#noah sebastian headcanon

[circle-with-me]

i haven’t stopped thinking about this photo since i saw it. so, let’s talk about it, shall we?

nothing but fluff below the cut 🩷

I think this is the Noah you get the first time you stay the night as his place. I’m not saying he doesn’t get this excited or make breakfast for you any other time… but there’s something special about his smile in this photo.

Maybe you’ve been dating for a few months and tour has disrupted your one-on-one time together, or you just prefer to take things slow. Noah is nothing if not patient. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and comfortable. Whatever the reason, when you finally get to stay with him for the first night—he can barely contain his excitement.

When it’s time for bed he curls up behind you so close, pulling you tight against him. One hand splays over your exposed tummy rubbing gently as he kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, softly telling you about all of the nights he’s spent longing to fall asleep with you in his arms. You feel more safe and secure with him than you ever have and it’s no surprise to you that you have the best night’s sleep ever.

The next morning, you’re a little disappointed when he’s not beside you but you know he hasn’t strayed far. The clattering of dishes in the distance tells you exactly where he is. You catch him off guard as he’s whipping up something extra special for the two of you for breakfast. He flashes you the sleepiest smile—so proud of himself and happy you’re there.

Noah won’t let you lift a finger, shooing you to the table for you to wait patiently for your breakfast. When he’s done, he brings your plate to you with a kiss on the forehead. Soon after he’s seating himself closely next to you, that sweet sleepy smile still plastered on his face.

It’s impossible to resist his requests to stay the night again nearly every night that week.

[cowpokeomens]

Hey I have a headcanon no one asked for that no one has ever made Noah a birthday cake :-/ like, his birthday was never a big deal bc Halloween and candy so like, no more sugar needed- little Noah holding a purple-frosted cupcake with spider sprinkles from a Halloween party at school and singing himself “Happy Birthday” :-/ but you bake! And it’s almost his birthday so of course you make him a cake! And he’s so fucking touched by it. Because you took the time to bake a cake and frost it and decorate it just for him and it’s not a Halloween cake disguised as a birthday cake, it’s just a cake for him :-( and in the moment he gives you a sincere “thank you” but the next day when he sees it sitting in the fridge he absolutely tears up :-( decides to pay back the favor and makes you a cake for your birthday, and yes it’s from a box and yes it’s a little fucked up because he didn’t realize it needed to be super cold to frost well, but he made it for you! Even added heart sprinkles to it :-( and you actually do cry in front of him because no one has ever made you a birthday cake bc you’re always the one baking :-( and then y’all kiss kiss fall in love the end

[darksigns-exe]

you know this boy and how he's actually the cutest?

What if he isn't told often enough? What if he doesn't know? What if he isn't used to being showered with soft and gentle affection?

And so when you start dating, and you're so sweet and gentle with him, it takes him aback a little at first. It's new, and he just isn't used to being called sweetheart.

There's a moment where you stop by in the home studio while he's still working, and you wrap your arms around him, and rest your chin on top of his head so you can see what he's working on. Sweet boy feels so soft at that moment -- so loved. AND THEN you press a kiss to the top of his head before you leave again, and as soon as the door clicks shut he *melts* in his chair.

long story short i hope someone called him cute today because that's what he deserved

[neverknoah]

what do you think dating noah would be like realistically (and i guess hypothetically in this case since we don’t know him personally)? like downsides and good sides? people have said he’s really flirty via text but awkward irl and i feel like he’d have a hard time being romantic

oh i definitely think at first he’s very awkward and a little shy but it’s cause he doesn’t 100% know how to flirt without being bashful.

“I- I- like your outfit. Can I buy you a drink? If you drink well I’d also buy you a coke if that’s what you’re into? what are you drinking I can get you another.” he’s so awkward but so sweet.

once he gets over his social anxiety though he’s buttering you up asking about your life and what your passions and interests are. will info dump on you if you bring up something remotely related to anime, music, or video games and you sit there and listen to him ramble with big heart eyes.

“sorry i’m rambling aren’t i?” he grimaced, scratching the back of his neck.

“no, please go on! i enjoy listening to your voice.”

“really?” he smiles

“yeah, it’s soothing.”

