#noah sebastian rpf

[deathblacksmoke]

like lovers entwined

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, cozy morning sex, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), double penetration (kinda), all the sweetness for our favorite birthday boy

word count: 1.5K

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake / @monotoniscreaming

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author's note: just wanted to write a little something sweet and cutesy (and sexy and a little filthy, as i do) for ruff's special day. fair warning: not proofread. all mistakes are the fault of my silly brain.

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You wake up to Nick pressed against you. It’s so cold in the room–thanks, Noah–but he’s so warm, the length of his body pressed close against your back, arm slung over the two of you.

You feel at ease here, in bed with your boys; you feel surrounded by them, your absolute favorite thing. Being sandwiched between them always feels at once grounded and floaty. You pull the blanket up higher and settle back against Nick’s front, pulling Noah in. Nick stirs a little, holding the both of you closer, not rushing. Noah wiggles himself back into you, warm and solid and still sound asleep.

“What are you doing, sweet girl?” Nick asks, placing kisses to your bare skin. You can hear him breathing heavy, a little ragged, warm breaths ghosting over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You realize you’ve been mindlessly wriggling yourself back against him as you feel him getting harder against you, getting wetter for him. The arm he had slung over Noah moves behind your body, down between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your center through your panties. “I said, what are you doing, sweet girl?”

“Birthday present?” you offer, gasping when his fingers push your panties to the side, dragging through your folds.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he praises, pressing into your clit briefly and dragging back down, ghosting over your entrance, pulling a moan from you. “Birthday present, huh?”

He pulls his hand away and you almost whine, complaints ready on your lips until his fingers are notching under the waistband of your panties. “Nicky,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours and helping him get them off of you. You feel him press close to you again, hard and insistent against your back.

“What did you have in mind?” he asks, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers are back and you’re shaking, twitching, needing him. “You know how I love your birthday presents.”

You didn’t have anything in mind–you hadn’t even thought of this before you woke up, aching for him–for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Anything he has to offer you. “You decide,” you say. “Your birthday. You pick.”

“Generous girl,” he says, cock notching at your entrance, drawing a gasp from you. You close your legs around him as he drags his cock through you, teasing your slit, but he pulls back when you groan. “Lie on your back and hitch your leg up over Noah. Be careful, though–you wouldn’t want to wake our sleeping beauty.” 

You do as he asks, settling flat on your back and draping a leg over Noah’s hip. Nick is crawling between your legs and doesn’t give you a moment before his mouth closes around your clit, two fingers in your cunt. The stretch burns, just slightly, momentarily. Your responding moan is louder than you intended, and Nick is up in a moment, clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet you. “You’ll wake him up if you’re not careful. Do you want to wake him up?”

You can’t help but laugh, giggles muffled by Nick’s palm. You nod, feeling his grin against your neck before he bites down, fingers curling inside you.

“Go ahead. Wake him up, then.”

You hitch your leg higher over Noah, dragging him closer towards you. Your legs are spread so wide, you’re tempted to feel shame by the obscenity of it. Nick settles back down, closes his mouth around you again and swirls his tongue, fingers delving deep—your gasp is automatic. Noah stirs, turning to face you when you cry out again, louder. His eyes focus on you, narrowing when he realizes what’s happening. 

“Starting without me?” he asks, and you can’t speak—not when Nick’s fucking you so thoroughly with his fingers, not when Noah sneaks a hand under your sleep shirt, grazing a finger over your nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. “Sneaky girl, trying to get the birthday boy all to yourself. That’s not fair.”

“I woke you—” you start, breaking off into a gasp when Nick brushes over that perfect fucking spot inside you, the slightest graze of teeth over your clit, an edge of pain with your pleasure. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“Before he got his cock in you and everything, lucky me,” Noah says, kissing your neck to distract you as his hand moves lower, fingers replacing Nick’s mouth on your clit–Nick’s mouth moving lower, too, licking inside you, between his two fingers. “Who are you this wet for, baby?” Noah asks, teasing you. “It’s for Nicky, huh?” you nod, groaning, no use in sugarcoating it. “I know. He really knows how to use his mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” you gasp, settling further into the bed, closing your eyes and focusing solely on the way their hands feel. The way Nick’s mouth feels. The way it may be a little bit dramatic, but you feel almost like you could ascend to heaven with the way that it all feels so good and so much. “God, Nick, that feels so good.”

“What about me?” Noah asks, humor clear in his tone. Nick laughs and the vibration goes straight through you, making you grind your hips down into both of them. “What do you want to do with her, Nicky? You think she’s ready for your cock?”

You groan desperately, dizzied as always by the way they talk about you like you’re not there, while they’re touching you–clearly very aware of your presence. “Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

“Seems ready to me,” Noah says, dipping two fingers into you alongside Nick’s. The stretch is so good your vision blacks. “Look at my fingers, Nick, they’re fucking sopping,” he adds, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed. They wouldn’t want you to be, so you push it away. “If she’s not ready, I can be.”

He’s joking. Kind of. You know he’d take your place in a moment.

“I think a lot of that is my spit, actually,” Nick offers, bringing a hand down hard against your tummy to keep you from squirming when you laugh. “And her pussy. She’s soaked.”

“Are you ready for him?” Noah asks–he doesn’t even finish asking before you’re nodding your head and squirming. “Fuck, yes, I knew it.”

Nick stands, sliding his pj pants down his legs. Your mouth waters as you get a good look at him. Noah is at his side in a moment, taking Nick in his hand and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. They whisper into each other’s mouths, giggling before kissing again. You wish you could hear what they’re saying, but you have a good enough idea. Something sweet, something filthy, and you’re wetter and squirmy just imagining it.

Nick crawls over you, hiking your legs up around his hips. Noah brackets your side, arm gentle and wandering over your torso. When Nick’s cock breaches your entrance, you gasp, the stretch so delicious and always a little bit too much, to start. But so good. Too good.

When you whine, Nick kisses across your face to soothe you. Noah’s hand travels down, middle finger playing across your clit. You’re so close already from all that time they spent on you. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, focus on lasting a little longer for them, but it goes a little out the window when Noah’s hand moves lower, two fingers sliding into you alongside Nick.

“Oh, fuck,” Nick moans, at the same time that you gasp out Noah’s name.

The stretch is too much, maybe, it pulls you away from the edge until he curls his fingers, taking you closer and closer until you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it.

“Oh god, I’m so close. Please,” you moan, grinding yourself down onto Nick’s cock, into Noah’s fingers. At the press of Noah’s thumb at your clit, it’s instant. You reach your end with a wail and Nick fucks you through it, Noah pressing soft kisses to your neck until they can tell you’re oversensitive.

When Nick pulls out, Noah is on him in a moment. He licks a palm, wrapping a hand around Nick and another around himself. They kiss, lost in their world–it has the power to make you feel left out, ignored, but you love watching them with each other. You love watching their care and softness, the way they can read each other so well. 

When Noah cums, burying his face in Nick’s neck and whimpering; when Nick does, painting his own belly and gaze shifting to you, pretty eyes sparkling–you don’t feel left out at all.

They bracket your sides again, pressing kisses to your cheek. It almost feels like your birthday.

“Happy birthday, Nicky,” you say, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing him. Noah echoes the sentiment, leaning over your body to do the same.

“We’re sleeping in today,” Nick says, resting his head on your chest and swinging an arm over Noah, pulling him closer. “Y’all wore me the fuck out.”

[concreteburialplot]

New series:

Cool About It

Meet: Amelia Alastor

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x OFC

A/N; I began writing this in December because it was meant to be a light, fluffy, hallmark-y one shot but the more I wrote the more it begged to be a sadder longer, more involved fic. I kept going back and forth between just scrapping it but ultimately I chose to continue. To not derail the original framework of the plot, I’ve decided to keep the holiday setting so… just roll with it & enjoy christmas in the spring ig 😅

Summary: When Noah comes home for the holidays with Nicholas, he runs into an old friend. While catching up, they fall back into the shoes of the children they used to be. Amelia quickly realizes that even after nearly 10 years apart, she still knows Noah like the back of her hand. Their reunion raises questions about Noah’s abrupt and secretive disappearance at 16.

Themes/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, ‘I know you better than anyone else’, hallmark-y? kinda?, [AU] family/childhood trauma, eventual smut, and as always, incredibly sad lol, 18+ MDNI

Disclaimer: this is an au that follows no actual timelines/events, and uses oc's for family members.

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chapters with smut with have a *

CHAPTERS:

-> 01 - Breaking & Entering

[spicywhenspeaking]

heaters out: noah x reader

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

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“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.

[ladyveronikawrites]

PANIC!

[30 Days of Bad Omens]

@signs-of-ill-portent bingo card here

Pairing List: # 5 Noah Sebastian x OFC (Mel)

Kink List: #9 Sensory Deprivation

CW: Bondage, Blindfolds, earplugs, P in V sex, oral female receiving, orgasm denial, mention of panic attack.

*AN// descriptions of panic attack, unwanted touch, and consented deprivation of senses. Please take care of your mental health.

This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

Summary: Mel has a panic attack at a party and Noah helps her to calm down.

word count: 3.5k

Mel finds herself sitting alone in the corner of the living. Loud music blasts through the speakers as people dance and grind around her. She sucks in a shaky breath. The air is hot and sticky from the body heat. I have to stay. I have to do this for Nicholas. I promised Noah I would come. 

She tries to convince herself to remain planted on the couch. She clenches her shaking fists. It’s all too much. Too much noise. Everyone’s too close. Mel struggles to take a deep breath. She shuts her eyes tight trying to keep the tears from spilling over. When a tear escapes it does her in.

Mel shoots up from the couch and pushes through the crowded space. She practically sobs in relief when she eyes a sliding door to the patio outside. The cool autumn air floods into her lungs with every gasp. Mel plops herself down onto the cement patio and leans against the brick wall of the house. Shutting her eyes tight Mel sobs into her hands wishing she could disappear. 

“Melly, are you okay?” A soft voice calls over to her. Through her hiccups and wails, she can’t hear whoever called after her. Gentle warm hands begin to rub up and down her arms. Mel’s eyes spring open as she gasps for another breath. A shadow of Noah appears in her blurry vision. His mouth is moving but his voice is muffled. Noah tenderly caresses her cheeks and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. 

“I’m here Melly.” Noah’s voice pierces through the haze of her mind. “Take a big breath for me.” Noah inhales deeply through his nose and then exhales through his mouth. Mel follows with a shaky breath. 

“Atta girl. Let’s try another, okay?” Mel nods. “Breathe in with me. Inhale…”

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Noah watches as Mel’s chest rises. “That’s my girl. Now exhale…”

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Mel’s breathing steadies and her vision clears. “How are you feeling?” Noah asks as he crosses his long legs to sit across from her. He takes her hands in his and squeezes gently. 

“Better, thank you.” Mel rasps out, her throat is still sore from crying.

“Was it too loud?” Mel nods her head quickly and drops her eyes to her hands still entwined in Noah’s. “Despite his quiet demeanor, Nicholas can be a party animal. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.” Noah chuckles as he rummages through the pocket in his jeans. 

“Here.” Noah presents Mel with his Loop earplugs. “These should help with the sound. And I won’t leave your side tonight ok?” 

Mel cracks a smile. “You’re the best, Noah.” 

“Hey, I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by noise and crowds. I got you, babe.” 

Noah grins at Mel as he rises and offers her his hand. Mel practically skips back into the house with Noah by her side. Mel and Noah’s friendship has always been a special one. Quick to rekindle after months of touring like they never missed a beat. The way they met was an accident but their connection feels like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. 

Crossing the threshold of the sliding door, the muffled music fills Mel’s ears as if she were in a waiting room instead of a raging house party. Noah entwines his fingers through hers and leads her into the kitchen. Without letting her go, he grabs her a glass and fills it with water. Mel giggles at the image of this tall tattooed man rummaging through cabinets with one hand. Mel gulps down the water and thanks Noah. 

