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Dad!Noah Halloween request

It's the reader and Noah's first Halloween with their newborn son. While Noah is at the studio, the reader decides to dress their newborn son up as a replica of Noah. The three of them spend the evening together passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, carving pumpkins, etc. Once their newborn goes to sleep, it's time for the reader and Noah to have their own private Halloween time together. 😉

Ohhhh this is going to be so good!!!

Happy Halloween

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“Alright, Levi, let's go see Daddy for his birthday," you say to the tiny four and a half month old.

Adjusting the mask after you buckle him snuggly into his carrier, you smile down at him, admiring how adorable he looks in his “mini Noah” costume. Levi’s a spitting image of his daddy, right down to the freckles over and around his small pointed nose. The little black ski mask that sits loosely over Levi's tiny face is embellished with white embroidered symbols that stand out brightly among the sea of black. But it works. Levi looks just like Noah. Feeling confident about your birthday gift, you gather up the diaper bag and head to the studio.

Pumpkins, hay bales, mums and cornstalks line the streets and business along the strip. The sight of fall is everywhere even though in the eighty degree California heat, it doesn't feel like it much.

You open the door to the studio, instantly greeted by the sound of drums. Folio must be tracking today. You walk into the main part of the studio and are greeted by excited hellos, smiles and hugs from Jolly and Nicholas. When they see Levi, they freeze.

"Holy shit, Y/N," Jolly cries, gushing over your son.

"Hey! Look! It's baby Noah," Nick laughs.

All of their excitement makes you laugh. "It's one of Noah's birthday presents. You think he'll like it?" you ask, skeptically.

"Like it! Y/N, Noah's going to love it!" Nichols assures you. "Thanks for always trying to make my brother happy."

"You're welcome," you smile, leaning into the side hug Nick gives you.

"Y/N, where did you get the mask?" Jolly asks, carefully undoing the straps of his nephews carrier.

"A friend back home made it for me," you reply, grinning when Jolly coddles Levi into him.

"Where's Noah?"

"He and Matt are in the soundproof room with Folio."

That explains the sudden quietness. You take Levi and head towards the back, excited to show off his outfit. Sure enough, with their backs toward you, Matt and Noah are watching Folio as he hammers out a few blasts. It only takes a few minutes for Folio to notice you, smiling and waving, causing Matt and Noah to turn around.

The instant Noah sees you and Levi, he leaves the soundproof room and comes over to you, gathering you up in a heated kiss. It doesn't last long, but it's enough to drive you crazy.

"I've missed you," he confesses, laying his forehead on yours.

"It's only been two hours," you chuckle.

"It feels longer."

"Oh god," Matt groans, laughing. "You two are ridiculous."

"What? When you find a woman as good as the one I have, you'll understand," Noah, retorts, looking back at you.

"Happy birthday, love," you tell him, watching that familiar frown sweep over his face. You knew Noah hated celebrating his birthday, but he always made the exception of not complaining for you. Out of respect, you always tried to downplay it, only doing simple little things for him; like this one.

"What is this?" He gasps, finally looking at Levi and noticing his outfit. "Babe?"

The smile that spreads over his face makes your heart flutter and you know that he loves your surprise. Taking Levi from you, Noah examines his son's outfit, laughing and smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh my god, Princess, this is adorable! Where did you get this mask?"

"A friend," you answer, giggling at how happy Noah is. Proudly, he begins showing off your baby to everyone, telling all of them how awesome you are for dressing Levi up to look like him. Your heart swells with pride and love for your husband and seeing him this happy is what you know life is all about.

"Are you almost done here? It is Halloween."

Noah kisses your forehead again, shifting Levi in his arms.

"Yes. Folio just has a little bit more to track. Trying to knock this part out. What are the plans for later? I told the guys I'm all yours and Levi's tonight."

You smile, running your hand down Noah's cheek, appreciating the way he's always trying to balance home and work life.

"I was thinking about carving some pumpkins first, before getting ready for the neighbors Halloween party tonight."

"Oh yeah, that's right, we agreed to help them pass out candy tonight."

