#astronoids 💕

[concretejunglefm]

call me stupid (i am) but i keep thinking abt virgin!noah who can’t help but cry a little when u let him fuck u for the first time bc of how good it feels 🤷

No, because he does. Do you know how long he’s waited for this? How many times he’s jerked off to the thought of you—of this? The way you feel when he first sinks into you, God, he never wants to lose that feeling. He wishes he could bask in it for the rest of time, swearing it feels like heaven.

It’s the overstimulation, too, because he never imagined it would feel this incredible. The way you squeeze around him, the grip you have on him, especially when you cum around him and he’s already pushed into sensitivity, he’s losing his mind, trembling against you, eyes brimming with tears. Soft pleas, even the faintest sobs, slip through because it’s too much, but he can’t stop, he doesn’t want to stop. Please—please don’t make him stop.

[xmads-omensx]

I'd love to see more of uncle Noah please, in any form you'd like💕

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: mentions of fear of abandonment, references to starting a family, sorry it got a lil sad

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Noah held the small baby to his chest, the room filled with a soft almost-silence that wrapped the two of them in a blanket.

The room was dark apart from the moonlight that cascaded through the large windows and the fairy lights that wrapped around that staircase.

The salt lamp you had bought him a few years ago was long broken after Folio came over to visit.

You watched from the doorway, Noah completely unaware of your presence.

Something about Noah holding the small baby felt too important to interrupt.

“This is so weird.” Noah whispered to the baby. “I grew up with your dad. Now I’m holding you. He’s all grown up now I guess.”

Part of your heart felt sad at his confession.

You knew that Noah and Nicholas grew up together, they had been inseparable for over a decade. What you were now realising however, that Noah’s fear of losing people didn’t just stretch to you.

It was aimed at Nicholas.

The kid who took him under his wing and guided him through life right up to where he was now.

Noah was terrified of Nicholas finally growing up and leaving him. Even though they were already around thirty years old.

“You look like your dad.” Noah whispered, stroking the baby’s face with his finger lightly as he gazed at the child.

There was a few beats of silence before he spoke again.

“I think I’d like a baby.” He whispered. “Maybe Y/N would like one too. She’s a great aunt.”

Your heart warmed as tears sprung into your eyes, but never fell.

“Sounds perfect.” You whispered, to which Noah smiled, happy that you were on the same page as him.

“I knew you were there by the way.” He whispered with a smug smile on his face. “Baby Ruffilo looked at you and kicked his legs. You know, like he does when he’s happy.”

You kissed Noah’s head, whispering “I love you” into his fluffy brown hair.

Everything felt… perfect.

[concretejunglefm]

ik ur ask box hates to see me coming. anyways im here w a more comfort centered idea bc i have unfortunately been in the trenches this past week and a little smth w any of the boys wld marginally heal me

but like.. noah or matt or literally anybody comforting u after some shit w ur parents 🧎 be it an argument or just general tension idfk. sorry guys ive been going thru it i fear— if this is smth u wouldn’t want to write i totally get it n feel free to ignore this LMFAO or jst disregard the parent thing idk 🤷 i just wanted to spit this idea somewhere bc where’s a good comforting hug from one of the boys when i need one huh ☹️⁉️

anywayssss thank u for listening to my silly thoughts. take care of urself ♡

Oh bb I hope that you are taking care of yourself 🥺💕 some soft!Matt taking care of you, just for you and selected with the help of @deathblacksmoke because how am I expected to choose.

CW: mostly fluff but mentions of tension and belittling from parents.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you whisper, sadness seeping through your voice.

Matt could already sense the dark cloud hanging over you, and he had always assured you that his home was a safe haven for you. He would welcome you with a warm and comforting embrace, accompanied by a refreshing Dr Pepper—or any other drink of your choosing.

“What happened?” He rarely pries, but he always gives you the option to share your thoughts with him, if you choose to. And now, is no different.

Settling beside you, Zeus then assumes his own position, climbing up onto the couch and attempting to snuggle himself between you both, as if he’s a lapdog, offering his own presence as a source of comfort.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he assures you, but you’re not sure if you do. What you want and need is just comfort, to not feel as small and belittled as your parents made you feel earlier tonight. But soon, everything comes tumbling out—what happened, the things they said, the way they cut you deep. Even as your voice cracks, his patience remains, and his arm that’s slid around your shoulders wraps tighter, squeezing you closer now that Zeus has shifted from between you both, wanting his own space.

