#bad omens fluff

[kaliforniahigh]

the volume, the swoop of the bangs, the layers

he don't need no dyson airwrap, babies

[foreverlittlesoshi]

the center of my day

noah sebastian x reader

word count: 370

the sound of rain hitting the window woke you, gloomy clouds making the sky and outside appear gray. the air felt cold but your body was warm due to noah holding onto you with a death grip. you wiggled a bit so you could turn over but stopped when you heard him let out a groan.

“what are you doing?” “just wanted to turn so i can look at you.”

facing him you were met with his slightly puffy face still drenched with fatigue, you couldn’t help but to start tracing his features while admiring him and feel your heart start pounding. he let out a sigh of content at the feeling of your thumb rubbing his cheek and started to fall back into his slumber. a little bit of guilt washed over you for waking him since he was trying to catch up on sleep after months of nonstop grueling touring and he deserved the rest.

not to mention, pushing himself more by already going right back into the studio to make the next album. even with pure exhaustion and stress on him, he still looked so beautiful and peaceful while sleeping.

“you’re so beautiful.” you whisper to him.

“don’t lie to me.”

his response startled you a bit but you gave him a light smack on the shoulder. “i would never lie to you.”

noah shook his head as he let out a weak chuckle. “i guess not.”

“so don’t ever accuse me of lying to you because you are so beautiful.” you say louder as you push his dark hair off his face.

“fine. fine.” he murmured as he rolled his eyes.

“don’t get all sassy with me!” laughing at him, “i thought you fell back asleep.”

he hugged you tighter as he let out another sigh. “i almost did till you spoke. i won’t lie, i loved the compliment.”

“well, it’s true.” you gave him a soft kiss and he kissed you back.

“alright, can we go back to sleep now?” his eyes already closed again before finishing the question.

“of course.” settling back down then focusing on the sound of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep as he fell back into a deep slumber again.

AN ~ i tried so hard to take a chance of writing fluff after actual years

title comes from dare4distance by nevershoutnever

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-Chapter Twenty Eight

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit.

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse, talks of death, depressive thoughts.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I'm sorry if the smut is kind of lack luster. It's late and I really wanted to get this chapter out. Hope you all enjoy! Also, I'm sorry if none of the tags work, Tumblr is yet again being a pain in my ass.

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READER

“Angel.” 

A soft murmur of a voice brushed along the inside of my neck as I stirred in my sleep. Tender caresses ghosted over the chilled skin of my breasts, down my stomach towards the valley between my legs. Fingers danced over my clit and I arched up towards the touch, sleep still weighing heavy on my bones. 

I could feel the bright morning rays lingering over the bed, basking us in a glow so pure it made me stretch locked limbs to have it warm up my skin. 

“Y/N, my love.” The voice rasped again, lips brushing along my collar bone and a finger slipping inside of my walls. 

“Hmm,” I hummed as my eyes began to flutter open. 

Gazing down, I saw almond eyes staring up at me from between my legs; dark as the night sky that we found ourselves falling to last night. 

“Fuck,” I groaned while grasping at the sheets of our bed. 

“Already so wet,” Noah mused before flicking his tongue against my clit and slipping in another finger, spreading them wide inside of me. 

“Noah,” I panted and grasped his hair with such force, I heard a hiss fall from his mouth. 

“Happy birthday, angel.” 

A tender kiss inside of my thigh was the only warning I received before he began devouring me. He sucked and hummed against my clit while his fingers continued to pump in and out of me in quick succession. It was all a blur, sleep still clinging to me as I let my body react to Noah’s touch. I whined when his fingers slipped out of me, leaving me empty and desperate for more, only then for his tongue to spear inside of me. His moans of pleasure were downed out as I gripped his hair and pushed him farther into my center. The euphoric burn was all consuming ,every bit of my soul becoming one with Noah as he refused to let up. 

“Noah,” I panted, my orgasm teetering on the edge of explosion. 

His fingers gripped my thighs, nails leaving half crescent shaped moons in the tender flesh. I rode against his tongue, basking in the splendor that Noah was the only one to ever provide me. With a muffled shout behind my hand, I let go of the grip on my orgasm and allowed it to haul me into the void of white haziness, stars dancing in the corners of my vision. 

“Fuck,” Noah groaned after pulling himself away from my legs, my arousal soaking his chin. 

He made no move to wipe it away. 

I let my erratic heartbeat calm as I let out a deep breath, body falling limp against the bed just as Noah snuggled back up next to me.

“Now that is a wonderful way to wake up. Especially on my birthday,” I giggled while tracing the designs on his arm as it lay across my stomach. 

Noah pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Happy birthday, Y/N.” 

We lay there for a moment, enjoying the comfortable peace that always fell between us and I glanced over towards the patio doors of our bedroom, smiling at the sun and clear skies. 

“Should be a good day today,” I noted. 

“Hmm,” he agreed with a hum. “I wish I didn’t have to go to therapy. I should be with you.” 

I turned my head down towards him and brushed away the strays of hair from his eyes, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. 

“You’ll be gone for a couple of hours, not the whole day. It gives me time to do a little bit of shopping,” I reminded him as I reluctantly removed myself from his hold of long limbs, causing him to whine in protest. 

Standing on my toes, I stretched out my limbs to ease away whatever slumber still clung to my bones and nearly screeched when a stinging pain was felt against my ass. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Noah as he wore a playful smirk while shaking out his hand. 

“That’s the start of your birthday spankings, angel.” 

I grabbed the pillow off of the bed and smacked him a few times with it, only for him to reach out for me, grabbing me and pulling me back down to the bed. Our laughter echoed throughout the four walls of our shared space as we rolled in the sheets, Noah’s fingers digging into my sides to tickle me. 

“I love you,” he breathed while running his lips over mine. “I thought I’d never hear that laugh again.” 

My heart dropped for a second, knowing that I scared him with how deep I let the darkness consume me back in Japan after my fathers funeral. Dragging my nails over his cheek softly, I gave him a bright smile. 

“Thank you for being there for me, mochi. That’s the darkest I’ve ever felt and I do not want to go back there,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

Something changed in the way Noah’s eyes glanced down at me, something plaguing inside of his mind but he never spoke his troubles, simply kissed the inside of my palm. 

“Is our plan still the same?” He wondered. 

I nodded. “I’ll meet you at Fika around noon for my special birthday lunch. And then the surprise you still won’t tell me about.”

Noah smirked wickedly before pecking my lips and rolling off of me. “If I tell you, that defeats the purpose of a surprise, angel.”

Groaning, I smacked the mattress before crossing my arms over my chest playfully. “You’re no fun.” 

“Really?” He stood tall at the end of our bed, naked muscles constricting as he placed his hands on his hips. His cock was still hard from earlier and I let my gaze linger on the dark hairs around it, up towards his stomach and lingering on his broad chest. “I’m pretty sure you were saying the opposite of that last night.”

My cheeks burned as I remembered what exactly we did last night but kept my comments to myself. Instead, I wrapped myself in a cocoon of blankets and sighed in content. 

“Since it’s my birthday, I’m going to sleep a little bit longer,” 

Noah tapped my feet underneath the blanket. “As you deserve, Y/N.”

Even hidden underneath the cocoon, I watched as he walked into the bathroom, biting my lip at the sight of his perfect ass. 

Two hours later, I was dressed in a vintage blue and white floral sundress that gathered mid thigh and the heels of my sandals smacked against the concrete as I walked towards one of my favorite art shops. Downtown was busier than ever, the warming sun bringing everyone out, and I did my best to carry three bags worth of supplies in my hands. My home studio was out of various paints, charcoal, and I was almost tempted to buy a new easel I’ve had my eyes on the last couple of weeks but the thought of having to drag that to my small car put a damper on those plans. 

“I should have asked Noah to borrow his SUV,” I muttered to myself. 

Giving a small smile to the crowds of people I brushed past and waving at a few fans that recognized me, I continued down the sidewalk with a bright smile. Usually, I’d stop and take pictures with the fans, conversing for a few minutes, but more recently, I’ve decided to become private with aspects of my life. Ever since the break up with Trey years ago, I was doing whatever I could to keep my mental peace strong. Thankfully, people respected my decision, especially when Noah and I would be seen out together. Of course rumors speculated, especially since we never publicly spoke on our relationship. But that was because we didn’t need to. We knew what we were and how much we meant to each other; it was nobody's business besides our own. 

As I came to a stop in front of a little outdoor bar patio, waiting for the cross traffic to halt so I could walk through the crosswalk, I hummed a tune to myself as the new lyrics I wrote a few days ago continued to bury a new home inside of my brain. I’d been itching to get into the studio ever since I returned home from Japan but never found the time. 

Feeling a gaze so hot against my back it made my skin sweat, I dared a glance over to the bar to my left, nearly choking on a breath at what I saw. The familiar name Rose tattooed on his hand, the head full of curls that seemed to have grown at an unruly length, and those familiar cold, dead eyes. 

Next to him was a woman, one that had unknowingly made my life absolute hell for months. It was never her intention, that I knew. The man's hand grazed over her exposed shoulder, tracing the designs of the butterfly tattoo. 

One cup of wine in front of her and nearly a whole bottle of vodka in front of him. 

Neither of them saw me, too busy in eye fucking each other, as Trey linked his fingers with Bailey’s, kissing the small rock on her left finger. My eyes widened when the realization sunk in and I couldn’t help but laugh. Laughing so hard that tears burned in the corners of my eyes, blinding me, and the snorts I let out resembled some kind of animal. 

No fucking way. 

“You sure you like it, baby?” Trey’s voice was worse than before, all of the nicotine and drugs he smoked slowly began destroying him from the inside out. 

Bailey, who looked like someone had pissed in her salad, gave a forced smile. “Y-yeah of course. Why wouldn’t I like it?” 

They had yet to see me as the hustle and bustle of the street kept me hidden. 

“I do plan on getting you something bigger but I’m just waiting for this deal to go through with this lame as record label. It’s bullshit Sumerian won’t take me after everything I did for them.”

I blanched with a slack jaw at how he thought the record label still owed him something years later. 

Bailey dragged a finger down his chest, cooing in his ear. “It’s alright baby. You’ll get your due. Those fuckers took everything from you.” 

Trey took a rather unhealthy gulp of vodka, wiping it away the excess saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Meeting you at that party was the best thing to ever happen to me.” 

My face screwed up in disgust as I watched them kiss, nearly forcing myself not to throw up as the little figure on the cross walk sign flickered green, I clutched my stomach, footsteps against the pavement. The sight of Bailey and Trey together was comical at best. It didn’t even bother me that Trey was in Los Angeles or the fact that they were clearly engaged. I felt absolutely nothing seeing them together. They were a perfect match, if I said so myself. 

Leaving the past behind me, literally, I saw my car parked out front of Fika and Dr. Poulos’ office. Jesse had dropped off Noah earlier for his appointment and we would drive back home together after our coffee date. With the supplies in my trunk, I leaned against the hood of my car to wait for Noah. 

When I parked in front of Fika and Dr. Poulos’ office hours ago, there was a shiny red car here with a blonde woman sitting in the driver's seat, screaming into her phone. Whatever or whoever was on the other line had her in a sour mood as I walked past her car on the way towards the art store. I remember glancing towards Dr. Poulos’ office, wondering how Noah’s session was going. 

Now the shiny red car was long gone as I watched through the window of Fika as Jolly and Astrid were slow dancing in the middle of the cafe, patrons smiling and laughing at them as he dipped her low. As I made a heart out of my hands towards them, Jolly playfully flipped me the bird but Astrid glanced at me with something different in her eyes. 

Sadness. 

I didn’t have time to question it because the front door of Dr. Poulos’ office opened, Noah stepping out into the bright sun and shielding his eyes for a moment. 

“Noah!” I waved at him, pushing off of my car and skipping over towards him. “You’ll never guess who I saw!” 

When those almond eyes locked on me, I came to a halt. There was something off with him, he wasn’t the bright, adorning, man that kissed me goodbye this morning. 

No, he was broken and almost back to that man I had first met on tour so long ago. 

“Mochi?” My voice trembled as I stood taller when he closed the distance between us. “Everything alright?” 

Noah’s jaw shook as his eyes were wet with tears; something it seemed he’d been dealing with for the last long while due to how red they were. 

“I-fuck,” he ran a hand through his onyx locks, trying so hard to keep his composure but ultimately failing. 

I cupped his cheeks, forcing him to gaze down at me. “What’s wrong?” 

Those dreaded four words that no one wants to hear rang out, blocking out the busy street around us, as my world began to fall away. 

“We need to talk.”

NOAH

Three Hours Earlier.

My hands shook with nerves, unable to get rid of this inner turmoil that plagued me since I woke this morning. I didn’t want to bother Y/N with it; not today. Today was about her. So instead I woke her up by being in my favorite place; between her legs. 

Running a hand over my face, I turned the corner, Dr. Poulos’ old brick office coming into view. Jesse had dropped me off down the block because he was meeting Tay at one of their favorite restaurants. I could smell the aroma of Fika’s signature lattes yet before I could smile, thinking of my coffee date with Y/N later, my eyes landed on the slim figure leaning up against a shiny red car parked out front, my footsteps nearly stumbling over each other. 