Noah leans into her and asks Mel to dance which she gleefully accepts as she, inturns,  pulls him into the living where moments ago she was having a panic attack. Noah can’t help but grin at how much Mel lights up a room with her excitement when she’s not overwhelmed by the world. 

Mel brings herself on her tip toes to wrap her arms around Noah’s neck. Noah adjusts slightly to wrap his arms around her waist closing the gap between them. Mel’s green eyes shimmer against the strobe lights as her hips sway to the beat. Noah leans over to tell Mel he will grab them a drink. She nods but keeps dancing allowing the music to fill her and push away the anxiety. Mel closes her eyes and raises her arms releasing all abandon grinding on anyone nearby. 

Arms wrap around Mel’s waist as a firm body presses against her. With her eyes closed and earplugs in, she is utterly oblivious to the scene around her. The warm hand snakes down her dress grazing the exposed skin of her thigh. Mel’s eyes shoot open as fear and adrenaline course through her veins. She pushes against the stranger's arms but he grabs her wrists and pulls her against him. 

“Let her go,” Noah’s familiar voice pierces Mel’s muffled ears. 

Her heartbeat skyrockets as Noah pushes through the crowd to her. The stranger digs his nails into her and she lets out a small yelp. She searches frantically for Noah in the crowd but he’s nowhere in sight. Mel’s chest heaves up and down as she gasps for air. “Noah!” Mel screams at the top of her lungs. The crowd starts to scatter when all of a sudden, she stumbles forward out of the stranger’s grasp. Mel slams into someone’s shoulder and lands on her ass. In the frenzy, Mel scrambles to her feet and forces her way through the mass of bodies. The sea of people pushes Mel to the staircase. Mel sprints up the stairs and opens the first she finds. 

Mel collapses against the door gasping for air. In the dim light of the bedroom, Mel’s thoughts begin to spiral about Noah’s well-being… Noah. Inhale Mel!  She takes in a shaky breath but blows it out quickly through her teeth. Tears prick the corners of her eyes. It’s no use. Hastily she pulls the earplugs from her ears and throws them to the ground. 

A knock on the door. “Mel, are you in here?” Mel jumps to her feet and opens the door. 

“N-Noah!” Mel hiccups. 

Noah sees Mel’s wide eyes and heaving chest. He pulls her into an embrace. “Breathe Melly,” he soothes gently stroking her hair. Noah feels her chest expand against him. Her raspy breath tightens his stomach. 

“Just like that,” Noah whispers pulling her tighter. When Mel’s breath starts to even Noah back slightly.

“What do you need from me?” Noah asks wiping away her tears. 

Mel is desperate for an escape from the racing thoughts in her head. Despite her knowing Noah is safe her thoughts won’t cease. “I-I need a distraction,” Mel squeaks out barely audible. A blush creeps over her cheeks. 

“What kind of distraction?"

Noah’s voice is low as he searches her eyes for the answer. In the shadows, Noah can still see a small spark of desire in her green eyes. 

“You,” Mel breaths out. Noah’s core tightens at the revelation. 

“I can help with that,” Noah whispers in her ear then plants a tender kiss on her cheek.

Mel gasps softly as Noah’s lips graze the delicate skin of her jaw. Mel inhales Noah’s cologne of cinnamon and sandalwood. It instantly turns the tightness in her stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. 

“Can I kiss you here?”

Noah’s lips linger mere centimeters from her lips. Mel can practically taste the spice of bourbon Noah drank earlier. Through hooded eyes, Mel looks up at Noah. His eyes are dark. 

“Yes,” Mel rushes out. “Pleas-” 

Noah silences Mel with a chaste kiss and leads her to rest against the door. His kiss is tender as if she is fragile, but Mel urges forward as her hands dive under the hem of his shirt and she digs her nails into his hips pulling him closer. Noah grunts at the shock of pain but it only encourages him more as he splits Mel’s lips apart with his tongue. Sloppy wet noises and mutual moans fill the room. Mel nibbles at Noah’s bottom lip as she breaks away from the kiss. For a heartbeat and a breath, they stare intently at each other. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Noah asks taking a step back to gauge Mel’s reaction. He cares about her too deeply and doesn’t want to hurt her. 

“Yes, after everything that happened tonight, I need to get out of my head and I know you will keep me safe.” Mel watches as Noah picks up the Loop earplugs from the floor and then walks over to the bedside table.

“Ok, good thing you stumbled into my bedroom,” Noah chuckles as he rummages in the drawer for a second.

He places something small in his back pocket and places a condom and a sleep mask on the nightstand. He lights the candle and places it on the table. Mel’s mouth drops open when Noah rips the comforter off the bed, casting it to the ground. At each end of the bed, he adjusts the bed restraints so they are snug around the mattress.

“Sensory deprivation can help you focus all your attention on how I make you feel.” Noah hands Mel the earplugs. “And remember if you need everything to stop, just say ‘stop’.

“I understand,” Mel says as she puts the earplugs back in. 

“I’m going to start slow, ok?” Mel nods her head. “Now that we have deprived your sense of hearing I’m going to ask you to close your eyes.” 

Mel’s heartbeat pulses in her ears as she shuts her eyes tight. Excitement and arousal begin to bubble in her stomach. Noah’s breath is hot when it tickles her face. Warm and soft lips trail kisses along her jaw. Mel lets out a breathy moan as Noah nips at the delicate skin of her neck. Noah’s deep chuckle rumbles against her ear. 

Mel flinches as Noah’s fingertips graze her shoulders as he pulls down the straps of the dress. Mel sucks in a breath as Noah draws lazy circles on her shoulders and chest with the pad of a finger. With a tug, the dress falls to the floor. Goosebumps spread over Mel’s arms as she shakes slightly to the unexpected cool air. 

To his surprise, Mel doesn’t cover herself in shame like other girls might. She just stands there in her rose-colored lingerie with her eyes still closed, perfectly still for him to admire. Noah has to clench his fist to hold back the urge to touch her. He has to take this slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her. 

Noah walks over to the bed and grabs the mask then beelines for the bedside table. Noah chuckles to himself as he slips on his leather glove. Carefully, Noah slips the mask over Mel’s eyes. With his gloved hand, Noah tilts Mel’s head slightly and brushes his thumb over her lower lip. 

“Glove… leather glove?” Mel’s brows furrow turning the idea over in her head. 

“Is that what you think it is? Describe the way it feels to me.” Noah glides his fingertip down her jaw and throat. He rests his hand open around her neck, rubbing small circles on the side.

“It’s soft and smells like leather… and sweat?” Mel giggles. “Oh, it’s your concert glove isn’t it?” 

Noah can’t help but throw his head back and laugh. “Yes, yes it is Melly. I can’t believe you got that correct.” Noah caresses her cheek. 

“Open up.” Mel swallows down an excited giggle as she opens her mouth sticking her tongue out. Suddenly something small and…sour hits her tongue. Mel’s face twists as the tangy candy melts and coats her tongue. 

“Noah what the-” Noah grasps the back of Mel’s neck and crashes his lips onto hers spearing her lips apart with his tongue. Noah’s shoulders tense as the tartness from the candy touches his tongue. Mel groans as Noah explores her mouth further. When he breaks the sloppy kiss he grins from ear to ear. 

“How did that taste?” Noah chuckles.

“Sour and...” Mel licks her lips. “Lemon!”  Arousal pools in Noah’s gut as Mel bites her lip. He can’t wait to taste her again.

“The shock of the sour can be enough to quiet the racing thoughts.”

“It was a definite shock to the system for sure, but fun! Can I have another?” Mel’s heart is about to burst from her ribcage with excitement. Noah grins, “Maybe.” 

Mel takes a sharp inhale of breath as Noah presses his body against hers and wraps his fingers around her wrists restraining them to her sides. Noah nips at her earlobe. “Sound”, he whispers. He kisses each of her eyes covered by the mask. “Sight,” he continues. Noah peppers kisses down the bridge of Mel’s nose to the tip of her adorable button nose. “Smell.” The light pressure around her wrists disappears when Noah lets her go. Mel’s lips part slightly with anticipation. She can feel Noah’s stare burning a hole in her soul.  Without warning, Noah turns Mel’s hands over and kisses each of the pads of her fingers. A sweet soft sound escapes Mel's lips. “Touch,” Noah says softly as he releases her hands. 

“How do you feel?” Noah asks. 

“Really good,” Mel’s voice comes out more breathy than she wanted. 

Noah closes the space between them. “Shall we continue?” He asks as he tilts her head with his gloved hand.

“Please, Noah.” His name on Mel’s desperate lips makes his dick twitch. Noah answers her with a heated kiss and then leads her to the bed. Noah helps Mel unfasten her lacy bra and then she steps out of her panties. If Noah could high-five himself he would as he snatches her panties and tosses them in the drawer of his bedside table. 

“Lay down on your back, dear. I’ve got you,” Noah coos as Mel scoots to the center of the bed. As Noah binds her wrists and ankles in the soft cuffs, he reviews the safewords. Noah crawls between Mel’s legs and sits back on his heels to admire her bare form. 

“You are gorgeous, you know what Mel?” Noah licks his lips as a blush creeps over Mel’s cheeks and chest.

“Thanks,” Mel says softly still trying to wrap her head around this moment. 

“Uh uh, I see those wheels turning again Mel.” Noah starts to trace lines down her chest and tummy with his gloved hand. “Focus on me and how I make you feel.” Noah watches as Mel shivers to his touch.  “That’s it, give in to the sensation.”  His hand roams back up to her breast where he lazily draws circles around her now pebbled nipple. Mel yelps when Noah pinches her nipple then the other one. Mel’s breathing quickens as Noah’s gloved hand snakes its way between her thighs and onto her sex.

“What do you want?” Noah asks as he cups her pussy. Noah bites back a groan as her heat saturates his glove. 

“You,” Mel whimpers. 

Noah adjusts above her as he slides his non-dominant hand between her folds. He takes his time teasing her clit with the soft leather garment. Noah wants Mel to beg for his touch. Mel's legs tense against the restraints. Noah watches as she bites her lip but a soft moan escapes anyway. 

“Use your words, Mel,” Noah says firmly keeping a steady circle around her clit.

“Touch me, please.” 

In an instant, Noah pulls away from Mel and off the bed. Mel’s heartbeat quickens as adrenaline and arousal course through her. Her clit throbs at the absence of Noah’s touch. Muffled sounds of clothes and a belt hitting the wooden floor filter through her blocked ears. The bed creaks as Noah makes his way over Mel’s bound legs. Mel squirms against her restraints trying desperately to touch Noah as his body heat emanates above her. 

“Please,” Mel whimpers softly. 

Noah obliges with a chaste kiss on her cheek, then trails tender kisses down her jaw and brushes his lips against hers. Mel answers back with a kiss. Noah deepens the kiss as he teases the tip of his cock at her entrance. 

“Desperate little thing aren’t you?” Noah smirks as he wets the tip with her slickness. 

He sits back to watch Mel’s cheeks flush. Mel huffs in frustration and then abruptly inhales sharply as Noah pinches both of her nipples with his bare hands. He grazes his fingertips along her sides, inch by inch until he digs his nails into her hips. Mel yelps as the pain spreads through her. 

“Breathe through the pain.” Noah watches Mel’s chest rise and fall. “That’s it.” 

Noah braces Mel’s thighs with elbows as he takes he leans down to nibble at the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. He soothes each bite with a tender kiss. Mel’s moans get louder encouraging Noah to do the same to her other thigh. 

“God Noah-” Mel starts.

“There’s no God here,” Noah growls then splits her folds apart with his tongue. 

Mel bucks her hips.

Noah bares down digging his nails into her to keep her steady. Noah can’t wait to let her loose. He flicks the tip of his tongue over her clit as Mel starts to mewl.  He speeds up his pace as he plunges two fingers into slick pussy.

“Fuck Noah,” Mel yells thrashing against her restraints. 

Mel’s fists clench and her legs start to tense; toes curling. Noah finds a rhythm with his fingers hitting just the right spot and he licks and sucks at her sensitive bud. 

“That’s it Mel, come for me.” 

