#noah blurb

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

never seen this in my life but genuinely i teared up this is so cute

also honorable mention to wolfcut noah bc i miss him

[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.

[dollieomens]

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

[equallyshaw]

the space between us | dr robby x reader.

im gonng break yalls heart with this one...enjoy xx

this may or may not recieve a second part lol

warnings: miscarriage. word count: 4.0k

Robby walked into the cabin—one that had been in his family for years—for the first time in months. This used to be the place you two sought refuge in. But lately, it seemed to be one thing after another with Robby. breaking your heart.

He found you now, for the first time in a month, wrapped in one of the wool blankets. Your feet were curled beneath you, a book pressed against your chest. Your tortoise-shell glasses sagged off your nose. You looked peaceful. Calm. Collected. So unlike the last time he'd seen you—back in Pittsburgh. You’d had one of the worst fights in your history together. After the shooting at PittFest, he’d grown distant—more so than usual. With that distance came your frustration, rising quickly. But you'd vowed never to end up like your parents—letting everything fester until it all dissolved into silence and divorce. You wouldn’t let that happen.

Robby set his weekend bag down softly beside the couch. As quietly as he could, he plucked the book from your chest and slipped the bookmark back in. He slid your glasses off, then the blanket, placing them gently beside you. Then, slowly, he picked you up—hoping not to disturb you.

But you were never the deepest sleeper. Especially not since that night a month ago.

You groaned, your body sensing the shift in gravity. Your brows furrowed as your eyes fluttered open. A neck. Your face was nestled into someone’s neck. It only took two seconds to recognize the familiar scent of your husband—green apple, musk, and cedarwood. The smell wrapped around you like a memory.

Robby felt the shift in your body and knew you were awake, but still said nothing as he walked the two of you up the creaky wooden stairs. You groaned again, shifting slightly, and that made you huff.

He brought you into the bedroom that looked like something out of a Nancy Meyers movie. Honestly, the whole damn house did. He pulled back the comforter and set you down gently, tucking you in. You sighed, curling toward him and clutching the pillow. Robby lingered for a moment, watching you, torn between leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and walking away. He chose the latter, turning off the lamp and quietly shutting the door behind him.

Once closed, he sighed, leaning his head against the antique wood.

Why the hell was he here? Why were you? Why had he let it go so long?

He cursed himself. He should have come out here the moment he realized where you'd gone. He should’ve listened to Dana. He should’ve been honest. But most of all, he should’ve asked you what was really going on.

Because he knew. You were hiding something.

—

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You sighed, knowing Robby must’ve taken one of the guest rooms.

Stretching slightly, the all-too-familiar wave of nausea hit. Stress. Trauma. Guilt. Each morning, it returned like clockwork.

You dreaded sleep, because it meant waking up to nightmares. You dreaded mornings, because it meant facing the truth.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your mind drifted to that night.

November 15th.

It was 2 a.m. when you jolted awake. Your body felt... off. Then you felt it: warm liquid, too much, coming from where it shouldn’t be. Your heart pounded as your body moved on instinct. You pulled on your robe, slippers, grabbed your phone, your keys. You couldn't think. You couldn’t let yourself think.

You drove yourself to UPMC Mercy, unable to call Robby. You couldn’t look him in the eye—not to say you were pregnant, not to say you had known for two months, and not to say you were losing the only viable pregnancy in your six-year marriage.

The emergency room was almost empty, thank God. You waddled up to the desk, told them, "I'm having a miscarriage." They moved quickly. A doctor confirmed it shortly after. A woman. Gentle. Understanding. She sat with you, grieved with you, offered her hand and her comfort. She had been through it too.

"Do you want to call your husband?" she asked softly.

You shook your head. "He’s working," you whispered.

Instead, you called your sister. She came quickly, held you as you sobbed, brought you home. Robby had a double shift that night, anyway.

You cried for hours, screaming at the ceiling, begging the universe to explain what you did wrong. You stared at your wedding ring and wondered: Would it still be worth it to him—after this? Would you still be?