"Yup. Ready to become my pumpkin king tonight," you say, reaching up on your tip toes and kissing Noah's soft, pouty lips. The sensation gives you shivers and travels lightly over your center, making your muscles tighten. His massive hand finds your bottom, gripping your cheek tightly and pushing you closer to him. It excites you, making you giggle.

"Only if you're ready to be my ragdoll, in more ways than one."

You catch the little glint in his eyes, knowing very well what that means. Noah wants you entirely to himself tonight once you get Levi to bed.

"Of course. Anything for you, my King."

You bite your bottom lip and grin, knowing fully well what it does to Noah. He laughs and pulls you in, laying a kiss on the top of your head.

"I am your fucking king, baby. Always."

"I suck at carving pumpkins," Noah admits. He pulls the remaining part of his pumpkin's eye out, revealing a crooked, uneven triangle. You look at it and grin, loving how imperfect it looks

"Love, it's freaking awesome! He's perfect!"

Noah's face lights, your words giving him confidence to continue his work. You watch how his long fingers work over the orange skin of his pumpkin, gripping the entire side of it as if it's nothing. It reminds you of how he grips your thigh when he's making love to you. The thought makes you clench your legs together. He notices how quiet you are.

"Everything alright over there?" Noah looks up at you, the familiar look of desire deep in his eyes.

Your lips curl into a small smile "Yeah, everything's fine."

Noah narrows his eyes, placing his cutting tool down and crawling over to you, knocking over the baby monitor in the process. He tackles you, gathering you up in a hot and heavy kiss that sends your head spinning.

"Noah," you giggle, as he attacks your neck and you push back against him.

"If you don't get off me I'm going to smear your pretty face with pumpkin guts," you squeal, pushing on his shoulders.

"What! I'm at an advantage here, Princess. You can't go anywhere."

"Noah!" you shriek the moment he tickles your side.

Levi's soft cry comes over the monitor, making both of you freeze.

"It's your fault," Noah playfully accuses you, tickling you again.

"Mine! You're tickling me," you giggle as his fingers dig into your side.

Levi's cry gets louder, making Noah huff a sigh. "I'll get him," he offers, kissing you hard one more time before jumping up.

"You finish your pumpkin." He flashes you his charming smile before rushing up the stairs to Levi's bedroom.

You work vigorously, cutting and carving, shaping your pumpkin into the image you have in your mind. Noah returns shortly with your little boy in his arms.

"There she is, little man," Noah says softly, handing him over to you.

One baby bottle and two carved pumpkins later, Noah sits the finished product out on your front porch, lighting the tea light candle. He takes a step back next to you, crossing his hands in front of him, staring at the two pumpkins.

"Fuck."

"What?" You look up at him to find he's scowling.

"Mine's so crooked on the right side. It looks deformed."

"I told you it like it, though!"

"Yeah, but next to yours, it looks shitty."

You try to hide your smile at the way Noah is seriously pouting over carved pumpkins, reminding you of how much of a big kid he can still be despite being almost thirty.

"Okay, fine. Watch this."

You turn Noah's to right and yours to the left, hiding the imperfection from his view.

"Better?" throwing your hands on your hips.

Noah grins.

"Yup! Thanks, mom!" he chuckles, slipping his finger under your chin to raise your head, kissing you softly.

Jack, Sally, and their little pumpkin sit by the front door of their neighbors house, handing out treats to all the little people dressed up for the haunted holiday.

From witches to vampires to movies and TV show characters, you sit on Noah's right, left arm laced around his right while holding a sleeping little Levi, who quickly became the highlight of entertainment, in the crook of your arm. You were exhausted, laying your head on Noah's shoulder.

"Tired?" Noah asked, kissing the side of your head.

You nod, yawning.

"You wanna go home?"

You nod, again.

Noah drapes his arm around your thigh, softly rubbing the inside of it. Just his touch makes you shiver. The goosebumps do not go unnoticed by Noah.

"Are those little bumps from the cold, Princess, or from me?"

