#noah blurb

[flowery-mess]

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.

[abiomens]

noah blurb, nsfw bellow the cut

he’s got his fingers knuckles deep inside you, curling them and he cant help but lean down and lap at your clit. you’re already in a whole other plane of existence, and the added stimulation of his tongue when he’s rubbing against that perfect spot inside you? oh you’re a goner.

and when you’ve covered his fingers in cum, he’s suddenly pealing your thighs off the sides of his face and god he’s a sight. the lower half of his face is covered and his hair is messy from you threading your fingers through it and tugging. he’s leaning over you and tracing his fingers over your lips, then he’s gently parting them and shoving them in your mouth. is absolutely teasing you when you gag on them.

definitely running his mouth while he does this.

“wanna clean my fingers for me puppy?”

“cmon, someones gotta clean up your mess.”

“aw, poor baby. can’t even handle my fingers? how are you supposed to take my cock then, hm?”

“sucha good girl for me.”

alright i’ll see myself out- @amourtoken

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Smiley Noah

[thefallennightmare]

I'm supposed to be asleep right now, far off in dreamland of make believe scenarios. However, I saw the picture of Noah in Ash's gym and it awoke the whore on my shoulder. So here I am yet again with another thought but this time, Noah gets some love. This is a bit longer than a typical blurb of mine so enjoy!

It's feral hours. If the whore on my shoulder doesn't sleep, neither should I.

PART TWO

18+ smut below the cut(thigh riding in public with female orgasm and Noah being so smug about it, dirty talk, dom!Noah)

You're not sure exactly how you got to be in this position, sparring with the tall tattooed man in your class. It could be because you typically went to the 9 am classes at Ash's gym. But lately with your new job, you started going to the 6 a.m. classes which is where you first noticed the tall tattooed man.

It was a week of stolen glances that turned into lingering eyes as you worked around each other in the gym. From whispers throughout, you found out that the tattooed mans name was Noah and he brought Ash with him when he went out on tour.

"Yeah he's some hot shot musician," your typical sparring partner informed you one day.

You never spoke one word to Noah and you planned to keep it that way because of the way he made your heart race and pussy clench. How could one man covered in tattoos be so fucking hot?

But when you walked into the gym that morning to notice your typical sparring partner hadn't showed, you and Noah the only ones in the gym, you were left with no other choice but him. So you sucked up your confusing feelings and slowly walked over to him as he was stretching.

"Hi," you gave a small wave. "My partner isn't here and I noticed you were alone and thought maybe we could do it together. I mean spar together, not do it together. I don't know you like that so that would be weird."

Noah stood tall, staring blankly at your face causing you to throw a thumb over your shoulder. "I'm going to shut up before I say something more embarrassing and go spar with the wall or something."

With your back turned, you made it one step before his voice stopped you.

"I'm not going to take it easy on you. I've seen you spar in here before. I know what you can handle."

Turning swiftly on your feet, you smirked. "I wouldn't expect anything less.

Okay, he definitely did not take it easy on you.

Noah had managed to knock you down to the mat not once, not twice, but a total of four times; each and every time knocking the breath out of you.

"Fuck," you choked out while laying on the mat, staring up at the ceiling.

Noah, who stood tall above you, peered down at you with sweat gathering along his forehead, him pushing away the strands of auburn hair. All while wearing that stupid yet adorable smirk you found yourself drifting too the last week.

"You okay?"

He asked that every time he took you down. While he did overpower you and proven that you needed to work on your takedowns a bit more, Noah always made sure you were fine.

You nodded as best you could. "Yep. I'm just going to lay here for a minute."

With a chuckle, Noah sat on the mat next to you, the warm skin of his thigh brushing against your leg.

That fucking thigh tattoo.

That was the reason why you were able to get distracted every time. Because you couldn't stop staring at it; something Noah picked up on immediately once he sat next to you.

The sexual tension had grown with each sparring session the two of you had that morning and by the fourth one, you felt like your body was buzzing with arousal. You needed some sort of outlet that wouldn't cause the wind to get knocked out of you.

"Ready to go again? Or is there something else you had in mind?" Noah asked while dragging a finger up and down the exposed skin of your stomach, thanks to your sports bra and legging combo.

You turned your head towards him slightly, still laying on the mat, and gathered all your strength to say two words.

"Like what?"

Noah glanced around the still empty gym before rolling over on top of you, placing his thigh between your legs. Your eyes widened as you stared up at him.

"What are you? -Oh," you let out a soft moan when he pressed his thigh up against your clit.

"You worked hard, angel. You deserve to take a break and just let go," his voice dropped dangerously low.

Angel.

The nickname made your skin buzz with desire as he continued to press his thick thigh up against you. It was as if you were fucking the face he had tattooed. You put your knees up so you were able to wrap your ankles around his, locking him into place. It was now easier for you to rub your cunt up and down his thigh, all while Noah brushed away the hair from your face to whisper int the crook of your neck.

"I've been watching you every day the last week. Watching your ass in those tight spandex shorts. Watching how perfect your tits look in these tight bras. After this, I'm going to fuck these tits. Do you want that, angel?"

You nodded, so far gone in bliss, you didn't care what he did to you. Just as long as he let you continue to ride his thigh.

"Shit," you breathed, raking your nails down the black material of his shirt when you felt the warmness creep in your cut and your legs began to shake.

You were close, ready to jump off the cliff and into the waters of ecstasy.

"Such a whore for my thigh," Noah chuckled darkly as he peered down to were you were now rubbing up against him like a dog. "You want it? You want to cum?"