—

Present day.

You shot up from the bed and darted into the marble-tiled bathroom. The sound of the toilet seat clanging echoed through the house. You threw up—painful, bowlfuls of bile. Robby, who hadn’t slept, was on his feet in seconds. He pulled back your hair as you heaved.

Twenty seconds. Then it was over. You sagged to the floor, groaning.

He handed you some toilet paper, and you wiped your face in silence before flushing. Then you lowered yourself onto the cool tile floor, cheek pressed against it, your arms instinctively cradling your stomach.

Robby stood frozen. Alarmed. Confused. Horrified. What the hell was happening?

Then it hit him. You must be pregnant.

But the night before, he hadn’t felt a change in your weight. No bump. No signs. Nothing in the cabin that hinted at it.

He started to spiral.

“Stop overthinking,” you mumbled, voice shaky, eyes still closed.

He kneeled beside you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. One eye opened—just a sliver—but enough to stop him. He froze, then backed off.

You checked the time: 7:58 a.m. Shit. You had work.

The nausea lingered, but you dragged yourself to your feet. Robby watched silently, helplessly. He couldn’t find an answer. Couldn’t figure out what this was—beyond pregnancy. But even that didn’t add up.

You shut the bathroom door without a word—like he hadn’t once known every inch of you. Like he hadn’t once been allowed in.

With a sigh, he headed downstairs to make coffee.

You dressed in quiet haste—pulling on a long-sleeve sweater, leggings, and wool socks. January in Pittsburgh was merciless, more so out here in the woods. You shot off a quick text to your boss, apologizing for running late. They waved it off.

You rushed down the stairs, claw clip half-done, and ducked into your office. Robby heard the familiar clatter of the door shutting, signaling another wall between you.

He sat with the coffee, staring at it.

Running through the last six months. Then the last three. Then that fight. He couldn’t make sense of it.

Your reaction. The screaming. It wasn’t like you.

Not toward him.

After ten years, he knew you. He knew every tell, every quirk. He knew when you were lying. Knew when something was off.

And right now? Everything was off.

__

Pitt Fest. He remembered the way you clung to him when he finally came home. You were overwhelmed by the fact that Robby hadn’t messaged you—nothing at all. He’d gone radio silent, which was understandable... but it still terrified you.

For whatever reason, your mind convinced itself that he’d changed his mind that morning—while you were fast asleep—and had gone to Pitt Fest with Jake instead.

That’s why they hadn’t responded. That’s why he hadn’t texted.

You held onto him like you couldn’t bear the idea of letting go, and you hated when he had to leave the next day.

Guilt seeped into Robby now, as he remembered.

It dawned on him—his distance had caused a fracture in your marriage. A fracture that was growing. And it absolutely killed him.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard your voice floating up from the first floor, your laugh contagious as you greeted the new hire with warmth and charm.

A small smile tugged at his lips. Warmth fluttered in his chest.

God, how could he be so dumb?

How did he miss the signs?

His distance hadn’t just affected your relationship—it had changed you. And now, it felt like a knife twisting in his chest, over and over again.

—

Rob had kept himself busy all day, giving you the quiet you needed as you worked through meetings, phone calls, and emails.

When the clock on your screen finally turned to 5:00 p.m., you stretched, arms over your head, relieved to be done for the day. You thought about how Rob had been in the house all day, yet you’d barely noticed. He’d kept to himself—projects, cleaning, fixing things. Almost like he wasn’t there at all.

You picked up your Yeti, your used coffee cup, and your glasses, then stepped into the hallway, adjusting the runner rug before heading into the kitchen.

You were surprised to see Rob at the stove. He never cooked. Not that he was bad at it—you just always gravitated toward it first.

He sensed your presence and turned slightly, offering a small, soft smile before turning back to the stir fry he was making.

You swallowed nervously, walking toward the sink across from him. You stepped sideways, filling your Yeti with ice and water, trying to ignore the heaviness between you.

