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tikosblogg · 4 months ago

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Comfort❤️

Summary: request! You and Noah are best friends. You have a nightmare, and go to his room for “comfort” and it leads to more.

Warning: smut. Light choking, spitting, p n v, no protection. (Don’t be silly wrap your Willy), confessions.

A/N: I LIVE for best friend Noah trope, and I will die on that hill. Just something about it idk. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this!

The soft glow of the monitor illuminated Noah’s room, casting playful shadows across the scattered posters of his favorite bands and the disarray of empty energy drink cans that marked his relentless gaming sessions. You had always admired how effortlessly he inhabited this world, immersed in his video games, his fingers dancing over the keys with an intensity that matched the power of his voice on stage. But tonight, something felt off.

You stood there in the doorway, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt tears spill down your cheeks. The remnants of a bad dream clung to you, swirling like dark clouds in your mind. The kind of dream that felt so real, it left you gasping for breath, desperate for solace. You didn’t want to burden Noah, but in that moment, you needed his comfort.

Noah turned, his focus diverting from the flashing screen to the scene unfolding in front of him. His brow furrowed in concern as he took in my tear-streaked face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soothing and steady, like a balm easing the rawness inside you.

“I had a bad dream,” you admitted, swiping at your tears with the back of your hand. “I… I just wanted to sleep in here with you for a bit.” He didn’t hesitate. His face softened further, and he pushed back from his desk, pulling the comforter down on his bed to let you crawl in. “Of course. Come here.”

You smiled weakly, grateful for his immediate understanding, and crawled into his bed behind him, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent mixed with a hint of his cologne enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As you settled in, he place the comforter over you, covering you up.

The steady clatter of keys filled the room again as Noah returned to his game, his concentration palpable. You nestled into the plush blankets, staring at Noah's back, where his T-shirt hugged his frame. The familiarity of this setup—your routine—made your heart ache just a little less. You watched as his fingers flew over the keyboard, seamlessly navigating this digital world, while you breathed in the scent of the night, feeling your eyelids grow heavy.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asked, not looking back but knowing you could hear the genuine curiosity behind his question. You hesitated, the nightmares still fresh in your mind. “It was… something about losing everything.” You sighed, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. ‘Everything’ being Noah, but for some reason you felt too shy to admit it. “I guess I just didn’t want to be alone.”

Noah turned slightly in his seat, finally facing you, his expression softening further. “You’re not alone,” he reassured you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “You’ll never be alone, not with me around.” His words melted away the remnants of fear, and you nodded, closing your eyes. The rhythmic sound of his gaming, coupled with the presence of him in front of you, worked their magic. You felt your heart rate slow, your breaths evening out, the bond between you knitting together the shadows lurking in your mind.

As you drifted off, you realized how lucky you were to have him not just as a best friend but as a safe haven. Noah was your anchor in life’s turbulent sea, and no matter how dark the dreams got, you could always find your way back to him, to the calm that followed the storm.

Hours melted away as night deepened, and eventually, the sounds of gunfire and adventure quieted. The gentle creak of the chair as he finally pushed back from the desk was the only sound in the now quiet room. He padded softly to the bed, where warmth awaited him in the sheets. With a soft smile, you were turned away from him, falling deeper into the cozy embrace of your blanket.

Hours later, you stirred, awakened not by the gaming sounds but by the steady pressure of Noah's warm body against yours. It was 3 AM, and you blinked against the fog of sleep. The world outside was still and quiet, but inside the room, the air felt heavy and electric.

As you shifted slightly, your skin prickled; the heat rising from his chest was almost overwhelming. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and there was something primal in the way your body responded. You fidgeted a little, half-trying to find comfort in the heat of his body and half-trying to quell the growing warmth inside you.

In his sleep, Noah sensed your restlessness. He pulled you closer, instinctively, as if there were an invisible cord tying you together. His hand slid from the gentle curve of your hip, caressing its way down your thigh, back and forth in a soothing motion. The intimacy of the gesture sent ripples of electricity along your skin. Each brush of his fingers felt deliberate, yet almost accidental—a mix of sleep and somnolent desire.

You couldn’t help but breathe a little heavier, caught between the comfort of his presence and the fluttering anticipation that it stirred within you. The warmth of his touch ignited something soft and sweet in your chest; it was a reminder of how the two of you were woven into each other's stories.

Noah stirred slightly, his breath warm against the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and enjoyed this moment of connection, of safety and heat, wishing the boundaries of sleep could melt into something deeper. But then, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the moment, you turned back to face him, brushing your fingertips against his cheek. In response, he cracked an eye open, the sight of you pulling him from the depths of dream. “Hey,” he whispered, voice husky with sleep. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” you replied softly, though the warmth pooling in your stomach might suggest otherwise. “Just couldn’t sleep." A knowing smile spread across his lips, and without breaking your gaze, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hand found its way back to your hip, resting there as if anchoring you both to the moment. “You feel warm,” he murmured.