His warm breath on your ear makes your breath hitch just a little.

"You should know," you whisper, hearing a low grunt from him in response. The sound makes your center tighten, then release, forcing you to close your thighs around Noah's hand.

"Come on, Princess. Let's go home. Little man needs his bed and I want my birthday present."

Noah puts the candy bowl down, holding his hands out to you.

"Your birthday present?"

Noah pulls you up and into him, catching your lips with his. Instantly, you feel his need against you and the hunger in the way he's kissing you. You almost can't breathe. When you part, Noah blinks a few times as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Let's go," he says, his voice husky and low.

Noah's lips trail slowly down your neck, barely gracing your collar bone. You tilt your head slightly to the side giving him more access to one of his favorite spots. His hands slide up your thighs and up under your dress, drifting over the silk panties covering your bottom. He gives it a good squeeze while pushing you closer to him, bringing your hands to rest on his bare shoulders.

"I love you, he mumbles against your neck, voice low and soft.

"I know you do. I love you too."

Noah's lips find yours, kissing you until you can taste the longing coming from his parted lips. His tongue slides slowly and softly over yours, making you whimper. He lifts you and you cling to him as he effortlessly carries you over to the bed you share, laying you down gently. Standing over you, Noah smiles.

"You're the best gift ever, you know that?"

His hands begin pushing your dress up higher and higher.

"You and Levi, you're enough."

Noah climbs on the bed, straddling you, and sits you up to pull your dress up over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your red push-up bra has your breasts almost spilling out, making Noah's mouth water.

"Goddamn, aren't you a beautiful sight," he sighs, moving up, closer to you. He buries his face between your breasts for a moment, kissing and sucking the soft pale skin. Placing both your hands on the side of his head, feeling the way he moves as he kisses you, you run your hand through his dark, long locks, earning you a "fuck" and a deep growl. Pulling you up, he quickly unclasps your bra, letting you fall back into the softness of the mattress.

"I love your breasts, you know that?" Noah's words come in between kissing and licking. "They taste so fucking good."

He nips your nipple causing you to gasp loudly.

"Shit, Noah," you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Moving down, Noah finds your belly, running his hand over the not so firm and tight skin. He smiles, planting soft kisses all over it. "This was my baby's home for nine months," he says softly, running his large, tattooed hand over it.

"I don't like my stomach. Even before having Levi," you confess honestly. Noah peers up at you through his dark brown eyes filled with a burning hunger.

"I love your stomach, Princess. I love that it's so soft and that I have something to hold on to when we're cuddling. Or fucking."

Noah chuckles at how wide your eyes get.

Moving down, he grazes your wet core with his breath on the way down to your thighs, causing your muscles to clench and then unclench.

"I love you thighs, too, and how they warm my cheeks as I'm going down on you."

Noah's comments pull a small laugh from you making him smile some more.

"But my favorite is when you're straddling my legs. I like getting to watch you cum."

Noah bites the inside of your thigh. You release a soft cry and try to sit up, but Noah holds you down with his strength.

"But this, this is my absolute favorite," running his nose over your silk covered folds.

"Fuck, Noah," you whine, grabbing his hair and pulling it a little. "It's your birthday. I should be giving you what you want."

The look Noah gives you is one of sincerity.

"Princess, you are giving me what I want. I want your body, I want your heart. I want your pussy. But you know what I really want the most?"

You shake your head, grinning.

Without taking his eyes off yours, Noah slips his fingers inside your panties and pulls them off.

"You're cum on my tongue."

Without another word, he falls to his knees on the bed and licks straight up between your folds. You suck in a large breath, unable to withstand the penetrating feeling coming from down below.

The way Noah moves his tongue over your clit, sucking and nipping it, has your mind reeling. With each plunge of his tongue inside you, that familiar magical pressure begins building. You can't hold back the moans and whimpers that spill from your lips as you continue to look down, watching Noah eat you like you're his own personal birthday cake. It's a huge turn-on. The more you watch him, the more the heat inside you builds, creating the deep urgent need to feel him inside you. But there isn't time. Before you realize it, your orgasm gushes over you, causing you to be louder than you probably should be as you cry out his name.