You nodded desperately, your pleas echoing through out the gym.

Noah gripped your chin, forcing you to open up your eyes to look at him.

"Then be a good girl and call out my name when you cum."

You did.

You sang his name like a mantra as your orgasm washed over you, dragging you down to the depths. Noah praised you for doing so well with feather like kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted from the ground and thrown over Noah's broad shoulder.

"Where are we going?" You wondered, still coming down from your high.

He smacked your ass causing you to yelp out as he walked down the back hallway of the gym.

"Ash has a sauna that he lets me use. I told you I was going to fuck those perfect tits."

Your giggles of excitement echoed in your wake as you were suddenly very thankful for your new sparring partner.

[artificialbreezy]

i’ve had this thought/au in my head for a long while now tbh so i thought i’d share it with you.

Pairing: Camboy!Noah x fem reader

CW: not much tbh, smut LMAO

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

Noah was very honest with you when you guys first started talking. He was a sex worker. He expressed he never collaborated with anyone, it was all solo content and you had nothing to worry about and he swore he’d protect your privacy if you guys ended up dating.

He’s an absolute sweetheart to you, all the time. It was a surprise when you decided to watch a stream he was doing and hearing all the mean, filthy things coming from his mouth.

As time went on, he always mentioned doing things together in his stream and keeping you hidden. Whether you’re on the other side of the room playing with your cunt while he’s talking you through and they don’t know he’s talking you through it. Or under his desk, cock down your throat while he’s talking to the chat about how fucking good this feels, and how close he is.

Tonights stream? Fleshlight.

You're kneeled under his desk, touching yourself while gagging on his cock. He's made you promise not to make a noise. He just told his chat he's using a toy. Which wasn't exactly a lie. But you've already broken your promise, and you can’t be bothered to feel guilty for it. Not when he’s fucking your throat that good.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," he groans. Little dings notify you of his comments. He rubs your head gently in praise, bucking his hips. "Oh, good girl.”

You’ve learned that it wasn't uncommon for him to speak towards his chat like that, giving things a little life to be more interactive.

Tapping against your ear, a silent question to make sure you’re still comfortable.

You’re a little envious of the view the chat has, you’d love nothing more than to see his beautiful face scrunched up, head thrown back as he reaches his end. Your tongue moves along the underside of his cock, dragging up to his leaking tip. Hearing his gasp sends a low chuckle from you. Making his hips force their way down your throat.

“Fuck, this is my favorite fleshlight. Always treats me so fucking good.”

[iwasntstable]

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| WORD COUNT: 1.4k | RATING: SFW | CONTENT TAGS: fluff | The things you do when you're missing Noah while he's away.

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NOTE: Enjoy this little fluff piece to make up for the angst I posted 2 days ago 🖤

Noah has been gone for 2 weeks now. You text and call throughout the day, every day—when he has time. Preparations for their upcoming projects, music video filming, and meeting after meeting to discuss the business side of things take up all of his time. He always works hard, but this was another level that you weren’t used to.

You’ve never been one to yearn particularly hard after a partner, missing them a normal, regular amount, then feeling fulfilled when you reunite after a couple of days. But with Noah, it was different. When you parted, it felt like half of you was missing. Your place was too quiet when he wasn't around. You didn't live in a particularly big place, but it seems vast and empty now that you're alone. Even though the gaping hole his absence left in your life is indisputable, you try to carry on as best as you can.

But even while doing the most mundane tasks, your thoughts are preoccupied with Noah. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, embracing you tightly from behind as you make a sandwich. Your personal space is as much his as it is yours.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, trying your best to assemble the food with his towering frame clinging to you.

“Just wanna cuddle you,” he mumbles into your neck. Your cheeks grow warm, turning as best you can in his hold to look at him over your shoulder.

But when you look, he’s not there. The hum of the fridge and the chill in the evening air are your only companions. The kitchen is too big without him clinging to your back and the smile brought to your face by the memory drops. With a dejected sigh, you place the last piece of bread on top, finishing your little meal and retreating to the living room.

Picking at the bread, you scour your streaming options for something to watch, seeing shows and movies you’re interested in, but just don’t feel in the mood to watch right now. You add them to your ‘Watch Later...’ list and keep searching.

In the “Continue Watching...” section, the show with way too many seasons you were working your way through is first in line. The preview reminds you where you left off, and you get the urge to hit play, but you were watching this with Noah. He sits forward, yelling at the screen for the characters to, “no! Don’t do that! Oh my God… It’s like they want to die!” Looking bewildered in your direction.

You can’t stifle the laugh, prompting him to hit you playfully with one of the couch cushions.

“What?!” he exclaims, his eyes bright and smiling wide, his hands speaking for him. “Why would you walk in the direction of the bomb? Is she stupid?!”

"No, you’re right,” you clutch your abdomen, the beginnings of an ache in your side from laughing so hard. “I know she’s the main character, but why is she so unlikable? Oh my God…” You let out a long breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

Blinking rapidly to rid them of the burn, you play Howl’s Moving Castle instead. Abandoning both the movie and the sandwich half finished when the weight in your chest becomes too heavy.

You don’t even bother to clean up, going straight to your room and crawling under the covers. Attempting to seek comfort in the sheets. But the other side of the bed is too empty and smells too much like him. You reach out, laying your hand on the pillow where he should be. Running your hand through his hair, his drowsy eyes close, a content smile on his lips as he enjoys your affections.