Your heart raced. It was an innocent statement, but the way he looked at you made your breath hitch slightly. “Maybe it’s just you,” you teased gently. He chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through both of you. “Guess we’ll have to see how to cool it down, then.” The playful glint in his eyes was infectious, inviting you in to share something more than just a sleepy embrace.

With a reassuring squeeze, Noah shifted closer, the gentle pressure of his body melding perfectly with yours. The simple act of being together, of sharing warmth and heartbeats, enveloped you in a cocoon of safety and promise, where, at that late hour, the lines between friendship and and something more blurred.

You settled against him, your bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to be, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, with the moonlight spilling across the sheets and the quiet pulse of the night surrounding you, you knew this was where you belonged—all tangled up in warmth, affection, and the sweet thrill of shared dreams. You turned back around, letting him pull you closer to his chest.

The soft, rhythmic sound of his breaths against your shoulder made your thoughts race. You were acutely aware of how close he was, as though the air itself crackled with unspoken words (or were those your thoughts stirring up a storm?). You could feel his gaze on you, and it sent delightful shivers down your spine.

Breaking the silence, Noah’s voice slipped into the darkness. “You know,” he began, his tone casual yet thick with a hint of vulnerability, “sometimes I just… can’t help but think how beautiful you really are.” His words lingered in the air, catching you off guard. A rush of heat flushed your cheeks, and you felt your heart stumble for a moment.

You turned slightly, just enough to glance back at him, gauging his expression. There it was—the sincerity in his eyes that had always drawn you in, yet tonight, it felt different. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken confessions, until finally, he continued, "I know you’re my best friend, but… that’s not all I feel for you anymore."

Your breath caught in your throat. Did he just say what you think he said? Your mind raced through all your late-night talks and laughter-filled days, every moment where you’d sensed something more but had ignored it, afraid of ruining what you had. Yet, somehow, amidst the swirling emotions, something inside you sparked.

You found yourself leaning in, the distance between you shrinking in an almost magnetic pull. Before you could process it, you pressed your lips to his—a tentative brush at first, as if testing the waters of this new and unfamiliar shore. And then the floodgates opened.

Noah kissed you back with a fervor that almost knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you melted against him. Every brush of his fingers sent jolts of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that chased away the coolness of the night. Your heart raced as your kisses deepened, your lips moving in a synchronized dance laden with a hunger that had been building silently over the years.

In a flurry of movement, the playful kisses turned intense, your bodies intertwining like vines reaching for the sun. You felt his hands explore, tracing along you sides, gripping your ass, pulling you into him as though his life depended on it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the warmth of him igniting passion that you had kept at bay for so long.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured between kisses, his voice husky with desire. You could only nod, lost in the moment, your body answering before your mind could fully comprehend. Nothing had ever felt this right, this exhilarating.

The world around you faded, and it was as though only the two of you existed in a bubble where only you mattered. Every caress, every kiss ignited a longing that had been buried beneath layers of friendship. As you lost yourselves in each other, it became clear: this was no longer just a moment; it was the beginning of something beautifully inevitable.

Noah cupped your face, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against yours with a softness that quickly ignited into something deeper. Suddenly, Noah shifted beneath you, pulling you onto him so you were straddling his waist. The shift caught you off-guard, and your breath hitched as your bodies pressed against each other. The world faded away—nothing existed but the two of you and the heat radiating between.

With a firm grip on your hips, Noah guided you gently, yet purposefully, making you grind against him. The sensation sent waves of electricity racing through your body, and you gasped into his mouth, the kiss growing more fervent, more desperate. His hands navigated the small of your back, fingers digging in just enough to stoke the fire brewing within you.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Noah murmured against your lips, his breath warm like a summer breeze. “Same,” you managed to breathe out, lost in the rhythm of your movements, the sensations blurring everything else. Every kiss ignited a spark, every brush of your bodies fused your hearts a little closer. You didn’t want to think about anything else but this moment, this connection.

The air was thick with the scent of passion, of promises whispered in stolen moments. Noah’s hands roamed your body with purpose, his touch igniting every nerve ending, making you feel alive in a way you hadn’t expected. The kiss pulled you deeper into each other, the heat between you transforming the quiet night into a sanctuary of longing and love.

As the world faded into the background, all that mattered was the way his lips moved against yours, the way he held you close as though you were the only thing anchoring him to this reality. And for the first time, you both embraced the feelings that had been waiting to spill forth, allowing the night to carry you into uncharted territory together.

Noah’s hands gripped your hips tightly before they began to move, traveling slowly up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle yet sure touch, they slipped under your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin, teasing and exploring, igniting sparks wherever they touched.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his hands found their way to your tits, squeezing firmly yet tenderly. It was a bold move, one that made your heart thud harder in your chest, and you couldn’t help but arch toward him, inviting more of his touch. His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled away for a brief moment, his gaze wandering over you as if he were committing every detail to memory.