“well, if you like it so much I’m a musician.”

“oh!”

and he tells you all about Bad Omens and touring life and his music. by the end of the night he ends up putting his number in your phone and yours in his. when you get home your phone buzzes.

had a great night. would love to continue our conversation from the night before, maybe over coffee tomorrow morning? let me know what time works for you :)

of course you respond back with a yes giving him a time and place and you meet him the next morning. he dressed in a pair of comfy sweats and a cozy hoodie looking absolutely adorable and sleepy. he smiles when he sees you walk in and gives you a big hug. the gentleman he is he pays for your coffee and you guys sit there and talk for a couple hours before you realize both of your drinks have run out and you’ve just been chatting, conversation flowing so easily between the two of you and loosing track of time.

“i’ve really enjoyed this and um- you can say no! but like would you maybe wanna go on a date?” he proposes, looking at you with his brown baby cow eyes.

“i’d really love that, noah.” you smile at him.

“great! um- yeah! awesome.”

he walks you to your car after and before you leave you give him another big hug and a kiss on the cheek (which he absolutely blushes at and holds the spot you kissed as you get in your car)

there’s definitely a date after the coffee date and many after that! when noah asks you to be his girlfriend he gets so blushy and is quite literally as red as a tomato because he’s so nervous but he does it and you say yes!!! and he’s the happiest man on planet earth🥰

[ciginatree]

my brain wont fucking turn OFF-

threesome with noah and chris :((((((((

I actually have a fic rec for this!!!! Underdog by @nerdraging4point0 it’s amazing!!!

But I’ll write my own blurb for you too ;)

You feel minuscule between the two of them, intimidated even. You’re kneeling on the bed, Chris kneeling behind you, with Noah standing in front of you. Their lips travel your entire nude body, hands following the trail of their kisses as you’re pressed between them. You keen into Noah’s hand as it glides between your legs in a teasing drag and he smirks at your hitched breath. Chris’s hand roams your ass, prodding against your lubed asshole to work you open. His cock replaces his fingers and you moan lewdly as it works its way inside you, his arms holding you up. He stills and you pant and squirm, desperately trying to ground yourself. “Doing so good, baby,” Chris whispers, lips up against your ear. Noah crawls onto the bed, hand on your waist to hold you still as he positions himself in front of you. He takes his cock and rubs briefly between your folds before thrusting into you. You cry out and they both shush you sweetly, their cocks beginning working in and out of you slowly. “Taking us so well, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

Tags: @abiomens @tashka @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx @eternallytiredsinger

[rottingfern]

good evening.

Noah, who's so afraid of heights and airplanes clutching you for dear life on a flight.

that's all

[mysticdoodlez]

Won't go into details, but Noah gets called a brooding pretty boy in the comic, so all of our rpf's are correct.

[darksideoftheshipps]

"You did well"

Pairing: Noah Sebastian/Devin Oliver

Just for the record, you can find this ff already here. But I added the text like one month after the original post, so I'm posting only the ff itself. _____________________________________________

After the show, Noah feels exhausted and unsatisfied with his performance. However, he knows that with his health problems, it wouldn't be any better. Devin notices Noah's gloomy demeanor and tries to cheer him up. A blond man walks up to his partner and wraps his arms around his waist from behind. Noah just took off his sweaty t-shirt a while ago and shows off his tattooed torso. Devin presses himself against Noah, tracing the shape of his slim, tall body. Noah exhales deeply, tilting his head to the side to give Devin room to kiss Noah's neck and stress-strained shoulders.

"I like this very much." Noah closes his eyes deliciously, and after his boyfriend wraps his arms tighter around his tiny waist, Noah relaxes and shifts some of his weight onto Devin.

Noah always enjoys the physical proximity of his love.

“You did well Noah."

"I tried, but it won't go on like this. I need to take a break from performing." Noah turns and looks Devin straight in the eyes, wrapping his arms around Devin's neck.

Of course, Devin notices how exhausted, tired, and run down Noah has been lately.

"You should do it. But you know what I'd rather do?"

"No, I don't know." Noah smiles and brings his face closer to Devin's.

"I would absolutely prefer to crawl under the covers with you and not come out until you are well. I would cuddle you, scratch your back the way you like it and give you my full attention."