Matt doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t need to. Even though his words have a magical way of enveloping you in a comforting embrace, you can’t fathom there is any for what he’s just heard.

You can’t look at him because if you do, the tears you’re holding back might burst through the dam restraining them. Instead, you avoid his gaze, but your weight shifts, and you lean into him, finding solace in his presence. He remains silent, and you debate on apologizing for unexpectedly dumping all of this on him.

You remain silent, and when you feel the press of his lips against your crown, the tension begins to ease and you can’t help but wonder if he somehow sensed your thoughts. You often find yourself pondering this. At times, it feels as if he’s in your head, as if he knows your thoughts and you’ve never experienced such a profound connection with anyone else in your life.

The gentle kiss on your head is another comforting gesture that makes you cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let him go. You turn just enough to wrap your arms around him, and his presence instantly calms the anxious shivers that have been trembling through your body. Your heart rate slows down, and you finally feel yourself breathe. A breath you had been previously holding in, now released.

You hold onto him for a few seconds, then a few minutes, and you’re not sure how long it goes on, but for once, the silence doesn’t fill you with dread; not when he’s here.

When the moment of pressing tears threatening to fall has passed enough for you to trust yourself, you finally gather the courage to look at him. As your eyes meet his gentle brown hues, you break the silence, your voice slightly choked as you ask, “Can I stay here with you, please?”

It’s a question that doesn’t really need to be asked, because Matt opens his home and arms to you without any hesitation, and yet, when you do ask, the answer remains the same as always: “Stay as long as you need.”

[concretejunglefm]

do u have anything for omens boys w a nonbinary reader [bjg puppy eyes] even better if reader is only just starting to explore their gender identity and labels. even better pt 2 if reader is more masc presenting (we r very self indulgent today sorry)

thank u and i hope you’ve been well! ♡

hi bb 💕 I consider these little blurbs here and here with folio to be nb!reader purely because that's what I picture and it's perfect in my head, I also couldn't resist being self indulgent for us both, so here's a little gender euphoria with Nicholas calling reader handsome <3 and ty @deathblacksmoke for helping me find nicky in his flannel 💕

CW: mostly something soft, mentions of reader wearing a binder, no physical descriptions aside from mention of haircut to whatever style you feel comfortable with, touches on exploring gender identity leaning towards masc.

Sharing clothes with Nicholas isn’t a new occurrence. More often than not, some of his shirts find their way into your drawer, and not just because you’ve stolen them. He notices the way you look at how certain ones fit him, like you’re studying whether they’d sit on you the same way, not just admiring your partner.

That’s why you don’t question it when one of his favorite flannels ends up in your drawer and you decide to pull it on, but today, you’re trying something different.

You’re still new to exploring this version of yourself, figuring out what labels fit, what language makes your chest flutter instead of twist. You’re learning what makes you feel most comfortable, what makes you feel like you.

Beneath his flannel, you’ve swapped your usual sports bra for your first binder, and when you catch your reflection in the mirror, something settles inside you. You feel more like yourself than ever, especially when your fingers reach up to touch your hair, freshly cut in a style that finally feels right.

You hesitate for a moment as you step into the kitchen, leaning back against the doorway while you watch Nicholas fluttering around, making breakfast. There’s a cup of coffee on the counter, probably lukewarm by now, and you hear him humming a familiar tune, something that sounds like a Deftones song he’s been playing on repeat lately while working in his office. His shirt is off, tattoos fully on display, and your eyes trace the ink down his arms and hands as he works. Then, he looks up and freezes when he sees you.

It startles you, the double hit of him catching you staring and of him finally seeing you this morning. You hadn’t shown him your new haircut yet, keeping it hidden under a beanie until bed last night, and you hadn’t mentioned the new binder, either, but there’s no mistaking the grin that stretches across his face at the sight of you.

“Well, good morning to you, handsome.” He pauses what he’s doing to approach you, his eyes raking over you like he’s drinking you in, pure admiration in them, and it makes you flustered. “You trying to kill me first thing in the morning?” he teases, and you feel the heat crawling up your neck, reaching the tips of your ears.

“No, I just…” you mumble, turning your head away shyly before glancing back at him. “Do you really think I look handsome?” you ask, your voice soft and small as your hand lifts to the back of your neck, rubbing it nervously.