With a deliberate slowness, he lifted your shirt off, your heart pounding harder as the cool air kissed your skin. The look in his eyes as he admired you was almost overwhelming—an intoxicating mix of admiration and hunger that made you feel both shy and undeniably powerful. You could see the way his breath hitched, and that knowledge sent a thrill through you.

You leaned in closer, your skin brushing against his, a silent invitation for him to explore further. The connection between you two deepened. Where this would lead? The thrill was in the unknown. his hands quicly find purchase on your hips, gently but firmly pushing you off him. You landed softly on your back, a playful gasp escaping your lips as he climbed on top of you, his body warm and welcoming. His lips found your neck first, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.

he nipped at your skin, a playful bite to your tits and teasingly licking your nipples, you could feel the heat rising within you, an unquenchable fire igniting at his touch. His kisses traveled lower, down your chest and past your ribs, each one igniting a spark of desire deeper within you. You could hardly catch your breath as he continued his journey down your body, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

When he reached your underwear, his fingers slid lightly along your drenched folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster. “You’re so wet for me baby,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill through you.

Feeling bold, you arched your back slightly, craving more of his touch, urging him on. With a slow, deliberate motion, he traced the outline of your body, his fingers a gentle tease, while his eyes remained locked onto yours.

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him a flicker of both excitement and vulnerability filling the space between your bodies. It was thrilling, knowing you could share this intimate connection with someone who cherished every moment as much as you did. He gave you one last look, his eyes filled with pure lust, and excitement.

You softly bucked your hips, desperate for his touch. “Please Noah.” He smiled, finally pulling your now soaked panties off of you. You let out a sigh, as the cool air hit your soaked core. You lifted your thighs, letting them fall open before him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, bending down, placing soft kisses against the insides of your thighs.

When his mouth finally met your core, he went all in. His tongue slowly licked up your slit, before flicking your clit. You let out a desperate moan, softly grinding your hips against his tongue. He moaned against you, sending shivers throughout your body. He flattened his tongue, running it up and down a few more times before pulling away.

“I need to feel you.” He groaned, lifting up and removing his shirt, and the rest of his clothes. He laid back on top of you, capturing your lips in another kiss. This kiss was slow, and intense. As his tongue licked into your mouth, he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned into his mouth at the delicious stretch. Once he bottomed out, he sat still.

He grabbed your neck softly, this thumb and forefinger under your jaw, turning your face towards him. “Are you okay?” You bit your lip, staring deep into his eyes. All you could do was nod. He squeezed his fingers that were around your throat tighter, before laying his forehead on yours. “Use your words.” He growled, and pulled his hips back, and thrusted into you a little harder this time.

“Fuck yes, please.” You whined, the pressure on your throat making you feel lightheaded. You loved it. He kissed your lips one last time. “Good girl” he kept his hand firm on your throat, as he thrusted into you hard. You gripped his forearm, as he pounded into you roughly. “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” He grunted.

You wanted to speak, to agree with him but you were too lost in the pleasure. “This pussy is mine right baby? All mine.” You nodded your head the best you could with his fingers around your throat. “Yes yes yesss…” you whispered. His hand left your throat, grabbing your jaw, making your mouth open up. “Stick out your tongue baby.” Without a second thought, your tongue was out. He smirked down at you, before spitting directly on it. You groaned at the taste of him.

He pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach and grabbing your hips pulling them into air. You arched your back as much as you could ready for whatever you he wanted to give you. A sharp slap landed on your ass, as you whined. He rubbed the red skin, before dragging his tongue from the base of your spine all the way up between your shoulder blades. You let out a whimper at the contact. Your spine was so sensitive, it felt like heaven.

He reached under you, cupping your tits and pulling you up against his chest. He groaned sliding back into you, before whispering in your ear. “You sound so pretty baby.” You lifted your hand, grabbing the back of his head, tangling your fingers into the back of his short hair. He pounded into you again, fast and hard. You could feel your orgasm reaching its peak.

“You gonna cum for me sweetheart?” You nodded frantically, chasing that feeling. His hand left your chest, his fingers gliding down your body until they met your clit. He rubbed it softly, while still thrusted hard into you. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, as your orgasm wracked your body. “That’s it baby, good girl.”

He continued thrusting, as you rode out your high. He then pushed your head down to the mattress thrusting hard chasing his own high, before pulling out, and flipping you onto your back. You watched as he fucked his fist a few more times, releasing all over your chest and stomach. He crashed down beside you, as you both just laid there catching your breath.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, as he slipped out of bed. The sheets rustled softly as he swung his legs over the edge. You watched him, admiring the way his muscles moved under his skin, each movement a testament to his careful dedication to fitness. He walked toward the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps light on the hardwood floor.

In those quiet moments, you relished the atmosphere the scattered remnants of your laughter still dancing in the air. You closed your eyes and let your thoughts wander, savoring the intimacy of just being together.