"You can't say such things now I will demand them from you." Noah whispers with a mischievous smile on his lips and kisses Devin lovingly. He is already gently scratching the short-haired man's bare back with his right hand, enjoying all the sounds Noah makes. Especially the ones that sound like a cat purring. Noah pulls away and strokes Devin's cheek with his large palm. "Do you think you could massage me then, my love?"

"I expected you to ask. Of course I could."

(PS: English is not my mother language. I apologize for mistakes)

[kaliforniahigh]

As a follow up to "Noah and his good boy hair", we have "Noah and his bad boy hair"

Enjoy.....

[artificialfanfiction]

NOAH SEBASTIAN AS A BOYFRIEND HEADCANON

boyfriend!Noah has that stoic, quiet demeanor, but he's fiercely protective of you. He doesn't always express his emotions outwardly, but he's always watching over you, making sure you're safe and taken care of. When you're out together, his hand is always casually resting on your lower back or holding yours in a way that feels possessive but gentle.

boyfriend!Noah most vulnerable moments come late at night, when it's just the two of you lying in bed. He'll talk in a low, raspy voice about his past, his fears, and his dreams. You’re one of the few people he opens up to, and he trusts you completely with his deepest thoughts.

boyfriend!Noah is a total softie behind closed doors. He’ll write you little notes or send random texts about how much he cares. When he’s away on tour, he’ll send you photos of things that remind him of you, like sunsets or a book he saw in a store that he thought you’d like.

boyfriend!Noah expresses his love for you through music. He’ll hum little tunes or work on lyrics late into the night, and though he rarely admits it, a lot of the softer, more emotional lyrics he writes are about you. If you're together while he's creating, he’ll subtly ask for your opinion, valuing what you think more than anyone else’s.

You and boyfriend!Noah have an aesthetic that feels straight out of a moody, gothic dream. Your dates range from dive bars with live music to nights spent exploring art galleries or abandoned buildings, just enjoying each other's company in the most unconventional ways.

boyfriend!Noah isn't big on PDA, but he shows his affection in subtle, meaningful ways. He'll absentmindedly brush a strand of hair behind your ear, place a hand on your knee during long car rides, or kiss the top of your head when he walks by. It’s these quiet moments of intimacy that make you feel closest to him.

boyfriend!Noah who one day, without telling you, gets a small, meaningful tattoo that represents something personal between the two of you. He won’t make a big deal out of it, but when you notice it, it’s his way of silently showing his commitment to you.

You inspire boyfriend!Noah creativity. When he’s in the studio or writing new songs, he often thinks of you, and you’ve unknowingly become his muse. He'll share early demos with you, sometimes shyly, waiting for your reaction because your opinion means the world to him.

Even though boyfriend!Noah can be intense, he has a wicked sense of humor that only those closest to him get to see. You two share a lot of dry, sarcastic humor and inside jokes that make your bond feel even more intimate. He loves making you laugh, especially when no one else can.

boyfriend!Noah is fiercely private about your relationship. He doesn’t flaunt it on social media, and the people who know about you two are in his closest circle. He values the intimacy of keeping things between you both, wanting to protect your relationship from outside judgment.

boyfriend!Noah loves going on late night drives with you. It’s where he feels most at peace just the two of you, windows down, music playing, cruising through the city streets or out into the country, feeling like it’s you against the world.

boyfriend!Noah respects your independence and knows when you need space. He’ll give you room to breathe when you need it but is always there when you’re ready to come back. He loves that you’re your own person, and it only makes him respect and love you more.

boyfriend!Noah who is deep into his music and career, always makes time for you and your passions. He’s your biggest supporter, whether you’re pursuing something creative or just need a pep talk about life. He knows how to push you in a way that makes you feel empowered.

[cowpokeomens]

Can I talk abt Noah? Is this a safe space?

