#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.

[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

[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.

[concretenoah]

imagine sitting on noah’s lap all curled up, your head's resting on his chest and all you can hear is the sweet sound of his heartbeat. you're both in your comfy clothes and under your favorite blanket on the couch so it's extra cozy. lofi's playing in the background and you’re surrounded by dim led lights. his arms are wrapped around you, fingers drawing shapes along your skin. all you feel is love, comfort and safety while being enveloped in his arms. with that comfort comes the heavy weight of your eyelids, and before you know it you're asleep. he starts leaving lil soft kisses on the top of your head. he can't help but watch you sleep and smile to himself. he loves all of your features; the way you sleep with your mouth slightly open, and the little soft noises you make when you nuzzle in closer to him. that one lil freckle by your eye that he noticed the night he met you. you hate it, but he’s constantly reassuring you how adorable it is. the way your hair always falls in your face and you scrunch your nose bc it tickles. he giggles to himself and gently brushes it away bc he knows it’s bothering you. he loves the softness of your skin, and he can’t help cupping your face and rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek. he admires every small detail about you, and after awhile, he can't keep his own eyes open. you give him the same comfort that he gives you and he’s never had that before. soon enough, he is softly whispering i love you and placing one last kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep. to love and to be loved, it’s what he’s always wanted and he finally found it with you

i feel like he’d be so soft if he was in love like this i can’t stop thinking about it UGH anyways

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

hey guys

look

look at noah

look at him

pls i’m actually begging

just look at him

stare for a long time if you have to

pls pls pls just play nice w each other and let noah distract you

he’s a very good distraction

pls

[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.”

[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 👾

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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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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

[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.

[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.”

[concretejunglefm]

A little imagine scenario where you match with Noah on hinge.

God, you have no idea what compels you to do it, but when that final glass of wine tastes like regret and redownloading Hinge for the umpteenth time, you end up talking to a genuinely funny guy, with quick wit responses and nothing cliché. In just the first five messages alone he hasn’t asked for nudes or feet pics.

Honestly, it feels like a win.

One photo sent to your friend makes her believe he’s a catfish because no man who looks like that would be on a dating app. Tragic really—her words.

“Oh, he’s definitely a catfish.” “How is he a catfish?!” “Three photos, and they’re all ‘professional’ looking. Come on, I knew you were bad with dating apps, but I didn’t think you were that naive.” “We’ve been talking nonstop, and I didn’t get any ‘catfish vibes.’ Plus, we’ve agreed to meet up for a drink.” “All I’m saying is, good luck and don’t forget to text me ‘possum’ if it turns out to be a dud.” “Possum?” “Yeah, a code word for if you need help.” “Then why don’t I just text you ‘help’?” “Because only an idiot would do that.”

It could’ve been left there, a flirty little chat to satisfy your need for attention. But now, it’s Saturday, and you’re following the Google Maps directions he sent you to a small underground dive bar. At least if he’s planning on making you the protagonist of your own version of the movie “Fresh,” he had the decency to leave a guide to your whereabouts.

Noah: How far out are you?

You: About five minutes away

Noah: I’m waiting outside. I’m the guy wearing his own bands merch

You: Wow, wearing your own merch, isn't that kind of lame?

Noah: I did warn you I’m not the coolest

You: I’m expecting this date to be a snooze fest then and if it isn’t, I’ll be deeply disappointed

Noah: I hope I can live up to your low expectations

It’s no surprise that the date isn’t a snooze fest. In fact, it’s the most fun date you’ve had in a long time.

It all begins with a drink, leading you onto a local arcade where you compete for the top spot on an old-school street fighter game. The highlight of the night is when you emerge victorious, winning a stuffed animal from an arcade machine, which you affectionately present to him as a reminder of you and your date.

As the night draws to a close, he walks you back to your apartment, but not before making a detour to one of your favorite local ice cream parlors.

“So, am I as bad as they say on Google?” he asks, as you try to conceal your coy grin with another lick of your ice cream.

“In fairness, I wasn’t the one who searched you up on Google, my friend was.”

He bursts into laughter as if he had anticipated it.

“She believed you were a catfish,” you add, “and after searching you up on Google, she was absolutely certain of it.”

“A catfish, really?”

“She said—and I quote; ‘what guy looks like him and uses a dating app?’ It almost sounds too good to be true, or there might be something wrong with you.”

“It’s likely the latter.”

That makes you laugh because, while he may not believe he’s perfect, he feels remarkably close to it at this moment.

“Alright, then,” you say. “Tell me something that I can’t find out about you on Google?”

That amuses him; the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin before he willingly shares a story that would most certainly not be found on Google.

BSF: So...possum?

BSF: If you find yourself in your own version of Fresh, remember to not eat the meat.

You: Huh? Please stop talking about Fresh. And no, definitely not possum.

[concretenoah]

a lil thought i had with noah and how he would absolutely worship and take his time with you.

