#the noah of blood

[arcanejude]

father!

THE PITT (2025-)

[jackabbot]

Dr. Robby and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

[drmelking]

Noah Wyle as Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch in The Pitt 1x14: 8:00 PM

[emziess]

Noah Wyle as Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch The Pitt, 8:00 P.M

[hexcoreviktor]

Why couldn't you save her? I mean, this- this is what you do. I tried. I really tried. We all did. If this had been any other day, man... Any other day? What the f*ck does that mean, "any other day?" What, you would've saved her life? Yes. No. I don't know. I don't- I don't know. We're getting slammed up there. We've had dozens of shooting victims. You've seen it.

THE PITT • 1.13 | 7:00 PM

[hikari-nikki]

[bigidiotenergytm]

Ahem-

[jesncin]

A Father's Farewell: The End Of The Road.

Our take on Hellblazer: Dead In America's ending, focusing in on John's relationship with Noah, legacy, and parenthood.

[doctorobinavitch]

I don't know how many people I've helped today, but I can tell you every other person who has died. There was a man named Mr. Spencer who died in front of his children, and an 18 year old who was braindead from a Fentanyl overdose, and a guy with a heart condition, and a little girl who drowned trying to save her sister, and I'm gonna remember Leah long after you've forgotten her!

THE PITT 1.13 ⟶ “7:00 PM” (2025)

[arcanejude]

THE PITT 1.05

[jackabbot]

#work husbands

[froznwater]

some zombie apocalypse au stuff

the opening scene in my private au is everyone helping cut off izzys arm :)

[emziess]

Noah Wyle as Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch The Pitt, 7:00 P.M

[bobbysdeath]

STAYED ON THE LINE WITH YOU THE ENTIRE NIGHT call your mom, noah kahan (feat. lizzy mcalpine)

I was wrong. About hanging up on people? About the dead-end calls. The people that couldn't be saved. I always thought there was nothing I could do for them, but there was. I could've listened, just been there for them at the end. So they didn't have to be alone.

[concretejunglefm]

vampire!Noah feeds on you to break you and turn you into a more willing pet.

Pairing: vampire!Noah Sebastian x human pet!reader.

CW: blood kink, biting, claiming, dubcon, sadistic!noah.

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

When you first arrived in California, you were young with aspirations of success—visions of achieving greatness, working behind the scenes rather than in front of a camera. You never imagined yourself as the star, but rather as the orchestrator, pulling the strings, and making others’ dreams come true. Yet, fate had other plans for you. You’ve now found yourself the star of your own gothic nightmare, the story you once envisioned playing out on a screen, now twisted into something far more unexpected.

Now, your mind is hazy and empty, making you pliable, just as they desire. The vampires who have claimed you as their human pet take turns draining your willpower and strength, until there’s nothing left but your body for them to feast upon.

The silk robe you wear offers little protection, barely covering you. It’s just a fragile veil against the sharp, predatory gaze that hovers over you from the shadows. A shiver runs down your spine, and a part of you yearns to pull away and fight it, but the desire inside you grows stronger with each passing moment.

“Little pet.” Noah’s voice cuts through the stillness, smooth and low, his footsteps deliberate as he approaches. His dark eyes gleam with something cold and cruel. You can feel the tremor in your pulse, thrumming in your throat, inviting him, urging him to come closer. When he kneels before you, his smile is slow, knowing, and laced with malice. “You’re not going to fight me now, are you?”

You’re a caged animal, held captive and reminded that there is no escape.

Noah reaches towards you, fingers stroking your cheek in a mockery of tenderness, a touch that is a sharp contrast to the dark plans swirling in his mind. His eyes flash, his hunger deeper than the thirst for blood that burns inside him.

His hand slides down your thigh, his fingers cold yet purposeful, sending shivers down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you instinctively close your eyes, trying to block out his advances, but Noah is relentless. He presses on, his voice a whisper against the tension building in the air.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. “But your body knows who owns it now.”

Without waiting for a response, he dips his head, gently brushing his lips against the rapid pulse in your throat. It’s soft, almost reverent—a twisted mockery of affection—before you feel the sharp scrape of his fangs, sinking into your flesh without a moment’s hesitation.

The pain is sudden, searing, a hot flash of agony that erupts behind your eyes. You cry out, unable to control yourself as your body arches toward him, offering yourself. He accepts it, his arm tightening around you, pulling you closer as he feeds. Each drink from you is slow and meticulous, a possessive rhythm that makes your body sway against him as if it belongs to him.

His sharp and brutal bite serves as a stark reminder that you are nothing more than prey to him. With each draw of blood, a subtle shift occurs—a heat spreading throughout your body, an undeniable warmth teetering on the edge of pleasure, and an almost irresistible pull toward him.

You whimper, a broken sound, and Noah hums in satisfaction, as if pleased by how easily you’ve become malleable. A cold thrill runs through you when you realize your body is pressing against his, responding without your consent. You’re no longer resisting; you’re giving in.

When Noah finally pulls away, blood staining his lips, he looks down at you with an expression that borders on satisfaction. His pupils are blown, glowing with hunger—but not just for blood. There’s a new desire there, one that curls through you and makes your heart beat faster, heavier.

“There she is,” Noah croons, his thumb sweeping lazily through the blood on your throat, only to smear it across your trembling lips. “My sweet pet, finally giving herself over to be ruined.”

You tremble with a fresh wave of shame, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you welcome him. You don’t resist as he leans in, tasting the blood on your lips, his tongue sweeping against yours. He devours you, leaving his mark with each kiss and desperate stroke of his tongue, claiming you as his—body and soul.

[bigidiotenergytm]

we re innocent i swear,,,,

SO innocent methinks :333