No. 

No. 

It can’t be her. 

It’s been nearly ten years but those cold, dead eyes looked exactly the same when she glanced away from her phone to follow the heated glare that was set upon her. The look of shock and then pure elation appeared in the deep lines of her forehead. Her still overly bleached blonde hair was tied back away from her face, showing her bright blue eyeshadow and deep red lips. 

Memories of how I fell so fast for her slammed into me without warning, causing me to take a few steps back. Everything I tried so hard to forget was at the forefront of my mind again and suddenly, I realized why this feeling had been dragging me down all morning. 

It was because of her that I’d been so fucked up when I first met Y/N. The woman in front of me had used me, cheated me, fucking broke me. Kicked me off the edge and laughed in my face when she did it. I was just barely eighteen when I thought she was the one for me. 

How foolish I was. 

“No fucking way! Noah?! I’d been wondering when we’d run into each other. I haven’t seen you since you left Virginia.” 

She came skipping up to me, doing whatever she could to show off her breasts that were barely covered by the top of her dress. My eyes never left the red car behind her, not giving her the satisfaction she was clearly desperate for. 

“Damn, I’ve been following Bad Omens for years. I’m so proud of you. You look so good. I’m kicking myself for letting you get away.” 

My eyes snapped over to her, filled with fury as her name came out in a choked sob. 

“Je-Jessica? What are you doing here?” 

She dragged a finger down my arm, over my sweater. “I moved here a few months ago but finally got a chance to explore everything LA. has to offer; including ex boyfriends.” 

I reared away from her touch as she tried to cup my face and my lips snarled. “You have a lot of fucking nerve to even talk to me, let alone touch me for what you did.” 

Jessica’s annoyingly perfect waxed eyebrows furrowed. “What did I do to you, Noah?”

I blanched at her, truly appalled that she was even questioning what she did. There was so much pent up anger I had no idea that was festing inside of me that I didn’t know what to do with it. For years, I thought I was over what happened between us, but now seeing her in front of me, it was clear that I was far from fucking over it. 

I close myself off from her by crossing my arms over my chest and shrugging off her touch. “You know exactly what you did, Jessica. I was about to give you everything, every aspect and part of my life. All for a goddamn lie!” 

My voice was raised causing the patrons on the outdoor patio of Fika to glance towards me with questionable eyes. One of their servers, who I spoke to a few times while there, gave me a firm smile before ushering inside undoubtedly to tell Astrid. 

Shit. 

“Noah,” Jessica’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard as she purposely put herself in front of my vision, blocking the door to Dr. Pouls’ office. “I can’t believe you’re still upset about what happened.”

Grisly eyes sliced into her as my jaw ticked, hands clenching at my sides while I tried so hard not to wring her dainty neck. Murder was definitely not the answer and I could not afford for someone to record this to post it online. 

Noah Sebastian breaks the neck of his lying piece of shit ex girlfriend.

“You’re a vindictive person, Jessica. You sunk your claws so deep into me, it fucked me up for years after I moved away. It took me so long, countless therapy appointments to grow from what happened. I’m finally in a relationship that makes me feel like how I should have been treated at eighteen. I nearly lost her because of my fucked up brain” I stabbed the side of my head with a finger, further putting my point across. 

“She accepts me for who I am and all of my faults. She would never think to do to me what you did. You want to know why?” I questioned while cocking my head to the side, yet I didn’t even give a chance to answer before my lips snarled. “Because she loves me.”

Jessica let out a long breath while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. Everyone says you're single.” 

I scoffed. “I fucking poured out my feelings to you, about how you fucked me up, and the only thing you took from it is that I’m dating someone?” 

She rolled her eyes and reached a hand out to cup my face, her acrylics dragging over my cheekbone. “It can’t be serious. You were never one for long term relationships, Noah. We both know that.” 

“Fuck you!” I seethed. 

Jessica smirked. “All you have to do is ask. Is your number the same? I can come over when she’s gone.”

I stood frozen under her touch, unable to move as her venom seeped into my veins. There was nothing I could do. That was until I heard a throat clearing behind us and I saw a flash of ice white hair which broke the trap Jessica had wrapped me under.

“Everything alright?” Astrid questioned in her most polite voice she could muster even though I could tell with the way her eyes narrowed in on Jessica that she was furious. 

Pushing her hand away from me, I took a large step away from Jessica and squared my shoulders. “Time has hit you differently but I know you haven’t changed. You’re still the same woman you were almost ten years ago. I left behind everything you killed inside and I refuse to let you break everything I had built inside of me.” 

I pointed a finger to my chest, more importantly my heart. “I’m finally with someone who gives me everything I deserve. I love her with every part of my soul and heart. I’m not going to let someone from my past who clearly has their own issues they need to work through fuck it up.” 

Blowing out a shaky breath, I ran a hand through my hair so she could look straight into my eyes when I said my final words. 

“There’s so much more I could say to you about everything you put me through but I’m trying so hard to be a better man; not only for Y/N but for me as well. So, from the bottom of my heart, I hope you find someone that can love you the way you deserve. But I’m done with this conversation.”

Jessica blinked before taking a step towards me. “Noah-.” 

Astrid was quick to slip up next to me, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t think so, sweetie.”

“Who the hell are you?” Jessica yelled, finally realizing Astrid. “Are you his girlfriend?” 

“No,” a deep and even angrier voice rumbled behind us, Jolly coming to stand on my other side. “We’re Noah’s family and I believe he told you he was done with you and this conversation.”

Her eyes darted between all three of us before lingering on mine for a few beats, almost waiting for me to falter and slip into her again. 

Like hell. 

“Fool me once and all the love was lost. Paper-thin your words, they haunted my dreams for years. The seams have finally come undone,” I stood tall while crossing my arms over my chest. 

Finally realizing she was defeated, Jessica adjusted the strap of her bag before stomping back into her car, the door slamming echoed down the street. 

While Astrid kept a hard gaze on Jessica, making sure she didn’t get out of her car again, Jolly placed a hand on my shoulder. While he never met her, he was fully aware of what she did to me. 

“What did she want?” He asked. 

A muscle in my jaw ticked as I tried so hard to calm myself, not wanting to storm into my therapy appointment. 

“I guess she recently moved here. She acted innocent, Jolly. Acted like what she did to me was nothing.” 

He let out a long breath and glanced over his shoulder to the shiny red car where Jessica was still sitting behind the wheel. 

“I didn’t even know she was in Los Angeles,” my voice wavered. “I let her touch me. Fuck!”

Astrid’s gentle hand rested on my back. “Noah, please don’t beat yourself up about this. I don’t know who she is exactly or what she did to you but I do know the kind of man you are. So does Y/N.”

At the mention of her name, my heart race began to increase. It was a constant pounding in my chest and I felt the world around me tilt on its axis. 

“Please don’t tell her,” I begged both Jolly and Astrid. “I don’t have time to call her otherwise I’m going to be late for therapy.”

Jolly raised a brow. “You’re going to tell her, right?” 

I swallowed thickly. “Yeah, sure.”

The two shared a look, one that read they didn’t believe me, so trying to avoid another conversation, I motioned towards Dr. Poulos’ office. 

“I’m going to be late,” I grumbled under my breath.

Not bothering to hear their calls after me, I stormed into the office, my rage all consuming from the conversation with Jessica. How had she managed to get underneath my skin this bad? It had been so long since I’d felt this way and it scared me to death knowing that I couldn't face this head on. There was so much more I wanted to say to her, now as I thought back on the conversation. 

“I’m going to take a quick lunch and grab some coffee next door-,” Dr. Poulos spoke to the receptionist but when her eyes saw me from behind her glasses, she let out a breath. “Cancel my lunch and next appointment, Laura. I’m going to be busy.”

My hands shook at my sides as I tried to do the breathing exercises she taught me but it was ultimately failing. Like everything else. 

Dr. Poulos extended her arm towards her office. “Come on, Noah.” 

Brushing past her inside of the office, I began pacing the room back and forth, creating an indent into the already worn carpet. She clicked her pen and adjusted the dreaded notebook in her lap; the one that was already filled with notes from our sessions. Dr. Poulos said nothing, simply tapped the pen against her knee while I continued to pace the room, my breath erratic. It felt like every inch of my skin was on fire, wanting to burn off Jessica’s touch from it. I rubbed the spot on my arm raw, nails digging into the flesh hoping it would peel away from my bones. 

She lost the right to touch me. To look at me. To utter my fucking name after the way she left me broken and defeated. 

After a few moments, Dr. Poulos cleared her throat while sitting farther up in her chair. 

“Did you want to talk about who that woman was I saw you talking to?” 

My head snapped over to her, looming over her small frame. I grit my teeth, jaw aching, as I desperately wanted to tell Dr. Polous to fuck off and storm out of here. 

Fuck therapy. Fuck Jessica. And fuck these feelings that were gnawing away at my insides. 

I didn’t need Dr. Poulos. 

I needed a drink. 

I needed to hit something. 

I needed to talk with Nicholas, he would know what to do. He understood the history between Jessica and I better than anyone. 

I needed Y/N.

Running a shaking hand through my hair, I let out a very long and uneven breath, the thought of Y/N flooding my mind; her bright smile and her ethereal laugh. 

Broken and defeated, I fell back onto the leather couch and dragged my hands up and down my thighs. I’d come so far in these weekly therapy sessions, so much so that I was proud of the man I was becoming; not only for me but for Y/N as well. 

“That was Jessica,” I finally spoke, gnawing on my bottom lip. 

Dr. Poulos’ eyes widened behind her glasses but she was quick to hide her surprise. “The one that-?” 

I scoffed, the indignation dominating every part of who I was yet again. “The one who lied to me at eighteen years old that she was pregnant with my child and then faked a miscarriage as a way to keep herself bound to me.”

My knee bounced with aggravation, those memories sinking their fangs into my jugular and dragging me back to the depths of the past I tried so hard to forget. 

“I was ready to give my entire fucking life to her, forget my dreams of a band, so I could stay back in Virgina and help raise this mirage of a baby. The most fucked up part? I found out she lied about the whole thing when I caught her photoshopping ultrasound pictures with her name.” 

Dr. Poulos didn’t bother to write any of this down. All of this was pages prior in the notebook with my name on the cover. But she pursed her lips, her question lingering on them for a moment. 

“Have you told Y/N about Jessica?” 

My stomach dropped and nearly fell out of my ass. I kept my gaze trained hard on the out of date carpet at my feet, not wanting to reveal my answer. Even though I knew Dr. Poulos knew. She wanted me to say it out loud. 

“Noah,” she sighed. 

My head snapped up as a broken sob left my lips. “No, she doesn’t. And I’m so fucking afraid that if I do tell her, she’ll leave. What kind of woman wants a guy with this much baggage?” 

She bit the inside of her cheek, slowly closing the book in her lap and set it on the table between us. Then steepling her fingers together on her lap, Dr. Poulos let out a very long breath. 

“Noah, you’ve been seeing me every week for over a year now. It’s been quite some time to where you found yourself feeling like this. It took a lot of sessions for you to realize that everything you’ve gone through was not your fault. Every part of the man I see sitting in front of me took a lot of self reflection and soul searching. You broke yourself free from the binds that tethered you to who you used to be. We both know that Y/N would not think anything less of you because you ran into an ex girlfriend.”

There was no need to hold back the tears any longer, it wouldn’t have been the first time I cried in my therapy sessions. And it damn sure wouldn’t be the last time.

“But-,” my words were cut off by my sniffles causing Dr. Poulos to extend over the tissue box, gratefully taking two. “I’ve kept this secret from Y/N for years. How do I know she won’t leave me because of it?

She waited a moment for me to blow my nose into the tissue before replying. “Noah, I think we’re both quite aware of the love you and Y/N hold for each other. The growth between you two, separately and together, has been remarkable to watch. All because of you two communicating. Do you think it would be healthy to take such large steps backwards in your relationship by not telling her about Jessica?”

I sat laxed on the couch of her office even though I felt anything but relaxed. My knee continued to bounce in agitation and my heart rate had yet to calm. I could feel my blood flow through my body and it felt like I was about to throw up all of my breakfast on Dr. Poulos’ floor. I was already over my run in with Jessica, finding a way to cope with that part of my life long ago. It was more so the future conversation I had to have with Y/N that was eating away at me. 

Dr. Poulos leaned back in her chair and crossed a leg over one another. “Do you think the past trauma with Jessica faking a pregnancy has made it difficult to talk about future children with Y/N?”

There was a sudden large lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow. 

So answer me, how am I supposed to deal with this?

“You know her history, doc. Kids aren’t in our future,” I reminded her while rubbing a hand up and down my thigh, sniffing away the tears. 

“Endometriosis doesn't necessarily mean you two can’t have kids, Noah. It just makes conception extremely difficult.”

You're innocent and pure, I'm worthless to the world. Tell me why you picked me over her.

I somberly nodded and gave a weak shrug. “I know. But Y/N and I don’t talk about kids enough. I usually don't bring up the subject because I know how sensitive it is for her.” 