Bc: sitting on Noah’s face until he’s pussy drunk and won’t let you get off :-/ you cum woohoo so fun time to return the favor but then a pair of very pretty tattooed hands are wrapping around your thighs and holding you down and eventually :-/ you cum again, cool fine thanks Noah let me gO- only he’s not :-/ his eyes are glazed over and his mouth is still working on you and it’s like his tongue can’t fuck deep enough into your hole his face is so far into your pussy and you finally speak up like “Noah- Noah I came twice-“ and you try to push him off but he slaps your thigh hard enough for it to turn red after a few seconds and he can absolutely feel how wet it makes you :-/ eventually pushes you onto your back bc you can’t stay upright and is holding your clit ever so gently between two teeth while his tongue laps at it :-/ you shudder through what feels like 10 more orgasms before he stops :-/ says “sorry I just got kinda into it” EXCUSE ME-

[measuredingold]

late to the bandwagon but this pic makes me think of best friend!noah

mdni 18+ below cut

you're at a party at his house, small get together of friends because what else is there to do on a friday night? noah invited you and you can never tell him no. there's alcohol running through your veins, brain a bit fuzzy, and you can't seem to keep your eyes off of noah from across the room. and maybe it's the alcohol but he just looks so... good. he always does but there's just something about him tonight. he's caught you staring a few times - the first couple times he gave you a goofy grin, eye crinkles and all, but after the 4th time you noticed something shift. his eyes grew darker, and the corners of his lips were turned up into a smirk. eventually you caught him staring at you too, but instead of looking away like you had each time he caught you, he'd send you a wink.

the night goes on, you're in the kitchen with noah and a few friends. chillin. talkin. shootin the shit. jolly yells from the other room that they're gonna play some kind of card game, you're not paying attention. no, your eyes are on noah. tracing over the slope of his nose down to his lips, watching the way they curl around whatever sentence he's telling your friends. then your eyes drop to his hands - god, his fucking hands - and the way they're wrapped around the bottle in his grasp. he makes that bottle look small. you don't even realize that eventually it's just you and noah left in the kitchen, your friends leaving you to join in on whatever game jolly was yelling about and noah's gaze is on you. almost predatory. still the same smirk on his lips.

"staring problem?" his words catch you off guard and your face grows hot. you clear your throat, shake your head, try to lean further into the counter you're already resting on. he's standing across from you on the other side of the room. he places his bottle on the counter next to him, crosses his arms over his chest, head tilted to the side. "you sure about that?"

"you've been staring at me too!" you counter back, face still fucking hot. you can't believe you were caught staring at your best friend. worst - you were staring at his lips and wondering what they'd feel like against yours.

"i was." he hums, pushes himself off the counter and saunters over towards you. "looks like we've both got staring problems, huh?" and before you know it he's standing in front of you. you have to tilt your head up to even catch his gaze and the second you do. whew. your stomach turns, heat filling up inside you because the way he's staring is like he wants to fucking eat you. and he's never looked at you like that before. (yes he has, you've just never caught him) you think you'd let him at this point. maybe. “you like looking at me, huh?"

"oh, shove it, davis-"

"i like looking at you, too. s'pretty tonight. i mean, you're always pretty. but tonight you're..." his eyes drop down, hand immediately reaching out to toy with the hem of your skirt. "is that new? looks good on you. i like it."

and that's. alright. okay. you're so fucking hot now, and the heat in the pit of your stomach does not go away and you subconsciously press your thighs together and oh. his gaze becomes too much and you dip your head down to not look at him but his hand is under your chin, tilting your head back up.

“look at me." and his face is so fucking close to yours and you swear you see his eyes drop to your lips before dragging back up to your gaze. there’s a moment of silence, the only thing being heard is the sound of everyone in the living and your rapidly beating heart. “is this okay?”

and again, maybe it’s the alcohol. or the way that bottom lip of his looks so fucking kissable you can’t think straight. who knows. you don’t, because you’re nodding, mumbling out “yes” before noah’s dipping his head down and pressing his lips against yours.

it’s a simple nudge of the lips at first, testing the waters before he’s pressing harder, deeper. roaming hands and gripping everywhere you can, the kiss growing messier and it’s all teeth and tongue. the groan he lets out has you feeling dizzy, fingers clutching against the fabric of his hoodie. you arch into him, giving him a fantastic opportunity to slot his leg in between your thighs, pressing perfectly right where you need him the most. fingers digging into your hips, lips trailing down to your neck, licking sucking biting whatever he could. your hands carding through his hair, head tilted to the side to give him more access to your neck, eyes rolling back when you feel him start to guide you against his leg.

it’s all so much. you never thought this would’ve ever happened, making out with noah in his kitchen while grinding on his leg but here you were.