Rob said nothing—just waited silently, his posture saying he was willing to wait forever if it meant you might speak.

When you didn’t, he turned again, voice quiet. “Dinner should be ready in about five.”

You nodded, lowering your Yeti.

But as you glanced toward the stove, you felt it—again.

It rushed through you like a tidal wave, all over again.

You set your thermos down with a loud clunk and bolted down the hall toward the powder room.

Dropping to your knees, you heaved again. It always came when you weren’t focused on anything else—like your body was waiting to remind you. To force you to remember.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the flashbacks began. The guilt. The anger. The heartbreak.

Why? Why was the universe so cruel?

You didn’t hear Robby’s footsteps, didn’t realize he was there until he was beside you, pulling your hair gently out of your face again. And this time, you let him.

His quiet kindness wrapped around you like a blanket.

Even in sickness and in health, you thought.

You sniffled as the nausea ebbed. Gripping your temples, you sobbed—hard.

Rob watched you fall apart, and pulled you into his chest.

You melted into his arms as he wrapped them around you.

The familiar weight of him, the way his chest felt like home—it steadied you, just a little.

Robby’s heart shattered. The way your body responded to everything that had happened—the pain, the trauma—it broke him.

And he hadn’t been there.

"I’ve got you—it’s okay," he whispered, over and over.

But it didn’t help.

You shook your head and pushed yourself off of him.

You couldn’t let yourself get pulled back in. Not again. Not only to end up worse.

He softly said your name.

Like saying it too loudly might break you. Might break both of you.

You shook your head and stood up.

In silence, you turned to the mirror, cupped your hand under the faucet, rinsed your mouth, and spit.

Without a word, you walked out and back into the kitchen.

You made your way to the butler pantry, eyes scanning the wine bottles until one caught your attention.

You grabbed it—and turned to see Rob standing in the doorway.

"Can you please?" you asked, your voice cracking.

So small. So tired.

You looked up into his eyes—full of concern, full of questions.

"Please. Move. Michael," you said again, this time with sharpness.

You never used his first name.

Not even when you were angry. You always used your shared last name.

But never Michael.

He stared, realization slowly washing over him.

You were hurting deeper than he thought.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, your name falling from his lips like nothing had changed.

You shook your head. "I don’t want to talk about it."

"Why?" he asked, hands now on his hips.

You sighed, rolled your eyes. “Because I don’t want to fight.”

"I don’t want to go through what happened last time. Not again." Your voice darkened.

Rob stepped back, startled.

Your tone. Your stance. Your fire. It wasn’t like you.

"Please, honey, talk to me." He pleaded.

But you just shook your head.

If you told him the truth, you were convinced he’d leave you. No hesitation. No second thought.

He stepped aside and let you pass.

He watched you walk by, his chest aching.

“If you—if you won’t open up to me,” he said, your name laced with pain, “I... I have no choice but to leave. To go home. I can’t talk to a brick wall. I can’t keep begging—”

"Brick wall?" you interrupted, low and dangerous.

When he didn’t answer, your voice rose. “Brick wall?!”

Anger and disbelief danced across your face.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t even fucking start.”

You turned away, opening the cabinet to grab a wine glass.

Robby watched your shaking hands, your trembling lips. The crease of your brow. The silent words mumbled under your breath. The way your whole body quivered.

You groaned as the bottle refused to open, pressing it to your chest with a whimper of frustration.

Robby stepped forward and gently took it from your hands.

“No! Give it back!” you demanded, reaching—but he held it out of reach.

“Not until you talk to me.”

You growled. “Incredible.”

His brow lifted, teasing.

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk. To. You.”

Still, he didn’t budge.

“If you must know—call my sister.” You said it like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t everything.

His brows furrowed, but before he could ask, you turned away.

He called after you, but you kept walking.

If he wasn’t going to let you drink, you were going to sleep.

He grabbed your arm, gently but firmly, and you froze.

He said your name again, softly.