Mel’s walls clench around his fingers drenching him in the process. Mel throws her head back as she screams his name. Noah keeps his steady pace as he finger fucks her through her orgasm. As Mel comes down from her high, she squirms as Noah drags his fingers from her pussy and then licks up her juices. 

“You taste amazing, Mel,” Noah moans between licks of his fingers. Once Noah is satisfied, he unfastens each of the restraints and pulls off the sleep mask. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

Noah’s big brown eyes and dazzling grin are the first things Mel sees as her eyes adjust. Tendrils stick to his forehead, framing his angular face. His shoulder and neck muscles tense as he breathes heavily. 

Mel caresses his cheek with her hand. “Hi.” 

Noah melts into her touch, hungry for more. So is Mel. Mel pulls Noah to her lips tilting her head slightly as she splits his lips open with her tongue. Mel trails her hands up the side of Noah’s face then tugs at the roots. Noah groans against her lips.  

Noah pulls from their heated kiss. “So needy for my touch,” he smirks as he pushes the tip of his hard covered cock into her entrance. Mel’s back arches slightly as digs her nail into Noah’s back forcing him to stretch her walls further. 

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” Noah's lashes flutter for a second then spring open when Mel wraps her legs around Noah’s waist. She pushes her heels into his back and grips his hips. It's Noah’s undoing and he can’t stop himself from thrusting into her fast and hard. 

“Yes, Noah!” Mel screams as she shuts her eyes tight. Noah slows his pace when he notices her closed eyes. 

“Eyes on me Mel. I want to watch you come undone.” Noah commands. 

Her bright green eyes are blown wide. Noah rewards Mel by grazing his thumb over her engorged clit then plunges his cock deep inside. A few more deep thrusts and stars speckle Mel’s vision. Mel’s eyes threatened to roll back but somehow she manages to keep her eyes on him as Noah fucks her through her mindblowing orgasm. 

“Atta girl, Mel,” Noah says between thrusts. “I’m almost-” Noah fucks her faster as he releases into her. Noah grunts when he slides out of her; her juices drenching his sheets. He quickly ties up the condom and before leaving the bed Noah kisses Mel on the forehead. 

“You ok?” Noah asks.

“Yeah.” Is all Mel can muster in her blissed-out state. 

“Good,” Noah grins as he helps Mel sit up. 

After they both clean themselves off, Noah changes the sheets and grabs a shirt and sweats for Mel to change into. While Mel changes he too dresses and then crawls into bed. Noah looks up when the bathroom door closes to find Mel drowning in fabric. She giggles softly when their eyes meet. 

“Come here,” Noah gestures for Mel to join him. Entangled in each other’s arms, both Mel and Noah drift off to sleep. 

[mysticdoodlez]

Me: I need primal play with Noah like... now.

Friend: That's disturbing. Why would you want that?

Me: ...

[the-way-of-words]

You Drive Me Crazy // prompt fic

Hi there! Sorry it's taking me some time to get to the smut prompts... ✨life✨ is a thing and sometimes it's hard, but thank you for your patience! @thebadchic asked for Noah with #30 "You don't understand how angry I am right now." and #50 "You're all mine." - "Mhm" - "Say it." - "I'm all yours." Content warnings: jealousy, rough-ish sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. It's not real, it never happened. Scroll on if that's not your thing

Enjoy!

Master list can be found here

The door slams behind Noah as he follows you into the house, leaning against the doorway as you turn to him. “Will you just let it go?”

“No.” He retorts, “Because you don’t understand how angry I am right now.” 

Rolling your eyes, you plant your hands on your hips. “Are you kidding me? I know exactly how angry you are right now.” You scoff before you take a step forward, “I know you Noah. I smiled at your friend a little too much and you got all twisted.” 

His jaw ticks and you know you’re right. It may be playing with fire but you keep going anyway. “Do I need to remind you we’re not exactly in a relationship here… You’re too busy for one of those, remember? We’re both free to explore other options as long as we’re up front with one another. Your rules.” 

You’re pushing it and you know it. What started out as a string of casual one offs quickly turned into something more when both of you found it increasingly harder to leave the other’s bed the morning after. It hurt, when you eventually had the talk and he let you know as much as he liked you, he couldn’t do a relationship right now and while you’re not one to sit and wait around for a guy; there was something about Noah that kept you coming back. 

There had to be something about you too, because he’s the one that joined you in the cab after you decided to head home for the night.

“It was more than that and you know it.” Noah says, leaning forward to get into your space a little. “You seem to forget, I know exactly how you flirt, how you look when you’re hoping to get some.” 

He’s right and you were. But running into him and a friend of his you had only met a handful of times had been an accident. Even so, you couldn’t deny that Davis was cute and when he started flirting with you, who were you to say no? It was harmless, really, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of you that got a little excited. Especially when the man’s hand landed on your thigh and you could feel Noah’s eyes burning into when his friend’s thumb rubbed back and forth over the black denim of your jeans. 

“So what, Noah? I’m sorry I got a little close with Davis, but once again… I’m not yours.” 

He pushes away from your door, stepping into your space and even though you’d never tell him, you feel yourself grow wet as you tilt your head back to look at him. “You sure about that?” He asks. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I’m the one you’ve been calling when you need a little release. When you need someone to hold you down and fuck you into next week.” 

“Well,” you say, placing your hands on his chest before you lightly push him away, “maybe I’m tired of being in limbo. Maybe I want something more… and maybe Davis could be the one to give it to me.”

Noah grabs you by the waist as your turn from him, pushing you against the wall, “See, I don’t think so,” he says, laughing derisively, “I bet if I stick my hand inside these pants of yours, you’d be wet for me… Not Davis, me.”

You snort, yet you don’t stop him when he undoes the button of your jeans, nor when he pulls the zipper down.. “Are you sure about that?” Your head moves against the wall as you meet his gaze defiantly, “I caught myself staring at his mouth a couple times tonight, he seems like he’d be able to show me a good time. I wonder how that beard of his would feel on my thighs… or how that long hair would feel between my fingers. Do you think he’d let me pull it while he--”

He smirks, leaning in to speak quietly into your ear before slipping his hand into your panties, “Because you’re mine.” You try to roll your eyes at him when he moves his head back, but then his fingers are brushing against you, a sound somewhere between a choked gasp and moan falling from your lips. You’re wet, just like he knew you would be and before you can feel any sort of discontent at his victory, he’s rubbing soft circles around your clit. Pleasure burns low in your belly, his clever fingers touching you exactly how you want it. 

“Yeah,” he says, lowly, “thought so.” 

You can hear the triumph in his voice and before you’re even aware of it, you’re pushing him away from you. 

Caught off guard, he stumbles backwards a few steps, and you follow, fisting your hands in his shirt, uttering a soft shut up as you pull his mouth to yours. The kiss almost feels like a fight; you nip at his lip taking the sensitive flesh between our teeth and he answers by shoving his tongue into your mouth. You’re not even aware you’re moving until the two of you bump into your couch and you push him down, letting him pull your jeans to the floor. Your hands work at his pants quickly, pulling the waistband as soon as they’re unbuttoned as shoving them down his thighs before you straddle his lap.

“I can’t fucking believe you—” he cuts off, gasping when your hand closes around his shaft, tugging him teasingly, your thumb brushing against his tip. “I can’t fucking believe you.” Noah says again, words pressed against your lips, one of his hands tangling in your hair as you sink down onto him. 

You take him deep, rolling your hips desperately, crying out when the hand in your hair tugs your head back so he can lick and suck at your throat. 

“God, you drive me crazy.” He bites out, nipping at your throat a little harder as if to prove a point. 

Your hips twist. “Fuck, Noah. I know… I know.” Because you do. You feel the same way; no one has ever managed to get under your skin quite the way he has. 

He pulls your head towards his, grunting when you clench around him, “You’re all mine.” 

You don’t understand what he’s saying at first, too consumed with the slick drag of his cock along your walls as you move over him; until those big hands of his close around your hips, stopping your movement. “You’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” and it’s true; you are. You have been for a while now, as much as you’ve tried to fight it. But that doesn’t seem to be what he wants to hear because he still doesn’t release you, doesn’t let you move. 

“Say it.” He says, punctuating the words with a shallow thrust up into you. His hands tighten around your hips, fingers flexing when you grind your hips into his. It's only a small movement, with the grip he’s got on you, but it lights you up all the same. You moan, digging your fingers into his shirt where it rests on his shoulders. “Come on,” he says, bumping your nose with his as he lets you continue to grind on him, “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I-I’m all yours.” 

“That’s right… No one else’s but mine.” His hold is still strong, but now he uses it to kickstart your movement, moving you back and forth on his cock until you pick up the rhythm. “Oh fuck,” he curses, “Fuck, c’mon, touch yourself for me… please.”

Nodding, you grant his request, working your fingers between you to play with your clit. It only takes a few strokes until you're clamping down on him, eyes rolling back as you feel the heat in your belly explode and you cry out.

Noah grunts, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he chases his own release; voice cutting off sharply when he stills and you can feel him twitch as he empties into you. Spent, you let yourself fall to the side, earning you a sharp gasp when he leaves your heat. It’s quiet as you come down, both of you trying to catch your breath, until Noah groans, moving forward to pull his underwear back on.

“Come on.” He gestures, pulling you up so he can herd you into your bedroom where you sit on your bed while he digs through your drawers to find you something to sleep in. It feels weirdly intimate, more so than when he was inside you just minutes ago, as he hands you your favorite sleep shirt. He even pulls your blanket back for you while you change, looking unsure as you crawl beneath it. 

“Are you gonna stay?” 

His eyebrows lift in surprise at your question, mouth falling open, “I --”

You roll your eyes and sigh, “Noah, get in the bed.”

He laughs quietly, but follows your request, sliding in beside you. You’re both silent for a few moments until, “I’m sorry. For,” he sighs, “getting jealous like that. I know we’re not in a relationship or anything, and I know I set that line…” He trails off, letting the sentence hang. 

“You know,” you say, turning to look at him, “I think you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” 

He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before replying, “As if there was ever any doubt…” 

~fin~

[collapsedglasshouses]

Mine [Noah Sebastian x Singer!Reader]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Singer!Reader (female)

SUMMARY: You are Noah's girlfriend and helped him out during the concert, because he lost his voice. After the performance he wants to thank you.

WARNINGS: swearing, SMUT, MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex (P in V) (don’t do that), fingering, (let me know if i missed something)

A/N: Surprise! Two uploads today! This idea came to my mind because of I See Stars and Erra helping the boys out. If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging!

TAGLIST: @measuredingold (LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST)

Today had been entirely different than you originally thought. You visited your boyfriend of almost a year on tour and planned to stay in the background.

Being a well known singer in a band as well, you met the boys over a mutual friend, Jesse Cash. You had met Jesse around three years ago when he helped you and your band write on your new album and even featured on it.

Becoming friends with Jesse made it almost impossible to not meet the boys and you were more than pleasantly surprised of how well you all got along.

You almost immediately clicked with Noah, having this mutual interest in music and creating art while living similar lifestyles.

It almost came naturally how quickly Noah and you got closer. First it started with some hang outs that often included creating music together. Those hang outs quickly turned into self-named "friend dates" and before you really realised it, you were suddenly the "friends" who thought it was totally normal to occasionally make out and have sex.

It took you almost a year to admit your feelings for each other. But when you finally did, you did everything you could to find time for each other.

You two being singers of bands that had the opportunity to blow up over night, made it pretty hard to match schedules.

That is why you were more than relieved when you got a couple of weeks off and decided to join your boyfriend and your friends on their tour.

But when you arrived your happy mood quickly changed. After greeting Folio and Jesse, you asked were your boyfriend was but when you found him, he looked everything but happy.

"Hey, Baby. What’s wrong?" You immediately asked and left your suitcase next to the door before quickly wrapping your arms around him.

Almost instantly he returned your hug while sighing and rested his head against your neck.

"I'm so fucking done." You immediately noticed what the problem was. His voice was hoarse and rough.

"Oh no…" You muttered under your breath and rubbed his back.