“I love you,” he says quietly, turning his cheek into your palm.

A tear escapes your eye. “I miss you,” you whisper to the space beside you.

You can’t sleep. You haven’t been able to sleep properly for a while now. Only 2 weeks he’s been away, and he’ll be back in just a few days time. You never thought you’d find yourself yearning like this, but the ache in your heart won’t subside, and your usual distractions are failing you. So you decide to indulge in your sadness. 

Taking your laptop from where you left it on the floor, you pull up Spotify. Gravitating immediately to the Bad Omens artist page and hitting play on the The Death of Peace of Mind album. Closing your eyes as soon as his voice comes through the speakers, the soft tone of his singing at the beginning of Concrete Jungle. You push all of the loud thoughts from your mind, focussing only on him. It helps. The tracks trick your brain into thinking he’s here with you. Taking his pillow and holding it to your chest, you allow yourself to be enveloped by the sound and scent of him. You don’t even notice when you start to drift off to sleep. If he couldn’t physically be here to bring you peace of mind, at least his voice could.

When Noah unlocks your door, he’s surprised to see the TV off, a half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table, and you absent from your usual spot on the couch. It was late, but you’re a night owl; it's out of character for you to sleep so early. He re-locks the door behind him and moves quietly through the room, toeing off his shoes and leaving them next to yours. Deciding too, to place his bags down by the door. He didn’t want to knock anything over and wake you if you really were asleep.

He hears the music before he opens the door, the pang of recognition becoming clearer when he cracks it open, and sees your sleeping form in the bed. Your laptop sitting open on his side of the bed, Just Pretend filling the silence of the room. Noah can’t help but smile, his socked feet soundlessly closing the distance between him and the bed where he sits carefully beside you.

Watching you sleep for a moment, his heart feels full at this image of you. Smiling at the sight, he slips his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants, opening the camera app and double-checking that the flash isn’t on. He snaps a couple of pictures, grinning as he does so. The laptop is visible over your shoulder, clearly showing his album open and playing on Spotify. He places his phone down next to yours on the bedside table and lays a hand gently on your shoulder. He’s reluctant to pull you from your sleep, but he needs you. And it’s clear that you need him too.

“Babe,” he whispers, his palm smoothing over your shoulder. He leans in closer, calling your name just a little louder and shaking you gently.

You begin to stir. Dreaming of Noah being where he belongs by your side in bed. Your head rests against his chest as he caresses your arm gently.

“Wake up,” he says softly, and your eyes crack open. Squinting against the sunlight. “Wake up, baby.”

He’s singing too. “Weigh down on me, stay ‘til morning, weigh down…”

“Hey,” he says softly, “what’re you doing?”

“Noah?” You mumble, realising the light in your eyes was your laptop, and it was as though you could hear two of him.

“Hi, I’m here. We wrapped up early, I tried to call you,” he brushes your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

You roll onto your back, and there he is. Hair fluffy, holding a slight wave, and an infectious grin across his face as he looks at you. He looks so soft and warm in his hoodie, and you just want to dive into his arms. So you do, sitting up to collapse into him. He pulls you onto his lap, rocking you side to side, holding you so fiercely it was as though he were trying to make up for every second you'd been separated. You hold on just as tightly, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours.

“Let me turn this off,” he moves carefully, loosening his grip temporarily to hit the spacebar and silence his own voice, then holding you tight again. “You don’t need that now that I’m back.”

“I missed you,” your voice comes muffled against his chest, wavering as you desperately try not to break down.

“I missed you too, so much,” he sighs, sinking into you deeper. “But I’m back now, and I have no plans to go anywhere any time soon.”

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[artificialstardust]

You ask, you shall receive, hehe

So, I am shy person, I don't do sexual things with anyone until I get to know them to a certain level

That inspired my thought like when reader is at Noah's place for movie night and they have a hot make out session with reader straddling Noah's lap and he knows she's too shy, so he just gently leads her hips over his bulge or over his thigh and that leads to an orgasm without being 'really' intimate

No because I understand this so much

Okay SO

Noah came over to your place for your weekly movie night. Tonight’s movie being one you’ve both watched together numerous times before. You were cuddled into him, his arm around you holding you close. “So why are we watching this one again?” He asks, holding you tighter. “Because it’s good and you didn’t say no when I suggested it” you laugh at him. He gives your side a gentle pinch as he chuckles a bit in response.

You reach for a piece of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table and throw it at him. “Oh so you wanna play that game huh?” He smirks at you. You smile bashfully at him “maybe.” With that he turns to tickle you, sending you into a fit of laughter. His hands going for your sides and neck. You try and grab his hands to get him to stop. “Call truce and I’ll stop” he laughs. “Okay fine” you laugh “truce” and he slowly stops. He lets out a soft chuckle then brings you to sit on his lap.

You rest your hands on his shoulders and just admire him, the sound of the movie becoming a background noise. He brings his hand up to rest of your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he mumbles. You smile sheepishly at him and look down. He catches you, bringing your face back up to look at him by resting your chin on his index finger. “Don’t hide from me” he says softly. “Wanna see you” he continues, then leans in to kiss you softly. He pulls back and then does it again.

“I love you” he says, the pushes your hair out of your face. “I love you too” you say softly, then lean back in to kiss him. He holds your face gently in one hand. After a few more kisses, he decides to deepen it a little, hearing you let out a soft him gives him to green light to keep going.