“I don’t want to talk to your sister. I want to talk to you. I want you.”

You sighed, pinched the bridge of your nose. Bit the inside of your cheek. Ran your hands through your hair.

Tears burned in your eyes.

This is what you wanted, right?

You wanted him to fight. To beg. To try.

Robby saw something shift in you—a deep pain cutting through your features.

Robby sensed, then saw, deep pain wash over your features. Your forehead creased in thought.

"It wasn’t supposed to happen this way," you began, your eyes closing momentarily. You reopened them and met Robby’s gaze. "This—none of this was supposed to happen, if it’d worked out," you whispered softly, barely audible. If Robby hadn’t been paying close attention, he wouldn’t have heard.

"It was never supposed to be like this," you repeated, a tear slipping down your face. Robby immediately, without hesitation, wiped it away, but like clockwork, he pulled his hand back.

You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself.

"I don’t want to talk to a brick wall, Michael. I want you to respond to me, to hear me out. Listen to me. And—and actually try to change, to work on things, to attempt to make things better. Because if you don’t—" you paused, your voice trembling, "I can’t be the one to stay. I can’t keep trying to keep you together when at times, it seems like you don’t want to be. You seem to want to let whatever happened pull you under and break you apart." You paused, gauging his reaction. All he gave was a stoic response.

But inside, your words were beginning to hit something.

"You allowed me to leave, Michael. You didn’t even come after me! You went a month in silence! How do you think that makes me feel as a wife?" You screamed at him, just like you had the night you two fought.

But this time, you weren’t concerned with the end response. If he walked out, that would be the last time he walked out of your life.

You shook your head, pointing to your chest. "You didn’t fight. You haven’t fought in months. You haven’t even tried a little bit to fix our marriage. I—I cannot be in a loveless marriage, one that doesn’t have communication. I will not be a doormat and allow you to walk in and out of my life as you please. I love myself too much," you confessed, adamant, filled with anger.

Robby stood there, taken aback. But he knew there was more still buried deep below the surface. He looked down at the wooden floor beneath you, shaking his head, emotions threatening to creep up. His mind flashed back to the aftermath of Pittfest. He clasped his eyes shut, trying to shake that image.

"It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Wasn’t supposed to happen," he began, eyes closed, emotion thick in his throat.

"This wasn’t supposed to happen, babe," he said, reopening his eyes and meeting your gaze.

"But you let it," you replied without hesitation. He deserved that.

"I know I blocked you out after Pittfest. I know I pushed you away, keeping you in the dark and going silent. You didn’t deserve that. Not for one minute," he confessed, biting the inside of his cheek.

"That’s something I’ll have to live with. You weren’t the only one traumatized that day, and you didn’t deserve how I acted afterward. I’m sorry for that. Truly, deeply. I am," he said, and you hated the way your heart broke for him. For both of you.

"But you shouldn’t have left that morning," he added quickly, and you cocked your head to the side. What the hell is he on now?

"Why? Why did you yell at me the way you did? Why did you scream at me, as if you were trying to break me?" he questioned, and you tore your gaze away from him.

With just a shake of your head, you replied, "I don’t want to talk about it," before walking past him and back into the kitchen. You made your way to the kitchen island, which steadied you just a bit.

"You wanted to break me. Why?" Robby asked from the doorway.

You sighed, leaning your head back against the ceiling, a dark chuckle escaping your lips. It quickly turned into sobs.

Robby, without hesitation, made his way over and pulled you into his arms. And once again, you melted into them.

You melted into what you considered to be home.

"I wanted you to hurt the way I was hurting," you began between sobs.

His eyebrows furrowed at your words, but you continued, "I wanted you to feel a bit of what I was feeling inside. The pain and turmoil."

You hated the way you treated him, how you took your pain out on him. Even with how he acted before, it still hurt. You weren’t that type of person. Robby knew that, of course.

"It was so much more than what was going on between us. So much more," you began, but paused. Fear crept in. Your gut was on high alert. If you told him, he’d leave.