"I couldn’t even sing yesterday. We had to cut the set short." He confessed to you and slowly let go of you.

"Why didn’t you tell me? I could have brought my special tea and some goodies to make you feel better, Noah." You asked him and caressed his cheek. A smile crept onto his face. "You know, I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you, too."

The next couple of hours were filled with planning and even thinking about cancelling the show but when you all set down and ate, Jesse had an idea.

"What if we help you sing? You just sing what you can and we all step in when you can’t." He explained and Matt started to nod. You saw how stressed Matt was, trying to make the best out of the suboptimal situations that kept on happening this tour. "That would actually be a great idea. We can ask Devin, too."

"Y/N can step in, too." Jesse than suggested and gave you a careful look. You stopped chewing when you heard that sentence and immediately looked between Noah and Jesse.

This would have been a big step, considering the fan base didn’t really know about yours and Noah's relationship. It wasn’t like you were really secretive about it, a lot of them were even guessing it, since you always seemed to be near each other but you never really confirmed anything. If you would sing tonight, there would be little to no doubt that something was definitely going on, considering the fact that you had no reason to be there otherwise than being close with one of the boys.

Your eyes locked with Noah’s, who seemed to wait for a response from you while you waited for his. When he didn’t speak up, you cleared your through before taking a sip from you water.

"I could, if you want me to." You offered and felt how Noah's hand slipped onto your thigh. He gave you a reassuring squeeze before looking at the others. "I would love that."

Erra had finished their set ten minutes prior and now you started to sweat. You wouldn’t be on that stage until they played Just Pretend and for Dethrone at the end, but your heart was racing.

"Are you okay?" You heard a voice behind you and shortly after felt a hand on your shoulder. Jesse.

You quickly gave him a smile and nodded. "Yeah. Just nervous."

"You know, you don’t have to do it. Devin can step in for you. I can step in for you." Jesse tried to calm your nerves. He knew exactly why you were this nervous.

"No, I'll do it." You reassured him and he nodded. "It’s just scary, you know. It’s always been just Noah and I. We didn’t answer any questions that had to do with our relationship status, we just kept everything to ourselves and this is going to change now."

"You'll be great." Jesse answered you and you quickly gave him a hug.

When you sang the last note of the song, you felt relieve. The applause totally overwhelmed you, when you suddenly felt a hand sneak around your waist. It was Noah. His eyes were shimmering and his smile was the brightest you had ever seen. It had been a complete success.

You had to grin so much that your cheeks started to hurt. It wasn't like you never experienced something like that, but it just felt different to stand on that stage with your boyfriend.

You all bowed to the audience before walking ever so slowly off the stage. As soon as you were backstage, you all fell into each other's arms.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" Folio exclaimed while slightly jumping up and down. You still couldn't stop smiling. The crowd had been amazing and you had so much fun performing with your boyfriend that you forgot about your concerns entirely. Hell, if you had the option right now you would broadcast to the whole world how much you loved him.

"It was absolutely brilliant." Jolly praised the whole group. Jesse still held onto you before pinching your cheek. "You did so well, I had goose bumps." - "You are one to talk. You sounded so great."

Noah still grinned from ear to ear while looking at you all. "I had so much fun. Thank you all so much for helping me out."

"You did so great, Noah. Even with your not so healthy voice." You praised your boyfriend before giving him a big kiss. He held you close when you broke the kiss again.

When the group made their way to the lounge room, you and Noah walked behind them all. He didn't let go of your hands since you walked off the stage and right now you couldn't be happier.

Right when you were about to catch up to the others, you were dragged into the bathroom that was in the corridor before the lounge. You heard the click of the door, which showed you that it was locked.

"Noah, what-..." You tried to say but you were met with his lips on yours. You instantly felt goose bumps form on your body while he kissed you like you would disappear if he stopped.

"This is your reward, baby." He whispered in your ear and seconds later he softly bit your neck. You could feel how wet you got just from that.

He pressed you against the door and kissed his way back to her face. Before you could even catch a straight thought, he opened your pants and let them slight down your legs while kissing you hard.

"You did so well. You sounded like an angel." He almost moaned into your mouth while his hand found its way into your underwear. You moaned out his name when his fingers found your clit. Even though you already got used to his touches, this time felt so different to you.

His fingers began to circle your clit with swift motions and you felt like you were crumbling into little pieces right in front of him. Your hands found their way into his short hair. At times like this you missed his longer hair, because you couldn't grab onto his shirt hair that easily anymore.

"Fuck. I love you so much." You moaned and let your head fall against the door while you slowly started to shake under his touch.

You almost let out a scream when he suddenly stopped fingering you and instead lifted you onto the bathroom counter in a swift motion. You didn't have the time to react properly because he kissed you again.

"You don't know how much it turned me on, seeing you sing my song on that fucking stage." He groaned into your mouth and pulled your underwear down. "Showing every single one how proud you are to be my girlfriend."

"Fuck, I love being yours." You cried out and started to pull on his tank top to get it off of him.

He smiled at you when you finally got the shirt off of him. "Look at you, so needy." - "Only because of you."

You easily opened his pants, but when you tried to pull them off of him, he grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes. "This is about you, my love. Not me." - "Please, Noah. I need you."

He stared into your eyes but you couldn't form a clear thought in your head and whined again. "Please, Noah. I haven't felt you in so long."

"Is this really what you want?" He asked you in a deep tone and you still could noticed how rough his voice was. You needed to take care of him later. "Please."

"God, you drive me insane, Y/N." He groaned against your mouth before stepping back to pull his pants and underwear down. You felt a rush of heat run through your body when you saw his hardened cock leaking with pre-cum. You needed him so bad, you almost cried out again.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, while you leaned a bit more over the edge of the counter to get closer to him. He ran a hand through his hair, before stepping between your legs and lining himself with your entrance.

He looked you in the eyes again while slowly sinking into you. You moaned out loudly at the feeling of him inside of you, causing him to press a hand over your mouth.

"Even though I love your voice so much, I don't think the boys should hear this." He whispered to you and you slowly began to nod.

His eyes never left yours as he slowly started to move his hips.

He furrowed his eyebrows and his mouth dropped slightly open. His heavy breaths turned in to quiet moans and you thought you were about to lose your mind at the noises he made.

"You feel so fucking good." He almost cried out, causing you to get goose bumps before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. When his thrusts became harder, you felt his hands squeeze your hips even more. You were sure he would leave bruises.

"I love you so much." You whined when you started to feel your orgasm form in your stomach. His head fell onto your shoulder and you felt him twitching inside of you. He also was close.

"I love you." He moaned in your ear and sent you over the edge with that.

You bit down onto his shoulder to contain your moans while you reached your high, clenching around him.

"Oh God." Noah moaned into your ear while his thrusts became more irregular before you felt his cum spread inside of you.

You both held onto each other, while you came down from your highs, before you started to giggle lightly.

"What?" Your boyfriend asked you and slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine quietly at the loss of contact.

"What's so funny?" He asked again when he started to clean you up.

"You tell me to be quiet, just to almost scream." You teased him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, when he gave you a shocked look.

With that you jumped of the counter and reached for your clothes, when he grabbed your hips and turned you to face him.

"If you tease me again, I'll make sure, you're the one to scream." He threatened you.

"PLEASE DON'T. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO ENJOY THERE EVENING WITHOUT HEARING A FULL ON PORN FROM NEXT DOOR." You heard Ruffilo shout through the door of the bathroom.

Your eyes widened and you quickly got ready to leave, but before Noah could reach the door, you grabbed his hand and pull him towards you.

You kiss him deeply, before whispering against his lips: "Now, let's get you into bed. I'll take care of you."

"God, I love you."

[cowpokeomens]

nicholas finger fucking you in front of the rest of the guys :(((( n theyre all degrading you for being such a slut that likes when her bf’s friends watch Oh my lord

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! This started out as a headcanon then turned into 2.5k words. I'm not sorry, but I thought you should know.

It starts with a discussion. 

Nicholas, sweet boy that he is, always wants to make sure all parties are enthusiastically consenting before getting into anything. You’re the one who brings it up first- the thought of being watched, the thought of being watched by those closest to him. You had been hesitant to admit how much it turned you on. But Nicholas is nothing if not a devoted boyfriend who will do whatever it takes to make you come, so he gets to work.

Noah is the first to agree. You, he reasons, are objectively hot. He is, objectively, horny 73% of the time. It works out well, he thinks. The nice thing about Noah is that he helps set boundaries with Nicholas. Nicholas quickly realizes that he’s fine with them watching you, fine with them talking to you. But touching you? Out of the question. The mere thought of it gets Nicholas feeling feisty so he decides to save that for another time, after he sees how this goes.

He also realizes belatedly that he's not sure he wants all his bros to see his fully erect dick yet, so that part gets shelved for another time, too. There's lots of ways to make you come without fucking you, though, so he's not even sweating it.

Next up is Nick- who would be the most surprised at the offer, I think. Like, again, hell yeah, you're hot; But also woah Nicholas is sharing? Inch resting. Asks lots of questions about what he can and can't do, makes Nicholas realize that maybe...... Nick has thought about this before. He bookmarks that thought, Nick helps plot how they're gonna do it. 

Now Jolly. Jolly likes to watch and I'll die on this hill. I've seen this man on a stage, you’ve seen this man on stage, he has a commanding presence, okay? He very much enjoys the idea of watching a display, doesn't get too hung up on it being one of his best friends and said friend's partner, he's just down to clown.

So with the Avengers assembled, Nicholas gets to plotting. It starts with a cozy night in; There's wine, there's a movie, there's dinner. You're feeling loose as a goose, relaxing on the couch with your back against Nicholas' chest when he pipes up. “Remember what we talked about, about the guys watching?"

Um?? Fuck YEAH you remember!!!!

"Mhm" is your demure reply.

"Wanna try that tonight?" His voice is against your ear, kissing you softly there. You give it some real thought, wanting your answer to be honest, not clouded by worry or anxiety. Finally you realized that, yeah, you were ready, so you tell him so.

You could feel his grin. You didn't see it, but he sent off a quick text to the guys with your affirmative. "Color system sound good?" 

"Yep. I'm green. Obviously." 

He’d snort, hands coming around to tug at your nipple. It was just supposed to be a night in, so you were absolutely wearing the largest shirt in Nicholas' closet and a pair of shorts.

You’d arch into his hand as he rolled the bud around between his fingers, as his other hand would start tugging at the hem of your shorts, trying to get them off. Lifting up so he could pull them off, his hand immediately cupping your mound. You'd whimper slightly, grinding up into his hand as your eyes slip closed

"Good girl." He'd say sweetly.

"Good girl?" A snide voice repeats.

Your eyes fly open, landing on Noah's imposing figure standing in the kitchen.

"What kind of 'good girl' let's herself be finger fucked on the couch of a shared living room?" He questions as he fills a glass with water from the fridge. He's looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you don't have. You feel a rush of wetness at his gaze.

Finally he speaks again. "Folio, come check out the show."

Your cheeks turn crimson at his words, but soon Nick comes into view, freezing when he sees you. A smirk makes its way across his face. "Well, what do we have here?"

Your legs come together instinctively, trying to hide yourself from their hungry stares.

"Nope, open them up" Nick barks. "Noah got to see, now it's my turn."

Slowly, you open your legs back up for them, blushing profusely at the vulnerability. You could feel Nicholas' fingers back on you, stroking your folds softly. He went just a little deeper and you shivered, body arching into him.

"She's so fucking wet, dude." Nick said to Noah.

The way they talked about you- like you weren't even there- sent sparks up your spine.

"Of course she's wet." Noah said flatly. "Little slut likes being watched."

That made you gasp, grinding into Nicholas' hand again.

"Where's Jolly at? He'd get a kick out of this" Noah asked, still looking at you. 

"I'm here." came a lightly accented voice in the doorway opposite them. You jumped again at his presence.

"Take a look." Nick gestured with a nod in your direction. Jolly finally looked your way, cocking his head to the side.

"Not much of a surprise, is it? I mean, we all knew she was a greedy little whore." Nick shrugged.