The sound of the clock on the wall behind Dr. Poulos ticked away, reminding me that soon I’d have to face Y/N. But for now, I had to face the question still lingering in the air. 

“Did you still want kids?” She questioned. 

“More than anything,” I admitted without missing a beat. “But I’ve accepted that there’s a high chance it won’t happen for us. And I’m okay with that. As long as I’ve got Y/N, Salem, and Kuma, I’m happy. They’re my family.” 

Dr. Poulos could see the light slowly flickering to life behind my eyes so not wanting to divulge back towards Jessica, already saying everything I had to say about her, she gave me a warm smile. 

“How’s Kuma adjusting, by the way?”

I snorted a laugh while throwing the tissues into the garbage can across the room, never missing. 

“Really good. It was a bit rough at first getting him and Salem acclimated. But we all found ourselves in a comfortable routine.”

“I’m glad, Noah. Truly. Given everything you both went through in Japan,” Dr. Poulos reached for her book, clicking open her pen. “Speaking of Japan, we never finished discussing last week what the email from Mason said regarding the song with Keaton.”

Immediately I remember the email still sitting in my inbox, waiting for a reply. The task was daunting and if I was being honest, there was a part of me that thought I wasn't good enough for it. My heart felt even heavier than before, anchoring to the deep depths of my stomach, when I thought of my friend and how much I missed him. It’s been awhile since he passed but the thought was still pretty raw, cutting deep. As I relayed our last phone conversation, that all too familiar feeling of someone wrapping their hand around my throat was nearly debilitating and I could feel all the oxygen leave my lungs. 

It’s okay.

Taking a deep breath, I curtly nodded before divulging more on what the email from Mason exactly said. 

READER

My mind was racing so fast, it felt like my brain had broken in half as I tried so hard to put the pieces back together. Sweat dropped down my spine even with the sudden cool L.A breeze and my palms were sticky as I rubbed them along my sides. When Noah and I first decided to cut out the coffee date, instead deciding to sit in a park down the block so he could talk to me about something, the last thing I expected him to tell me was that. 

“Angel?” Noah’s voice was quiet as he hesitantly reached for my hand before deciding against it. 

Clearing my throat, I turned towards him on the park bench so I could look directly in his eyes.

“You do not have a kid, correct?” 

Noah maintained direct eye contact with me the entire time. “I swear to you, Y/N Y/L/N, I do not have a child. Jessica made up the entire thing as a way to keep me in Virginia.”

He was still too far away from me, the space between us causing my soul to yearn for him, so I tenderly reached for his hand, bringing it to my lips to lay a kiss on each of his finger tattoos. 

“I appreciate you telling me, Noah. Even though you didn’t need to,” I assured him. 

The fear in his eyes softened as he hurriedly brought me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me, breathing me in. Our souls connected, as they always did, and our heart beats became one. 

“I was so afraid to tell you, angel,” he breathed into my hair. “I thought you were going to leave.” 

Squeezing his side, I glanced up at him as the sunlight that broke through the cloud casted a glow over the freckles on his nose. 

“Even if you did have a kid, Noah, I wouldn’t leave you,” I admitted, even though the sheer terror that ran through my blood when he uttered those words “she told me she was pregnant” made me believe my world was about to end. 

But Noah explained the entire thing on how his ex faked a pregnancy and then a miscarriage when he began to question things about the pregnancy. Needless to say the relationship was over and Noah was back to couch hopping. 

“I thought this conversation was going to go a different direction,” Noah spoke, his chest rumbling underneath me. “I didn’t want to ruin your birthday.”

My nails dragged over the skin underneath his sweater leaving goosebumps in my wake. “There’s no way you could ruin my birthday, mochi. I appreciate you telling me the truth and I’m glad you were able to talk about it in therapy.”

Noah agreed with a simple hum and we let the noise of the birds in the trees, cars driving by, and laughter of the kids playing on the play set lull away the rest of the anxiety we were feeling. There was no way I would be upset with Noah. It happened during a part of his life before he knew me. Although, I was thankful he told me about the encounter with her and how Astrid and Jolly were there. 

“Shit,” I sat up with a start and smacked his chest. “I almost forgot to tell you! Guess who I saw down at Ramanos?”

“The bar around the block?” Noah asked with furrowed brows. 

“Yep,” I nodded while popping the ‘P’.

He brushed away a strand of hair from my eyes, twirling it between his fingers. “Who?”

“Trey and Bailey! Together. Engaged!” My voice was raised a few octaves causing a few people to turn their heads in our direction. 

Noah choked on something before letting out a roar of laughter. “Is the universe trying to tell us something today?” 

“I guess we both needed closure on parts of our lives we didn’t know we needed,” I suggested with a shrug. 

I wasn’t sure if it was the way the sun hit his eyes or water from the fountain we were sitting next too sparkled against those almond orbs, but something in the way Noah looked at me gave way to the closure he’d been looking for as well. 

“You sure you’re not upset? You don’t want to find Jessica and run her over with your car?” 

I snorted. “God no. I’m more upset for you for how she treated you back then but like the Bailey and Trey situation, I’ve learned to take the high road.” 

Quickly rising to his feet, Noah brought me with him and tossed his arm over my shoulder, leading me out of the park towards my car. 

“Alright, that’s enough talk of the past. This is still your day and we’ve got a lot more to do,” he brushed a kiss along the side of my head. 

“And what does that entail?” I tried to probe out of him. 

Noah winked. “It’s a surprise.”

MICHAEL 

“SURPRISE!” 

Y/N halted in the middle of the doorway, pure shock and fear on her face, and Noah stood not too far behind her with his phone up and recording. She took in the sight of all of us packed into our house to celebrate her before turning towards Noah and capturing his lips in a kiss. I watched from my position in the kitchen with an eagerness to find whatever they had. It was evident that they were in love and were with each other forever. It was a long wrong for them, one that was paved with heartbreak and growth, but to see them on the other side so happy, It made me smile despite my own sadness. 

As Y/N made her rounds between all of the guests, I sauntered back into the kitchen to make sure we were still stocked up with drinks and snacks; pizza arriving in an hour. Jesse and Tay were leaning against the kitchen counter, whispering something to each other, as I opened the fridge to reach for a beer. 

“What’s wrong?” Tay asked. 

I shrugged while popping off the cap to the chilled bottle. “I’m fine.” 

Her bright eyes narrowed in on me, decticing my lie almost immediately. 

“You know your lip does this weird twitchy thing when you lie, right?” 

Running a hand over my mouth, I set down the beer bottle onto the counter and let out a long breath. 

“I guess, I see what all of you guys have and sometimes, a part of me wonders if I’ll ever get anything even close to it.”

Jesse gave me a small smile. “You’ll find your special someone, Michael.”

“Yeah,” Tay agreed while wrapping her arms around Jesse’s midsection as he pulled her into him. “I hate to sound cliche but she’ll come around when you’re not even looking.” 

Downing half of the beer in one go, I shrugged yet again. “Doubt it. I’m beginning to think that maybe that made up shit about love at first sight isn’t meant for me.”

I glanced over towards Noah and Y/N, who was squealing with delight when Nicholas brought out his tattooing equipment in the living room. 

“Birthday tattoos?” She gazed up at Noah.

He bent low to kiss her, his hands around his waist. “We have to keep the tradition going, angel.” 

“What are you going to get?” Faye asked from her position on the couch, wrapped underneath Matt’s arm. 

Y/N made a mock tapping on her chin, pretending that she was thinking about it. “A duck.”

Noah choked on his drink, nearly spewing it all over his sweater, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Why a duck?” He wondered, wiping his chin. 

"Well,” she began while sitting on the couch and extending her leg towards Nicholas so he could prep the area of her right ankle. “According to the fanbase, they see you as a duck so I guess that’s why I’m going to get it."

The stare they shared was strong and vibrant, the aura of their connected souls radiating light in the empty air around all of us. Most of us have been here since the beginning of Y/N and Noah’s relationship, so we knew how much this moment meant to them. 

Noah sat on the arm rest of the couch next to Y/N and placed a kiss on top of her head. “Well, I guess I’m getting a crow tattooed then.”

As much as I loved my friends, seeing most of them in happy relationships while I found myself struggling with the notion of being single day after day was becoming a little daunting. With a tight hold around my beer, I swiftly turned on my heels in an effort to quietly sneak up stairs to my room only to run into a smaller frame, nearly knocking both of us to the ground. 

“Shit! Sorry!” I rushed out, hands capturing the person's elbows to keep us steady. 

Hazel eyes stared up at me from behind a pair of red cat eye glasses and I felt all of the air leave my lungs like I’d been punched in the gut.

Almost like you had your breath stolen from you? 

“It’s okay, I promise. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” the small voice snapped me out from staring at the freckles that covered her entire face, not hidden underneath makeup. 

Her lips, however, were bright and matched the color of her glasses and I couldn’t stop the thought of wanting to know what they tasted like.

I had yet to remove my hands from the small of her back, instead my fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles. 

“You’re Michael, right?” The woman asked. 

I numbly nodded, still in a trance because of her eyes. 

“I’m Lori. I’m in one of the same art classes with Y/N. She’s been bugging me for weeks to come over to meet you but I just could never find the time.” 

Lori. 

I was still rendered speechless, unable to form a coherent word or thought because of the way her eyes devoured my soul. 

Is this that cheesy shit Noah would ramble on and on about?

In the corner of my vision, I saw Jesse roll his eyes while linking fingers with Tay. As they walked past me, he smacked me upside the head to wake me up. 

“Talk to her you dumbass,” he grumbled behind me before he and Tay left us alone. 

Clearing my throat, I finally removed my hands from her back to rub them on my jeans, suddenly very nervous to talk to a pretty woman. 

“Would you like a drink?” I managed to spit out, thankfully in the correct order. 

Lori smiled sweetly at me. “I’d love one.”

NOAH

With a sigh, exhaustion creeping into my bones from a long afternoon of vocal lessons and then an intense training session with Ash, I was ready to fall into bed with Y/N as soon as I stepped through the door. I’d been seeing Melissa once a week in hopes to perfect my voice better for the upcoming tracks I had to record, for Bad Omnes and another special project. 

Y/N’s birthday was a few days ago and even given what happened before her surprise party with Jessica, I felt our relationship had evolved. No longer did I have that looming fear that something was going to snatch her away from me and the anxiety that I felt when I woke up that morning was nothing but a fading memory. 

I was ready for Y/N and I to finally take the next step in our relationship. I did bring up the idea of kids again to her later that night when we were snuggled up in bed together; her answer still lingering in the cage of my heart. 

“I want nothing more than to have a family with you, Noah Sebastian. But I don’t think it’s in the cards for us. We’d need a big miracle for that.”

“Shit,” I whined when I came to a sudden stop right in front of the door.  

I had forgotten that Y/N was going out with the girls tonight meaning my night in with her would have to be replaced with Michael, Jesse, Kuma and Salem; who finally was warming up to the idea of another fur member in the house with him. It didn’t bother me that Y/N was going out tonight, in fact I was thrilled. She needed a night where she didn’t have to worry about me or others; a night with friends where she can let go. Something Y/N needed after we returned home from Japan a few weeks ago. 

As I stepped through the front door, the cool air breezing over my sticky skin, I paused when I heard two voices singing in perfect harmony and glanced over to the kitchen, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. 

Jesse was holding an even bigger than yesterday Kuma while Michael was cuddling Salem in his arms and they moved about the kitchen, a familiar tune playing from the Alexa speaker. Yet my eyes were stuck on the angel that sat on the kitchen counter with her legs dangling in the air. Y/N wore my red sweater with the hood pulled up over her head and her ethereal voice rang throughout the house. 

“Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?” 

Her smile radiated light as Michael’s voice tangled with hers and he grabbed her hand to bring her off the kitchen counter as all three of them danced together in the kitchen, oblivious to me who was standing in the entryway still, with an idea suddenly striking me. 

Their voices are perfect for it. 

Quickly pulling out my phone from my side bag, I typed out a message to Matt. 

Me: I figured out who the final feature could be. 

Matthew: Who? 

Still going undetected by the concert in the kitchen, I sat against the back of the couch and replied to Matt. 

Me: Can I come over tonight? It’ll be easier to explain face to face.

Me: And don’t give me some bullshit excuse about you having plans with Faye. I know she’s going out with Y/N tonight. 

Mattew: Only if you bring Kuma. Zeus and Boo want a playdate.

Me: I’ll be there around five.

“Hey you!” Y/N’s voice snapped my head away from my phone and I rose from the couch. 

“Hi, angel,” I smiled after kissing her sweet lips and motioned towards the kitchen. “Having fun?” 

“Yeah,” she bent low to pick up Kuma as he trotted over towards us. “We were singing and then Just Pretend came on. I’m honestly a bit surprised at how well mine and Michael’s voice harmonize together.” 

I scratched at Kuma’s ears, agreeing with a hum. “What time are you leaving?” 

“I’m actually going to start getting ready. Unless you wanted to get dinner instead?” She asked.

“No, Y/N. You deserve a night out with the girls. I’m going to take Kuma over to Matt’s for a puppy play date,” I took Kuma from her arms, him licking my sweat slick skin. 