Robby stilled, waiting on pins and needles for what would come next.

With a soft whimper, you confessed, "I had a miscarriage." The months-long secret finally off your chest, and with it, your knees gave out.

Robby didn’t have a chance to process the words before you were falling, and he went right with you.

"It wasn’t supposed to happen," you said through broken sobs.

"When?" Robby asked softly, lifting your chin to speak, searching your eyes for any clue.

"November," you stated. One month ago.

His heart broke. You had carried that alone all this time.

"When? How? What happened?" More questions flooded his mind.

"Softly," you began, "You were working a double on the 15th. I was sleeping, and at 2 a.m., I woke up." You continued, as if it was nothing spectacular. "I woke up and felt the blood, and I knew. I didn’t need a doctor’s confirmation. I was two months along. I went to the ER," you said, but he cut you off.

"But I would have seen you," he said, confused.

Why hadn’t he seen you? Why hadn’t anyone notified him?

You sighed heavily, "I didn’t go to PTMH. I—I went to UPMC Mercy." You sobbed into his chest, and he watched from above, stunned.

You had chosen a different hospital. You chose a complete stranger over Jack or anyone at Pitt.

His face shifted from confusion to realization, and a soft, subtle understanding washed over him. He didn’t know what to say or how to say what he wanted properly.

"Why didn’t you come see us? See me?" he asked, as if it wasn’t understood.

You sniffled, "Because I couldn’t bear to look up and see your disappointed gaze. I couldn’t put myself through another heartbreak that evening. I couldn’t put myself through more disappointment," you confessed, the weight of your words hitting him.

"You didn’t trust me enough to respond in any other way? You believed I would have been disappointed?" he questioned, looking down at you. You nodded.

"I was terrified to look you in the eye and tell you that our first viable fetus had failed. I was already a failure to myself, and I couldn’t be one to you. I couldn’t handle it. That was it," you explained, trying to make him understand. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Jack or anyone else to care for you, it was that the look on your husband’s face would have been too much.

"I was only two months along, Michael. For the first time in our marriage, I had fallen pregnant. And all I wanted to do was keep them safe and healthy, and I couldn’t even do that. I’ve failed you, and I’ve failed myself," you said shakily.

Robby lifted your chin once more. "No. You are not a disappointment. You weren’t then, and you most certainly aren’t now." He tried so hard to get you to believe those words.

It all made sense now. The fight. The silence. The walking on eggshells. And most importantly, the vomiting now.

He couldn’t imagine the pain, guilt, and trauma your body had gone through. That killed him. Absolutely wrecked him.

"You have never been a disappointment, my love," he said, searching your eyes.

"We can always try again. We can find another doctor. We can adopt. We can—" you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"I’m exhausted from trying. I’m exhausted from getting opinions, Michael. I—I think I’m done," you paused as you sobbed.

You’d never said those words out loud before, but they’d been in your mind.

Your husband held you close, trying to comfort you and silence your cries. He so desperately wished he could take away your pain, your anger, your disappointment, your guilt—all of it.

"I’m so sorry," you choked, and Robby shook his head.

"No," he spoke softly. "Don’t be sorry. I could never be upset over this." He cried.

"This isn’t and will never be your fault," he comforted.

You felt lighter with the words spoken, the emotions finally released. Robby held you for another hour, and by the time he heard soft snores beneath him, he smiled softly.

He slowly picked you up, just like the night before, and carried you upstairs. He set you down on the cream-colored bed, pulled the comforter over you, and turned off the light on the nightstand. Before he could turn around, you reached out and grabbed his hand.

Without opening your eyes, you spoke: "Stay."

And Robby did.

He’d never need to be told twice.

He pulled you in, as if his life depended on it. He pulled you in, as if he’d never get the opportunity again.

You snuggled into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed.

Robby gazed down at you, through the moonlight peeking through.

"I love you," you whispered, filled with hope.

Robby smiled, as if this was the second best day of his life—outside of your wedding day.