“fuck, noah-“

his lips find yours again, to muffle any other sounds you might make because “gotta be quiet. can’t let everyone in the house know what we’re up to, yeah? anyone could walk in.”

and someone almost does. jolly calls for the two of you, asking for you to join the game, and you hear his footsteps growing closer down the hall. noah pulls away, not without leaving one more kiss to your lips. you’re in the middle of smoothing your skirt down when jolly stumbles in, eyes narrowing at the two of you. he knows something’s up, can feel the tension. can see the flush on both your cheeks, the kiss swollen lips. he doesn’t comment on it, instead grumbles about how you gotta hurry so they can start this damn game. (you’ll hear an earful about tomorrow, you’re sure)

“we’ll be out in a sec, okay?”

“you get one minute before i’m dragging your asses out there.”

then you’re alone again, and noah turns to you. dark eyes sliding up your body before landing on your lips again.

“you’re staying the night, right?”

you never discussed it before now. “i can.”

“good.” is all he says, his eyes flick up to your own. something flashes in his gaze and it has your tummy flipping and turning with butterflies, and you watch with flushed cheeks as noah exits the kitchen and into the living room. you follow not too long after, no longer buzzing from the alcohol but from the anticipation on what’s to come later.

[neverknoah]

I don't know why I keep having this smutty thought in my head of Noah and the reader working out together and then they have some steamy shower sex after

😵‍💫🫣

oh yes

the post workout pump Noah would have and how even though he's a little tired, he's never too tired to fuck you.

It's definitely a mix of the post-workout endorphins and the little workout set you're wearing that gets him all hot and bothered. So he pulls you into the shower with him and he has his way with you.

[ciginatree]

So in Bad Omens who in your opinion is the most obsessed with Face Sitting? In the MIW hc you said Ryan

Had to really think about this one for a while. A lot of people say Noah and….I have to agree. I just can’t shake the vibes.

Tags: @abiomens @exitwoundsx @tashka

[badomensgoodomens]

Sleepy noah adventures!!!!!

noah looks high in this photo HAHA

anyways enjoy ur food children x

Most evenings, noah would be cooped up in his studio working on projects, which you usually found entertainment elsewhere. on this specific night, you were sitting in your shared bed, clutching the nintendo. youd spent the past 3 evenings trying to beat skull cavern, absolutely outraged, you turn the nintendo off, chucking it to the side. you slide out of the bed, getting whiplash from the cold. grumbles leave your mouth as you put your slippers on.

you trudge downstairs, making a beeline for the home studio. not surprisingly, noah was still engrossed in whatever he was doing. you stand there, unimpressed.

he doesn't notice you.

hes too busy sitting at his desk with his headphones and cute glasses to notice you. you approach carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck. he jolts slightly, before realizing it was you. He slips his headphones off, gently rubbing your arm.

"whats up, dude?"

you scoff,

"noah, its 2am."

"fuck, really?"

he tucks the loose strands back into his messy bun. (long hair era)

"mhm, you need to shower."

he hums, saving whatever he was working on. you take his hand, leading him upstairs. your townhouse is quiet, other than the occasional cough or murmur from one of the boys rooms. tonights takeaway lay strewn across the island.

he follows close behind, trying not to stumble in the dark. as he ventures into the masterbedroom the band had so kindly graced you two with, he slips off his shirt. you sit up on your elbows, watching him walk into the bathroom. you giggle to yourself before starting your night routine.

you had showered earlier, so you put on your expensive (much to noahs distaste) skincare, and slip on your cute pajamas. This puts you in a good mood, so you do some light reading before bed, the bedside lamp illuminating the fulfilling romance book in your hand.

the bathroom door opens;

out steps the sexiest man youve ever seen, im talking white towel around the waist, jaw dropping v line with water droplets falling down, greek god type shit, you could eat that man for dinner and more.

he flashes you a grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"eyes up here."

despite his cheeky attitude, he slips on some pajamas and slides into bed next to you.