Jolly nods. He's the first to speak to Nicholas. "How many times can she come?"

Your mouth goes dry. You can feel Nicholas looking down at you, then he speaks.

"As many times as I feel like."

You gulp loudly, Jolly giving you an evil grin. "Bit late to be nervous, pretty girl. We can all see how wet your slutty little hole is."

Your mouth is open, panting. "Oh, she likes that." Noah is smiling too, the kind of smile you see in horror films. "Likes knowing all her boyfriend's friends know what a dirty girl she is. How bad do you wanna come?"

Your chest is heaving, you can't even think of words. Nicholas slaps your pussy once, to get your attention, making you moan at the contact. 

"Stop being rude. They asked you a question." He pushes.

"I-" You stammer "I wanna come."

Noah rolls his eyes, Nick outright laughs at you.

"You can do better than that." Jolly finally says.

"Please" Your voice is barely above a whisper. "I wanna come so bad, please."

"The little slut does know how to beg, isn't that nice?" Nick croons at you.

They're all slowly moving closer to you, and you finally snap.

"Please, please, I'll be so good, please I wanna come-"

"That's better." Noah praised. "Now take off your panties. They look soaked anyways."

You were scrambling to yank off the garment before he had even finished his sentence. Before you could lay back down, Jolly spoke up. "Shirt too."

You felt your blush deepen, but did as he said, laying back against Nicholas again. "Color?" You heard him whisper.

"Green" you breathed, wriggling around, trying to get comfortable.

"Good girl." Jolly said before Nicholas could. 

You didn't have time to linger on that before Nicholas was stuffing two fingers deep inside you. Your back arched off his chest, a wanton moan escaping you.

"Christ, didn't ease her into it, did ya?" Nick muttered.

"She likes it." Nicholas said flatly, pulling his fingers out to thrust them back in.

"Oh yeah? Do you like that, slutty girl?" Noah asked you, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

You nodded profusely, canting your hips into Nicholas' fingers.

"Look at her go, she'd probably just fuck herself if you let her." Noah sneered.

"Let's try it." Nicholas said, halting his movement, fingers still inside you

You understood immediately what they expected of you, shame coloring your cheeks as you began fucking yourself on your boyfriend's fingers in earnest.

You couldn't fight back the moan that you made, hands coming up to cover your face in shame. 

“Hands by your sides.” Jolly commanded immediately. 

Your hands came down instinctively, fingers digging into your thighs as you looked at them all helplessly. 

“Think she could come like that?” Nick wondered aloud.

You could feel Nicholas’ smirk behind you. “Wanna see?”

He curled his fingers up inside you, aiming them just barely left, and- oh fuck.

“Fuck-” was your only warning before you were shuddering through your orgasm, walls clenching around Nicholas’ fingers. Your legs shifted as the waves passed over your body, toes curling. You were still panting when Jolly spoke.

“Again.”

You gasped, head swiveling around to look at each of them. Even Nick was grinning now, obviously pleased with the direction the evening took. Nicholas slapped your pussy once, again, directing your attention back to him. 

“Ask to come again.” He demanded. 

“What-” You were cut off by another slap, making your whole body shake with the stimulation. 

“Color?” He asked quickly.

“Green.” Was your immediate response. He kissed your temple once, then slapped your pussy a third time.

“Ask to come again.” He repeated. 

“Can I come again?” You whined.

A fourth slap. You could feel your own wetness leaking out of your hole, sliding down your thighs. 

“You can do better than that. Put on a show for our friends.” His words were directly in your ear, breath hot on your neck.

“Please, can I come again, please- I need it so bad, please-” You were a stuttering mess, wriggling around in his lap. 

“That’s a good girl.” Nick said approvingly, sounding smug. You didn’t have time to relish in your victory before Nicholas was rubbing at your clit, the slide of his fingers having virtually no drag amongst the wetness of your pussy. 

“The little whore is gonna ruin the couch.” Noah stated flatly, as if you weren’t about to lose your mind in front of him.

Jolly snorted. “Like you won’t be in here trying to wring out the cushions into your morning coffee tomorrow.”

“Fuck off.” Was Noah’s quick-witted response. 

You could barely hear them over the sensation of your clit being played with, the overstimulation pushing you so close to the edge. 

“She wants it so bad.” Nick said with a soft chuckle. 

“Tell Nick how bad you want it.” Nicholas’ voice was in your ear again. 

“So bad.” Came your hoarse response. “I want it so bad, please let me come again, please, I’ll be good.”

“Such an obedient girl.” Jolly praised. “Do you always do what you’re told?”

A shiver went up your spine. “Um-”

“No, she doesn’t.” Nicholas answered for you. “I had to practically fuck her through the mattress the other day because she didn’t get her way.” 

Your eyes glazed over at the memory. You’d been extra bratty that day, but putting you in your place was something you knew Nicholas enjoyed thoroughly. 

Jolly tsked at you. “Maybe not so obedient. Maybe you shouldn’t get to come again, if you can’t be good.”

“I’ll be good for you.” Was your automatic reply. Nicholas’ ministrations slowed momentarily, then he plunged three fingers into your waiting cunt. 

You came with a sound so carnal that it left your throat sore. You were shaking, whimpering, clawing at the couch beneath you as you all but convulsed in Nicholas’ lap. 

“Look at how her pussy is clenching.” Nick sounded amused.

There were tears in your eyes now from the constant stimulation. Nicholas was kissing your head, petting down your hair. “Color?”

“Green.” You whined softly. 

“Think you can ride my thigh?” Nicholas questioned, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb.

“Yeah.” You responded, sounding pitiful even to yourself. 

“Three?” Noah asked, looking surprised.

You could hear the smirk in Nicholas’ voice. “She’s had worse.” He shifted you so that his thigh was nestled between your folds, the friction already causing your legs to quake. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.” 

You ground down experimentally, eliciting a moan from yourself that surprised even you. The glide was delicious, smoother and gentler than Nicholas’ calloused fingers. You knew you wouldn’t last long.

Still, you continued to ride his thigh, body on full display for the other three men in the room, who were watching you with rapt attention. 

“Feel good, slutty girl?” Nick questioned, sounding like he already knew the answer.

You nodded, unable to form a cohesive sentence. 

“You have a pretty mouth.” Noah said suddenly. “Shame to see it so empty.”

You shivered at his words, an idea coming into your head. Slowly, deliberately, you brought your hand up to your mouth, popping three fingers in and sucking deeply. 

“Poor slut needs all her needy little holes filled, huh?” Jolly goaded, eyes dark. You realized belatedly that all of them were sporting obvious bulges, pants tenting over their cocks. Nick was outright palming himself. 

While sucking on your own fingers gave you something to focus on besides the feeling of being set on fire, it wasn’t enough to fight off the tears of overstimulation as you grew closer and closer to your third orgasm. They rolled down your cheeks as you ground yourself further and further onto your boyfriend’s thigh. 

“C’mon pretty girl, give us one more.” Nick encouraged, sensing how close you were. 

Nicholas’ hands came up to your waist to help slide you back and forth on his thigh, fingertips digging into your flesh. Your free hand came up to rest atop his, as you popped your fingers out of your mouth. 

“Nicky, I’m so close, I’m-” You all but sobbed to your boyfriend. 

“Shh, I know sweet girl, it’s okay, let go.” He said soothingly.

“No, Nicky I- I-” You stammered.

Realization dawned on him. “That’s okay, baby, you can do it.”

That was all the confirmation you needed as you came with a sob, your slick squirting onto his leg in rivulets. You shook violently as you came, only staying upright due to his hands on your waist. Someone said “Holy shit.” but you couldn’t place the voice, overcome with pleasure as you trembled through it. 

You were still shaking as Nicholas pulled you down into his chest, rubbing arcs onto your back. “Good girl, you did so good baby, good job.” He was whispering in your ear softly. A split second later, Noah was there with a glass of water for you. You took it and gulped it down gratefully, giving him a small, “Thank you.”

Jolly was next, laying a blanket over the both of you, hands careful not to brush against you. You hadn’t realized you were shivering, and you were about to thank him when Nick handed you a sleeve of Ritz crackers, making you giggle at the gesture. 

“Thanks guys.” You gave them a small smile, tearing open the package and nibbling on a cracker. 

“Thank you.” Nick said with a bow, making you laugh again. 

“Seriously, I’m gonna go have some ‘me’ time and burn the last 2 hours into my brain so I can recall it when needed.” Noah said with a grin. 

“I was thinking of having a frame by frame storyboard tattooed on my back.” Jolly added helpfully. 

You snorted. “Guys, please no brain burning or tattoos. There’s always next time.”

They all froze, then spoke in unison. 

“Next time?”

[nerdraging4point0]

The Scorpion and the Scales Masterpost

Synopsis: Eve is a metalhead attending her two favorite concerts. Selfies and a quick moment with Noah has Eve smitten with the singer. The night heats up when Chris of Motionless in White brings her to his hotel for a hot one-night stand. Despite what she thought would be a one-night stand, the interaction turns into a long-distance flirtationship. By chance, Noah DM's Eve and she is soon caught between a triangle of two rival singers.

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

BTS: I was dormant writer for a hot minute. Then I stumbled upon @the-way-of-words polyverse story and suddenly brainrot erupted into a series that I thought would be subpar. Turns out it lead me to nine of the most beautiful human beings that I have the pleasure of calling my friends. Although I removed the story for a good bit, I brought it back due to so many fans requests. It has been edited as the first drafts were an old me and I missed a lot to the growth of it.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 // Chapter 21 // Chapter 22

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[deathblacksmoke]

you’ve got a pretty way about you

pairing: noah sebastian x fem reader

cw: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m)

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming

if you would like to be tagged, please let me know :)

author’s note: just a tiny little sexy little drabble. @concretenoah started this brainrot and has been helping me brainstorm for weeks. it has been haunting our text thread. i want it gone from me. from our silly little brains to yours, y’all enjoy 🤍

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“Is all this for me?” Noah asks, running his fingers gently down your slit and through your wetness.

You feel small and loved as he watches, his eyes glazed over as he admires you. You’ll never get used to the way it makes your skin burn.

You sigh when he presses a finger against your clit before running it back down and he chuckles, looking up at you.

“There she is.” Noah says, resting his head against your thigh with a smile. The heat radiating off his cheeks onto your bare skin makes you ache for him. “I asked you a question, baby. Is all this for me?”

You gasp at the feeling of his breath ghosting over you, raising your head off the pillow briefly to look down at him and nod. You know he prefers when you use your words but he lets it slide this time, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

When he fingers through your folds again, it makes you shiver. His index and middle finger gently spread you open and he gasps, focused on the way they glisten with you. You almost want to close your legs and crawl away, shy under his gaze.

The thoughts leave you when his tongue dips between your folds, barely licking inside. He’s always so slow, so delicate with it. It makes your tummy flip, being the center of his attention like this.

“So pretty.” He says, awestruck, not looking at your face but focused on your center still. Your cheeks heat as you sink deeper into the mattress, letting yourself get lost in the feeling when he licks over you again, more insistent, sucking your clit into his mouth.

The feeling consumes you. You’ve been wet and needy for him since the moment he closed the bedroom door and pinned you against it. You’ve been vibrating with want, unable to settle, since the moment he laid you down and covered your body with his.

The sight of him between your legs sets you on fucking fire. You cry out when he moans against you, slipping two of his fingers inside.

The practiced ease with which he fingers you always has you seeing stars. You struggle to catch your breath as he curls his fingers, rubbing insistently against that spot inside you that makes you gasp and grind your hips down into his hand and his mouth.

His face is buried like he wants to drown in you. And sometimes you think maybe he does, with the way he gets lost in it, groaning as he licks between your folds, long fingers rubbing against that spot like getting you there is the only thing he’s ever wanted.

And you’re getting there. You’re so close and when you look between your legs, you see him rutting his hips against the mattress, chasing his own end, moaning and gasping.

You tangle your fingers through his hair, riding his face before squeezing your eyes shut and allowing yourself to completely lose yourself in it.