Noah deepens it a little bit more, his tongue poking at your lower lip. You open your mouth slightly with a small whine, allowing him entrance. He groans slightly when you do, he pulls you closer to him, his hands on your hips, his right thumb rubbing your hip lovingly. You interlock your fingers around the back of his neck, wanting to stay there forever. This keeps on for a little while longer before you feel him poking at your inner thighs.

You pull away from the kiss and rest your forehead against his. “Noah” you breathe out. “I know baby” he replies “is it okay if I keep kissing you? We don’t need to do anything more if you don’t want to” he says softly. You nod your head, but then he pulls your face to look at him again. “Baby I need words, nod all you want but I want you to say it” he says with a gentle sternness. “Yes, please, keep kissing me” you say softly. “That’s my girl” he smiles, then goes into kiss you again immediately.

You whine at how fast his lips were back on yours, him already deepening it to the same extent. One of his hands leaves your hips to tangle into the back of your hair. He pulls at it gently in an experimental manner. When he hears you moan from it, he smirks into the kiss. “My girl likes that doesn’t she?” He mumbles into the kiss. “Shut up” you say, shy about it. He chuckles slightly then drifts his hand that’s been on your hip down to grab a handful of your ass. A whine comes from you as you rub down against him trying to absentmindedly get some friction. As soon as you hear him let out a deep groan, you register what you just did and freeze up a little. A deep blush forms on your cheeks, while the movement surprised you, you loved the sound he made as a result from it, as well as how good it felt on your end.

“What is it baby?” He asks, seeing the blush on your face. You look at him and see his smug expressions, realizing he knows exactly what just happened. “Did it feel good?” He ask, already knowing the answer. You nod your head yes which causes him to chuckle a little bit. “Thought so, you wanna do it again?” Your blush deepens as you nod again. He smiles slightly then places both hands on your hips, pulling you down a little bit more onto him. The pressure causing both of you to groan a little. “Sound so pretty for me” he says as he starts guiding your hips to grind on him. “Look at me baby, its okay” he says, knowing that acts like this cause you to be shy. “Not going all the way until you say the word, but like this we can both feel good, right sweet girl?” He says reassuringly. You nod and let out a breathy yes. You start to move your hips as he helps to guide you. “There you go baby, you’re doing so good for me” he praises.

You let out a moan, a bit louder this time as you feel him through your shorts, the friction on your clit becoming addicting. You place your hands on his shoulders for better leverage as you start to grind down a little harder on him. “Fuuck” he groans, leaning his head back. He looks back at you and grabs your ass with both hands. “You’re doing so fucking good baby, I’m so proud of you.” You let out a whine at his praise “feels good” you say, a bit of shyness still remaining in your voice.

He cracks a smile hearing you and seeing the blush on your face. He reaches up and pushes your hair behind your ear, both of your breaths becoming heavier. “I know baby” he breathes out, another groan following it. He looks down and watches your hips move against his. He brings his hands down to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing against them. “Fuck” he mumbles softly as he watches, almost in a hypnosis by it. A louder moan coming from you snaps him out of it. He looks back up at you. Your face flushed red, your eyes closed, face contorting from the stimulation. A whine follows quickly after from you. He smiles widely, loving how you look like this. His grip on your hips tightens and he helps you move faster on him, pushing his hips up into yours. The sound you make as a result making his dick twitch in his pants.

“C’mon pretty girl” he urges, a moan breaking through his lips. His words make you focus on putting more pressure on your clit with your movements. With his guidance on your hips, you find yourself going a little bit faster, chasing after your release. You lean down and kiss him, one of his hands leaving your hips to tangle into your hair. A high pitched whine leaves your chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Right there” you pant. “Is my baby getting close?” Noah says, a smirk laced into his tone. You nod your head, the pressure in your lower stomach increasing drastically. His hand leaves your hair and goes back to your hips. “Let go for me baby” he pants “wanna see how pretty you are when you cum” he groans out.

You whine at his words, the coil finally snapping. You let out a cry as you cum. “That’s my girl” he praises, grinding his hips up into yours, knowing that he can finally allow himself to loose it a little. A couple seconds after, he follows suit. A loud moan spilling from him as he cums in his pants. You both keep grinding as you ride out your highs. Eventually you both come to a still, just leaning against each other as you catch your breaths. “Are you okay baby?” He asks, swallowing. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay” you pant. He takes your face and has you look at him. “You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you” he says softly. He kisses you softly, then presses a kiss to your forehead. “I know that was probably a lot for you” he mumbles against your skin. “It was” you reply, “but i really liked it” you smile up at him. “Yeah?” He smiles back. “I’m so happy you did,” as he brushes the hair out of your face again.

You slowly move off of him so you can sit next to him. “Here” he mumbles, moving to lay horizontally on the couch, bringing you down with him to cuddle. He lets out a content sigh as you settle against his side, your head on his chest. “Thank you for being patient with me about all of this” you say. “I know it’s probably not the easiest, but it means a lot to me” you finish. “For you, I’d wait until the end. As long as you’re happy and comfortable, that’s all I need” he replies, leaning down and pressing another kiss to your hairline.

“I love you baby”

“I love you too Noah.”