"And I love you more," he kissed you with passion and adoration, as if he’d never, ever get enough of it.

sooooo, that happened. hope you enjoyed if you survived! please comment, like and reblog if you did -- the support would be amazing xx

[concretenoah]

The only thing I ask for is fluffy new relationship vibes with Noah 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I’m a whore for fluff

pairing: noah x reader

cw: none. just pure tooth rotting fluff!

author’s note: thank you for my first request, madsy. i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. <3 also this is my first real thing so pls be nice guys!! i know it’s not perfect but i had fun with it. also a big thank you to @circle-with-me for beta reading, and to @foliosriot for my header <3

dividers: cafekitsune // title: ‘emergence’ by sleep token

You and Noah had only been dating for a few months, but at this point, you basically stayed the night at his place more often than you did your own. You couldn’t bare the thought of sleeping alone after you guys got together. Maybe it was the way he wrapped his arms around you, or how gentle he was. He just made you feel safe, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Your back was pressed up against him, with his arm wrapped around you. He had placed his hand underneath your shirt to rest on your tummy. His fingers were tracing shapes along your skin so softly that they were barely touching you. It was always enough to give you those good butterflies inside. He started leaving little kisses behind your ear and on the back of your neck, even on your shoulders. Noah couldn’t help but have his lips on you.

You could tell what was coming next by the way he was squeezing your hips and giggling. You saw a different side of him that most didn’t get to see. Next thing you know, he’s whispering with that lil baby voice in your ear, “baby so prettyyy”. You’d giggle from the feeling of his breath on your neck, and there it was. He started tickling your side and rapid firing kisses on your neck and cheeks. He knew it made you squirm, and hell, you might accidentally get him in the eye with your arm, but he didn’t care; It made you laugh. It made you smile, and he loved doing that for you.

After the giggles wore off, you found yourself repositioned and resting your head on his chest. The only sound you could hear was his sweet heartbeat booming in your ear. Besides his voice, it was the best music you’d ever heard. You couldn’t help but leave a trail of gentle kisses along his tattooed chest. It might be cliche, but you always kissed where his heart was. It kinda became a thing between the two of you. “I love you”, you whispered while resting your head back down. He gave you a small squeeze, “I love you”, he whispered back, placing a kiss to your head. With that, your bodies melted together and it didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep.

You spent the night in various positions, sometimes wandering too far away from each other. He woke up a few times and noticed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer. You felt more of those kisses to your neck, but these were sleepy and soft. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and fell back asleep. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby for you.

He wasn’t normally the kind to cuddle all night, he gets too hot and honestly, so do you. Neither of you cared though, as long as it meant being close to each other.

You’d lost count as to how many nights you had with him like this. Sleepy kisses, cuddles, and all the laughs in between. It was like the world stopped around you, and only the two of you existed together. That’s what made you fall in love with him so quickly; He was the one to make your mind go quiet and take the pain away, and you did the same for him.

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Smiley Noah

[concretejunglefm]

Oooh, if you're up for writting mutual masturbation also with Noah, I wouldn't mind that at all (not stepbro tho, just Noah lol).

Or if not that, then maybe face sitting with Noah so this request doesn't go to waste muhehe bye

CW: mutual masturbation, dry humping, men whimpering and rambling ig?

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Mutual masturbation with best friend!Noah?

The same best friend you have no problem sharing a bed with. It’s not like he’d notice if you started slowly grinding against the pillow you’ve placed between your thighs for comfort, because there’s just a slight dull ache you need to satisfy before you can really fall asleep. You can hear his breathing and it's soft enough to convince you he’s asleep anyway, until…

“What are you doing?” Noah’s voice pierces through the room, causing you to freeze and halt any movement you’re making.

“Nothing.” You lie, hoping he won’t notice it.

“You were rocking the bed.”

Damnit. You thought you had been more discreet, but apparently, that was not the case.