"hi sweetie, you smell really good."

you hum in response, atleast your scented moisturizers actually had a purpose.

"what flavour lip balm?"

"strawberry. as it is every night."

you respond, unimpressed. this was his daily ritual of asking for a goodnight kiss. he grins, you can't help but smile back. he pulls you in, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss to your lips.

he pulls away, smacking his lips together like the smug little bitch he is.

"mmm yum."

"you're not meant to eat it-"

you groan as he licks his lips.

"i needa brush my teeth." you say, sitting up. he groans, tugging your tshirt. you tut, climbing out of bed. he grumbles as you disappear into the ensuite. he watches you from afar for 5 minutes as you brush your teeth and hair. after some more grumbles, he gets up, dragging you back to bed.

"noah-"

"shut up, i don't wanna hear it."

he pulls you close, his breath trickling down your neck. he holds your waist tightly.

"goodnight sweetheart."

you hum, running your fingers through his hair.

"say it back." he says, sternly.

you ignore him, lingering between consciousness and dreamland. his hand snakes up to your chin. "say it back, brat."

you grumble, wriggling away from him.

he digs his fingers in your sides, you shriek, giggling.

nick bangs on the wall, signaling to shut the fuck up.

you collapse onto the bed, soft giggles echoing through the room.

"goodnight baby."

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, a satisfied hum leaves his lips.

its radio silence for 5 minutes, nothing but eachothers breathing and synced heartbeats.

"babe..? would you still love me if i was a worm?'

"oh my god noah if you don't shut the fuck u-"

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teehee this is my first little scenario (??)

i have a very informal writing style and could not give a fuck about correct grammer.

anyways.

hope ur just as in love with noah as me

[flowery-mess]

Just another dad Noah thought...

I have two ideas of this in my head...

1) Noah is away on tour and you and your toddler take lots of videos of things you do together to send him. Like you just put your phone somewhere, then forget it's even there and Noah then can watch what he's missing when he's away. So one day you sit your toddler down, put the phone on record and do 'interview about my daddy' where you ask toddlers things like 'how old is daddy? what's daddy's job?' and this is how it goes:

"What's daddy's name?"

"Noaaaaah." he yells, just like you do when Noah is in other room and you call out for him.

"How old is he?"

"Mhmm, 3."

"Oh okay. What's his job?"

"Screaming at people." your toddler says with a proud grin on his face and you try to hold your laugh, because he's kind of right.

"What's his favorite food?"

"Vegetable salad." you can't really remember the last time Noah would ate vegetable salad, but okey.

"What daddy's favorite thing to do with us?"

"Watch a movie and then fall asleep on the couch."

And this would go on for a few more questions and as a respond from Noah you'd get picture of his face with little sad pout and tears in his eyes, saying he misses you and can't wait to be home.

2) Sometimes kids do this at school, so your toddler would come home with two papers, one for you and one for Noah. When you read it for the first you try really hard to not laugh and make your baby sad. But later when the baby is asleep and Noah has some free time for a call, you pour yourself a glass of wine and put Noah on facetime as you read him the cards.

"What's mummy's name? And the answer is 'my love'" and you both make heart eyes at each other, knowing he got that answer from how Noah calls you.

"What's mummy's job?" and the answer would be 'cutting into peoples heads, and you'd be a hairdresser or 'she's selling people drugs' and you'd be a pharmacist.

"How tall is daddy?" and you could not get the answer out of you because you'd be laughing too much "Noah, the answer is 3 feet."

"What's daddy's favorite thing to do with me?" and the answer is 'buying me toys'"

"Oh, guilty." Would be Noah's answer.

"I told you you're spoiling him."

"But he's always so happy and then he's cute, you have to admit that love."

"What does mummy and daddy do after I go to sleep?"

"He doesn't know what we like to do when he's asleep, should I be scared for that answer?" Noah said over the phone.

"They clean after me and drink alcohol."

"Oh god we look like alcoholics."

"Well, I'm literally drinking wine now."

After that you'd fell into comfortable silence and just look at each other through the screen.

"I miss you, just one more week and I'm home with you." Noah said with sad smile on his face.

"Oh I can't wait to have my 3 feet tall husband back so we can drink alcohol together!"