“Noah,” you whine as you cum, gasping before yanking at his hair, pulling his face up to kiss you once you’re too sensitive. “Let me see you cum, baby.”

He groans into your mouth, and you feel the shift as he takes his cock out of his pants but doesn’t stop kissing you for a moment.

When he straightens up, his hand is moving over himself so frantically you can tell he’s close. Your eyes glaze over with need, to see him finish and to hear him when he does.

He gasps out your name and hunches forward as you feel his cum paint the skin of your belly, the sound and the sight making you dizzy.

“Thank you.” He whispers into your mouth before kissing you thoroughly.

“No, thank you.” You respond, happy and sated.

[concreteburialplot]

(Don't Cry Over) Spilled Wine

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader x noah sebastian

word count; 6.1k | crossposted: ao3

other work masterlists; here

warnings; filthy lol, sub!reader/sub!noah, angry mean brat tamer!nicholas, established thruple relationship, dom/sub/sub, thigh riding, handjobs, cum play/eating, degrading, teasing, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving), creampie, orgasm denial/delay, 18++ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

summary; you decide that Nicholas is paying more attention to a stupid magazine than you and Noah, so you try to get his attention the only way you know how.

a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

p.s. pls don't hate me for this 🥲

Your boyfriend thumbs mindlessly through the most recent magazine that has his face plastered all over. Your eyes track his every movement like a lion stalking a gazelle. Long tattooed fingers crease the edges of glossy pages on the left and on the right, his fingertips interrupt the condensation on a wine filled glass.

On the other side of the suede couch sits your partner, Noah, the other face plastered across the cover. Long chocolate locks and potent ink that never ceases to mesmerize you. He sits playing on his phone while you’re glued to the marble bar across from them.

Things had been busy and quiet lately with tour coming and press, and it’s a while since you’d stirred up any trouble. But this particularly calm night inspiration struck you and you decide you want attention.

You begin to slowly cross the plush carpeted floor when his eyes catch on to your movements. His gaze stays on you while the other catches on to your ruse, quietly locking his phone and setting it faced down.

“What are ya doin?” Nicholas’s voice rasps, propping up a thick eyebrow watching your every step.

“Nothin’.” You shrug finally reaching him, “It’s just you’re givin’ that dumb magazine more attention than me.” In a swift movement before he could even stop you, your knees land on each side of his knee, your ass planted right on the magazine.

He clears his throat, “You’ve crushed my magazine.” Anger clearly bubbling in him, but it only fuels your actions, you want more. Noah’s innate reflex mimics your actions, sliding closer to where you both are.

“Well, it seemed like the only way I’d get to sit on your face.” You shrug, spreading your legs further apart on him to get closer in his lap, the magazine crunching beneath you. A glimmer of pride stretches across your face from the visible clench in his jaw.

“Well, you’re not doin’ yourself any favors by pulling this shit.” His voice raspy and restrained, yet it pushes you even further. Your hips begin slowly rutting back and forth on the magazine in his lap, your panty-covered cunt sliding across the pages covered with both your boyfriend’s faces. “So, this is what we’re doin’ huh? Just because you want my tongue in your pussy you get to ruin my magazine?”

His words only worsen the wetness pooling in the panties pressing against the magazine. Your ruts speed up ever so slightly and the faster you go the further your lips spread over his propped thigh. Your sneaking brunette sidekick slithers his way next to Nicholas yet, his focus never leaves you. Noah’s hand makes its way up his free thigh and began palming the strain in his black jeans. Nicholas’ eyes finally snap over at him almost as a warning. “So, you both wanna test me today huh?”

You let out a tiny whimper from how much momentum you’ve escalated to. “I don’t know Nick…are we?” Noah teases as he slides his way onto Nick’s other thigh matching your movements, grinding himself against his leg. “Y/n is right…you were paying more attention to that dumb magazine than us.” His hands slide up Nick’s plain black shirt before leaning down into his neck starting sloppy kisses over his tan, tattooed skin. Your eyes trail down Noah’s lean body, and the bit of chest that’s exposed from his sleeveless shirt makes you more ravenous.

Nicholas lets out a groan, shifting further down the couch to accommodate both of you in his lap. “Look how needy you both are for me, it’s borderline pathetic.” His free hand slides up his outer thigh while the other remains holding the wine glass on your side. He slips a finger into the band of Noah’s sweats, tugging them down to reveal the erection in his boxers. “You know y/n…you started this, I think you should wait your turn.”

“That’s not fair!” You whine and grind harder against his thigh, “I needed you first.” You scrunch his shirt in your fist.

“Oh Darlin’, that’s just too bad. You shoulda thought of that before actin’ like a little slut.” He taunts. Nicholas slips the brunette’s boxers down, his long cock springing free. It’s almost embarrassing how your mouth waters at the mere sight of it. He spits into his hand and begins to work his hand on Noah and causes whimpers to escape his mouth. As much as you’re needy for Nick, Noah’s noises turn you on even more. He ruts into his fist, his lips still sucking on his neck.

You want his attention back on you, so you pull your flowy dress over your head, the cold air peaking your nipples. Nicholas’s gaze returns to you, falling to your bare breasts, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of you. The attempt not only catches the attention from him but Noah as well. He sits up while Nick is still pumping him and leans over to wrap his lips around your nipple, circling the nub with his tongue. Your eyes meet his as he sucks on your tit, his own hand sneaking up your thigh. The anticipation of his touch rages a buzzing in your core. But before he could reach where you needed him most, Nicholas snatches his wrist. “Nu uh, did I say you were allowed to touch her?” He scolds. “She’s waiting her turn remember?”

Noah tugs off your tit with a pop and gives Nicholas a frown, “Sorry.” You let out a tiny sob at the loss of stimulation.

“It’s alright babydoll.” He coos up at him, “Just don’t fucking do it again.” He warns then swipes his thumb across Noah’s tip to gather any precum before pulling his hand from his cock.

“I’m just tryin’ to teach y/n a lesson.” Nicholas’ eyes focus back on you with a devious look swirling in his grey eyes. His wet hand drifts to your lips, spreading a bit of both his spit and Noah’s precum on your lips, “Open.” He commands. You blink at him as if to beg not to – you don’t know how much more you can take and you know tasting both of them would only make you even more needy. But you oblige, not wanting to find out the punishment if you defy him. You delicately wrap your hand around his wrist as you take his drenched fingers into your mouth and suck on them. Your eyes close at their taste, echoing a moan around his digits.

“Aw what’s wrong Darlin’? You like the way he tastes? Does it make you wanna suck his pretty cock?” He ridicules in the cruelest tone, letting you know that he isn’t playing around.

Your eyes widen at his words but only muster out an, “Mhm.” pathetically around his fingers, sucking them just as you would his cock. Your actions speed up on his thigh, your own wetness seeping from your panties and onto the glossy pages. It seems though, that you got so lost in the friction that your desperate rutting knocked the wine glass onto the couch, spilling white wine all over the fabric. Luckily none landing on either of you or breaking the glass.

A chilling fear immediately runs down your spine once you realize your mistake and his darkened eyes confirms it. You glance over at Noah, his brown eyes as wide as saucers, just as terrified. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.” He growls. While fear of the inevitable punishment terrifies you, it also worsened the rampant pulsing in your clit.

A hard smack landed on your partner’s ass causing a sharp yelp to leave his lips, “Up.” He commanded and he listened, pulling from his thigh. “Clothes off. Now.”

He got up and slinked out of his sweats and boxers, then tugged his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground. Before moving any further, he places a quick kiss on your cheek, a small tradition you have to comfort each other during punishing situations such as these. He looks at Nick for instruction and he just pointed back onto his thigh. He nods and reclaims his position.

He lets out a whine the minute Nicholas is jerking him off again. The scene is absolute torture, your mind is scrambling from how worked up and wet you are. Nicholas uses his other hand to unzip his jeans to pull out his own hard member. Noah’s cock might make your mouth water, but Nick’s makes your pussy ache. He seizes your wrist, his hold almost painful as he brings your hand to his mouth. While keeping eye contact with you as he spits into your palm then brings it to his length. You obey his silent demand and begin palming his cock.

His hand is still on yours almost guiding your movements on him. “You see what you do to me?” His words make you melt in his hands and your walls clench around nothing. “This is your fault.” His thick brows lower menacingly. “And you’re gonna fix it.”

The threat causes you to gulp and arousal to pool in your panties. Just touching it drives you mad with thoughts of him being inside you – the way you can barely fully wrap your hand around it reminds you how much it’ll hurt when he stretches you out.

He lets out a low groan as you worked on him and Noah is a whimpering, rutting pathetic mess. From the increase in Noah’s sobs and his twitching cock, you know they are both close, which hopefully means it will be your turn soon. Though, from your little fuck up a turn wasn’t quite guaranteed. He rolls his hips into Nick’s fist desperately, his hand gripped tightly onto his shirt. You want nothing more than to be on either of their mouths, their fingers, anything.

As Noah draws to his precipice, you notice Nicholas pick up the empty wine glass. You furrowed your brows as he brings it to just below where Noah’s swollen tip is. Your eyes widen when he begins moaning loudly as his orgasm rips through him, his hands tugging at Nick’s shirt while he erupts. Your eyes follow his juices pour into the wine glass; Nick is diligent to get every drop while he rides out Noah’s high. Once he’s spent, he pulls from his hand and falls onto the cushion next to him, his hooded eyes giving away just how fucked out he is.

Nicholas’ stern look finally land on you again, his hand finding yours that had stilled on his length. “Did I say you could stop?” He asks. You shake your head and promptly continue, your fist around his veiny girth. He brings the newly filled wine glass to his cock and tilts it to you, instructing you to take it. “Make sure you don’t miss any.” He says simply, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

Your rounded eyes meet his, still processing his orders.

“Did I fucking stutter?” He spat back and you quickly take the glass from him without another word and hold it just in range. His right hand swiftly finds its way into your loose hair, wrapping it around his fist tugging on it slightly. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He snarls. “Got it?”

“Y-Yes.” You mutter not even wanting to look at him and continue to stroke his member.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.” You correct yourself.

He lets go of your hair and trails his down your side, landing a hard smack on your ass. “Good girl.”

You wince at the spank, but it doesn’t distract you from your mission. His cock’s twitching in your hand, pre-cum leaking from his head. “Fuck.” He groans out. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans, tightly gripping your ass as white milky ribbons shoot from his tip and into the glass. You continue to pump his member until he was completely done.

You sit up and hold the wine glass, not quite sure what to do with it. He helps your confusion by taking it from you, bringing it up to your eyeline and swirling the contents the way connoisseurs would do with fine wine. The cum from both your partners mixing before your eyes.

Nicholas’s hand returns to your hair again, this time gripping it even tighter around his fist. He uses his grasp to tug your head back and brings the cup to your lips. Your eyes wider than you ever thought they could go, looking at him in absolute surprise. “C’mon, open up.” Tapping your bottom lip with the edge of the glass, “You’re gonna swallow every drop.”

You timidly open for him, “If you take this like a good little slut, I might just let you cum.” He slowly began to trickle the mixed orgasm into your mouth. You are so fucking desperate and so fucking horny that the liquid tastes like pure heaven. You let out a small moan and close your eyes as you swallow their juices completely, every last drop.

Nick grins proudly. “Good girl.” He says lowly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip gathering any residue and moving it back into my mouth. You’re so desperate for anything that you’re absolute putty in his hands. You suck his thumb clean with your eyes locked on his. He’s putting up a good front, but you can tell his own desire is still hunting you. He slides his thumb out of your mouth slowly and hooks it into your bottom lip, “All you want is a cock in your pretty mouth don’t you babydoll?”

You nod silently.

A high-pitched moan from beside you gets the attention of you and Nick, only to find Noah slowly stroking his hardened member. His top teeth are dug into his bottom lip just watching you both.

It’s immediately clear that Nicholas is not happy about this. “I don’t remember telling you that you’re allowed to touch yourself.”

Noah just lets out a small whine but doesn’t stop palming himself.