[flowery-mess]

Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

October 25th

Pumpkin patch date

warnings: i don't think there are any, let me know if you find something

author's note: not edited, also pumpkin patches are not really thing in my country, so I wish I could write some more details🥹 also this one is requested😊

taglist: @concreteangel92 @sorrowsofsilence @lma1986 @stardustsirenmelody @dream-machine-love @mrsnoahsebastian (let me know if you want to be tagged or deleted!😊)

Midnights of October masterlist

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When you first told Noah that you have never been to a pumpkin patch he would think it was because you simply didn't want to

So he wouldn't understand when you started showing him cute tiktoks and pictures from pumpkin patch vlogs, saying that you should take cute couple pictures like that too

"Wait I thought you never went there because you didn't want to?" Noah would ask you one day, confused after you showed him video where couple with a baby went to pumpkin patch family date and told him that you have to do it too one day when you have a baby

"What? Oh no Noah, my parents just never took me as a kid and then I wanted to go with my ex, but he said it's too childish. I'd love to go!" you said, surprised too, because you didn't know you made it look like you don't like the idea of pumpkin patch date

"Oh my god baby, you should have said that. You're free on friday after work?"

You jumped around your kitchen like a baby that finally got what they wanted

You were so excited to finally have a pumpkin patch date

When friday came it was the longest 8 hours of your life, you were excited for what's coming after work

Noah said he'll pick you at work and you'll head to the closest pumpkin patch

"Here is your coffee and cinnamon bun, the ride is about 40 minutes and I took your jacket in case you'll get cold there." Noah said when you entered the car

Excitement was shining in his eyes and so was in yours

When you arrived at the pumpkin patch it was HUGE

Pumpkins, bales of hay, coffee and food trucks, halloween decoration and candles

It was slightly foggy and the trees with colorful leaves were making the autumn atmosphere just perfect

You two didn't know what to do first, so you made a plan

First you agreed to take pictures, then you're actually going to pick which pumpkins you're going to buy and then have some quick snack at one of the trucks and head home

I honestly have a feeling that Noah would be good at the photographer role as a boyfriend

"You're cute." Noah would give you compliments while taking pictures, so later when you scrool through them and hold the live pictures you can hear him talking and that's freaking cute

You also stopped a stranger to take pictures of the both of you standing in front of the piles of pumpkins or sitting on the bales of hay with decoration

You were also taking short videos to make into a tiktok video later

Also managed to take few pictures of Noah when he wasn't looking

You chose one big pumpkin for each of you, also managed to argue over it while choosing it

"Thank you Noah, I had great time." you smiled over your coffe at Noah

"Baby I'd take you here sooner if you'd say you want to go. We can make it a tradition, that way we can have pictures every year until we have one with a baby like in that video you showed me."

You felt your heart skip a beat

"You want to have a baby with me?"

"I will have ten babies with you if that's what you want." Noah said it like it was obvious

You finished your drinks and packed your big pumpkins in Noah's car and left when the sun started to set, making the drive very romantic

When you entered your shared home and turned the lights on you were surprised to see that your living room somehow turned into a work field, but also bedroom at the same time

Your couch was full of blankets and pillows, you also noticed candles around it

In front of it was lots of knifes, spoons, sharpies and bowls

"What is this?" you turned to face Noah for an explanation

"Well, I thought we could continue with the date. Start with carving the pumpkins and then have a movie night. If you want." Noah had a shy look on his face

"Of course I want, that's the best date night I ever had."

You started wirh carving the pumpkins, that involved lots of laughs and mess in your living room

When you were done you cleaned the mess, took shower together to clean yourselves too and finally snuggled on your couch with some snacks

You felt sleep taking over you, so before you fell asleep you wanted to tell Noah again how thankful you were

He was gently stroking your tummy under his sweatshirt that you were wearing

"Noah I really had fun today, thank you so much."

"Anytime baby, I love you."

"I love you."

With that you shared kiss and that was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep

[abiomens]

this post is picking at my brain so ofc im gonna write a lil blurb abt it

just pure fluff under the cut

noah had told you he was gonna be at the studio all day and would be home around 7, so you did stuff around the house to keep urself busy. and when you were done with whatever it was, you were tired, and then you were snuggled up under the covers of yours and noah’s shared bed.

you didnt realize you had slept for so long that you couldn’t even get started on dinner before he was home, cuz he was suddenly rubbing your thighs and prepping feather light kisses on your face. “baby, wake up honey.” the show you had on was paused now, and noah came into view.

thats when you looked over to the nightstand and saw pasta; the pasta you were gonna make earlier. he had done it himself so you could sleep.

“figured i’d let you sleep some more, ‘hope its good.” he smiled at you so gently and kissed your forehead, and grabbed your plate and handed it to you. the both of you snuggled up together and ate while watching whatever you had put on hours prior.

it took a bit of convincing to let him wash the dishes in the morning, “you always do baby, lemme help around for once, yeah?” and when he finally got you to agree, he engulfed you in his arms and held you close.

you kept snuggling closer, but it wasnt close enough. noah noticed pretty quickly though. “you okay sweetheart?” “wanna be closer,”

then he convinced you to snuggle up under his hoodie; he was so warm and comfy, it lulled you further into your sleepy state. you wrapped your arms around him and his hand threaded through your hair, then you were right back to sleep. you faintly remember him kissing the top of your head and murmuring a soft ‘i love you.’

this got a little too long

[darksigns-exe]

You know who this is?

That’s your boyf facetiming you from his hotel room

He’s giving you a little tour, shows of the cool shirt he found while he and Nick did a little exploring around the hotel, before he flops down on the bed so he can listen to your account of your day so far. He’s a little sleepy, ready for bed but so unwilling to end the call yet.

So he keeps it on while he gets ready for bed. It feels a little bit as if he’s home, when you watch on as he washes his face and brushes his teeth.

