Noah proposing 'Bridgerton' style

I feel like Noah is the type to have the proposal planned in details or completely not planned and doing it with temporary ring he made from the first thing he found

In this case, you bet every single detail is planned

You had one wish for your birthday and that was a birthday party in a Bridgerton theme

But Noah was on tour when you had your birthday, so you decided to do it few months later when everyone was home and could be there

You hosted it at your house, you bought all the accessories and decoration to make it feel and look like a ball

You also had your garden covered in lights and candles

Noah actually took care of the garden, he was more than happy to do so, because it was the right place to do THE thing

You bought few fancy looking dress because you couldn't decide on just one

You did your hair beautifully and had nails and makeup done to fit the theme

Noah wouldn't admit it, but he also loved the show, so he enjoyed dressing up too

You were so happy everyone came dressed for the theme and liked how you prepared your house

Everyone had fun, lots of dancing and good energy

He asked if he could steal you for a moment and led you to the garden

You were being polite the whole night and talking with the guests, you didn't spent much time with Noah, so you were happy for a minute of just the two of you

He took you to the part of the garden where no one from the house could see you

You stood between lights and candles

He let you have a moment to talk about the party and how happy you are about how it turned out

Then he politely asked you to shut your mouth and started talking himself

What he said was short, but sweet and you somehow felt what was coming

He kneeled infront of you and asked you to be his wife

Do I need to say what was your answer

You enjoyed few more minutes alone before you went back in

You asked everyone to give you their attention for an announcement

It was only your closest friends and family, so you felt 100% comfortable showing everyone your ring and yelling 'WE'RE ENGAGED'

One more reason to continue with the party

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Noah dating reader with hypochondria and somatic symptom disorder

Hypochondria is a type of anxiety disorder. People with hypochondria frequently worry about their health even when nothing is seriously wrong.

Somatic symptom disorder is characterized by an extreme focus on physical symptoms (pain, fatigue...) that causes major emotional distress and problems functioning.

You were scared to tell Noah about your conditions, because some people don't take it seriously sometimes

But not Noah, he gets it

He knows he himself can get anxious about certain things sometimes, so he understands your anxiety about your own health

He doesn't judge you and always calms you down

You two find a way to work with it

When you have a bad feeling about something, he does research with you and talks about it with you

Actually it sometimes feels like a doctors appointment with all his questions

If you feel sick:

"Did you drink water today?"

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"What did you eat through the whole day? Was it meat? Was it made by you or someone else?"

If you have a bruise and don't know what from:

"Did you clean the house lately so you could've bump into something?"

"Maybe I could've hit you in sleep?"

"Maybe you don't remember hiting yourself?"

He just tries to talk you through your worries to calm you down

"Let's watch it for a few days and then we're going to see a doctor, okay love?"

And when you go to a doctor he's there with you if he can

And when he's away on tour he makes sure he has his phone turned on so that he can hear it if you call him in the middle of the night with your worries

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Noah meeting you at your work (sales assistant in retail)

Noah is a tall man, that's a fact

And finding good fitting jeans for him is really hard

He always went to Zara or Bershka or any other basic clothes shop

He always managed to buy jeans that were at least his length, but had to tie them in the waist

So he decided that visiting a specialized shop with jeans, where someone would help him and he didn't have to try on 50 jeans he chose himself, is a great idea

So on his off day he went to his local mall and found a little jean shop

He noticed you straight away, he saw you talking with another man about what colors you have in the type of jeans he chose

He looked around for a bit, but then you approached him with a smile and 'hello, how can I help you?'

You asked, but you already knew what he's looking for

Well, he didn't know what he's looking for (because most men don't fucking know)

He just told you he need jeans that fit nicely and are long enough for him

You were thinking about slim fit, 30 or 31 in waist and 34 or 36 for length

You gave him few pieces to try

Every time your fingers touched his you felt something in your tummy

He kept staring at you, when you were explaining types of jeans you have

That means he didn't really listen what you were saying

When Noah went to try what you handed to him, you made your way behind the cash desk where your colleagues started making fun of your slight blushed cheeks and how you two looked at each other like teenagers

They were pressuring you into giving him your number or ask for his

But you found it unprofessional and were scared of rejection

You went to check with him if the size and type fits

When he came out of the fitting room with the jeans on, you felt something in your tummy (or maybe lower) again

He came in with sweatpants shorts so you didn't see his legs and ass before

But with those jeans hugging him in the right places you couldn't stop staring

To be honest you stare at everyone's ass when they try jeans, that's part of the job, but looking at this handsome man's ass felt embarrasing