Nicholas sucks on his teeth in thought before speaking. “Alright, here’s what gonna happen. “You up.” He commands you, “Switch with him, face down.” He looks over at Noah, quickly snatching his wrist. “You’re done with this.” His grip tightens around his wrist. “On your knees behind her.”

Your eyes meet Noah’s, your scared looks mirroring each other. It’s your turn to place a kiss on his cheek for support.

You quickly slip from your panties and get on all fours with your ass perked up in front of Noah and your face is in the couch. The thought of Noah’s cock even slightly near you is making your pussy throb and clench around nothing. You need him so fucking bad.

“You wanna be defiant little brat then you’re going to treated like one.” Nicholas growls at Noah. “You wanna be such a little slut? Go ahead, fuck her.”

“W-What?” Noah lets out a whine. “‘Don’t think I can.” He whimpers out pathetically. “‘Too sensitive.”

You can always tell when Noah is deep in sub space when he starts dropping words.

“I didn’t ask.” He says sternly. “Fuck her.”

He gently presses the head of his cock at your folds just above your entrance and the sheer proximity is enough to make you nearly vibrate in need. He sobs at the small bit of contact. But you can’t wait anymore, you need him. So, you take action for him and back up pushing yourself onto him. Noah lets out the loudest, most painful whine but for you, it feels so good to finally a cock in you, even if it’s only halfway.

Nicholas leans down and tucks some hair behind your ear. “Ah, good job baby. Making him suffer for me.”

He turns his attention back on the long-haired boy. “I told you to fuck her, not fuck around with your dick sitting inside her. Move.”

You’ve nearly lost all your patience and every single cell in your body is begging to move on him, but you know Nicholas wants this done his way.

Nicholas always gets his way.

He finally listens, moving in and out of you painfully slow. Whimpers and whines pour out of Noah’s mouth, pained from the overstimulation. Even his hands are delicate on your hips, as if he touched you too hard, he’d explode on the spot.

You feel the rough pad of Nicholas’ finger glide down your spine, following the arch of your back. Just the graze of his touch is enough to have goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“Oh, isn’t this pretty pathetic, isn’t it?” Nicholas’ voice is deep and so mean it makes you tighten around Noah, only making him sob more. “You can’t even fuck her properly.” He circles around from him to be in front of you. “How about I show you how you should be fucking her?” He bends one knee on the cushion in front of you and pulls his cock out from his jeans still undone from earlier.

You look up at him with wide eyes and your mouth can’t help but fall open for him. He chuckles lowly and cups your jaw in his sizeable hand, his fingers delicately tilting you face up. “That’s my girl.” He gleams and it fills your tummy with butterflies. The way he’s looking at you right now could make you do anything he wanted.

He pumps his own member a couple times before sliding into your mouth. Just the head of it nearly fills your mouth completely and he’s heavy on your tongue. But you’re hungry and you need more, from both of them. You push your head down further onto his cock until it hits the back of your throat. His fingers rake through your hair and lets out a deep groan from the pit of his chest. It only fuels you to take the lead, beginning to bob on his length, gagging a bit every so often just from the sheer size. While you work on Nick, your hips are backing up on Noah more aggressively.

You have both of your boys letting out noises that make your heart soar and somehow amplifies the almost painful buzzing in your clit. But you’re getting filled on both ends, so who are you to complain?

“Is this what you wanted princess?” Nick asks, “You wanted to be used like a little whore? You wanted a cock in your mouth and another in your pussy?”

You screw your eyes shut and answer with a muffled, “Mhm.”

“Thank you for using your words for me baby.” He moves some hair out of your face and looks down at you proudly. Your cheeks burn from how hard you blush at his praise.

From how desperate you are, Nicholas tastes like candy in your mouth, you can’t get enough of it. Each time your tongue passes over his slit, he shivers under you, and it gives you some semblance of power.

His fingers rake through your hair again, this time gently gripping it back to get you to look at him. “You’re being so fucking good for me baby, but I need to teach our boy how to fuck you properly.”

You nod as best you can, bracing yourself for what you know is coming. He keeps his grip tight in your hair, keeping your head in place for him. He starts slow, just to work his way into the back of your throat. Each inch is more painful than the last and your gag reflex is hanging on by a thread. It’s not until you think you can feel his head halfway down your esophagus that he speeds up. His hips begin thrusting into your mouth quick and hard. Tears build up in your eyes and look up at him because you know he loves making you cry like this.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He grunts as tears stream down your face.

He’s fucking your mouth so fast and so mercilessly that it’s backing your entire body back, helping you to fuck Noah. He whines and grips your hips hard in a weak attempt to slow you down but there is no stopping Nicholas’ ruthless assault on your throat. It finally pushes you to where Noah’s cock is at the deepest part of you. And nothing could ever top the feeling of having both of them being equally as deep inside you at the same time. You let out whimpers and moans as much as you can around Nick.

Nicholas finally dislodges from your throat, taking thick strings of saliva with him still tethering you to his cock. He picks up your chin, “God you’re so beautiful like this.” He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes. “You’re being so good for me, I almost forgot about the wine all over my couch.” His inflection at the end slips back to cruel.

He drops your jaw, leaving you heaving and breathless. He makes his way over to Noah who is very precariously fucking you. You peek over your shoulder to see Nick taking a strand of Noah’s long hair and draping it over his shoulder. “My pretty boy, you like using our girl like the little slut she is?”

Noah gives no answer and his movements slow down even more than they were already.

“You like fucking her tight cunt?” He asks, his voice low and gravely, like thunder rolling. And yet Noah says nothing but just a nod. “It doesn’t look like you’re enjoying it, maybe you need some help.” Nicholas’ hands slide down the boy’s thin tattooed sides landing on his hips and gripping them harshly, causing Noah to let out a yelp. Your eyes widen as you watch Nick moving Noah’s hips for him, essentially using him as a toy to fuck you with.

“Fuck.” You let out loudly and drop your head when Noah’s cock finally begins ramming right where you need him. Pathetic and high-pitched sobs come from Noah, he sounds more in pain than pleasure. You catch a brief moment to look back and watch Nick placing open mouth kisses on the boy’s neck while using him to fuck you. Noah’s eyes are bursting with tears as he’s pushed to his limit, but you know he’s at least enjoying it enough to not use the safe word.

Nick lets go of Noah’s hips obviously done with him. “You’re pitiful. If you can’t fuck her then I’ll do it for you.”

Noah meekly pulls out of you and lets Nick take his place. Like a good boy, Noah waits patiently for instruction.

“Go sit in front of her. I want her to look at how pathetic you and your cock look.” He directs and Noah listens, sitting facing you. His member is glistening and so red it looks excruciating. It only makes you want it in your mouth more.

You let out a sharp gasp when Nicholas thrusts his cock deep into you. Since he has more girth than Noah, he just makes you feel fuller. It’s everything you’ve wanted all day. Moans pour out of you each time he lands deep in your core.

“Does that feel better baby? You like my cock better, don’t you?”

The pleasure building in your stomach is too much for you to even think a coherent thought — the only thing you can even comprehend right now is the way he’s fucking you senseless.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t like silence as an answer. He gathers your hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking your head up.

“Darling, I thought we talked about using your words.” He patronizes. “So, tell me, he can’t fuck you like I do huh?”

“No.” You squeak out.

“Hm. I fill you up better than he does, don’t I baby?”

“Yes.” You say weakly, just trying to hang on to your sanity.

He tugs at your hair to force your eyes onto Noah. “Well if you think so, go ahead, tell him.”

Your eyes round at his demand. “W-What?”

“Tell him how he can’t fuck you like I do. How my cock is bigger than his. How only I can fuck you the way your pretty pussy deserves to be fucked.”

Pleasure builds in your tummy with every word that he says. Your fingertips are aching to touch your sensitive nub so you can actually cum – but you know better than to do so, especially without asking. So now you want to please Nick any way you can.

You gulp and lock eyes with Noah. “Nicholas fucks me better than you.” You blurt out.

Nick gives your hip a small squeeze, silently telling you good job, keep going.

“His cock feels so much fucking better than yours.” You say bolder this time.

While what you’re saying are half lies and seem mean, the twitch in Noah’s cock tells you he loves it.

You feel Nicholas’ stare burning over your shoulder watching Noah intently.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Does your little cock get harder when she says that? Do you like it when we tell you how you’re just a little brat who only deserves to watch?” Nick teases him while he’s buried inside you. Noah’s face flushes strawberry pink and his cock bounces on its own with each word he says, precum dripping from his tip.

You always love seeing this unfold, Nick loves watching Noah suffer, it turns him on more than anything.

Nick’s fingertips are curled into your hipbones so hard you wonder if he’d ever be able to let go. Not that you’d want him to. His thrusts escalate and deep guttural groans escape his lips. His cock is hitting you directly in your sensitive spot.

“I asked you a fucking question. Do you like being a pathetic little bitch who only gets to watch?”

Noah squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head. “Yes.” He squeaks. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, sir. Can I touch myself please?”

“No.” Nick replies before Noah can even finish his sentence.

He whines and wiggles in his place, “Please it hurts, I need to cum.”

The whinier Noah gets, the faster and rougher Nick’s thrusts are. It’s clear that Noah’s desperation only fuels him.

“Hm. Maybe y/n could help you out, how does that sound? Maybe she could put her pretty mouth on your pathetic cock.”

He nods quickly, “Yes, please, I’ll take anything.”

You look back at Nick to confirm the plan. There is so much need and excitement in Noah’s eyes it makes you feel pity for him. You lean down and stick out your tongue but just before you could land, your head is yanked back by your hair again.

“Oh, too bad darling, seems like she’s a little preoccupied to touch your pitiful cock.” He feigns a genuine apology.

Noah’s eyebrows immediately turn upwards, and his jaw falls slack. His eyes look so desperate and panicked it makes you feel guilty even though it wasn’t your fault.

Nicholas’ thrusts become sloppy and quick. His actions move your entire body easily. Your clit throbs at how well he fills you up, how well he fucks you. His hands grip firmly onto your hips, his fingers digging into the bone. Your head hangs as he slams directly into your sweet spot. You’re aware of Noah’s presence obviously, but in that moment, you can't think about anything other than Nick’s cock buried inside you. You can tell he’s close from how erratic his movements are. And while you want to reach your own finish line, right now your body is merely an instrument for his pleasure. You want him to feel good and know it is because of you. So, you match his rhythm and bounce back into his thrusts.

He lets out a gruff groan from deep in his chest. “If you keep this up, you’re gonna have a cunt full of my cum.”

The words spin a flurry of butterflies in your core and only drives you more. You speed up your hips, going even faster than his sloppy thrusts.

“Fuck.” He draws out the word, just savoring in you taking control of his pleasure. That doesn’t last long as he grips your hips hard and slams into you so fast it makes you dizzy. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” He curses out and buries himself so deep in you that you know you’re going to be so sore after. His cock twitches and his hot seed fills you up, just like he promised.

“Thank you.” You pathetically whimper out into the couch cushion.

He runs his hand up your back and tangles his fingers into the roots of your hair, tugging your head up just slightly. “Thank you for what?”

You sob, “Using me.”

You don’t even need to see him to know he’s smirking. “Good girl.”

He lets your head fall gently. “You.” Nick speaks to Noah. “Come here.”

Noah’s chocolate eyes are round and so deep into submission that he just melts at whatever Nicholas says to him. He nods and meekly walks over to him.

Nicholas slowly pulls from you, making sure not to let any cum spill out unnecessarily. You don’t dare move without his direction, so you stay with your ass up and his seed still pooled in the deepest part of you.

He turns to Noah, “Here, make yourself useful and clean this up.”

Noah’s eyes widen at his command then at Nick’s still hard member covered in both your slick and his cum.

“Don’t be ungrateful. Get on your knees.”

“Yes sir.” The long-haired boy squeaks and follows the orders, kneeling in front of him. He’s hesitant when he wraps his lips around the man’s tip then slowly takes the rest of him into his mouth.

Nick runs his fingers through the boy’s hair as he works, “That’s it baby, just like that.”

