#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

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

i am desperately in need of new noah fic content (or any of the boys honestly) but i know all of our fav writers are busy and have lives and i 100% love and support that so much for them bc this place is toxic af rn especially

so i was thinking like what if i wrote them myself bc imo, my made up alternative universe in my head is honestly so good but then i remembered that time when i tried to write mcr fics more specifically gerard way and/ or frerard but thats not the point and failed absolutely so miserably and also i wouldn’t even know how to even begin to put my made up world onto paper bc its so intricate and there’s so many moving parts and details and so so so many scenes and then i would be mad at myself for forgetting something or messing it up or i would continuously just absolutely detest how i wrote it and just keep starting over and just having a nonstop cycle of that so basically that’s a no go and now i’m sad lmao

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Smiley Noah

[artificialbreezy]

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

Bonus:

[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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[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 👾

[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💗

[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

[circle-with-me]

cute boys get cute things written about them.

thems the rules.

i couldn’t stop thinking about how it’s so adorable that noah takes the time to decorate his room for halloween. he places all the little skeletons and especially the cobwebs. that stuff is annoying to put on.

then my dear @darksigns-exe got me thinking…

what if all of the decor was for you though?

@deathblacksmoke @baddestomens

he bought all kinds of decor for his room. maybe you’ve been talking non stop about the little things that would look so cute in his room and make it look and feel spooky for the season. he paid close attention and kept mental notes of what you said, making sure to buy everything—secretly afraid he forgot something. he’d much rather shop for all of this with you but he thinks the look on your face when you see everything will be worth it.

when he gets home, you’re already there in his room, sprawled out on the bed. he hands you the bag of goodies and lies down next to you. of course, he’s right. your face lights up and he swears it’s the best thing in the world. his tummy does little flips and his cheeks flush when you give him a kiss while rummaging through the bag.

you stand up on the bed, your legs bracketing his body. he lies on the bed looking up at you—entirely certain that he’s never seen a more adorable human. someone who is so excited by halloween decor and decorating their boyfriend’s space. he loves your expressions when you’re focused—how you chew your inner lip and scrunch your nose.

you nearly fall over once and he grabs you by your legs, both of you giggling nonstop. he insists on holding onto you.. for your safety of course. when he gets a little too handsy you playfully swat at him but he just holds on to you tighter, teasingly pinching and tickling you until you give in and have no choice but to give him more attention. you scold him for interrupting the decorations but he promises he’ll help you finish them later.

while you’re sleeping, he quietly places everything together exactly the way you had imagined it—down to the last little skull and annoying cobweb. when he’s done, he crawls back in bed, entangling his limbs with yours again. he’ll let you sleep a little longer before he gets too impatient and wakes you up to show you.

[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.

[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.”

[spicywhenspeaking]

it’s giving your older brothers snarky friend that low key had a crush on you but shows it by calling you “brat” or “princess” but when you finally start collage and you go to a party with friends and some guys start talking to you and Noah comes up and throws his arm around you and gives them a death stare until they walk away……

[idwt-money]

GUYS THE IDEAS ARE JUST FLOWIN OUTTA MY HEAD. NOAH BEING PUSSY WHIPPED???

18+

Noah being so pussy whipped its all he can think about!!

Coming home from the studio? Hes between your thighs. Just got done working out? He's busy eating you out. What..? It's a reward to himself!

Its been 30 minutes since Noah's gotten down on his knees in your guys' livingroom to eat your pussy. He LITERALLY cannot get enough. The way you taste, the way you smell, the wet noises it makes when he glides his tongue across you. The way you grip his hair when its all starting to become too much.

"Fuck..oh my fucking god, baby. Angel, I cant get enough of you. It's all mine."

This man would cum untouched just from eating you out.

He looked at you as a 5 star restaurant and he ate until he was full.

There had been times where you were in absolute shambles, tear stained cheeks and legs shaking because he's just too. good.

He would even beg for it now and then.

"Baby, please? I missed you so much today."

"C’mon...let me see her. My pretty pussy? You know i'll treat her right..."

When he was on tour and unable to devour you whole, you'd send him surprise pictures of it. Having your pussy on full display for him. A couple times youd sent him pics right before he went on stage and youd never seen him give such a performance. His screams were clear as day and his growls came from the deepest corner of his diaphram.

At the end of the day, you'd think Noah loved your pussy more than he loved you!

But, you knew that wasnt the case. And you definitely never minded the treatment 🤷‍♀️