NSFW 18+ only. smut under the cut.

cw for oral sex (f receiving), body worship, mention of body insecurities

thinking about the soft kisses noah would trail down your body bc he wants to take his time with you. soft kisses and bites all over your chest, tummy and inner thighs.

he can't help but worship you when you're laid out for him like this. it’s almost become a ritual for him, planting kisses on all of your sweet spots before he has his way with you.

he’d focus on your chest first, palming your tits just the way you like it; flicking and circling your nipples with his tongue ever so gently. he knows just how to get those pretty breathy moans out of you.

he’d move to your tummy, kissing each and every spot he can. it’s your least favorite part about yourself, he knows this. he knows how important it is to make you feel good here. “you’re so pretty like this" "so fucking pretty, baby"

he'd trail his way down your torso, until he found your inner thighs. the way he’d hold your hips with his big hands, digging his fingers into your skin, bc at this point, you can't help but squirm underneath him. you're so fucking desperate for him. especially when he is sucking on your sensitive skin and leaving marks that you know will be there tomorrow. he knows that you like to feel them the next day and think about how good he made you feel.

he'd finally find his way to your core, spreading your legs open and admiring how wet you are. he know’s it’s just for him, only he makes you feel good like this. he'd place soft little kisses everywhere except for where you want it the most. he'd even hover his mouth just above your clit, almost enough to where you can feel his lips. he likes hearing you beg for him, for his touch, for his mouth.

he'd finally give in and give you what you want. softly placing his tongue at your entrance and working his way up to your clit, savoring the taste. from the sounds and vibrations of his moans against you, you know that he was just as desperate as you. he might've wanted it even more than you did because making you feel good, makes him feel good.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Noah Sebastian (Part 2)

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Oneshots

@measuredingold :

‘heaven sent’ (absolutely god tier fic) 🌹🪻

‘coeur d’alene’ (part 2 to heaven sent^) 🥀🪻🌺

‘i was free in the fall’ 🥀🪻

best friend! noah part 1 🌺 part 2 🌹

@somebodyels3 :

‘cleanse me with pleasure’ (another absolutely god tier work) 🌹

‘Dull Ache’ 🥀🪻

@iwasntstable :

'never just friends' (yet another god tier piece of writing) 🌹🥀

‘stay til’ morning’ (part 2 to never just friends ^) 🥀🪻

‘happy birthday’ 🪻

‘when i miss you’ 🪻

‘tired?’ 🪻

'is it true?' 🥀🪻

@veronicaphoenix :

‘to hold you, to heal’ 🥀🪻

‘under the stars’ 🪻

‘until the stars stop shining’ 🪻

'wrapped in winter embers' 🌹

@yarasdead :

‘CYBERSEX’ 🌹

first time with best friend! noah part 1 🌹 part 2 🌹

@concretecultist :

‘Kingdom Come’ 🌹

‘Pomegranates & Pleasure’ 🌹

'Sacrilege' 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien’ (sleep on until the day when all is well) 🥀🪻

‘the manic rhapsody’ 🪻

‘devour me’ 🌹🥀

@poppy-in-the-woods :

'Braids' 🌹

@rprise :

'moonlight' 🪻🌺

'night drive' 🪻

@thewrstinme :

'Immortalised in stone' 🪻🌹

'You always do that, don't you?' 🌹🪻

‘You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one’ 🌹

@kaliforniahigh :

haters to lovers (doesn't have a title) 🥀🌹

@valiantroeagleangel :

'Beg for it' 🌹

@into-the-grey :

'Until You're Resting' 🥀🪻

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

'warm and alive' 🌹

@concreteangel92 :

'The Angel Of The Night' 🥀🌹

period sex 🌹

‘Every Last Drop’ 🌹

@malice-ov-mercy :

stepbrother noah and toys (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@deathblacksmoke :

'love is a gentle thing' 🪻

‘sink into your sunlight’ 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

'2.30 AM CHAMOMILE TEA' 🥀🪻

‘The Sound Of You’ 🪻

@tikosblogg :

‘A Helping Hand’ Part 1 🌹 Part 2 🥀🌹

@foreverlittlesoshi :

‘the center of my day’ 🪻

@silentglassbreak :

'Anything More Than Human' 🌹

'Skin' 🌹

@sykesandskittles :

'ZERO' 🌹

@omensandwonders :

'i can't be saved' 🌹

@idwt-money :

'Sleepless Nights' 🌹

@bluestdai

‘Shadowbound’ 🥀🌹

noah x reader x folio :

@concretecultist :

threesome (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@sorrowsofsilence :

'Threefold Desires' 🌹

noah x reader x davis :

@livingdeceasedgirl :

'The Hills' 🌹

Series

@veronicaphoenix :

‘The Inevitability Of Love At First Sight’ (god tier as well) 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

‘To Build A Family’ 🪻🥀

Brother’s best friend! Noah 🪻🥀