Her lips jutted out in a pout to which I quickly seized in a kiss. “No arguing, angel. Go get ready. I’m going to head to Matt’s.”

“Love you,” she mused against my lips before smacking my ass, skipping towards our bedroom. 

“Love you too! Be safe!” I called after her and then looked towards the large puppy in my arms. “Do you want to go play with Zeus and Boo?” 

A deep bark was my answer. 

Three Hours Later

My knee bounced with agitation as I held a firm grip on my phone. I wasn't angry with Y/N; far from it. I wanted her back home so I could have her bent over my knee, punishing her for all of the texts she sent me tonight. 

While she was getting ready earlier, I left to go to Matt’s and when I came back a few hours ago, Y/N was long gone. I wasn't able to see what she was wearing until she sent me a selfie of her in the bathroom mirror at the restaurant they were at. My eyes zoned in on her necklace and bracelet as it glimmered under the low light. 

Angel 🪽: What, you don't like my red dress? 

Me: You know I'm a sucker for you in red. I want to rip it off of you. 

Me: Actually, I want to fuck you with it on. 

Y/N kept me waiting for almost two hours for a reply. I did everything I could to keep my mind on something else and not the hard-on in my joggers. I read, cleaned the house, took Kuma for a walk, and was currently sitting on the couch with Jesse and Michael, definitely not paying attention to the movie. 

When my phone buzzed, I nearly fell off the couch reaching for it. 

"Someone misses Y/N," Jesse teased while ruffling my hair. 

I shot him a look: you're the one to talk. 

Angel 🪽: Don't make promises you can't keep, mochi. 

Raising a brow, I discreetly adjusted my position on the couch so I was laying down, away from the guys. 

Me: Are you getting sassy with me, angel? Do I need to keep you in line?

Angel 🪽: What are you going to do to me?

Quickly glancing towards the guys and noticing they couldn't see my phone, I typed out my response. 

Me: I'm going to tie your hands behind your back and force you over my knee while I smack your ass with my belt. Then when you're crying out in pain, I'm going to push you to your knees and watch as you take my entire cock in your mouth, choking on it. You're going to get so wet that you're going to leave a puddle on the carpet. If you're still sassy, I'm going to make you lick it up. 

Me: Or I'm going to cum all over that pretty face of yours. I haven't decided yet. 

My dick was aching for some sort of release and I couldn't help myself from looking at the picture Y/N sent me again. Not even two minutes later, she responded and I nearly dropped the phone on my face. 

Angel 🪽: You better go buy some binds then. I'll be home in an hour. 

Smacking my thighs, I rose from the couch and bid a goodbye to the guys. 

"Where are you headed?" Michael wondered. 

Pocketing my keys and placing a hat low on my head, I motioned to the door. "I'm going to run and get some ice cream for Y/N. She should be home soon." 

I was definitely not going to buy her some ice cream. 

Well, maybe I could buy some and use it in other ways.

READER

The house was eerily quiet, not even the old bones creaking with the evening wind. The only light was the one illuminating from above the kitchen sink and when I checked the time on my phone, I internally cringed. I was supposed to be home almost an hour ago but by the time I said goodbye to the girls and made it back to my car, Noah had sent me a very risque video; one I watched in the solitude of my car. 

Him dragging his hand up and down his cock, his sinful moans echoing in the space of our bathroom. 

“Need you so bad, angel.”

Both Salem and Kuma were missing as well but I chalked that up to them sleeping upstairs with Jesse and Michael. They often swapped fur babies for the night, except when Tay spent the night and she wanted double fur snuggles. 

"Noah?" I called out when I finally stepped into our even darker bedroom, only to be met with an ear ringing silence. 

My hand smacked against the wall, looking for the light switch, but I let out a scream when a hand wrapped around my throat from behind, cool leather pressing against the heated skin as a deep voice spoke.

"You're late."

Goosebumps pricked at my skin as I found myself leaning into the broad chest against my back.

“I would have been here earlier if someone didn’t distract me with a certain video,” I tossed back at the voice over my shoulder. 

He breathed me in then let go of his grip around my throat, pushing me forward slightly and I tried to maneuver my way through the dark until suddenly, the bedside table lamp clicked on, a warm ashen glow showcasing the man that stood on the other side of the bed, it creating a barrier between us. Noah was blanketed in his own darkness as he slowly removed the hood of his jacket, his face covered by the black ski mask; him adorning his entire stage attire. 

Fuck. He remembered. 

One night, I let it slip to Faye on what one of my biggest sexual fantasies was to which she urged me to bring it up to Noah which I did. He responded with a wink, nothing more. 

Now, he pointed to my dress. “Keep that on and get on your stomach on the bed.” 

My pussy clenched, slick with arousal ever since I watched the video; more than once. Not wanting to disobey him, I laid on my stomach on the soft bed which dipped behind me as Noah knelt. 

“So pretty,” he mused while lifting up the hem of my dress over my ass. 

“Noah,” I whined. 

A swift smack to my ass seized whatever words I was about to utter. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night, angel. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you while you receive your punishment, understood?” Noah’s eyes zoned in on my round ass in front of him. 

All I could pay attention to was the way he looked behind the mask which didn’t please him so he laid another hard smack to my ass, causing me to cry out into the palm of my hand. 

“Hm, good girl,” he praised. 

The darkness that laced his voice suddenly was no longer as he leaned his body over towards my ear. “If it gets to be too much, Y/N, say Mercy. Alright?”

I couldn’t hide my eagerness as I nodded. “Keep going.” 

The only sound that lingered in the air of our bedroom was the sound of skin on skin as Noah laid smack after smack against my ass; so red already. When he felt like I had enough, he rolled me onto my back so I could gaze up at him. 

“How wet are you, angel?” He wondered, dragging a finger over my panties. “I can feel how soaked your panties are. Was it the video or the spankings?”

I swallowed. “Both.” 

Hooking a finger through the waistband, he ripped them down my legs before bunching the material of my dresses over my stomach. His large hands held onto my knees with a bruising force, spreading me wide for him. 

“I fucking knew it,” he said while dipping a finger between my folds, my moan getting caught in my throat. 

Noah was knuckle deep as he fingered me hard and fast.

"Oh god," I buried my face into the crook of my arm, my orgasm already so close to the brink of collapse. 

Noah’s large body loomed over my face, nipping at my bottom lip. “Remember angel, there's no God here, just us."

“Fuck. Feels so good, Noah," I gasped when he slipped another finger inside of me.

He curled them inside of me, bringing me closer to the edge of bliss. It felt like all of my senses were heightened yet before I could finally drown in it, Noah slipped away from me leaving me empty. Before I could protest, his mouth devoured mine in a kiss so dizzying, I grasped at his jacket to keep myself grounded. 

“I got a surprise for you, angel,” he muttered into the kiss before rolling off of me, disappearing to the side of the bed and tossed a bag full of goodies next to me. 

Holy shit.

“Noah,” I panted, body wrecked from yet another orgasm denial. “I can-I can’t do this anymore.” 

The metal handcuffs dug into my wrists as my arms were pulled tight behind my back, exposing my breasts to Noah, who was lying underneath me with a smug smile on his face. After fucking me deep into the bed while I still wore my dress, he managed to pull out of me seconds before either of us came apart. 

Not to mention the fact that he forgot to buy condoms earlier but I reminded him there was no need for us to use one. There were plenty of times we weren’t exactly safe but due to my endometriosis, the rate of conception was extremely low. 

“What’s the matter, angel? Tapping out already?” Noah cocked his head to the side, assessing me with a predatory gaze. 

“P-please. I feel like my body is about to explode. I just want to cum, this isn't fair,” I whined which made him press the vibrator harder against my clit and I cried out. 

Noah had it on the highest setting and everytime I felt like I was about to convulse on the dildo that was fully settled inside of me, he would yank the vibrator away. 

He leant up his face towards me so I could feel his warmth breath across my lips. “What’s not fair is you sending those texts and pictures to me all night knowing I can't do anything about it.” 

My lips parted to apologize, even though we both knew I didn’t need to. It was all part of this game. But Noah was quick to lift me from the bed and roughly force me to my knees, a playful gleam in my eyes. In my naughty texts from earlier, I may have let it slip that I wanted him to be rough tonight. 

Noah towered over me from my spot on the floor of our bedroom and his cock was so close to my face, I nearly darted my tongue out to lick up the precum that seeped out of the slit. 

Shortly after he fucked me in my dress, he tore away both of our clothes, before handcuffing my wrists together. While Noah had been denying both of us orgasms all night, he also denied me touching him. Any time I tried, he would whip me with the leather belt that was currently hanging over the headboard. My ass was raw with marks covering every inch of skin, and I fucking loved it. 

Noah’s calloused but gentle hand cupped my cheek, forcing our eyes to lock. 

“Safe word?” He whispered into the darkness of the bedroom, only illuminated by the red LEDs behind our bed. 

I pressed a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I’m good, Mochi.” 

Suddenly darkness bled those eyes black and he leaned closer to my face with a tight grip around his thick cock. 

“Good because you’re going to sit there like the good slut I know you to be and open that pretty little mouth of yours so I can paint it with my cum.”

His voice was gone, overcum with the lust that consumed all of him, and it nearly vibrated against his broad chest. 

“If you disobey, well I think we know what’s going to happen,” Noah thread the belt between his hand to snap the leather together, the noise echoing throughout the room. 

I jumped but nodded eagerly. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll listen.” 

His thumb now grazed over my cheek. “Then open up for me, angel.” 

I obeyed. 

“Fuck,” Noah bit down on the back of my shoulder, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. His cock twitched inside of me as he held onto his breath. 

“Angel, I can’t-I can’t hold it. I’m so close-.” Noah admitted through gritted teeth. 

With my face still pressed deep into the mattress by his large hand, I pressed my ass farther back into him. My body was completely wrecked from the last three orgasms he forced out of me with the black rose vibrator, and I was desperate to finally hear him let go after denying himself all night. 

“Please Noah,” I managed to say. “Please, I need it. I need you to fill me up.”  

“Fucking hell, angel,” he dragged nearly all of his cock out of my pussy, slowly fucking me with the head before sinking himself all the way in again. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him and watched with  euphoria as Noah’s eyes rolled back when he let his head fall back, nearly choking on a breath. With a groan so sinful it made my spine ignite and two more hand snaps of his hips, he finally spilled himself inside of me. 

“Take all of it,” Noah demanded before collapsing his large frame over mine on the bed, cock still buried deep inside of me. 

We lay there in a mess of sweat, cum, and tangled limbs when Noah finally pushed himself off of me, the emptiness I felt between my legs paling in comparison to the cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. 

He pressed a delicate kiss to my shoulder as he lay next to me. “You sure you’re alright?” 

I gave him a blissful smile, still not being able to open my eyes. “I’m more than alright.” 

“Good,” Noah swept away the matted hair from my face just as I slowly opened my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mochi,” I lazily kissed the tattoos adorning his chest before letting sleep finally pull me under. 

[estraeiea]

late night | 01

"I think I love you," Noah says, and you immediately look up at him.

It's three a.m. and the childish glee from a night out at the county fair is beginning to fizzle out, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier and your limbs ache for some rest, but Noah's sudden confession has left you wide-eyed and shocked. He doesn't meet your eyes, but he looks to the side then shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket and shrugs.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, it’s too loud and too clear for your liking, and when Noah's eyes meet yours by pure accident, you get to see his face clearly under the shitty light of your front door. He's quick to look down, but not before you note the blush spreading through his cheeks and adorning his ears. I think I love you, echoes in your head.

"You think?" you ask, and it comes off as a whisper.

Noah shrugs again, and you can see how badly he's trying to act cool and aloof, as if this isn't a monumental moment in your relationship. But you can tell his breathing is uneven and his shoulders look tense. Something is off with his posture, you notice, it appears as if he's trying to make himself smaller.

You have never seen him like this, so unsure, so shy, so fearful.

Good, you think.

"Well," you say, "I know I love you."

And you reach out for the collar of his jacket and forcefully pull him down to your height and press a kiss to his warm cheek. He doesn't fight back, he doesn't protest against you yanking him down, instead, Noah turns his head to you and presses his lips against yours.

"I love you," he admits, and you laugh.

[artificialbreezy]

okay i was in the middle of working on a smutty Matt blurb but i saw this post and i feel like its my duty to talk about it okay? cool. here we go.

this is the era that would shotgun smoke into your mouth. i’ll take no arguments.

kinda (really just weed) NSFW under the cut ◡̈

okay now let’s get into it.