And when he’s tucked into bed you can’t help but feel a little sad. Noah notices immediately and stops his retelling of how Folio raided the buffet the venue had set up. He shifts into comfort mode, telling you that it won’t be long until he’s back home, that he’ll call every day and while that helps a little the sting still remains. And you don’t want him to feel bad so you shove the feeling away and allow yourself to feel comforted by the way he gazes at you through the screen.

You loose track of how long you talk. The conversation isn’t even that deep, it’s just the comfort of having a little bit of him when he’s so far away from you.

When you wake up again your phones dead. As soon as you plug it in and it has a little bit of battery again a text from Noah pops up on the screen

You fell asleep before I could say good night :( talk to you tomorrow. Good night. I love you ❤️

[blairboo]

BAD DECISIONS

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader!

Summary: When Noah stops giving importance to his relationship, he realises the nonsense he did. What will he do to try to win you back?

Warnings : angst, crying, pain, heartbreak, Noah being an idiot

Words count : 1430

All Pure Fiction!!!!!

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They say that the feeling of falling in love is one of the best feelings to have. I knew this when I fell in love with Noah; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were lifting me up. What you never expect is for that feeling to change or to fade away completely. I knew Noah was busy with his new album, dedicating 99% of his time to it, and I never got upset or angry with him for that. Since he was a kid, it had always been his dream, and I wasn't going to take that away from him.

The problem started when he couldn't balance work and family anymore. I'd come home, and he’d be in his studio on a call with one of the guys, discussing the album. When I would call him to have dinner or even just to spend time with me, he always brought his laptop along, saying he was almost done and would turn it off soon. I always believed him. That never happened.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter when I heard the front door open; I knew it was Noah. There was the sound of keys, backpacks, and voices.

Wait.

Voices? Who would Noah bring home on a Wednesday at 9:00?

I recognized the voice; it was Jolly. I knew that Jolly was the one who helped him write songs the most, and that was probably why he was there. The footsteps got closer to the kitchen, and soon I saw Noah's brown eyes looking at me.

I looked at him and gave a weak smile, and he returned it, saying, “Oh hey ” as he came closer and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Hey, my love,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I felt someone’s gaze on my back; I knew it was Jolly.

“Hey to you too, Jolly,” I said, a playful smile on my face. “Hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked as he approached. “I’m good, and you?” I felt Noah loosen his grip on me.

We continued talking about my day and about their new album.

We had already had dinner, and Jolly had just left. Now, I was on one end of the couch, and Noah was on the other. We hadn’t had a chance to talk alone yet, but I could feel something strange between us.

His silence was killing me. It wasn’t new, though; I had felt the need to ask him what was happening between us for a while now. I didn’t have the courage, and I didn’t know if it was a lack of courage or fear of knowing the answer. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Noah get up from the couch; he was heading to our bedroom.

“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, not looking at me, then hesitated for a second and I don’t what happened, my mouth let slip the question I had been avoiding.

“Do you want a divorce?” The words finally came out.

I felt him stop what he was doing and turn to face me; confusion was evident in his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I couldn’t look at him.

“No, I want you to look me in the eyes and ask that question again.” He seemed offended by my question.

I felt furious. How could he be mad at me? After weeks of ignoring me and pretending our marriage didn’t exist?

I looked at him, feeling angry tears burning in my eyes.

“Do you want a divorce?” I almost spelled out each word.

“Why would you ask me that? Is that what you want?” He raised his voice.

He seemed to want to read my thoughts, to know whether I wanted the divorce or if I thought he was the problem. At that moment, I did think he was the issue, but Noah knew me better than anyone.

In our three years of marriage, no one had kept my secrets the way he had, no one understood me like he did, no one cared for me as he did.

“You know that’s the last thing I would want for our relationship.”

“Then why are you asking me this?”

I thought about inventing a lie, saying that maybe we just weren’t understanding each other or that things weren’t working out. But that was a lie. In the last few weeks, I cared more about our relationship than I did for myself. I had done everything I could to try to save what was left of us. Nothing helped.

“Maybe because you are making me feel like you want this”I let my feelings get the best of me.

“I tried to make this work, Noah. I really did, and now I feel like I'm the only one ‘loving’ in this relationship.”

“That’s not true; you know I love you.” His hesitation to respond made me doubt it.

“I don’t know, Noah. In the last few weeks, all I felt was that I was alone.” Tears threatened to fall.

“I’m here, always.” He seemed to believe his own words.

That wasn’t true; he wasn’t here. His body might have been, but my Noah wasn’t.

“No! You’re not here. You know that. All you’ve done in the last few weeks is spend hours on the phone with Jolly discussing the new album.” I was tired of trying to point out his mistakes.

“Yeah? That’s my job. You know I need to do this. I have people depending on me, my record label needs me to do this; the guys need me to do this.”

“And at what point did spending hours in the studio become more important than family?” I was staring at the floor now.

He seems angry and annoyed

“I can’t do that right now, and I won’t.” He turned his back and headed toward our bedroom, and soon after, the door slammed.

I felt a burning blade in my throat; my eyes were pleading for me to let my tears fall. And that’s what I did; I released all the emotions I had bottled up in the last few weeks. I needed this.

I felt disheartened seeing that he truly didn’t care about us, even a little.

I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the guest room; I wasn’t going to sleep next to Noah, not after he simply turned his back on me, leaving my question hanging.

I lay down and didn’t feel Noah’s familiar warmth beside me; it felt strange. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow again. How long would I endure this? Feeling alone and like I was the only one in the relationship.

Lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.

I guess it was time to maybe make a bad decision, but I decided to think about that the next day.

The next morning, I felt rays of sunshine on my face. I reached for the pillow beside me, trying to feel Noah. When I felt the cold bed, my eyes opened, and I turned towards my hand. I wasn’t in our bedroom, and Noah wasn’t with me.

I went down to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

“Maybe we should take the day off , separately. I’m not breaking up with you; I just think I need to figure out what I want. I’m gonna be home after 10:00. Love you forever.

Noah.

Wow, he really left. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash and headed to our bedroom. The bed was made and his side of the closet was open. A mess into the closet.

I looked at our photo on the dresser. I took it down. Maybe this was the end for us.

I felt determined not to wait for Noah to decide what he wanted to do with his life. I needed to make my own life.

I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing my clothes inside, packing everything I needed. I looked at the photo I had put down, thinking about putting it in the suitcase. But no. I needed to move on. With Noah or without Noah.

After I packed everything I needed, I headed to my car, putting my suitcase in. I looked at the house that once brought us so much happiness , and I felt sad. Knowing that maybe our marriage had ended this way.

It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I told myself, trying to convince myself that I would be okay.

Noah made his bad decision, and now he would have to live with it. But it wouldn’t affect my choice.

Be careful with your bad decisions.

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Heyyyy, just an idea that come into my mind and i just wrote it

Maybe a part 2????? lmk if u want :)

Thank You

Blair 👾

[thefallennightmare]

Well, due to popular demand. Here’s the thought of what happens in the sauna from this BLURB. Part Two of Sparring with Noah!

18+ smut below the cut(tit fucking, rough oral with male receiving, hair pulling, someone being a peeping Matt, slight possessive Noah).

"Sit," Noah ordered once he dropped you onto the bench of the sauna.

It was already on, the steam sticking to your skin, and you did as you were told. Sitting on the bench watching as he locked the glass pane door causing you to shift in your spot.

"Won't someone see us?" You pointed to the door.

Noah smirked while throwing off his shirt. "You just rode my thigh in the middle of the gym, angel. I didn't think a simple glass pane door would stop you."

You pursed your lips, realizing he was right, and sighed. "It's not but just a thought I had. Forget it.'

He quickly closed the distance between you two and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at him as he stood before you.

"We can stop. Go back to sparring. Just say the word," the sincerity in his voice made your heart flutter.

You gently grabbed his wrist and nodded. "I want this, Noah. Please."

His eyes darkened as they flicked down to your sports bra in silent demand.

Off.

Quickly shedding it and letting it fall to the floor or the sauna, you assessed each other. Noah's tender eyes grazed over your perky breasts while you drank in the sight of his many tattoos. It was as if every inch of skin was covered in various designs.

"Lay back for me," Noah said with a soft voice.

Once you were laid down on the bench, he positioned himself over you so his knees were on either side of your shoulders. While he pulled out his cock from his shorts, you nearly moaned at the sight of it. You wanted nothing more than to taste it, touch it, and ride it.

"Push your tits together for me, angel."

You did and peered up at him as he spit on his palm before gliding it up and down his cock a few times; lathering it in his saliva. The whole action was hot and wasn't because of the rising temperature of the sauna. Noah then guided his cock between your breasts as you continued to hold them together and he let out a strangled breath.

"Shit, feels so good, angel. I'm not going to last long," his hard fell into his face, covering his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to brush it away.

"It's okay," you assured him. "Fuck my tits, Noah."

A guttural moan crawled its way from his throat as he did what you said. You weren't sure what to watch; his euphoric face or the head of his cock as he pushed through the top of your breasts, nearly brushing against your lips. At one point, you stuck your tongue out to quickly lap up the precum and moaned in delight.

"Do that again," Noah said breathless.

One hand was on the wall of the sauna to keep himself upright while the other gripped the edge of the bench next to you. His stomach muscles were constricted as he thrust himself in and out of your breasts.

You did the action with your tongue a few more times, each time his cock going deeper and deep in your mouth until finally, Noah pulled away from you completely and wrenched your hair up by your ponytail.

"Next time I'm painting those tits with my cum. Right now I want to feel your throat around my cock."

Opening wide for him, he eased himself deep in your throat, not stopping when he met resistance from the back of your throat. You tried whatever you could not to gag, wanting him to know you could handle this.

Your eyes met briefly as his softened. "You good?"

You tapped his thigh since you couldn't actually speak and urged him to continue. Using the tight grip on your ponytail, Noah yanked your head back and forth on his cock and the stinging pain on your scalp felt so good causing you to moan and rise your hips up in the air. Your pussy begged for some kind of friction. Noah was ruthless while he fucked your throat, not holding back when the head hit the back of your throat each and every time.

You reveled in the pain, needing more of it.

"Fuck, angel. Your throat feels so good, I can't wait to feel your cunt around my cock."

Noah's back stiffened, the grip of your ponytail lessening, and soon you felt the warm cum coat your tongue. Greedily you drank every last drop of him while humming in satisfaction. He pulled out of your mouth and tucked himself away before helping you sit up, a look of worry on his face.

"Are you alright? I didn't go to hard, did I?" Tattooed fingers traced your jawline.

You brought those fingers to your lips, peppering them with kisses. "I'm fine, Noah. I can handle a lot more than that."

Something flickered in his eyes, almost as if he was about to take you up on that challenge when movement outside of the sauna caught both of your attention.