“Absolutely,” he says without hesitation, stopping in front of you. His hands come to rest at your hips, giving a gentle, grounding squeeze as his head tilts. “You can ask me to say it again if you like.”

You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes you, the way his words make you melt and send a whole swarm of butterflies loose in your stomach. You’re thankful he’s holding onto you, because you’re certain your legs would’ve gone to jelly otherwise.

“Can you say it again, Nicky?” you murmur, voice gentle as your eyes flick up to meet his, just as soft and puppy like as your tone. The smile he wears only seems to grow.

Nicholas is more than happy to indulge you, to reaffirm what you’re feeling, though that should never come as a surprise. He’s been the most understanding through your decision to start this journey, always supportive as you explore yourself more.

“You look handsome,” he repeats, leaning in to brush a kiss to your jaw, “And hot. I think you might just be my type.”

There’s a slight sting behind your eyes at his words, not from pain, but from how fully he sees you. How easily he accepts you without hesitation. It makes you feel like you’re starting to find yourself in the middle of the mess that’s been tangled up inside you.

His arms shift to wrap around you, pulling you closer. Yours slip around him in return, and you melt into the way he presses you against his chest, solid and grounding, bringing you warmth and filling your heart.

He nestles down against the side of your neck, pausing with a soft inhale. “…Are you wearing my cologne?”

You laugh and shrug, answering a little shyly, “I wanted to try it.”

He draws back slightly to look down at you, a spark of amusement in his eyes. “We can go shopping and find one you like, if you want?”

As much as you love wearing Nicholas’s scent, something that makes you feel close to him, you can’t help but want to find your own, something distinct, something that makes you feel confident, comfortable, you.

[concretejunglefm]

i just wanted to say that i keep thinking abt first times w matt. how sweet and silly he’d be and how you’d both just be guiding each other idfk but i need it i need him

Matt would be incredibly gentle and sweet with you. You’ll work together, discovering things that you enjoy, and since sex is all about an enjoyable and playful experience, he’ll embrace this aspect. There’s no reason to feel nervous with him, and you’ll both find ways to soothe each other in the moment. Whenever you switch positions, he’ll undoubtedly make a silly remark, perhaps even quoting a nerdy movie or two, anything that makes you giggle before he has you moaning while wrapped around him. It’s a combination he loves.

[concretejunglefm]

nothing to say just wanted to show u this

ONE OF MY FAVORITE PHOTOS OF MATTY 😭

[concretejunglefm]

i just think ppl don’t talk nearly enough abt noah and in the slaughter to prevail mask?

like look at him. u can’t tell me that’s not the look an energy of the brattiest, meanest dom out there? stp!noah wld give it rough hard and mean i dont know

This is purge!noah too, who is just a mean brat because you won’t play along.

But oh yes, mean dom!noah, who enjoys pushing your limits, constantly seeking to discover how much you can handle—both pleasure and himself. He relishes watching you behave like a brat, and in fact, he encourages it because it provides him with even more reason to punish you the moment he has the opportunity too, reminding you of what you are to him, a mere object of his pleasure—a fucktoy.

stepbro!noah is the same, except you pull that kind of stuff at a family gathering? Be all bratty, and you’ll be punished for it sooner rather than later. You’ll have to be quiet not to attract any attention. Or maybe he’ll put a hand over your mouth or stuff your panties in there while he’s making you take it.

[concretejunglefm]

nah don’t mention sub!matt around me 😫 i was JUST thinking abt sub!matt and how sweet he’d be ): soft little kisses everywhere and just listening to everything u say. idk maybe i’m crazy but! he’s been on my mind lately i think he’d just be the sweetest boy doing anythingggg to please u

SUB!MATT! something has switched in me because I am obsessed with this man being a sub and how wet and pathetic he looks when he just looks at you, those soft puppy eyes because all he wants is to give you what you want. The soft kisses because he wants to worship you, the way he goes to lay his head in your lap and just kisses along your thighs, nuzzling against you, your hand, your tummy, everywhere he can because he needs you to feel how much he adores you.