Noah doesn’t stop but continues to pull every bit of your orgasm out of you until you're at the point of giggles.

"Hearing you scream my name is the best birthday gift I could ask for. You're beautiful," Noah gushes, crawling over you and laying on top. You hold him close, running your hands over his back and up his neck, into his thick hair, feeling the weight of his body as he relaxes.

"Happy Birthday, my love. I'm so glad you were born."

Noah raises his head to look at you, and you see the tears he's holding back.

"It's okay, Noah. It's okay," you assure him, caressing the sides of his face, lifting your head to kiss him.

"I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do, and more. "

Noah cocks his head, wondering how you see him the way you do.

"Now, I have one more small gift for you," you tell him, pushing him up and off you.

Grabbing his button-up dress shirt from his costume, you slip it over you, leaving the front open.

"You're like the best fucking eye porn I've ever seen, Princess."

Noah's admission has your cheeks burning red.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he stretches his long legs out, leaning back slightly on the heels of his hands. His dark eyes, aroused and heavy lidded, watching your every move.

"So, now what," he asks, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. The sight has your entrance soaked.

Now," you say, moving between his thighs and running your fingers through his hair. "I take care of you."

Noah closes his eyes and leans lovingly into your touch. It makes your heart race, the feeling of love you have for this man being the power source.

You fiddle with his belt, undoing the buckle while leaning down and kissing him, slowly but sweetly massaging his tongue with yours. Noah groans then growls the moment your fingers are inside his pants.

"Fuck me," he whispers under his shaking breath, staring intently as you lower yourself to your knees.

"That's the goal. Happy Birthday, Noah."

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dsireland86 · 4 months ago

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Heyyyy!

I'd like to request a story about Noah and you moving in together after dating for like a year. 🩷

This is a cute idea! I just kinda rolled with this one!

Please, Move In With Me

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I placed the key in the little black box, nervous to the point of nausea. I had no idea if this was a good idea or not or if she was even going to say yes. I hope she did. I really wanted her to.

We'd been talking about moving in together for a while but never really pursued the idea further than just talk. Y/N still had a year left on her lease when we made our relationship official, and with the band's touring schedule, we really didn't see the point.

But I did about a month ago.One night, Y/N called me up around three in the morning, crying and panicking over a nightmare she had had. She said it felt too real and didn’t like how it made her feel and wanted me to come over. When I got there, I found her huddled up in her bed, still crying and when she saw me, she basically threw herself at me, locking her entire body around me and wouldn’t let go.

Y/N’s behavior scared me. I didn’t like that I wasn’t there for her the moment this sort of thing happened, and seeing her the way she was made me feel so helpless. I stayed with her that night, and when we woke up in the morning, she was better.

That night stuck with me and ever since then, we’ve made it a point to talk before bed, sometimes one of us falling asleep before the other. I didn’t want to do that anymore. I wanted the real thing; Y/N falling asleep in my arms next to me, in our bed together. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body next to me, knowing she was there where I could protect her and keep her safe in case something like that night happened again.

My only fear was that Y/N wasn’t ready for it yet. Then what? Her lease was up in five days, making the sudden surprise urgent. But was it too urgent? Was it too fast? It had only been a year. What if she said no? Then what? All my ideas, my hopes, they'd be gone, and where would that leave us?

"Noah!" I looked up from the box, staring right into Jolly's face. He looked concerned.

"I'm fine," I lied, nodding my head. "I'm good. Really."

"Really? Dude, you're sweating."

Jolly was right. My forehead was coated in perspiration. Shit.

"Y/N going to be here soon. She just texted me," I informed him, grabbing one of my dirty t-shirts out of the clothes basket to wipe my forehead.

"Are you sure you want to ask her to move in with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost. You might scare her away.”

My face fell.

“I’m kidding, Noah, relax,” Jolly chuckled

I nodded again, taking a deep breath, and patted Jolly on the shoulder as I walked by him.