“If you need any help—”

“No, I don’t,” you huff, while he chuckles. It’s not the first time he’s offered, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep declining his offers.

After a moment, you hear him ask, “What do you need?”

You’re hesitant when you roll over and onto your back, a bit tentative because the last time this happened, you both promised it would be the last time. Apparently, that rule has been broken. “You know what…” you mumble.

The light from the TV you’ve left on as a source of light and background noise to help you fall asleep illuminates the room just enough to make out his face. “Okay,” he nods, and this time there’s no witty remark on the tip of his tongue. You watch as he slowly pushes down the covers, exposing his bare, tattooed chest while his hand deliberately sinks deeper beneath them and into his boxers.

You watch the way the covers move above him as he strokes himself, first to full hardness before he begins fisting his cock in the manner he would when he’s alone. That's what you'd asked to see the first time it occurred; a genuine masturbation. You wanted to hear the actual sounds made when someone lets themselves go, nothing fake like in a porn video, and he willingly provided it to you then, just as he was doing now.

You roll onto your front, keeping the pillow tucked between your thighs. You rest your head against the pillow at the top of the bed and continue watching him as your hips roll to grind against the one between your thighs, dragging yourself along it.

Noah is quick to align with your wish; he whimpers and rambles about how much he wants and needs you, even looking down at you as he speaks. While you convince yourself that it’s all part of your fantasy, you can’t help but notice the hint of desperation in his voice, suggesting that this isn’t just for show.

When you know he's reaching closer to his climax, your hips grind harder, and you can’t suppress your moans. Your gaze rises to his face, and you find his eyes already fixed on you, as if he’s utterly captivated by you. You dare to touch him, running your hand across his tattooed chest. With your touch, he finally succumbs to his release, and you’re overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure in that very moment, too. It makes you whine as you buck against the pillow, your nails digging into and scratching across his chest.

Neither of you moves; instead, you bask in the blissful afterglow for a moment longer. Noah’s free hand gently lifts to yours, laid upon his chest, and slowly strokes along your arm. It’s a tender touch, the only one you ever share after a moment like this. Then, you feel the soft press of his lips against your crown as he whispers, “I’ll clean up.” Slipping himself from beneath the covers, he walks over to the bathroom, while you remain in place for a moment longer.

[artificialstardust]

Okay I’m having a cute little Noah thought

Noah being the gentle person he is, loves to be gentle with you because it’s what you deserve. He loves when you cuddle up against him with the same reason of “because you’re warm.” He’d lay his head on the top of yours, and just drag his fingertips up and down your back, knowing it’ll put you to sleep since at some point you’ll end up fighting sleep to stay awake with him a little while longer. Noah just wants you to get some rest because he knows how hard you work between school and/or work. You’re his baby and he loves you

[thecoyotescry]

Time for another thought, gang!

You didn’t know that making a big, buff, tatted up metalcore singer blush would be so easy. But it happens a whole lot more than you ever expected, and every time it does, a sense of pride comes over you.

Like that time you brought him flowers after a show. You had decided to surprise him, and since you hadn’t been together for very long, your nerves were coursing through your veins at lightening speed. But all of that changed when Noah saw you standing backstage.

“You sure know how to put on a great show,” you state as he makes his way toward you, completely taken aback. The fact that you’ve rendered all 6’3 of him speechless gives you the confidence boost you didn’t know you needed.

He expresses his gratitude and thanks with a sweet kiss to your lips. “You’re here,” he sighs, pulling you further into him. “You got me flowers?” Up close, you can see just how flustered he’s become.

“Yeah, of course I did. You’re always supposed to bring a performer flowers after their show,” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The smile on Noah’s face only grows with your response, and the pink in his cheeks deepens into a ruddy red.

“Nobody’s ever done that for me before. Thank you.” He kisses you again, and again, and again before pulling away and looking at you and saying, “I can’t believe you got me flowers before I could get you some.”