He tried different sizes, types and colors and he chose three pairs to buy

You two kept smiling at each other and kept stealing glances

He paid and then left the shop

Your colleagues were making fun of you for the rest of the shift, because you kept day dreaming about Noah

You two were too lost in each others eyes that neither of you noticed that Noah gave you wrong size that he later paid for

He noticed it back home

And he was embarrased

He didn't know if he should come back and exchange it for the right items

He thought about it for a few days, but after he asked Jesse for the 10th time for an opinion Jesse said 'Mate if you don't go back there tomorrow, I will, and I'll make sure she never forgets who you are.'

Which meant he would go there and embarras the hell out of Noah

So the next day he came back like a little puppy

'I'm sorry I took the wrong size when I was here on Monday.'

You didn't mind that, you were happy he came on the day you were at work

You said no worries and helped him find the right size

This time your interaction was more smooth, with some small talk

When you did the exchange on your cash register, he apologized for the 10th time

And before you thought about what you're going to say, you said 'It's no problem, it happens, but if you insist on apologizing you can take me out.'

For a few seconds you both stood there like 🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏽

'I'm so sorry, that was really inappropriate, I'm sorry.'

'If you insist on applogozing, you can let me take you out for dinner.' he used your words and turned the situation around with a smirk on his face

You said yes, also said 'I'm sorry' few more times

You two exchanged numbers and set up a date for your dinner

Your colleagues were laughing behind the corner at you interaction and then just said that at least you two will have a cute story for your kids

Taglist: @somewhere-diamond @reyadawn

You are the first ones that asked to be tagged in something I post, THANK YOU💗

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Noah dating girl with partial hearing loss

You work for Sumerian so that means you get invited to lot of events, like release parties of new albums

You work in the legal department, so you're not really involved in the music and art side of this job

But you like to go out sometime and enjoy the music

Those release parties are usually not so loud, so you can enjoy them without being u comfortable

But the last one you attended was unusually loud

You had to excuse yourself from your colleagues and go to quiter place for a few minutes

What you didn't notice was that Noah, who was also attending this party as a guest, was watching you for a few minutes, because he noticed that you obviously weren't fine and when you left he went after you, to make sure you were okay

You were walking fast and didn't react when he tried talking to you

So when he sped up a bit and touched your shoulder you were scared

He apologized and asked if you were okay

At that point you were at the verge of tears, because the sudden change from loud to silent sent uncomfortable ringing into your ears

He went outside with you and you explained him that you have partial hearing loss and that the sound at the party makes you uncomfortable

He offered you a ride home and you agreed, wanting nothing more than to be in your bed already

You talked the whole drive to your home which was nice

He then made sure to have some legal questions everytime the were at Sumerian just to have a reason to stop by at your office

When you started dating he made sure you were comfortable any time you went out with people

He always made sure that you were sitting with your better hearing ear facing the group

He learned your facial expression so he knew when you didn't hear something, but were too ashamed to ask the person you were talking to to repeat themselves, so Noah always whispered in your ear what they said

He made sure that at every concert you had your ear plugs to protect your ears

He always has one of those too, in case you forget yours

He comes to every doctors appointment with you

He makes sure you have your hearing aid charged and ready to wear

He's the one to hold you when you feel bad about your condition or when you come home from night out with your friends crying that the music in the bar was too loud and you had to ask everyone to repeat themselves and felt annoying

Benefit of dating a singer? Whenever you have tinnitus or ringing in your ears he will sing to you so you don't have to listen to that annoying sounds

You're sometimes like 'oh can you repeat that I didn't hear you' when he says something stupid

Or you can always pretend you don't hear him when he's annoying

But Noah as a musician knows how fragile hearing is and how important it is, so his priority is to always make you feel comfortable

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My part time job is sales assistant in clothes shop, with mainly jeans for men. It's a struggle for tall men to buy jeans, so no wonder an idea came to my mind.

Noah coming to buy jeans (because boy good fitting jeans are so hot on men) and asking for help. Having chemistry with the assistant, bit of a flirting, smiles, winks, touches. He'd start shopping there more often until he'd build the courage to ask her out or he would buy wrong size on accident (or on purpose) to have a reason to come back.

Okay I'm gonna probably do something with this idea it's cute🥹

Noah when I'd tell him he needs more leg days so he has thighs as big as his back and arms (I love big thighs for so many reasons lol) it's just a joke