"You seem busy!" A voice yelled through the door.

Noah cursed while covering you by sitting in front of you since you were still not wearing a bra, your breasts out in the open for the man to gawk at.

"What the fuck do you need Matt?"

You giggled while kissing the large tattoo across his shoulder blades, Noah shivering under your touch.

"I'll just wait in the main gym until you're finished," the blonde man smirked before walking away.

"You know," you spoke while dragging your fingers down Noah's back. "That guy asked me to spare with him a few times."

This caused him to grab your hands from behind him and wrap them around his stomach, making you hold onto him.

"Absolutely not. You only spar with me from now on."

Breathing happily, you rested your cheek between his shoulder blades. "I'm more than happy with that."

[artificialbreezy]

what about Noah sending selfies to his lady? (In the text mood board format thingy)

Bonus:

[thecoyotescry]

Just a thought!

Noah is the type of boyfriend who remembers EVERYTHING about you once you start dating. You tell him something once and he’s filing it away in his brain for the next time it’s brought up. He learns your likes and dislikes, how you like your like your coffee, how you like to order a side of chips and guac with your Chipotle, and even the way you organize things in your house. He knows you like having the window seat on the plane and he knows you hate really big crowds. He never fails to make you feel like the most important person in the world when he continues to surprise you with all the things in his memory bank. And he’s always just as surprised when you remember things about him too.

He’s just a sweet and observant and in love with you.

[artificialstardust]

Okay so I had a Noah thought while I was taking a bath

SO

I’m thinking about how both of you just had a relaxing evening. You had went to dinner at in and out or something, went for a drive up the coastline listening to your shared playlist. Maybe a milkshake or slushy to enjoy during it. You’d get home and just have some soft, sweet kisses after you walk through the door. Asking him if he’d want to take a bath with you before bed because it sounded nice.

Him telling you to get some waters (baths are hot and it’s worth having water) and your favorite candle and he’d get it ready with a kiss to your hairline. You’d get your water bottles from the cabinet, filling them with ice and water then getting your candle from the coffee table in the living room.

You’d get to the bathroom and he’d already have the bubbles going and a bath bomb in it to add to it. He has the towels in a towel warmer (you tried it when it got colder out and he ended up getting spoiled by it so you still use it occasionally in the warmer months), he has your favorite lotion on the counter, and a couple more random candles that don’t really smell like much lit already.

He’s sitting on the edge of the tub when you walk in, he gets a smile on his face when he sees you walk in. Noah would take the waters from you and put them on the floor next to the tub, then lighting the candle and setting it on the corner of it. “Wanted you to feel cozy, I brought my laptop in if you want to watch something” he’d tell you. The two of you end up deciding on howls moving castle (or something else if you’d like). You help each other undress and he’d sit in the tub first, then helping you in to sit in front of him. He has his arms on the sides so you could comfortably lay against him.

You’d rub your thumb on his thigh, just as a comforting thing. “You did good picking out the bubbles for the bath” “you were the one that picked it out so I hope so” he’d laugh. The sound warming your chest, making you smile. You’d bring a bubble covered hand up to the side of his face so you could kiss him. His arms moving to wrap around you. He’s a little shit sometimes so he’d try and tickle out, making you laugh and accidentally splash a little water over the edge.

After that you’d just sit in each other’s company for a while longer. At this point you’re halfway through the movie and decide to get out. He has you stand up so he can get your towel for you, drying you off and then wrapping it around you. He’d wrap his towel around your waist after, then would sit you on the edge of the counter (it’s a double sink counter in my mind) then would take some of your lotion in his hands and rub it onto your legs for you. He’d have you stand back up so he could help you with the rest. Never letting his hands linger for too long, but just appreciating how beautiful you are.

It’d catch him off guard when you offer to rub some onto him, but he lets you. He groans when you message it onto his back, then working it down his arms. When you get to his chest you would lean up and give him a kiss, making him smile. After you finish up he’d give you a playful swat to the ass telling you to go get dressed.

You’d dress in the usual undies (or shorts/pants if you have a preference for it!) and one of his shirts. He’d have on a pair of athletic shorts because he’ll probably spend half of the next day in them lounging about. Finally ending up in bed tangling together, the fan on high and the ac blasting.

“I love you, so much”

“I love you more Noah”

[flowery-mess]

REQUESTS FOR IMAGINES ARE OPEN!

Soo, I got inspired by @silentglassbreak . She opened her requests for the „delulu fantasies“ about the BO boys a while ago, she’s posting them now and I’m loving it! GO and check them out!

I’d like to do something similar, which basically means I’m opening my inbox for requests lol.

I love very specific and unique requests that you’re sending me for hcs with moodboards, but lately I’ve been missing writing full fics, but I struggle with my own ideas and plots. So, with your help, I think I could get something done and posted!

My rules are here, my masterlist is here, so you can check out what I published so far.

As mentioned earlier, I love to receive detailed requests, everything you want me to include, some details about you that you’d like me to add in the story, your favorite pet name that you’d like me to use, specific location, time of the year, ANYTHING that comes to your mind.

Don’t be afraid to send long request, that’s more things I can work with, which is always appreciated by me! But you can also give me freehand on the ending, the outcome or whatever.

Don’t forget to mention who are you requesting for, linking the list of men I write for here.

Feedback and requests are something that I wish to have, to keep going and to give me motivation to write more, so just know, your feedback on my work is always appreciated, so I can be a better writer.

That’s it, opening my inbox now💗