MAYBE it started out friendly, right? just a casual hang out at his house. nothing you weren’t used to at this point. you don’t really smoke, never tried it. they never judged you for it, always offered if you ever did wanna try, they’d take it so easy on you and would never rush/push you into more than what you were comfortable with. so ya know what, this is the time. you’re gonna smoke weed today! so when you get there and everyone’s outside surrounded by a fire you’re extra comfortable. it’s warm, there’s no reason to be nervous, all your friends are right there, Noah is RIGHT there. he always has your back. as the night goes on and more people are working their way inside to play some drinking games, you and Noah are left outside with a half smoked blunt and a weak fire going. you’d take a deep breath, Noah immediately catching onto your nerves. “hey, what’s wrong honey?” Noah always got a lil more affectionate when he was high. you weren’t complaining though. you’d shake your head and tell him nothing. he’d cock his eyebrow, 100% not believing what you said. so you’d just quick talk it out. “iwannasmokeweedbutimalittlenervous” and you’d take another breath and stare at the fire. all to hear his sweet chuckle, “there’s this thing that we could do, where you don’t have to take a hit off the blunt. i could take the hit, give it to you and see how you feel.” and you’re more confused now, what is talking about? how can you get high by not smoking it? he’d see the confusion on your face, “you trust me, yeah?” and you’d nod.

he’d pull you into his lap, and you’re already beet red. nervous, shy, hoping to all fucks that he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating. “open your mouth a little bit.” he’d relight the blunt, take a rather big hit, grab your jaw and pull you close. close enough that his lips were on yours and blow the smoke into your lungs. he’d pull away a little, hand still holding your jaw. “fuck it.” he’d mumble, before he pulled you back into his lips. “gotta have another taste, you understand right?” he’d say between kisses.

your kiss was interrupted when the slider opened and Jesse stood there wide eyed, immediately turning back into the house yelling, “YOU GUYS OWE ME 20 BUCKS. THEY’RE OUT HERE SUCKING FACE!!” Noah would just shake his head, rub his thumb against your cheek, press a soft kiss to your mouth. “go upstairs, i’ll meet you in my bed in 10 minutes okay? we got some things to talk about.”

[artificialstardust]

Okay I’m at the beach. It’s 1:08 in the afternoon. I’ve had two seltzers and have been collecting shells. So I’m thinking about Noah. Fucking obviously

Noah would have so much fun with a crow partner that just brings him every shiny thing they find at the beach. Just every find seconds “found you this” and this man smiles at every one and takes it.

He starts a small pile of the shells you bring him and it is already quite large at an hour in. He just lets you do your thing. A drink in one hand, shells in the other as you walk around the beach.

When you do go into the water he occasionally joins you. Sometimes you both bring boogie boards out and ride on some of the waves laughing. He also makes sure that you stay hydrated as well. And makes sure you have a snack or two as well as reapply sunscreen.

Then when you do finally go back to the beach house, he takes a shower with you because he likes the intimacy of that moment. He puts after sun lotion on your back when you’re done, then puts aloe on you as well. He knows you’re probably super tired so he asks what sounds good and finds the first place that has good reviews with what you suggested and takes you there. After dinner he drives back to the house. His hand on your thigh as you watch the lights of different places and cars pass by.

When you do get to the house, he puts more aloe on you before you put your pajamas on. Neither of you sleep with blankets that night from being warm from the sun still, but it doesn’t stop him from holding you close to him, one of the shells you brought him earlier sitting on the nightstand next to him.

[bloodylullaby]

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 2114

Author's Note: Enjoy all the fluff

Life has been relentlessly knocking you down again. It seems like every corner you turn, there's a new challenge waiting to trip you up. Whether it’s the daily grind of dealing with difficult people who test your patience and resilience or the frustratingly mundane obstacles like hitting every red light on your commute, it feels like the universe conspires against you with a vengeance. These constant setbacks, big and small, accumulate, weighing heavily on your spirit and making each day a battle to stay optimistic and keep pushing forward. Despite your efforts to maintain a positive outlook, the persistent barrage of annoyances and hardships leaves you feeling worn out and defeated, as if you’re fighting a losing battle against an unseen force determined to test your limits.

These long, exhausting days have left you severely burned out. By the end of my workday, you find yourself sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. Later, you’ll lie in the dark, gazing up at the ceiling, feeling overwhelming dread. This cycle perpetuates itself, leading to even more disappointment and disillusionment. The activities that you used to enjoy in your free time no longer bring you joy. Your creativity has ground to a halt, replaced by a paralyzing self-doubt that makes you question whether anything you create is good enough. The burnout has drained your energy and eroded your confidence and sense of purpose, leaving you feeling disconnected from the things that once brought you happiness.

Your isolation starts to intensify. Even though you’ve never been outgoing and preferred a night in over a night out, it keeps worsening. You haven't talked to friends or family in weeks, leading to the gnawing thoughts that you don’t matter. This isolation exacerbates your struggle to keep taking your medication—the very thing that helps you function like a normal human being. It helps your body produce the right chemicals so you can function and enjoy life. But what’s the point of enjoying life if everything you do only leads to more exhaustion? The loneliness, coupled with a lack of communication with loved ones, deepens your sense of despair, making it increasingly difficult to find any motivation or reason to continue.

Today has been no different for you. With a day off from work, you’ve been wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, mindlessly playing on your Switch. Your phone has been blowing up with messages from Noah, but you’ve been ignoring him, too drained to respond. You read his texts but don’t reply, and it’s starting to get to him. He’s used to your occasional isolation spells, but it’s gnawing at him now. Typically, you get back to his texts by the end of the day or the next day when you’re going through a rough patch. But this time, you haven’t answered him for a week. The guilt of leaving him in the dark only adds to your overwhelming sense of dread and exhaustion.

There was a knock on the door that made you freeze. You hadn’t invited anyone over, so the thought of someone knocking was nerve-wracking. Slowly, you get up, making as little noise as possible, and avoid all the windows to stay undetected. Looking through the peephole, you see that it’s Noah. With a confused look, you open the door and are greeted by his smiling face.

"Hey," he says softly, holding up a bag. "I brought some things for us to do today."

With a soft smile, you step aside to welcome him in. He heads to the living room coffee table and sets the bag down. Sitting on the couch, he pats the seat next to him and waits for you to join him before pulling items out of the bag. The first thing that he pulls out is two spa headbands. One is black goat horns, and the other is white kitten ears. Next, he pulls out face masks, nail polish, and a manicure set. He turns and gives you a broad smile. 

With a soft smile, you step aside to welcome him in. He heads to the living room coffee table and sets the bag down. Sitting on the couch, he pats the seat next to him and waits for you to join him before pulling items out of the bag. The first things he pulls out are two spa headbands—one with black goat horns and the other with white kitten ears. Next, he reveals face masks, nail polish, and a manicure set. He turns and gives you a broad smile.

“I thought we could have ourselves a little indoor spa day today,” he says.

The gesture touches your heart deeply. What did you do for life to grant you such a kind and wonderful human being in your life? Noah has always been the light at the end of the tunnel for you, but today, he is shining extra brightly. He puts the cat ears spa headband on you and the other on himself. When it comes time to put the face masks on, you watch him struggle to apply them evenly, spreading them all over his face and dropping a glob or two on his shirt. You smile to yourself as you put yours on.

Once everything is cleaned up, Noah sets up the manicure kit with the different colors of nail polish neatly lined up in a row. He takes your left hand and tends to your nails as you gently rest your head on his shoulder. You sigh in contentment, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you as you listen to him hum and watch him tenderly take care of you. Each stroke of the polish brush feels like a small act of love, reinforcing your bond and reminding you of how lucky you are to have Noah in your life. Time seems to stand still in this moment of intimacy and care as you bask in the warmth of his presence and the simple pleasure of being pampered by someone who means the world to you.

As he switches to your right hand, he gently kisses the inside of your wrist before tending to your nails. You tenderly kiss his temple in response, prompting him to look up and smile at you. A slight giggle escapes you as you see him wearing his face mask and headband. Returning his focus to pampering you, you can't resist the urge to capture this precious moment. Grabbing your phone, you snap a picture, immortalizing the scene of love and care. With a smile playing on your lips, you set the photo as the background on your phone, cherishing the memory forever.

Once he finishes tending to your hands, he looks at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, begging you to reciprocate the gesture and pamper him in return. With a soft smile playing on your lips, you reach out for his left hand, your fingers tracing delicate patterns across his skin as you begin attending to his cuticles. There's a tender rhythm to your movements, a dance of intimacy and trust as you gently push back the cuticles, ensuring every detail is tended to with precision and care. When needed, you delicately trim them, your touch feather-light yet purposeful.

Moving on, you take up the file, the soft sound filling the air as you expertly shape his nails. Each stroke of the file is deliberate, sculpting his nails with finesse as you bring out their natural shine. With a gentle touch, you then proceed to buff them, smoothing out any imperfections and leaving them gleaming with a healthy sheen. You paint each nail meticulously, ensuring every stroke is flawless and every curve is accentuated. After completing your task, you step back to allow him a moment to admire your handiwork. Impressed by the results, he leans in to plant a grateful kiss on your forehead, expressing his thanks.

He gently reaches out, his fingers tracing a tender path along your cheek before brushing against his own. "I think it's time to wash these off," he declares softly, his voice hinting of playfulness. You nod in agreement, and together, you go to the bathroom.

Once inside, he wraps his arms around you from behind, enveloping you in a warm embrace. With a mischievous twinkle, he reaches for his phone and captures the moment. You effortlessly remove your mask, but Noah struggles, getting some of it in his eye. You gently assist him, ensuring his comfort as you help him wash away the residue. Once his face is clean and dried, he gestures toward the bathtub.

"Wanna take a bubble bath together?" he asks softly, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. You nod in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watch him start the bath. With a sense of purpose, he moves to your sink, retrieving a container of Epsom salt. With careful measure, he pours it into the steaming water, the scent of relaxation filling the air as the salts dissolve, ready to soothe away the day's tensions. 

Once everything is prepared, you both begin to undress, shedding the layers of the day's weariness. Noah eases himself into the warm embrace of the tub, settling comfortably into the soothing water. You follow suit, slipping into the bath and settling between his legs. He starts to massage your shoulders. 

“You know I love and care about you, right?" Noah asked softly. You hummed in response, feeling lost in his touch. "Just remember, I'm here to catch you when you fall," he continued gently, kissing your shoulder. His words touched you deeply, and you felt a swell of emotion, tears forming in your eyes.

"Then maybe Hell ain’t so bad after all," you sang quietly with a small smile. He responded by wrapping his arms around your shoulders, gently pulling you back to lean against his chest. He kissed tenderly on the top of your head, his affection palpable. You both lingered in the bath for a while, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence, letting the world outside fade away.

Noah helped you out of the bath as the water began to cool and gently dried you off. Taking your hand, he led you to the bedroom and seated you on the bed. He then rummaged through your dresser, selecting some comfortable lounging clothes for you. After you finished getting dressed, Noah positioned you between his legs and began to brush your hair. His touch was incredibly gentle, and he checked in with you over the slightest of tugs, ensuring your comfort and showing his deep affection and care.

Noah's gentle attention with the hairbrush gradually calms you, each stroke soothing and reassuring. After a few moments, he sets the brush aside and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Do you feel better?" he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. You nod, leaning back into his embrace, feeling a profound sense of peace. The room is filled with a comforting silence, only broken by the gentle sound of your breaths.

"How about we watch a movie?" he suggests, his tone light and warm.

You agree, and he quickly sets up a cozy spot on the bed with blankets and pillows. As he puts on one of your favorite movies, you both snuggle under the covers, your head resting against his chest. Throughout the movie, Noah's gentle touches continue, his hands occasionally brushing your arm, back, or hair, ensuring you are still comfortable and feeling okay. His constant, tender reassurances make you feel cherished and safe, enhancing the moment's warmth.

As the movie progresses, you both become more relaxed, sinking deeper into the cozy atmosphere. The comfort of his touch and the familiarity of your favorite movie create a serene ambiance. After the movie ends, Noah turns off the TV, and the room becomes tranquil. He looks down at you with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the affection he feels.

"Ready for bed?" he asks gently.

You nod, feeling a peaceful drowsiness settle over you. Noah shifts slightly, helping you get under the covers properly before he joins you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close so you’re nestled against his chest. With the lights dimmed, the room is enveloped in a soothing darkness. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and the warmth of his body lull you into a state of complete relaxation.

"Goodnight," he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

"Goodnight," you reply softly, feeling safe and content in his embrace. Slowly, you drift off to sleep, surrounded by his love and the comforting sense of being together.

[starvingarsyn]

Nick Folio looks like he bites…

(Not an insult)

[circle-with-me]

Sweet Nothing - Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x reader

Warnings: none. very fluffy :)

Word Count: 1k

Tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @malice-ov-mercy @sitkowski @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak @agravemisstake @catharsis-in-darkness @unicornfairytail @0fth34byss @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses @itsafullmoon

You prop your elbow up on the window of your car bringing your hand to your face to massage your temples. Traffic on the highway was backed up, as if your day hadn’t been bad enough, and your tension headache was getting worse. You honk your horn at the person in front of you knowing it wasn’t going to accomplish anything but it let out some steam. The two of you exchange rude gestures and you groan, scrubbing your hands over your face.

All you wanted was your bed and Nick.

The front door closes behind you and you're immediately met with a mouthwatering aroma. All of the stress from work had left your appetite lacking but you couldn’t deny Nick’s cooking. As you step closer to the kitchen, you hear Sinatra softly playing and even softer still, he’s humming.

You stand in the open doorway and observe him. His raven black hair is pulled into a messy bun. Perched on his nose, one of your favorite things about him are his black rimmed glasses. He pushes them on top of his head when the steam of the pasta hits them, causing them to fog up.