A moment later, he returned, holding a damp rag and a teasing smirk. “The clean-up crew is here,” he joked, his voice playful, and the warmth in his eyes drew you in. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his theatrics.

Gently, he dabbed the cloth against your skin, his movements tender and careful, treating you like something precious. Each stroke felt soothing, apologies woven into the fabric of his gentleness.

The rag soon fell aside as he moved closer, enveloping you in his embrace. “But in all seriousness,” he said softly, his tone shifting to one of sincerity, “I love being close to you like this. It feels… right.”

You looked up into his eyes, recognizing the depth of his words. In the momentary silence, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you intertwined in the serenity of shared vulnerability. It was sacred, profound, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for it all.

With a soft kiss on your forehead, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you in against his side. As he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you snuggled closer, content to let the warmth of his body seep into yours as the moon light cast a shimmering glow through the curtains. In that perfect, intimate quiet, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together.

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luckybyler · 3 months ago

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Milkvans and Noah haters: “The whole cast hates Noah and they’re forced to be near him”

People from Atlanta: “Actually Finn and Noah have been hanging out at restaurants here but ask people not to take photos”

That one Byler hater from Twitter in particular: “So Finn and Noah are dating but Natalia and Charlie are the better couple”

Milkvans and Noah haters: “Oh, so now Bylers are shipping Finn and Noah and spreading rumours about them, how delusional”

#stranger things #noah schnapp #Finn Wolfhard #stranger things bts #byler #<target audience #if I were rich I would hang out with my friends at fancy restaurants too

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sorrowsofsilence · 9 months ago

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Nightmares • Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (fem!fingering, male!receiving, explicit language)

Prompt: You wake up from a nightmare, and your friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.

Authors note: I know this prompt was requested a while ago, but I finally got it out hehehHEHEHE

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch @blackveilomens @skulliecadaver-blog @silentglassbreak @darkmxgician

(some tags are from older one shots, so if you want on or off the tag list pls let me know! :3)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3

“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.” He seethed through his tongue, piercing me with his harsh words.

“But-“ you whispered, barely able to make a sound as your stomach clenched with complete heartbreak.

You never should have admitted your feelings for your best friend.

Noah’s glare was grim as he pointed a finger into your chest, disgust radiating off of his tone, “I would never love someone like you.”

His words dug into your soul, breaking you from the inside out as if you were a worthless, disposable vase, shattering into unfixable pieces.

“Y/N,” he yelled, face inches from yours with a snarl evident on his face as he bore hatred into you.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes opened as you gasped, your body flying upward as you sat on the couch, chest heaving heavily.

Wet tear-stained cheeks left you gathering your bearings, before making eye contact with a concerned brunette, his auburn orbs furrowed with distress.

You coughed and choked on your saliva, breathing with intensity as you sobbed loudly, pulling the thin fuzzy blanket up to your throat in an attempt to comfort yourself.

With legs draped over Noah’s lap, the two of you were placed on the couch. Looking around the room in confusion as the blue light from the tv danced across the darkened room, you watched it illuminating Noah’s worry. The sound of the movie that you were long-gone from paying attention to, was muffled within your ears as they rang with anxiety, unable to focus on what just happened.

Right, you were watching a movie with him; but must’ve fallen asleep.

It was just a nightmare- but it felt so real.

Noah’s calloused hand reached out to you, his slender fingers delicate as he rested them on your leg, ghosting over the exposed skin from your shorts.

“Y/N,” Noah’s voice cracked with fret, “what happened?”

You sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head, “n-nothing, I just had a bad dream.”

Sucking in a hyperventilating breath, you sighed and Noah opened his arms, inviting you into his space.

You hesitated for a moment, something that he noticed, before he reached over to grab your shoulders and pulled you into him anyway.

You relaxed slightly once safe in his familiar arms, pressed against his chest. Your face nuzzled into his black sharingan hoodie, his cologne faint as it mixed with the smell of tide from his laundry. The fabric was soft against your s/c skin, and Noah’s fingers began cradling your head, running across your scalp and through your strands in a soothing motion.

His free hand rubbed up your back as you rocked gently, “did you want to talk about it?”

“uh, n-no.” You hiccuped.

Your heart pounded at the thought of telling him what happened in the dream. He couldn’t know it was about him rejecting you, saying he would never love you.

The two of you had only been friends for a couple of years, meeting at a record label party. You were talking to Matt about sound mixing and Noah had overheard; and you’ve been inseparable since.

You never intended to fall in love with him. Of course you’ve always found him handsome, but there wasn’t ever an initial crush. However as you got to know him, his humour and personality sucked you in, leaving you completely whipped; and lost.

It was easier to believe he would never feel the same, because you were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Noah sucked in a breath, “are you sure? I’m pretty worried about you right now, not gonna lie.”

Shrugging, you squeezed onto his body and clung to him. Noah’s small circles on your back delved lower and lower before sliding underneath your crew neck, inviting himself to trail his nails along the bare skin of your back. He traced rhythmic patterns, leaving the skin goose-bumping and tingling.