"Noah," Y/N whispered in my ear as we sat next to one another, watching an episode of "Tokyo Ghoul".

"Yeah," I whispered back, shivering from the feel of her breath on my neck.

"What's wrong?" Her fingers were laced with mine as our hands laid comfortably on her lap.

I loved how well she knew me.

"Come with me," I said, tugging on her arm as she stood, leading her into the kitchen. Except for Nick over in the living room, we were alone. Jolly was in his room, and Folio was out riding

Nervously, I pulled out the black box from the pocket of my hoodie. Y/N came close and shoved her hands deep inside those same pockets, watching in wonder at what I was doing.

"Here, open this,"

She looked up at me, puzzled.

"Just open it," I chuckled, huffing a laugh and kissing her forehead.

Reluctantly, Y/N withdrew her hands from my pockets and took the box. I held my breath as she hesitantly opened it. The silver key to my house sat on the soft bed of white cotton, staring her right in the face.

"What is this, Noah?" she whispered, bringing her hand near her mouth in surprise.

"You know what it is," I answered softly. "I want you to move in with me. Your lease is up in five days, so it's perfect timing."

Y/N looked up at me skeptically, eyes narrowing.

"You planned this, didn't you Sebastian?"

The small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth made my heart race with hopefulness.

"Maybe.”

She raised an eyebrow.

"If I said yes, will you say yes?"

She took the key out, shoving the box back into my pocket, and twirled it around in her fingers.

"Maybe," she grinned, raising that same eyebrow at me again.

"Move in with me, Princess, please."

"Why?"

I pulled her in closer to me, so she could feel me against her stomach. She knew what she was doing to me and I was willingly letting her.

"Because, I want middle of the night sex with you," confessing honestly, lifting her face to kiss her lips. "The kind where we wake up entangled in each other, and there are no words, just the feeling of your skin on mine."

Her breath hitched in the back of her throat, as I leaned into her and she pressed her core harder into me, snaking one arm around my neck while the other caressed my face.

"And maybe, caresses that turn into kisses, that turn into us barely able to concentrate because all we can think about is,"

"Me grabbing you and taking you," I finished, crashing my lips to hers again, this time slipping my tongue in her mouth, sighing when it met with hers and she tasted me for the first time today.

For a moment, the two of us made out in the kitchen, hands slipping under shirts, tugging and pulling on hips and waists, hot, heavy breathing and small quiet moans and whimpers. It was perfect.

“See, you move in with me, this is what we could do every chance we get,” I said, kissing her jawline and moving down her neck as her hands ran up my back and through my hair, making me groan.

“That sounds really nice,” she confessed, tilting her head back a little more so I could get a better angle of her neck.

"Does this mean yes?" I asked, mumbling against her lips once they found mine again.

Y/N giggled. Her smile against my lips made the fluttery feeling in my stomach come alive and I felt lightheaded.

"Yeah, okay you've kinda convinced me."

"Kind of!"

She laughed some more, squealing the instant I tickled her sides.

“Say yes! Say it!” I growled, playfully attacking her skin with bite marks kisses.

“Say you’ll move in with me,” I yelled, lifting her up and throwing her over my shoulder.

“Noah! Put me down!” she screamed, laughing so hard as I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.

“Not until you say yes,” I said, trying not to laugh. I smacked her bottom, earning me the perfect squeal that only encouraged the wrong kind of thoughts I was thinking about us.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N gave in. “Yes! I’ll move in with you!”

“Yes!” I yelled, once I reached the top of the stairs.

“Did you hear that, Nick! She said yes!” I yelled again, down to Nicholas who was watching what was going on from down below.

“Yeah, I heard. All I’m going to say is you two better not have sex that loud. My room is right next to yours, Noah!”

Y/N, gasped, and I turned to watch her throw her hands over her face.

“Don’t worry, Nick. We’ll be super quiet,” I yelled down to my friend, unable to resist the look in Y/N’s eyes as she stared up at me.

Gently, I led her backwards towards my bedroom, pushing her in once there and closing the door and locking it behind me.

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