Anyone else would be annoyed by such a thing but not Nick. He stands there with a content smile, continuously humming and cooking without a care in the world. You desperately wish you could be as laid back as he is. He’s your safe person. The one thing you know you can rely on. Just being in his presence relaxes every muscle in your body.

Nick turns around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He wipes his hands on the kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and moves towards you. Both hands cup your face as he leans in to place a delicate kiss on your lips. He pulls back and smiles fondly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Welcome home, my love.”

His face drops when he sees the red splotches on your face from where you’ve been crying. You shake your head, unable to tell him what happened without your voice breaking. He understands immediately, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your head.

Nick lets you melt into his arms and stays there with you, silent and without any need for discussion. You’ll tell him when you’re ready and he has all of the time in the world. He hums “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” softly in your ear. He rocks you gently to the music, and pretty soon you’re swaying together.

The buzzing in your ear from his chest vibrating eases the pressure in your chest. The hand that isn’t clasping yours tightly strokes your back. You let out a sigh of relief and you feel Nick smile as he kisses your temple.

“Why don’t you go take a long hot shower while I finish dinner? We can eat in the living room and watch your favorite movie.”

You murmur an “okay” but don’t move, wanting to enjoy his warmth for a moment longer. Nick delicately reminds you that he’s cooking pasta, mentioning what happened the last time you distracted him from cooking. Suddenly remembering the burnt noodle incident you blush and quickly turn on your heel towards the stairs. Nick chuckles at your hasty exit, snapping you with the towel.

“For what it’s worth!” He yells up the stairs, a smile clear in his tone. “It was totally worth losing the pot over.”

You return to the kitchen later, clean and significantly less tense thanks to the scalding hot water of the shower. Nick compliments your pajama choice, an oversized band t-shirt and white cotton shorts with cherries on them. The shorts are his favorite because he loves playing with the frilly trim at the bottom, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against the top of your thighs. Naturally, you wore them all the time so he would do just that.

Nick hands you a plate of food with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He tells you that everything is set up in the living room and he’ll be in shortly. The plate in your hand nearly falls to the floor when you walk into the living room.

Nearly every pillow and blanket in the house was on the floor in front of the couch forming a makeshift bed for the two of you. A huge tent made out of bed sheets was covering the couch and most of your little pallet area. Gold twinkling lights were strung across the tent. A few lit candles were placed safely on the mantle. It all completely took your breath away.

“What do you think?” Nick whispers in your ear. You jump, nearly dropping your plate again. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek, nuzzling you as he waits for a response.

“It’s wonderful, Nick.” You lean against him. “Thank you.”

Another kiss is planted on your cheek and he moves his hand to your lower back guiding you to your spot for the evening. Nick turns on Labyrinth and you eat your dinner together, singing the songs together and reciting every line. After you finish eating, you sit your plates on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side of the room. Dishes can wait until later. You settle into Nick’s arms, tucking your head underneath his chin.

As the night passes, you end up lying on your back with your head in his lap opening up about your day. Initially your story is all hands and theatrics, going on about a particularly frustrating coworker. When you get too worked up, he carefully takes your hands and places kisses on each knuckle. It was his extraordinary Nicky way of saying “calm down, I’m here.” You take a deep breath and collect yourself, continuing.

The endearing smile on his face as he listens intently almost makes you forget what you’re talking about. You can be your most vulnerable self with him without fear of judgment. His blue eyes have never once regarded you in any way other than tenderness and understanding. As you continue, the tattooed hand making gentle passes through your hair soothes your worry.

Eventually, you drift into silence. It’s comfortable. Relaxing. You hear his breathing change and see that he’s fallen asleep, his head shifted to one side. You’ll wake him up soon enough to lazily drag yourselves to your room for the evening. For now, you’ll lie here and thank whatever deity exists that this man chose you.

[neverknoah]

Pillow Talk

18+ nicholas ruffilo x afab!reader smut

It's the morning after Nicholas returned back from touring in Europe and the two of you catch up ;)

warnings: dom! nick and sub!reader, cussing, heavy petting, digital penetration, penetration, she/her pronouns used, no use of "Y/N" only pet names like "good girl" "baby", cock warming.

AN: please please please let me know if I missed anything in the warnings! I am always open to criticism on my warnings! I never want to leave anything out that could potentially trigger someone. Lots of love and enjoy <3

The distant chirping of morning birds gradually rouses you from slumber. As you awaken, your gaze is drawn to the suncatcher hanging by the window. Its crystals reflect the morning sunlight, casting a cascade of rainbows across the bedroom. Yet, your attention is swiftly captured by the warmth of arms wrapped around your middle and the gentle breath against your neck. Snuggling closer, you find solace in the heat behind you.

Nicholas had been touring in Europe for two months, and it was a long enough stretch for you to yearn for him to be back in your presence. But, finally, after a long two months, your lover is back in your bed, and you're finally back in his embrace. 

You feel him begin to stir, and he tightens his hold on you, nuzzling his face closer into the crook of your neck, ticking you with his nose and scruff, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“Good morning.” you whisper softly, reaching a hand back to card through his unruly bedhead.

“Am I still dreaming?” Nicholas asks, squeezing you tighter. 

“Nope,” you say, popping the “p.” “I’m very real.” you reassure him, twirling a piece of his hair. 

“God, I missed this. I missed waking up with you in my arms, sleeping in my own bed, and not having to sleep in a moving coffin on a tour bus with multiple other guys,” he groans out the last part, kissing your shoulder in appreciation. “Missed sleeping with my baby,”

“I’m so happy you’re home too. Missed you more than you can even imagine.” 

You turn in his embrace and meet his sleepy grey eyes full of love and devotion. His lips turn up in a half-smirk as he brushes a couple of rouge baby hairs from your face while you admire him. 

“Hi, pretty baby.” he smiles, cupping your jaw and caressing the apple of your cheek. 

“Hi, Nicky.” you smile. 

“There’s no way I am leaving you when we pick back up in April,” “I need you in my bed every night and every morning.” he states, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck to trace his thumb against your jawline. You sigh at his words,

 “It kills me more than you know not to be able to go with you. I promise it does. But, you know I can’t just quit my job and go awol from school to follow you around the world,” you frowned, placing your hand atop the one he has on your neck. “But l don’t want to think about the future right now, ok? I just want to enjoy the time we have right now and lay in this bed with you and admire you a little longer.” The last part of your statement gets a bashful grimace out of Nick. You pick up the hand he hand on your neck and turn it over to give him palm a kiss, punctuating your statement. 

Comfortable silence overtakes the room while the two of you bask in the warmth of the sunlight and the warmth of each other’s body. Gentle touches and kisses full of devotion are exchanged in utter blissful silence. Just enjoying each other's presence and affection. However, the soft touches just aren’t enough to satiate the need quickly burning between your legs, so you shuffle closer to his body and slot your legs between his, hoping he gets the memo. When you glance from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, he understands your look, but he wants you to vocalize your needs. 

“Kiss me, please?” you whine, cupping his jaw. 

Nick's hand comes up to grab your neck possessively as his lips collide with yours in a needy, passionate kiss. He tastes like mint chapstick, nicotine, and morning breath. You’d missed the way he tasted. His grip on your neck is comforting and tight enough to make you dizzy with a need for more. The kiss quickly delves into messy territory, going from passionate and sweet to a messy dance of gnashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands migrate from his jaw to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his bedhead and tugging, drawing a deep moan from him. Nick’s warm, inked hand moves from your neck to snake around your back, where his other hand rests on your hip to pull them against his groin. You moan against his lips, feeling his hard cock through his pajama pants against your warm heat. He smirks against your lips, enjoying the rise he can get from you with just a little bit of making out and heavy petting. You roll your hips against his groin, pulling another deep moan from his lips that makes him draw back from the kiss. 

“God, fuck, I missed you.” he groans, rolling your body atop his so that your hips straddle his and your chest presses against his. 

“I was so fucking tired last night that I didn’t take care of you like the good girl you are, did I?” he asks, looking into your lust-filled eyes. You nod in agreement, staring into his blown-out eyes, pupils overtaking his stormy grey irises. Staring at him only fuels the fire growing in your tummy, and out of embarrassment, you fist his dark grey sleep shirt and hide your face against his neck.

“Nuh uh, none of that. Sit up,” he states, pulling the nape of your neck away from his neck so he can look at your face. You whine in protest at his action but submit. 

Your hips haven’t ceased rolling, and Nick takes notice as you create a wet mark against his pajama pants. 

“Poor baby is just so needy. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make it all better. Let’s get you undressed, ok?” he asks, playing with the hem of your sleep shirt. 

You nod too enthusiastically, and Nick snickers at your display. He slides your sleep shirt over your head, and he exposes your boobs to the crisp air of the room. He takes both of them in his hands and kneads the warm flesh in his hands before he tweaks your nipples. You whine at the stimulation, receiving a deep chuckle from Nick when you press your chest into his hands, chasing more sensation. 

Without the cover of your sleep shirt, the wet mark on your modest cotton panties is revealed to Nick’s lustful gaze. 

“Been neglecting her, huh? Haven’t given her any attention in a couple of months now. And oh, baby, she’s just begging for it. Drooling all over your poor panties.” Nick coos, rubbing his thumb over your soaked, covered entrance, rubbing tight circles into your bundle of nerves.

“Mmmhmm.” you mewl at his lewd words and grip his shoulders for stability at the sudden direct stimulation to your clit. Nick’s words get you more flustered, which sends you deeper into your submissive headspace.

Sliding your panties to the slide, he drags two fingers through your slick, then through your entrance, penetrating and curling into your heat. You gasp at the intrusion but melt into his hand, and you grind your hips with the motion of his fingers as he stokes the growing fire raging deep within your belly. Even though he’s given you a taste, you’re greedy for more.

“Nicky, please.” you whine, grabbing his wrist and giving him a pleading stare. 

“Ok, ok baby, was just making sure you were nice and wet for me. It’s been a couple of months,” he shushes you, pulling his fingers from between your legs and moving his previously occupied hand to join the other he has gripped on your waist. 

Honoring your request, he rolls your body over so that your head lands into the pillows he was previously on, caging you between his tan tattooed arms. You smile mischievously up at him, and he smirks back, craning his neck toward your ear, to whisper,

“What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” and punctuates his question with a nip at your ear lobe. 

“You,” you gasp out. “Need you, Nicky.” you state, scratching down his shirt-clad back. 

“You have me, baby,” “Be a little more specific.” 

“Fuck, Nick!” you whine in frustration, throwing your head back into the pillows. 

“Need you to take your fucking clothes off and fuck me like the patient girl I’ve been.” you huff in frustration, clawing deeper into the skin of Nick’s back. 

“See, knew you could be a good girl and use your words. But lose the attitude, Princess.” he growls, nipping at your exposed neck.

Nick sits back on his knees as he tugs off his sleep shirt, exposing his colorful tattooed skin and the little patch of chest hair that adorns the middle of his chest. One of your favorite parts about seeing Nicky undress is his chest hair. The little patch of chest hair he keeps that trailed down his soft tummy, and his navel that disappeared under his pants makes your mouth water whenever he takes off his shirt. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he knew how much you loved it and that he kept it just because seeing your eyes get big and glassy made him feel a little cocky and confident. Nick has always leaned more on the self-conscious side, but ever since he met you, in moments like this, where it’s just the two of you in your little love-filled bubble, he rarely feels those thoughts arise. Next to go are his pajama pants and boxers, which frees his thick hard dick. Nick definitely wasn’t long, but he sure as hell was the thickest you’ve ever taken, and every time he revealed himself to you, you couldn’t help but stare in pure awe at how beautiful he is. Nick smirks at your ogling, and you clench your knees together as he crawls back over your body, slotting his knee in between your thighs.

“Open.” he demands, pulling your hips forward, prying your legs open to his gaze. 

“There she is.” Nicholas smiles at your exposed heat. Whining at the lewd attention, you bury your face in the pillow next to you.

“What’s got you all shy, baby? I thought this was what you wanted? Come on, lemme see that pretty face.” He grabs your jaw, turning your face to his as he cranes his neck down to kiss your cheek gently. 

“There she is. My beautiful girl.” Nick smiles, foreheads touching as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. 

“I don't want to keep you waiting. Are you ready?” Nick asks sweetly, rutting against your thigh impatiently. 

“Mmhmm.” you respond, nodding your head, hand coming up to cup his cheeks as he pulls your legs up to hook around his hips.

He gives you one last kiss, before lining up with your entrance and sliding home. Seating fully inside you, you moan at the fullness and the warmth that you’d been deprived of for months. He feels like warm velvet as your heat clenches around him. He gives you both a moment to get your bearings after being away from each other for so long that you both need a second to catch your breath.  

“God, you feel like heaven. So fucking perfect.” Nick groans, placing a kiss on your neck. You whimper at his praise as he sucks the skin of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey for you to admire later. After a while, you squeeze around him, and he jerks within you.

“Please move.” you moan out.