He always did that when you were anxious.

“One second you were quietly sleeping, the next you were thrashing and crying.” He whispered, resting his cheek on your head. He was genuinely worried, and you knew he cared about you; despite the harsh words that came from the dream.

You exhaled heavily, easing into his touch, “It’s okay, it was just awful… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Noah hummed, agreeing warily. You twisted your body so you were resting your back against his chest and snuggling into his arm that wrapped around you, before turning your attention back to the movie. His hand still rested along the skin beneath the sweater, holding onto your side.

You had no clue what was going on in the movie, but the two main characters on screen were heavily kissing, and beginning to strip. You and Noah watched in silence, ignoring the awkward tension that began to build as you held each other to the sex scene unfolding ahead.

With puffy eyes you wiped your cheeks again and began focusing on breathing, worried he’d notice the way it hitched as the characters loved each other. Your mind raced as it replayed the nightmare over and over again.

Noah’s torso stiffen, his hand on your side hesitating for a moment, before circling the skin again. He ran his hand across your stomach, soothingly.

You pretended to be focused on the movie, and so did Noah, but knew his attention shifted once his fingers tailed further down, the tips treading dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.

He dipped his fingers just between the waistband, running them across your abdomen, the skin tingling at the sensation.

Sucking in a shaky breath as he pushed his hand down further, touching the top of your underwear; you felt your stomach churn in anticipation.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously, confused at his actions. Noah’s always been touchy with you, whether it was playing with your hair, holding and hugging you, or tickling your skin; but this was something different- something blurring the line between friendship and more.

His chest vibrated as he spoke, a sultry touch added to his tone, “Maybe, if you’re comfortable,” his fingers continued to slide further down, now between your underwear, “you need a little distraction?”

Your heartbeat quickened at his words, a mix of confusion and excitement washing over you. Noah’s fingers lingered for a moment, waiting for an answer.

“What do you mean?” You whispered and felt him smile as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“I can tell you’re overthinking,” He said gently, “so, let me give you something else to focus on?”

The muscles of your thighs clenched at his words as lust washed through you. Of course, you’ve thought about Noah’s inked fingers; there have been many times you imagined your own were his during nights fated to lustful thoughts.

As the room felt smaller and smaller, your mind began to wander to dirty images of succumbing to Noah, the nightmare beginning to wash away.

Nodding slowly you questioned him, “like?”

A breath caught in your throat once his fingers dipped against your sensitive skin, pressing small circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers.

“This,” his voice hoarse and hungry.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Noah’s fingers slid between your folds, the slick arousal coating his fingers as he teased your entrance.

“You’re soaked, and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled, and your face flushed from embarrassment. Everything about him turned you on, and now he knew.

You hummed, too nervous to make a sound as his fingers sank into you. With your head tilted back to rest it onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes, afraid to look at Noah who was peering down.

Noah’s free hand ran up underneath your shirt, passing your chest before stopping at the nape of your neck.

“You’re allowed to moan,” He chuckled, his fingers curling.

Laughing lowly, your hips beginning to rut towards his touch, “Well then, I’m going to need you to make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Eyes fluttered open to his, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Noah’s dark eyes flickered to his hand that pleasured you, watching how you pushed and pulled from his touch, his mouth agape, almost moaning himself. His repetitive motion left you crumbling, body close to release.

His fingers continuously curled towards your pleasure, his thumb pressed against your clit as he skillfully gave you everything he had. His free hand slid from the base of your neck, grabbing hold of your chest, squeezing.

Noah’s fingers slid up, the pads rubbing along aggressively, stimulating every desire you have ever had. At that moment a moan escaped your throat and he smiled widely, encouraging him to go even faster.

“There you go,” He groaned in contentment and you felt him harden below. Your fingers gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin as eyelids lowered in rapture, stimulating that you were seconds away from release.

“Oh fuck,” you cried as you came, your other hand gripping Noah’s that held you from above your shirt, squeezing as your abdomen clenched. Legs began closing around his hand as Noah worked out your orgasm, refusing to stop until you pushed him away.

With heavy pants you sat up, turning to face Noah who smiled, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking your release off of them. The tension between you two grew stronger as his hand then slid to the top of his cotton shorts, palming his erection that pushed tauntingly against the fabric.

You watched hungrily, mind no longer thinking about the nightmare from minutes before; but instead wanted to see how far he’d be willing to go- just this once.

“I think I need more of a distraction,” you said delicately, adrenaline taking your racing heart. Without a second thought, you then straddled Noah on the couch, grinding into him as his fingers gripped your hips.

Your body began aching for Noah’s touch again, craving him as his auburn eyes flicked between your own and your lips. You leaned down as his hands travelled up your body, gripping your face as he broke the distance and kissed you desperately. You couldn’t help it as your stomach grew butterflies, his soft lips devouring your own in a hungry kiss, lips open as his tongues pushed against each others.