[concretejunglefm]

was sitting in church today and the ONLY thought on my mind was priest!noah 😫 not necessarily sub priest!noah but still. BUT UGH bc jst imagine seeing him up there, giving his lil sermon abt purity and morality, n making eye contact w him, knowing u two have done stuff tgt that wld make the devil himself blush 🤕

AND THE DEVIL WILL BE BLUSHING. If there’s one about priest!noah, it’s that he always has a scripture he can recite. I can envision him reciting a particular passage he’s chosen almost specifically in relation to you both, only for his eyes to linger a bit too longingly on you, perhaps even mentioning temptation—because you’re his biggest. Sub or not, he always wears a small something (a harness) beneath his clothes that serves as a reminder of his connection to you, particularly in the moment you're apart.

[concretejunglefm]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHZMXXsuegH/?igsh=MXU3bHJxcmg5cWI3ZA==

stripper!noah i’m going insane

this is exactly why I had to gif that video 😭 it's him!!!

[concretejunglefm]

i was shredding my guitar a few minutes ago and hit my bf and then a thought crossed my mind and i can’t stop laughing about it.

Reader is shredding her guitar and gets carried away and forgets that bsf!noah was behind her and she slams the guitar in his face. the other guys witness and laugh their asses off. Maybe a really fluffy ending were noah jokes about „kiss it better“ and reader actually does and left him speechless

AAAAAAAAAAH <- me screaming over this because it's both cute and funny. I'm sorry this took me forever to come back to 🫣💕

Any of them could have foreseen disaster striking. Except for Noah.

When you swing the guitar around your body with the final note, you’re met with a loud crack, a sound that echoes throughout the room, startling the guys scattered around it, who come to a halt, their attention drawn to you and Noah.

Panic surges instantly, dread settling heavily in your stomach as you slowly turn, guitar still slung low on your hip. You come face-to-face with Noah, holding his face, a look of deep betrayal etched across the features not obstructed by his large tattooed hands.

“Did you just…” he wheezes, pulling his hand away to reveal a very pink, possibly swelling nose, “…assault me with a Fender?”

“Oh my God,” you gasp, your face scrunching up as soon as you spot his nose. “I completely forgot you were there. I’m so sorry.”

Amidst the chaos, Folio, who had been dozing on the couch, suddenly falls off, wheezing uncontrollably. He can’t contain himself as he exclaims, “That was the most metal way to get a nose job I’ve ever seen.”

Jolly barely glances up from his phone, but a clear smile spreads across his face, while Nicholas joins Folio in hearty laughter, doubling over in amusement.

You reach out towards him hesitantly. “Come on, let me see it,” you insist when he tries to pull away. Your hands then gently cup his face as you ask, “I didn’t hit you that hard, did I?”

Cheeks in your hands, Noah tilts his head back, giving you the opportunity to assess any potential damage as he mutters, “It might bruise. I could be disfigured forever.”

“Oh, please! The only thing bruised is your ego,” you remark, the dread you had felt earlier quickly dissipating as you realize the extent of the damage to his nose is little to none.

“It might need a kiss to make it better,” Noah dares to suggest.

Under any other circumstances, you’d scoff and push him away, but in this moment, you can’t resist holding him by his cheeks and raising up on tiptoes to him. Leaning in, you press a tender kiss against the tip of his red nose. Noah freezes instantly, all playfulness in him quickly replaced by your unexpected kiss.

“There, it should heal now,” you smile, pulling yourself away from him, while Noah remains still and speechless, his eyes wide and red from the tip of his nose to the tips of his ears.

Behind you, the room erupts once more, with the Folio howling. “Bro’s about to pass out!”

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[concretejunglefm]

behold an offering 🤲

(i’m losing my fucking mind)

- @somebodyels3

In honor of Easter Sunday, let’s take a moment to appreciate our lord and savior priest!noah 🙏 and this little tidbit inspired by @astronoids 💕 as well as you bb with that goddamn 4th picture with his new suit!!

You usually sit away from the front, deliberately keeping yourself tucked away among the crowd, except for today—Easter Sunday—where you wear your newly purchased Easter dress. The lace hem is the drawing detail, especially when you sit down and it rises slightly, which is why you’ve chosen to sit in the front row.

Noah always gets engrossed in his preaching, which is why he doesn’t notice you initially, assuming you were sat in the back as usual. Despite his gaze being drawn to you every Sunday, he’s preoccupied with the church being unusually crowded today, primarily due to those who rarely attend wanting to come as a form of penance for their sins or family gatherings drawing them in to his welcoming embrace.

It’s only when he’s on his knees, passionately reciting about love and Jesus on this particular occasion that he realizes he’s fallen to his knees in front of you, as if you’re his guiding light and this is his rightful place—to be at your worship.