Hearing you loud and clear, he pulls out and trusts back into you, setting a deep, sensual pace that punches little “unghs” from your lips. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” Nick checks in with you, keeping pace. 

“So fucking full,” you whine against his lips, back arching against the mattress and breasts pushing into Nick’s sweat-slicked chest.

“Fingers, I need your fingers.” you moan out. 

“I gotcha.” 

Nick leans back just enough to unhook your legs from his hips and press them against your chest, deepening the angle he’s hitting inside you and giving him access to rub tight circles into your clit with his thumb. You gasp at the sudden change in depth he’s hitting within you and the new stimulation to your clit.

“God, you take me so fucking well. Sucking me in so deep.” Nicholas grunts as he quickens his thrusts to the pace of his fingers, causing him to slap the back of your thighs with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, Nicky. I’m close.” You grit out, hands grasping his shoulders to ground yourself. 

“I know I can feel you clenching me. Come on, baby. Give it up. Come for me.”

The band in your tummy snaps at his words, and you’re thrown head-first into your orgasm.

“There we go. Cumming so hard for me. Making such a pretty mess.” Nick states, talking you through your orgasm as he chases his own. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where?” Nick groans, hips faltering as he approaches his peak. 

“In me. Fuck cum in me, please.” you mewl in your post-orgasm haze, grasping onto him for dear life. 

“Fuck, take it like a good girl then,” Nick growls, thrusting a few more times before spilling his load deep into you. He falls face-first into your neck, body encapsulating you in his sweaty warmth. You hold him in your shaky arms as he releases his last spurts of cum into your spent cunt. What you couldn’t keep in slips out from between your lips and slides down your inner thighs, making you shiver, but so happy. Sighing out in pleasure, you thread your fingers through his sweaty hair, letting him know he can rest for as long as he needs to against your chest. 

After a few minutes of resting your eyes and playing with Nick’s hair, he uncovers his face from your neck to look up at your fucked out state. 

“Thank you. You were wonderful, baby.” he says in thanks, peppering your collarbone with kisses. His words of affirmation and kisses stir you from your rest, and your eyes flutter open to look at him.

“Thank you. I feel incredible, Nicky.” you smile, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. As he pushes up on his arms to pull out of you, you stop him from doing so by grabbing his neck. He halts his movement in confusion as you begin to speak,

“Wait, can we- can you-” you stutter, trying to find the right words. 

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” Nick asks, brushing some hair from your face. 

“Can you just stay inside for a little bit longer? I just…I wanna feel close to you for a little longer. I Missed you.” you say, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Of course, but there's no need to cry, little love. I’ll stay with you as long as you need, and we can snuggle. How does that sound?” he asks, soothing you by caressing the expanse of your thighs with his calloused hands. You nod your head enthusiastically and pull his neck to lie back down on your chest, spending a couple more minutes in your little love nest where it’s just the two of you and the love you share, away from the real world. 

[kaliforniahigh]

[deathblacksmoke]

if not for you

pairing: matt dierkes x reader

word count: 1K

cw: emotional hurt/comfort, sweet bb matty

author’s note: needed some more matty on my masterlist, so my beloveds @darksigns-exe and @circle-with-me gave me some ideas <3

divider by @saradika-graphics 💛

title from “if not for you” by bob dylan.

It has yet to fully set in that he’s here with you, with no permanent end in sight. You’ve grown so accustomed to missing him, to making do with quick video chats and phone calls. The steady beat of his heart beneath your head feels fake. Like a fantasy.

You toy with the string of his hoodie, his favorite that he leaves with you when he’s gone. It’ll go back to being yours eventually, but you push the thought away, choosing to think about it another time. You hear him snicker from above you, his hand placed gently between your shoulder blades, patterns delicately traced over your back. You gaze at him and it’s like the first glance every time, being met with his bright, beautiful smile.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” he asks you, his touch shifting up to place his palm to your cheek. You close your eyes to the bliss of the feeling, his warmth radiating through you, before your expression settles into a pout. He tuts at you before his fingers hook beneath your jaw, angling your face up so he can get a look at you. “What’s on your mind?”

“How much I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” you whine, hating the way you sound while being unable to stop yourself. His mouth sets into a frown, too, and it tugs at your heartstrings painfully.

“Where am I going?” he teases, and you’d normally find it funny, but you’ve dug your heels into being sad. You don’t have any way to back out.

You normally tag along with them for the shorter stretches of shows, take time off from work to spend a couple days with Matt and the guys. He comes back home with you at the end of it all and everything is fine, nothing hurts.

It’s never too long after that before he’s gone so long that his scent is gone from the sheets and from his hoodie, so long that Boo and Zeus no longer stare out the front door pitifully waiting for him to come home. You know it isn’t fair, to make him feel guilty, but an ache sets itself so deep in your chest that you can’t help it.

“Wherever the next tour takes you,” you say, whimpering a little pathetically before burying your face in his chest again. The hand he keeps steady on your cheek does very little to soothe you, not in the way that it normally would. “It gets longer each time. You go further away.”

He sits up when he senses your body beginning to shake, the start of some embarrassing waterworks that you’re helpless to prevent. He gathers you into his arms, wrapping you up tight in his hold. You feel yourself begin to settle, though you’re not quite lulled. A delicate, barely there kiss is placed to your forehead, another to your temple. He wipes away the tracks the tears have left on your cheeks and you allow yourself a deep breath in, and then another.

“You’ve got a while yet before you have to worry about any of that, honey,” he assures you, and you know it, but it doesn’t stop you. It never has, even as foolish and silly as it makes you feel, wasting precious time being sad when he’s right here with you. “I’m right here.”

You place your hand over his where it rests on your cheek and let yourself sink into that feeling. He’s here, he’s right here, and he’s staying for a while. He’s solid beneath you, tangible, warm, and real, and for once you know he’s sticking around. You do your best to chase away that fear that he’ll vanish into thin air, be ripped out from under you like countless times before.

“For how long this time, Matty?” you ask him. He rolls his eyes but he drags you closer still. You’re lightening up but your heels are still dug. 

“For so long you’ll be begging me to leave by the time I go,” he jokes, knowing you’ll be clingy and asking for one more kiss until the moment you part with him at airport security. “You’ll be so sick of me.”

You beg time to pass slowly, for time to stop and for it to be you and him for just a little while. You bring his lips to yours, kiss him slowly and commit it to memory, the way it feels to have him solid beneath you and soft in front of you, the way his big hand feels where it’s warm on the small of your back.

“I could never be sick of you,” you assure him. You know he knows it, that he was saying it in jest. Nonetheless, you need it to be said. You need to make sure he’s always told how much he means. The moments you briefly imagine your life without him cast a black and grey over everything — life turns dark. You only wish he could be around all the time. “I would be lost. So lost.”

“I know, baby. I’m right here. Don’t worry now.” 

You wish you hadn’t turned your peaceful afternoon nap into something sad, something dramatic and agonizing. You allow yourself to relax, take your final deep breath and bring your hand to his jaw, kissing him deeply. You need to keep yourself firmly planted in this moment, in every moment you have with him until he leaves you again. 

His skin is warm beneath your palm, his eyes solely focused on you. He smiles, knowing it’s what you need from him. You allow yourself to settle.

“Maybe I can finally convince you to come with us next time,” he adds. It’s an offer he always makes, every last tour. You always turn him down as quickly as he asks. You’ll let him have his thing.

The offer sits in the back of your mind. Maybe you could go remote at work. Maybe you could quit. You wouldn’t have to say goodbye to him anymore. For the first time, you let yourself really consider it.

“Maybe, Matty,” you respond. His grin and the way his hold tightens slightly on your hips makes up your mind.

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[yarasdead]

"hi nonny! i love this so much and i already started writing 513 words in, but i was wondering if you'd like it's to be the bomens guys x reader kinda like a poly situation of if you'd like me to just concentrate on one guy or even do a headcanon thing on how each guy would react to something like this? i just didn't want to post what im writing, since i turned it into a full blown oneshot and not a drabble, so im just wondering :)"

It really doesn't matter to me. You can write whatever you want. I love smut but as you asked and I just didn't think about headcannon from each member acting about this Situation, I think this is very interesting.

hope it's okay that i went with cute little headcanons for each of the boys <3 i had so much fun writing these!

beach day ―︎ ︎bad omens boys.

cw. fem!reader, nothing serious, fluff, reader is described to wearing a bikini; no physical description, flirty reader at times, the boys being boys teehee

𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍.

the bulky guy with tattoos trailing down from his neck to his feet is the person you'd want to protect you and your friends phones. they practically dragged you to the water, quickly forgetting that your phones would be left unattended. so here your are walking up to this random guy on the beach with four phones in your hands so you can deem him the protector of you and your friends phones. a shadow cast over noah and his spot sat in his beach chair, looking up to spot you. you make it quick as you introduce yourself to him and he does to you.

"i know it's weird for me to request this to you, noah. but my friends and i would really appreciate if you were to watch over our phones while he go in the water." noah listens to to your words, leaning slightly past the frame of your body to see your friends standing by your guys' set up watching the interaction. looking back at you. "it's no problem." raising your eyebrows at him. "really? because i get it if you just want to relax and not worry about some girls phones-" he cuts you off "it's really no problem. i can over look over your spot if you'd like? make sure no one fucks with your stuff."

and with much reassuring on noah's part he moves his beach chair to rest beside your guys' set up while you and your friends enjoy your time in the water.

"he looks like a guard dog." one of your friends comments, eyeing his stature and the way he stares down anyone who walks a little to close to the set up. you definitely see the guard dog comparison, but you like it a little bit, "i think he's quite cute."

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐎.

it's a particularly hot day at beach, not as hot as it'll get later in july and august, but definitely one of the hottest days to kick off summer. everyone on the beach is either tanning, shielding themselves from the sun under their beach umbrellas and tents, or enjoying the refreshness of the ocean water. however, nick is not enjoying this hot beach day. he forgot the one item he told himself to not forget, a hair tie. and he was cursing at himself when he felt the heat starting to get to him and slap at his wrist to retrieve his hair tie to pull his hair back, only it wasn't there. and jolly didn't have an extra one, don't get him started on the mini argument they had on the etiquette of carrying around an extra hair tie. nick tried to escape the hotness of the beating sun by going in the ocean, but now he sits miserable under the beach umbrella, slightly damp and hot, and all he can do his slip his hair to either side of his shoulders. he's desperate for a hair tie or something to put his hair up, and that's how it leads him to you. you have a small set but decently comfortable set up with your friend, the two of you say in beach chairs under the shared umbrella. the presence of a guy next to you not catching your attention as you continue to talk to your friend, until they hit at your arm.

"what was that for?" your brows furrowing at her action, your hand flinging to rub at the painless hit. your eyes catching her pointed finger in the direction next to you behind your sunglasses. turning your head you come face first with a looming figure. his tattooed form stands tall, and his long black hair is pushed behind his ears, but you take notice of his piercing eyes almost feeling a compelling urge to push your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to get a clearer look at him past the tint of your sunglasses.

"hey, i wondering if either of you had a hair tie? i'm in desperate need of one, it's cool if you don't thought." the last part was a lie, he's hoping you guys have something, but if not then he'd need to go around asking other people if they have a hair tie, and he'd rather not do that. you purse your lips, both you and your friend picking up your bags to rummage through them. "i don't, i'm sorry." your friend says, you hear the guy speak out about it's no problem and now you feel like it's all up to you to deliver this necessary to him. but you frown, your rummaging coming to a stop. "i also don't." you feel bad when you see the way his shoulders deflate. your hand comes down to the strap of your bag to set it back down when you feel a piece of plastic. "but, wait. i have a claw clip." you say excitedly, taking it off the strap to show it off to him.

the wheels go off in nick's head. he knows noah used them a bit when he had his long hair, but he's never used the himself. you push your hand out for him to take it and he does, staring at it, pushing at it to open its teeth. "thank you." he's looking back down at you again, and you smile at him. but you can see the confusion on his face. "i can put it in for you, have you ever used a claw clip." "uh, no. i'm a strict hair tie user." he laughs. "that's okay! i really like claw clips because they're a little more better for no breakage on your hair than hair ties." nick nods along to your words as he watches you stand up from your chair. you put your hand out once more and he places the claw clip in your hand. you're thankful it's a tortoiseshell print and not your other colorful print claw clips, so it can still match his aesthetic.

"is it okay if i put it in for you?" you ask. "yeah, knock yourself out." you take your spot behind him, gathering his hair in your hands, making sure to gather his front pieces as well. beginning to twist his hair to put it up. "all you do is gather it like you're putting it into a pony tail and then just twist." you explain for future times decides to use a claw clip and he hums along. you twist it once more to fit his hair in the claw clip, not knowing if he'd like the look of his hair falling over top of it. "all done." he turns around, "thank you so much. this really means a lot to me. i can return it before my friends and i leave if you'd like it back?" you shake your head at what he said "no, keep it. you look better in it than i do." you're flirting a little at him, but you really couldn't help yourself, it was his problem for looking way too good with his hair back in a claw clip. he smirks at you. "i'm nick, by the way."