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

chomp chomp

^me biting his biceps :))

[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

[dollieomens]

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

[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 👾

[deathblacksmoke]

Noah with chubby reader who is completely delulu that he could ever be interested in someone like her so she brushes off his advances until he makes it crystal clear. Noah with chubby who has a DDD chest and he uses them as pillows or stress balls.

anon, ilysm, but let me start this off with this disclaimer: you’re not delulu. you’re hot. know your worth baby.

noah x plus size reader for anyone who wants it <3

18+

Every now and again it almost shocks you, the way he can’t get enough of you once he gets his hands on you.

The way his fingers sink into your tummy, your hips, your thighs — the way when he buries his face in your belly and sighs, something that almost makes you shy away but it stops you: the way he looks so at peace, so relaxed. The faintest blush on his cheeks brings you back to earth. Your fingers move to run through his hair with a mind of their own.

He savors you. He worships you. You see the hearts erupt in his eyes when he sees you, whether in a tight dress or his hoodie, he makes you feel like everything.

He places kisses to your fingertips, kisses to your palm. He pulls you into his lap and doesn’t give you even a moment to consider shying away. He breathes you in.

He makes you feel like everything.

[concretenoah]

NOAH LOVES TAKING POLAROIDS EXCUSE ME?? You can't just attack me like this

god i am a firm believer that noah loves physical media. and i think he would love taking photos of you. sure he could just use his phone and he does usually, but every once and awhile he'd whip out the polaroid camera to take lil keep sake photos of you. ones that he could keep in his wallet or put on his desk in the home studio. he puts them wherever he knows will give him a lil pick me up. he even brings a bunch of them whenever he's on tour just so he could feel closer to you.

sometimes it's just you being cute, lil smiles on dates with you or when you're in your pjs on the couch with bed head. there's silly ones of you guys together, ones of you and your cat/dog, there's even a couple of you all cuddled up while wearing his hoodie. he couldn't help but snap a photo of you when you look so soft and sweet. these are the moments he loves to look back on whenever he's missing you or feeling down. they instantly bring a smile to his face.

nsfw 18+ below the cut

but noah also has other needs when he's away. he had gotten off to your nudes before and that's when he got the idea to start taking polaroids of you during sex (consensual ofc). he would pack them in a secret spot in his suitcase so nobody else could see them. they were for his eyes only. he learned pretty quick that nothing gets him off more while he's away than looking back on all of the ways you make him feel good. he had some of his fingers playing in your mouth, or teasing your nipples. some of his hand wrapped around your throat. he had some of you laid out for him with your legs spread, aching to be filled by him. he couldn't help it, he has to be able to see your pretty pussy while he's away. it helps him think about the way you taste, or the way you feel wrapped around his cock. he even took some of you while fucking you from behind with his fingers digging into your hip. his favorites though are the ones of you on your knees looking up at him while sucking him off. those pretty eyes, and that perfect mouth of yours. it instantly brought him right back to that moment and how good you made him feel. sure they're just pictures and his hand is nothing like the real thing, but they bring him back to you, all of you.

(don't get me started on the audios you would send him while touching yourself. the sweet sounds of your wet pussy in his headphones mixed with the pictures of you? yeah. he can't help but fuck himself and send you audios right back. AND don't think he wouldn't let you take polaroids of him too. he knows you're just as needy as he is hehehehe)

[darksigns-exe]

Hey do you know what this is?

Dad Noah.

Dad Noah who is listening to his toddler explain something. Is it understandable? Barely. But he gets what she means. Makes perfect sense to him.

A moment later she is up in his lap and he knows that she’ll start saying that she wants to go home soon. She’s been up on her little feet with so many exciting things going on for most of the day that she’s barely had a chance to nap.

By the time he’s wrapped up the conversation and announced that he needs to get his kid home or else she’s fast asleep, curled against him.

You already have the very sweet pictures of your loves on your phone but the time he unlocks the door. Throughout the day Bryan has snapped a few pictures of the pair that are just for you. And they look so adorable in their little matching fits.

Anyway I just think he’d be cute with his kid.