A guttural groan escaped Noah as he kissed you deeper, the beat of his heart vibrating against his chest in excitement. His hands glided down to follow every curve of your body, pushing and pulling against the skin with need. His hands landed on either side of your hips once again before gripping your ass, pushing you into his arousal, frantic for friction.

“I bet I can make you come without even touching you,” you teased and spoke into his lips, rutting back and forth along his covered length.

Noah chuckled darkly, “I guarantee you could,” his breath quickened, “but I’ve dreamed about your lips wrapped around my cock too many times to let that happen the first time.”

Pausing for a moment, you stared down at him, almost shocked at his words. His smile was radiant as he brought you into another haste kiss, feeling giddy as you two melded into one.

Dream, about you?

“Really?” You whispered, barely audible. You shoved the surprise to the back of your brain, kissing him eagerly one more time before sliding off his lap and onto the floor. Positioning yourself between his legs, you then gripped the hem of his shorts as he watched every move, analyzing each touch.

“I need you Y/N,” he replied as you pulled his shorts down, his arousal breaking free and standing hard against his stomach. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you gripped him, beginning to stroke up and down.

Noah ardently pushed into your hand and watched with furrowed brows. You then slowly licked a strip up his length before taking him into your mouth fully.

Swirling your tongue along the tip, you then began sliding down, lapping and sucking. Listening to his moans left your knees weak, barely supporting yourself below, succumbing to his need.

Noah’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held it out of your face, admiring you worshiping him. His head fell back in pleasure as you took your free hand to stroke what was free at the base, rubbing his skin firmly but in a delicate manner.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N,” his groan deep and lewd, the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him leaving Noah crumbling to the touch.

You wanted to take an orgasm from him, but weren’t sure whether you wanted him coating the back of your throat, or breeding your insides.

“So,” you licked up Noah again before pulling back, stroking him with a hand as you spoke, “do you want to come in my mouth…”

You trailed off, before looking up at him devilishly through your lashes, “or inside of me?”

Noah’s slanted-slutty grin and lidded eyes told you everything, but his words reassured you completely, erasing any signs of doubt you had from the nightmare.

“I’ve always wanted to make every inch of you mine.”

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You Matter To Me

Sara Bareilles (ft. Jason Mraz)

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Noah and Cody have a quick chat.

Cody really didn't expect to like Noah as much as he does. He also didn't expect Noah to make him this happy. That's why it hurts when he realizes Noah's better off without him. Without his baggage, without his adversity, without his mess. Man what a mess it is. He wouldn't blame Noah in the least if he thought it was too much to handle and left without looking back.

Fortunately, Cody matters too much to Noah to let him go so easily. Cody couldn't be more grateful. Maybe one day he'll learn to tell him.

#ellipsis are a guys best friend! love those things!#anyway WOW was this a struggle. Words are so hard sometimes #like OBVIOUSLY I had this whole event drafted and I knew what was gonna happen but the dialogue I figured out as I went #Is it good?? Do you get it?? Lord I hope so #total drama #total drama world tour #tdwt #total drama noah #td noah #total drama cody #td cody #cody anderson #noco #total drama noco #td noco #world tour but noco are the only ones kissing #Starry makes art #Dear Cody: I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight #They don't pull away... they don't look at your face... and they don't try to kiss you #All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it #I hope you become addicted. I hope you become addicted to saying things and... having to matter to someone #this is also half waitress propaganda. You Matter To Me was written for waitress and its SUCH a good musical please you have to believe me

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n.s. | happy birthday

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summary: Sometimes lying is okay when it's planning a birthday surprise for the birthday-hating man you love.

content tags: fluff, fluff, fluff.

word count: 2.5k.

note: Is this two whole days late? Yes. But it's finally here and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for being so patient, and again, Happy Birthday Noah our beloved 🖤

You’d both gone to bed hours ago, and when you were certain Noah was asleep, you carefully untangled yourself from his arms and slipped out of bed.

“Where are you going?” His drowsy voice reaches your ears through the darkness.

You squeeze your eyes closed and scrunch up your face with your back to him; you were so sure he was asleep. “I can feel a headache coming on. I’m just going to get the meds I left in your car,” you lie, turning around to face him. “I’ll be quick,” you lean down to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“M’kay,” he mumbles, rubbing your back as his eyes drift closed again.

You head out of your shared room to the front door, grabbing his keys on the way. Thankfully, he seemed to believe your little white lie. Going straight for the trunk of the car when you step outside, you hope the flowers you'd stashed in there all day hadn't wilted to death. Inspecting them under the light of the car, they did look a little sad, but you were sure some water and sunlight could save them.

Cradling the flowers, card, and little gift box in your arms carefully, you enter back into the house, cautious not to let the paper wrapping on the flowers crinkle too loud. You go to the kitchen and take out the vase you'd washed and stashed away earlier, filling it with a little water for the flowers to revive in. Setting it all up nicely on the counter—the card resting against the vase and the little box, wrapped in silver paper sitting in front.