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐎.

you'd gone to the beach on your day off for relaxation, content that it's a weekday and the beach isn't too crowded so you were able to find a pretty decent spot. setting up your towel, getting a few heavy rocks to set on the corners of your towel so it would blow away in the wind when you were sitting on it. stretching to pick up your sunscreen from your bag, you begin to apply a nice layer of it all over your face and body. and when it comes to get your back you curse at yourself, wondering why you didn't apply sunscreen at home in your bathroom where you could apply it in the mirror. you urgently look around to see anyone that could possibly help you, turning the only remotely close people were a group of guys with their set up behind you. you're eye catching on one of them in a grey wife beater, black swimming trunks, baseball cap, and sunglasses, from your spot you could see the tattoo peaking from out the top of his top and the little dangly earring. but, in a fit of desperation you look around once more to hope that someone else a little less hot was around. when there isn't you take a deep breath and head over to them, stopping a few steps before their set up.

"hi, i was wondering if one of you could help apply some sunscreen to my back?" the same guy you had your eye on volunteers. "i can." he moves from his spot at the small grill they brought, handing the tools in his hand to the guy beside him with even more tattoos littered across his body.

you smile at him, handing him your bottle of sunscreen and turning around. he does a good job at applying it all over your back. "is it okay if i slip my hand under your bikini top strings?" you take a peak look over your shoulder, catching his eyes already looking at you "yeah! would much rather avoid having prominent tan lines." you laugh. feeling his hands slip under the strings that connect you bikini top to stay on your body, you wonder if it's the sun or the hot guy applying sunscreen to your back that's making you burn up. you decide it's the sun.

"all done." you turn around, taking the sunscreen from his hand and smile at him once more. "thank you so much." he smiles, mirror the one you wear on your face "no problem."

the walk back to your small set up, you turn around to give the guy another small smile and a wave before you make it back to your towel and bag. and you can't even try to ignore the lingering smell of their grill as you try and tan, the hunger getting to you as you pull out the small array of snacks you packed with you. you're eating peacefully on your frontside on your towel, book in hand when you notice a figure getting closer. looking up it's him. he gives you a crooked smile as he bends down to your eye level.

"hey, i was wondering if you'd like to join my friends and i. we grilled a bunch of extra food, and i kind of figured it would be better than munching on some baby carrots, you've been out here awhile." you laugh at his innuendo that you must be hungry from only snacking on snacks and not a full meal, and you guess he's right. you've been out for sometime and you don't think your snacks can hold of off on the drive home. peering up at him you can't help but think that he looks extra good right now, the sun rays shinning from around him and his top is now off so you can see the entirety of his chest tattoo. but behind his exterior you realize you didn't know his name. "what's your name?" he lets out a small breath of laughter, bringing his hand up to his face to rub at it as if he had forgotten something. "nick. but everyone calls me folio." you repeat his name and he nods, you introduce yourself. and after that you decide it's enough to make your accept his offer, he's offering your free food after all. "yeah, i think i'd like that." his smile grows bigger at your response, standing from his spot. "alright, let's go. bring your stuff too. i'm not going to invite you to eat and then just send you back to your little spot."

𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍.

its sudden when something hits you. you were walking back to your set up where your family resides from swimming in the ocean, when a light ball hits you in your head, stopping it full force as it falls into the sand. you've been hit with things must harder but it just came out of no where so it shook you up a bit. bending down to pick up the beach ball you look around to see who could have been playing with it, eyeing out all the children to see if they're looking around for a lost ball. what you didn't expect was a tatted, 6'1 guy with long hair up in a man bun and sunglasses to walk over to you.

"i'm so sorry that our ball hit you." the man apologizes. you stand in shock for a moment staring at him. "um, it's okay. glad it was just a beach ball and nothing harder." you laugh, feeling a little proud that your words were also able to ignite a small chuckle from him. you watch as he turns around to look back at his friends and throw up a thumbs up. "i let my friends know that you're alright." you nod, leaning slightly to peer past him to see his friends watch the two of you, giggling when they sheepishly turn around to each other to being talking, your face twist in confusion at his friends sudden shift in demeanor.

"so which one hit the ball?" you as curiously. he turns around, taking a moment to point at the one with short hair and tattoos covering the entirety of his torso. "you're not going to go over there are you?" he ask. "mmh no. do you think i should?" "i mean he did purposely hit you." you furrow your brows at him. "what?" you don't know how to feel about this information, but by the way he flushes red and pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, you think he has something more to say. "i, uh. i think you're cute. and his way of getting me to talk to you was by hitting you with a beach ball." your face of confusion quickly turns into a wide grin at his words. "it probably would've been easier to just ask for my number, y'know. would've given it to you with ease."

[spicywhenspeaking]

heaters out: noah x reader

Just some fluff about you and Noah dealing with a little power outage during your weekend away.

🥶🌬️⛄️❄️🩵

“Its freezing, Noah can you check make sure the heater is on please?” you ask from the bundle of blankets you’re buried under on the bed. Noah surprised you by whisking you away for the weekend to a secluded bed and breakfast in th mountains.

“Oh shit.” You hear noah mumble from the other side of the room. “Umm, I think the power is out. Let me run down to the front desk and ask really quick.” He runs over to where you’re huddled and gives the top of your head a kiss before quickly exiting.

You get out of bed to add more layers on, one of Noahs hoodies he brought back from tour and a second pair of fuzzy socks you packed. Hoping back under your mountain of covers you wait for Noah to get back. Several minuets pass and Noah returns with a bundle of fire wood, more blankets and a thermos of something.

“Well a few things.” He begins. “The power is out and we are snowed in for at least the next day or two until the snow plows can get up to clear the roads. Good news is I have firewood, more blankets and hot chocolate.” He throws the blankets onto the already comically large lump on the bed and sets to building a fire in the fire place. Thats the great thing about staying in cute bnb’s like this. Each room has a beautiful fire place but unfortunatly the electrical work is old and apparently prone to outages when the snowfall is heavy.

Crawling out of the cave of blankets, you move to sit on the small loveseat next to Noah as he pours two mugs full of steaming hot chocolate. “There is also a huge collection of games down in the library if you want me to beat you at monopoly again.” Noah jokes and you knock into his shoulder “hey! You totally skimmed from the bank last time.”

The two of you laugh as you warm up by the fire and drink the delicious chocolaty beverage that heats you from the inside out. “This is the best hot chocolate i’ve ever had.” You groan as you finish the last sip. Noah grabs a blanket off the the bed and you cuddle closer together, watching the fire shift in orange and reds and hear the wood crack and splinter. “They said they’d bring some more wood when it’s closer to dinner time so we should stay plenty warm tonight.” Noah tells you. We spend most of the day cuddled and reading by the fire.

Before dinner, which is soup the owner of the air bnb cooked over the fireplace in the main room. We played a game of monopoly like Noah suggested and he beats you. “How!? How are you so good at this game? You- you capitalist!” You joke and he holds his hand to his chest, gripping his heart. “Capitalist? I resent that, I’m just a master strategist.” You roll your eyes and laugh “okay, okay, but next time I get to pick the game.” He holds out his hand to shake and says “you got a deal.”

“Perfect. Strip poker it is.” His eyes widen and then he gets knowing look in his eyes. “You’re just trying to get me naked arent you? Last poker night you nearly got Jolly to bet the keys to his new car.” You both laugh because you’ve always won when you played poker. “What can I say, I guess I’m just lucky.” He leans over the small table you were playing at and kisses you softly. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

After eating you decide to both bundle up and go on a walk in the snow.

“Wow, it's so beautiful. I haven’t seen snow like this since I was a kid” you pick up some of the snow in your hands and ball it up tight. Noah is looking out onto the snow covered field so he doesn’t see you when you wind up to lob a snowball right into his left shoulder.

“oh! It’s on now!” He exclaims as he rushes to make his own snowball to throw in retaliation. The two of you spend the next 20 minutes until the sun has begun to set, throwing snowballs at each other until you start to feel the cold sneaking into your coats.

“Okay, time to go in and warm up” Noah says as he wraps his arms around your shoulder and ushers you back inside the bnb.

Heading back up to the room you get inside and quickly remove the first layer of our snow covered clothes. Hanging them to dry on the coat rack while Noah goes to start up the fire again.

In your warmest pajamas you sit cuddled on the love seat in front of the fireplace as Noah opens the bottle of wine the owner gave him after dinner and pours you each a glass. “This, along with the fire should warm us up pretty fast.” I comment as I take a sip of the silky red liquid. “I can think of a few other ways we could warm up.” Noah says in a sultry voice as he leans to place a soft kiss to my neck.

[artificialbreezy]

Finding Her: A Dark Noah Fic

i’m so excited to announce the beginning of my stalker Noah series. this has been my BABY and i can not wait to share it with you all.

This is a Noah x ofc (Dollie) could be read as an insert also!

a big big big thank you to @as-above-so-below1000 for your support and thoughts and everything you’ve done for this whole journey🫶🏻

please read with caution.

the stories full list of trigger warnings are as followed; Consensual non-consent, mentions of drugs (drugging a person and medical drugs), mentions of addiction, knife play, blood, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, stalking, dacryphilia, possessive Noah, slapping, mentions of abuse, Noah has a monster cock in this story, asphyxiation, blind folds and bondage (sexually and not), branding, impact play, cock worship, collaring, degradation, d/s, face fucking, gags, orgasm denial, pet play (if you squint), toys

Prologue under the cut ◡̈

The flowers sitting on my counter stared back at me with a forbidding glare. The butterflies in my stomach awakening again. There was an envelope attached. Before the common sense had time to kick in, I had the letter in my hand.

“You took my breath away. Only my best girl deserves the prettiest flowers. See you soon little doll.”

See you soon? Does that- is he here? Nicholas said not to fret. Stalkers rarely actually act out their desires. He said I'm fine, probably just some guy I saw once at a bar. He’s never left a gift inside my apartment before.

Looking around the room in a panic. It wasn't uncommon for my mind to wander. Was he watching me right now? Was he able to see the slight blush that crept onto my cheeks when I saw the daisies? Could he tell I was nervous?

I’d always dreamt of a world far away. A world you only see in a novel. One where nothing can go wrong, where I'm unapologetically myself, where I'm loved fiercely by a man. I didn’t know this world would be so dark, and delirious. I didn't know this is what love would feel like. I didn't know someone could know me more than I knew myself. When I walked into the bar that night, I didn't know that was the beginning of the end.

[artificialstardust]

Noah Sebastian x inexperience reader HC

Thinking of Noah with an inexperienced reader. Like- if things even heat up a LITTLE BIT, he’s pulling away and asking what you’re comfortable with. Even if you’ve already had the discussion, he wants you to vocalize it every time. Him being patient with you and wanting to do things in your own time. And even you tell him that you’re okay with him fingering you or grinding with you for the first time, he talks you through the ENTIRE thing. And he does it for every single first you’d have with him. “You’re doing so good for me baby, just relax. You’ve got it. That’s my good girl, you’re taking it so well. I’m so fucking proud of you” as well as “you look so pretty like this baby. Cum whenever you like, you don’t need to ask or tell me. You tell me when you wanna stop.” And it’s an obvious thing that he makes you do the light system with him. He’ll ask you to call color during the start of each thing he does with you. The only reason he makes you adhere to it, is because he wants you to actually communicate with him even if you get too bashful.

The first time he goes down on you is a big moment for you. You’re hiding from him a little bit and he’s very quick to move back to where his face is level with yours. Pushing your hair back out of your face. “Hey, hey it’s okay babe. You know we don’t have to do this. I’m not going to be mad if you change your mind” and if you say you’re still okay with doing it he presses a kiss to your lips and says “you’re safe with me. I don’t want you to hide that pretty face of yours or your body that I’ve came to adore every inch of. I love you, and nothing will change that.” He takes his time with you to make sure you’re completely relaxed before he lowers himself back down, then gently spreads your legs. Exposing you to him. He looks at you, kissing your inner thighs then says “even looking at you from this angle, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” then presses a kiss to your clit making you gasp.

Then the big one being the first time you have sex together, which is also him taking your virginity. He puts out all the stops. Dinner together, a massage after a bath he draws for you that was dimly lit by candles. Leaving kisses all over your skin, making sure you know how loved you are and how beautiful you are to him as well. Genuinely being the best person you could ask for. The two of you start out the night by doing the things you and him are both completely sure you’re comfortable doing, knowing it’ll get you more relaxed. As he situates himself between your legs, his cock resting against your inner thigh. He makes sure that you’re completely sure and comfortable with doing this with him. When you say you are, he makes sure to hold both of your hands after he puts the tip right on your outter lips. He kisses you as he pushes himself into you slowly. Only sinking in a half inch at a time. Once he’s all the way in, he sits there until you tell him to move, then fucks into you as if you could break at any second. Making sure to kiss you and your neck. Telling you how good you’re doing. How proud he is of you. How much he loves you. He makes sure that you cum first. Even if you’ve already came twice from the foreplay.

No matter how long you have him wait until you are comfortable, it doesn’t change how much he loves you. You are his person. He will go to the ends of the earth for you. Hell, I’m sure he’d kill for you as well if you asked. You put the stars in his sky, and for the first time in a long time, you’re the person he calls home.