[xmads-omensx]

So I’m allergic to gluten, not completely, because it just creates an eczema under my eye. But imagine reader having celiac disease, which is that you’re completely allergic to gluten and if you eat just a tiny amount of something with gluten you end up with horrible cramps. You could even end up in hospital.

So now imagine reader going on a tour with BO as a merch girl along with Davis and someone who’s ordering dinner forgets about the fact that she has celiac disease.

I love your writing and you💕🎀

Beyy

Pairing: Bad Omens X Merch girl Ruffilo!reader

CW: celiac disease, discussions about food, Noah is a sore loser, mentions of skin irritation, mentions of cramping

Thanks for your kind words lovely! I hope you enjoy this!

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After being around the guys for so long, your celiac disease was something that they had simply grown accustomed to over the years of your friendship.

Besides, you or your brother Nicholas were usually the ones ordering the food for everyone, so you didn't typically pay any mind to what the food is.

However, this all changed when Bad Omens returned from their brief break from touring and performing in general to play at Mayhem Festival, their largest show yet.

In the rush and chaos surrounding the new setup, food wasn't exactly at the forefront of anyone's mind, so one of the newer crew members put himself forward for the task.

Frank hadn't worked for Bad Omens long, and typically found himself in the food runner role at his previous jobs, so hadn't minded taking on that role here either.

Food arrived and was dished out in one of the backstage rooms, each item labelled as to what it was.

Ordinarily, you would have gone for the gluten free pasta option since it was the most reliable option whilst away from home, so you made a bee line to the plate filled with pasta drenched in a tomato sauce.

It smelled divine.

You fought your way past an impatient and grumpy Noah, who simply allowed you to pass by as you were practically his little sister after all the years he had spent in your house growing up.

"Fucking seriously." He had muttered as he saw you clear off the remains of the pasta dish off of the plate, his shoulders slumping and his lip pouting.

"There's chicken so you don't lose your super cool and amazing gains." You mocked as you walked past, your plate of pasta held high like a trophy.

The pasta tasted delicious, and you made sure that Noah knew exactly how amazing every single bite tasted. He glared at you the entire time as you grinned smugly at him, pasta sauce covering your face.

Back in the hotel room that night, you were sharing with Nicholas and Noah as you had done since the band first formed.

You were laying on one of the two large double beds in the room, the one that the boys were sharing, absentmindedly poking Noah's shoulders and face with your foot in a failing attempt to get him to share the sweets that he had bought earlier.

He refused your request of course because of the pasta incident, only made worse by your foot in his face.

Then it started.

Your stomach tightened just slightly, but enough for it to cause your face to have a pained reaction.

"It's not that deep Y/N, it's just sweets." Noah laughed.

Then the cramping worsened.

"If your starting your period, do you mind going back to your bed and not laying on ours?" Nicholas asked in a slightly fearful tone.

"Not that." You groaned, clutching your stomach as you curled into foetal position.

Nicholas then began to realise what had happened.

"Did you order the food today, Y/N?" He asked, you shook your head.

"Uh oh." Noah replied, sitting up and grabbing his water bottle and handing it to you in hopes that drinking some might distract you from the pain.

There was never any quick cure for moments like these, except the painkillers that dulled it.

Noah helped you sit up to sip on the water whilst Nicholas grabbed the painkilers.

You could feel the dryness under your eyes beginning to form as you sipped the water.

"Ned your eye cream?" Noah asked gently, to which you nodded.

Nicholas had found an eczema eye cream that was made up of all natural ingredients that had helped greatly with this aspect of your condition, but it was the cramping that was the worst part.

Thankfully, you hadn't actually eaten much pasta since there was hardly any left, so the symptoms didn't extend past the eczema and the cramping.

Then Noah spoke.

"Too soon to say that karma's a bitch?" He asked tentatively. You could hear that stupid smirk.

Thankfully, your ever protective brother picked up one of the pillows on the bed and smacked Noah with it, instantly lifting your spirits.

"I hate that you revel in my pain." He sighed before flopping back onto the bed, texting the crew group chat to remind everyone of your celiac disease to prevent this happening again.

Later that night, you received an apology text from Frank, to which you replied that it wasn't his fault since he didn't know, but you got the impression that the Bad Omens guys were quite upset by your suffering that night.

Safe to say that everything from then on was gluten free and labelled as such.