Noah told you not to get him anything, but you weren't about to let that slide. He might not be big on birthdays, but you wanted nothing more than an excuse to shower him with love, and knowing he'd likely be up tomorrow before you, he'd find your little surprise first thing when he goes into the kitchen. You take a glass from the cupboard, fill it halfway with water, and take it with you as evidence of your little deception.

"All good?" He asks when you tiptoe back into your room.

"Yeah, all good." You set the glass down on the side and crawl back under the sheets with him, where he instinctively pulls you close into his side, the warmth of his body banishing the chill from yours.

The dip in the mattress wakes you a few hours later, followed by Noah’s lips ghosting softly over yours. With a sleepy groan, your hands instinctively move to his shoulders, where he’s hovering over you.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers.

For a moment you’re confused about the sudden show of affection until you crack your eyes open against the glow of the morning to see him holding his card and gift, the latter still unopened. “You haven’t even opened it yet,” you smile when he rests his forehead against yours.

“The card would’ve been enough,” he kisses you again. When he pulls back, you see his eyes are rimmed red, like he’d been crying. “What you wrote was so beautiful. I just- I’ve never felt so loved before. I’ve never loved anyone like you before.”

Now he’s going to make you cry. You encircle his shoulders with your arms, pulling him down on top of you and holding him close, so tight as though you could transfer all of the love you feel for him from your body to his. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, his arm securely around your waist, and you lie there together while the sun rises higher in the sky and the birds fill the air with song.

“C’mon,” you pat his back after a few minutes, “you need to open your present!”

He squeezes you just a little tighter before he plants a kiss against your shoulder and lets go. He sits up, and you follow, crossing your legs and snuggling into the duvet to hide from the cold October air.

Noah looks down at the little box in his hands, then looks at you, his expression saying, “Are you serious? I told you not to get me anything.” You nod encouragingly, and he finally tears off the tape from the metallic silver paper to reveal the little black box inside. He looks up at you again, quizzically.

“If you want to know what it is, just open it! Don’t look at me!” You kick him playfully from beneath the sheets. He laughs and shakes his head, pulling the lid from the base and finally revealing the gift you agonised over for months inside. You sneak a hand out of the sheets to bite at your nail, suddenly questioning your choice. What if he didn’t like it? He was right; you shouldn’t have gotten him anything. You should’ve just stuck with the card. Now he’s going to have to pretend he likes it to not hurt your feelings.

But when he takes it out of the box and sighs your name, your anxieties vanish as quickly as they arrived. “It’s the date we met,” he says quietly.

“Yeah,” you reply just as quietly, slipping out of the sheets to sit by his side, your legs folded beneath you. “I stole your other bracelet to get the right size, so I hope it fits.”

“Oh, so it didn’t fall down the back of the dresser?” He teases, raising an eyebrow at you.

“It might have fallen into my bag and all the way to the jewellers.”

“Will you put it on for me?” He asks, looking at you with those big brown eyes that make you melt every time.

You nod and take the silver chain from his hand. He holds out his right arm for you to loop the bracelet around, positioning the bar—engraved with the day you first met—on the top. Once it’s secure, he takes your arms and pulls you into him, onto his lap, where he wraps his arms around your waist to snuggle close into your shoulder and mumbles, “I love you.”

“Do you like it?” You ask, tenderly running your fingers through his hair.

“Are you kidding?” He pulls back to meet your eyes. “I love it. I love you. I never cared for my birthday until I met you,” he brushes your sleep-tousled hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Now each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together.”

You feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks, warming your face. “I love you too,” you smile and lean in to meet his lips. A soft and gentle kiss, full of love and adoration for the man that chose you that day and still continues to choose you.

“Do you want your cake?” You ask with a teasing smile when you pull back, raising your eyebrows.

Noah blinks in surprise. “My what?”

“Come on!” Your grin spreads wide across your face as you slide off his knee and drag him up with you by his hands, holding them all the way to the kitchen.

You let go when you reach the fridge, throwing open the door and scooping out the contents and tossing them on the counter: tomato ketchup, chicken, veggies, miscellaneous sauces, leftovers.

“What are you doing?” Noah chuckles.

“I hid it in the back yesterday. I can’t believe you didn’t see it... AHA!” You declare when you finally reach the white box. You turn to place it on the counter only to find there’s little to no room left.

“No wonder I didn’t find it. You totally buried it back there!”

“It was a surprise!” You banter back.

Noah just laughs and shakes his head, taking several items in hand and placing them back in the fridge to clear a space for you. Leaving the cake box on the counter, you take the candles from their hiding spot inside a mug in the cupboard and dig the matches out of the drawer. When Noah was putting the last items back in the fridge you ordered, “Stay there! Don’t turn around!” He throws his hands up in surrender and stays facing the fridge.

You quickly lift the lid to reveal the funfetti cake decorated with white icing and fresh fruit on top. You consider placing exactly twenty-nine candles, one for every year of his age, but decide against it and add five instead. Lighting them quickly before they get the chance to drip wax onto the frosting. “Don’t move!” You yell, crossing the room to hit the light switch.

“I’m not!”

“Okay,” you sigh, taking the cake in your hands. “Okay, you can turn around now.”

The candles, though small, illuminate the room in a warm, comforting glow, the light of the morning blocked by the still-drawn shades. While the fire warmed you on the outside, the intimate nature of the scene warmed you on the inside. You sing as soon as Noah turns around, and a smile erupts across his face, reaching his eyes, making them crease at the corners, and making his cheeks look full.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Noah, Happy Birthday to you!” He moves closer to close the gap between the two of you. “Come on, make a wish!” You hold up the cake higher as the candles melt.

Noah places his hands over yours where they hold the cake and, with one quick breath, blows out all the candles in one go. “I don’t need to make a wish. All my wishes already came true when I found you.” His eyes meet yours in the dim light, and you put the cake back down to fall into his chest, your arms secure around his waist. “Thank you for this,” he whispers, resting his cheek against your head.

“You’re welcome,” your voice muffled against his hoodie. “You deserve to be celebrated. It’s your day.”

Noah sighs and squeezes his arms around you tighter, swaying you both gently side to side. In his arms has to be your favourite place to be. The place that never fails to banish your worries and anxieties, you hope to remain here for as long as time will allow.

“Do you want a slice?” You mumble against his chest.

“Of cake? For breakfast?”

“Yes!” You exclaim like it was obvious, looking up at his face.

“We can’t have cake for breakfast,” he scolds, holding you close by the hips.

“It’s your birthday! We can do whatever we want,” you turn, dip your finger in the frosting and smear it on his nose, then wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

He gasps and laughs, full and carefree. He always works so hard and weighs himself down with self-created expectations. To see him now, relaxed and accepting of the love he deserves, especially on his birthday of all days, a day he’s so adamant about not celebrating, warms your heart and brings a smile to your own face. He deserves to be celebrated, and you wish you could get that into his head.

“You know what? You’re right,” Noah dips his finger in the frosting and smears it on the tip of your own nose. “I’ll get some plates,” he leans down to meet your lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.

You laugh in disbelief, then shake your head and get a knife from the drawer, wiping off the frosting and licking it off your finger. “Mm, it’s good!” You look over your shoulder where Noah has two forks and two plates from the cupboard, frosting gone from his own nose and a pleased expression on his face. He nods in agreement and sets down the plates. “How big of a slice do you want?” You ask.

“Hm, maybe just a little piece. Then we can have real breakfast after,” he snakes his arms around your waist as you make the first cut, clinging to your back.

“This is real breakfast,” you retort, lifting the cake carefully with the knife and placing it on a plate, then cutting a piece for yourself. “It has fruit on it.”

“You’re right, that makes it a health food,” he jokes, taking a bite-sized piece on his fork.

“Exactly,” you nod, doing the same.

The cake was amazing, thankfully. You were worried about the flavour, having never bought a birthday cake for Noah before. He wasn’t the type to frequently eat cake, which left you stumped in the store when the staff asked what flavour you wanted. Her suggestion seemed to be a success though, judging by Noah’s pleased hums behind you and the way he was forking down another bite.

“I love the flowers, by the way. They’re beautiful,” he mumbles, mouth full of cake and a smile on his lips.

You glance over to the vase at the end of the counter; the bright colours of the petals thankfully revived after suffocating in the trunk of his car all day. “Good, I’m glad. You deserve beautiful things.”

“Not as beautiful as you, though,” he leans to the side and wipes frosting from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before leaning in to place a quick peck on your cheek. You roll your eyes at the compliment, fighting to suppress the flustered smile it brought to your face.

Cake devoured, you lounge on the couch together, putting on the local weather to see what activities the day would allow. Noah brought the flowers with him, placing them in the centre of the coffee table right in his line of sight, with the card you wrote standing in front of them.

Noah,

Happy Birthday, my love!

You’ve worked so hard this year, and it has been nothing short of a pleasure to watch you grow and achieve everything you aimed for, and more. I know it hasn’t all been easy, but your perseverance and drive to be the best version of you that you can be inspire me every single day. Even on days where we’ve struggled, you never let it get in the way of what’s most important.

I love you so much, I don’t even think I can put it into words. It’s an honour to listen to your beautiful voice and watch you create every day, and I feel so lucky to be a part of your life and have you be a part of mine.

Thank you for being here for me through everything I’ve been through this past year, even when I felt like I didn’t deserve it. You keep me sane when I’m overwhelmed and feel like I’m losing my mind from stress, and I’ll never be able to express how grateful I am for your love, support, and presence by my side. You mean the world to me.

I look forward to seeing what the next year together brings us, what you achieve next, and what our lives will be like in a year's time.

Thank you for always being my light in the dark and for continuing to love me.

I love you, and I hope you have a good birthday. ♡

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