He swirls his tongue as close to the base as he can get then all the way back up his length to come off with a pop. He sits back on his legs and looks up at Nicholas like he’s the most generous man on earth. “Thank you.” He says quietly.

“Oh, you’re not done cleaning.” He says before smacking your ass. “Lay down.”

Your stomach is full of excitement, need, and hope. You flip onto your back and before you even have the chance to settle in, Nicholas grabs a knee and spreads you open, baring your cum-dripping cunt to Noah.

Your cheeks heat up at the way Noah’s eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of you.

Nicholas then pulls himself from the couch and circles over to be in front of you both. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead. Get to work.”

Noah dips his head between your legs but still hesitates, probably because of his affinity for eating pussy and his tendency to accidentally orgasm from it alone. If Nicholas is set on not letting Noah finish again, this might get him in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Nicholas patronizes. His fingers reach between your legs and uses two tattooed fingers to spread your folds open. “Don’t you like her pretty pussy?”

Both your and Noah’s cheeks grow bright cherry red. His cock is still painfully hard and twitching at just the sight of you.

“I do.” He squeaks out.

Nicholas’ hand finds its way into Noah hair, gripping it at its roots and roughly shoves his head down into your core. “Then fucking act like it.”

He begins by kitten licking at your clit and even though they are just little licks, you’re so sensitive that they’re driving you crazy. The tiniest flick from the tip of his tongue causes tingles to spread across your skin and a knot to form in your stomach already. You let out a tiny whimper and Nicholas’ devilish smirk stretches across his face. He crouches down next to you and tucks a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Isn’t this what you wanted babydoll? Didn’t you want all our attention? Well now you’ve got it.” He hisses.

His eyes rake down your naked body down to where Noah is very cautiously licking at your sensitivity. “No, no, no.” His hand grips his hair again, this time forcing him further down to your entrance and pushing him deeper. “I want you to get every fucking drop of my cum out of her pretty little cunt.”

The way he degrades Noah in front of you turns you on more than you’d like to admit. But the results are even better. Noah begins his task, dipping his tongue deep inside you, instantly moaning at the taste. His noises reverberate through your entire core causing you to tighten your walls around his working tongue. Noah begins to rut himself against the couch as he devours you and you can’t help but lift your hips up slightly to let him get an even better, deeper angle.

Nicholas smiles and combs through your hair a bit, “That’s it baby, let him taste all of you.” His fingertips trail down your body and just his touch is enough for your heart to start thumping in your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat when they find your aching, swollen clit. He begins slow circles on you and the feeling of his fingers and Noah’s tongue fucking you has you on the edge of bliss. Your hips rut up into Noah’s tongue and into Nick’s fingers deliciously.

“Please, please let me cum.” You beg as a very thin string is holding you back from your orgasm. “Fuck, I’ll cum just from this just please let me cum, please let me cum.” You repeat pathetically. “Please, please, please.”

Nicholas lowly chuckles and speeds up his fingertips ever so slightly. “Sure darling, and I guess our little pet here can cum too, if he can without touching himself.”

Before he even finishes speaking, euphoria hits you full force nearly blinding you. Bliss washes over your entire body, your legs clamp around Noah’s head and Nick’s working fingers. Screams, moans and curses spill from your lips. The pressure that’s been built up this entire time squirts all over Noah’s face. He must’ve really liked that because loud whimpery moans tumble from his lips and you feel him freeze, then feel his warm cum shoot on your thigh.

You both are whiny, soaked messes below Nicholas’ gaze. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well, isn’t this pathetic,” Nicholas coos lovingly, “You both came so hard barely being touched.”

Once completely spent, Noah rests his head on your thigh with your chests rising and falling rapidly. It’s nice to have Noah as your partner in crime because you always end up here together. Being punished isn’t nearly as fun without him and it’s comforting to have someone to cling to while Nick fully sets up aftercare.

“You both were so good for me.” Nicholas smiles proudly down at you two, “C’mon let’s go take a bath and get you guys cleaned up.”

He leans down when you both nod at him and presses his forehead against both of yours. “Are we okay?” He asks gently.

You and Noah respond in unison with a sleepy, “Mhm.”

He takes each of your jaws into his hands, tilting your faces up at him. “You know I need to hear it.” He says tenderly, using his thumbs to graze your cheeks. “Are we okay?” He repeats.

“Yes.” You reply together.

Nick smiles lovingly, “Thank you.” He holds each of our faces softly in his hands, “I love you.”

Tired smiles stretch across both your faces, “I love you too.” You reply.

Noah’s cheeks are blushed but he stays quiet causing Nick to sit next to him on the couch. “I know I was hard on you this time baby. Are you okay?” His hand finding Noah’s and holding it.

Noah tugs on his lip, his eyes shy and staying on their touching hands. “You sure I was a good boy for you?” He asks quietly.

“Aw baby,” He wraps his arm around and pulls him close, “Here’s a little secret.” He whispers between the three of you. “No matter what. You’re always my bestest boy.” Noah blushes and nuzzles into Nick’s chest.

“Same goes for y/n.” He reaches out a hand for you and you take it, getting pulled into the mush pile. “Always my bestest girl.”

You copy Noah and nuzzle into Nick’s chest. There’s no place you’d rather be than on that couch with your boys.

a/n; thank you for reading this if you did. i didn't plan on posting this here but i teased it a while ago and the response was good so here you go, i hope you enjoy it. pls lmk if you do, pls don't hate me🥲

[spicywhenspeaking]

a little angst for us to enjoy 🤭🫣😭

Noah Sebastian x Reader -> breaking up is hard to do

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“Don’t do this” he rasps out, taking a step closer to me but I back away further trying to create more space between us.

“I’m sorry Noah, it’s over.” I repeat again, my voice remaining strong despite the heartache I’m feeling.

“Please. Please Y/n I’m sorry. I can’t lose you, I love you” he pleads and my heart cleaves in two as he reaches out again and grips my wrist tightly in his hand.

I’ve been grappling with this feeling for so long and I know I have to do what’s best for me even if it hurts.

Sometimes love isn’t enough.

“You’ve already lost me Noah” I try to remove my hand from his grasp but his hold is too strong. I wiggle my wrist and there is no give, his grip is tight enough to leave a mark.

“Noah, I’m leaving. You have to let me go. Please I can’t do this anymore.” Frustrated tears well in my eyes while I continue tugging my hand free.

“I can’t let you go, please Y/n I love you. Don’t go” my defense falters for a second and he moves in closer, angling his forehead to rest against mine.

“I’ll get better, it’ll all get better I promise” he’s fighting tears of his own but I shake my head. Clearing the conflicting thoughts that pool in my mind. It’s an unending cycle of promises. Nothing ever changes, nothing will ever change unless I leave.

“You have to let me go” and then I say the only thing that might work to give me the window to slip out of his grip.

“I don’t love you anymore, Noah. It’s over” a lie.

I do still love him but until we learn fight the demons that plagued our souls we will never be good for each other or anyone else in our lives.

Maybe we were never meant to last, maybe we were only meant to show each other how much more work our hearts need before they are ready for another person.

His eyes shoot open, a mix of shock and hurt written across his face “wha-what? You don’t mean that. Y/n you love me.” His grip loosens up enough for me to remove myself from his space and I back away closer towards the door. His eyes shimmer with tears “you- you don’t love me anymore?”

His voice shakes with the question and then he straightens quickly, “You’re lying, I know you’re lying. Why are you lying?!” The volume of his voice increases and I flinch at the sound of it.

“I’m not lying, Noah, I don’t love you anymore. We aren’t good for each other and I’m leaving. Please, just let me go” I grab my bag off the floor and turn to open the door.

“If you walk away for us, from me, we’re done Y/n. For good.” His voice breaks.

“I know” the tears fall down my cheeks like a damn finally breaking.

“I never want to see you again” he growls out in a dark voice laced with venom. “I should have known something as broken as you wouldn’t be capable of love. Just a sad, broken, pathetic nobody. Get out of my house.”

Almost immediately I’ve ripped the door open and slammed it behind me and I jump when I hear his fist slam into it on the other side.

Tears freely fall down my face as I walk blurry eyed towards my car.

Nothing but the sound of my broken sobs accompany me on my drive home.

My studio apartment has never felt smaller when I walks in. Laying on my bed my bleeding, fractured heart beats sluggishly as darkness finally consumes me.

When I wake up the next day in the early afternoon I have several missed texts from the other guys asking me what happened. I don’t respond. I turn over and cover my head unwilling to face the day yet.

Knowing I did what was best for both of us offers me little comfort.

Time might heal my wounds but there will always be a scar from my self inflicted heartbreak.

[ladyveronikawrites]

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DIVE - Noah x female reader

Pressure - Noah x female reader

Argue - Noah x Isabel (OFC)

PANIC! - Noah x Mel (OFC)

Hotel Hijinks Noah x Ruffilo x Jolly

DOMINATE THE GAME - Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

"You Can Barely Speak, So Cute" - Noah x female reader

Say My Name - Noah x Ruffilo

updated: 03/19/2024

[mysticdoodlez]

No, absolutely not, in no way am I making Noah an Appalachian Sasquatch in this story. Nope.

[rottingfern]

strap the wing to me (death trap clad happily) || a Bad Omens fanfic

Pairing: fae!Noah x gender neutral reader (yes the smut is gn too)

Summary: He’s beautiful, so, so gorgeous, unless otherwise he’s completely grotesque, a scent of something eldritch you’d rather not acknowledge. When he kisses you, he tastes of burnt wax and antimony, straps candlewick wings to your aching back, and you don the death trap happily.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unbeta'd trash. overly flowery written pretty much entirely in prose. smutty smut smut. oral sex. just a tiny whiff of dubious consent by way of fae trickery

A/N: I drank a lot of wine and listened to Hozier on repeat the other night and then saw a very mind-meltingly beautiful pic of Noah on the dash and had a really weird dream and this is the result. Enjoy the ramblings xoxo Fern

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Title taken from Sunlight by Hozier; banner made by @throughwoodsanddirt; dividers by @saradika

“You lost?” he asks, and that is what ruins you. You’ve heard the old stories of wicked fae-men and how to avoid them - beware strange beings in the wood, don’t stray from the path - but in all the stories, none author had bothered to mention they’d peek around a tree with wide, irresistibly innocent curiosity and ask you, You lost?

There’s a flash of a glint in his eye, a bare twitch in his lip predating what might’ve been a smirk, but you can’t help but smile at the childlike confidence in his voice, and then he smiles back and –

That too is your ruin. There perhaps hasn’t been a sweeter smile - not in your years, not in the years of all of time, you reckon - to grace a human being, and it steals your breath sure as he’d picked it from your pocket. He takes it as an offering, slinking around the trunk with the air of something much smaller, more slight than he; gravity must be a friend, lover, even, with the grace she offers to his motion.

His eyelashes flutter on his cheeks as you take his tattooed hand - an imperious command, or perhaps a childish invitation - granting you the proof of satisfaction you hadn’t known you’d been waiting for, a breath of relief expelling from its locked chamber you’d ignored until now. 

You stare, because how can you not? He is beautiful, yes, but his visage flickers from soft to vulpine with a flicker of shadow and moonlight, something inhuman, dangerous, alien turning well-bred beauty, like the kind some are just born with, masculinity encapsulated by that rare softness. 

He’s beautiful, so, so gorgeous, unless otherwise he’s completely grotesque, a scent of something eldritch you’d rather not acknowledge. Within a breath, he moves from shy, soft smiles to something aloof, something dangerously mischievous, something terrifying when the moon shines just so and you’re reminded of that glint in his eye. You only need blink for that chipped granite of his cheekbone and hardened brow to give way to that downy smile once more, like it had never gone.

You walk over roots, vines and ivies and he is barefoot, feet uncalloused and unscarred.

The trek back to the path is as treacherous as he warned, for which he never lets your hand go - vines threatening to trip you up with each step, roots growing where there were none minutes ago. He regales you with faerie-tales - his childhood, he calls it - and you follow his younger self through burrows and glades and loss and loss and loss and to the rivers and all the girls (and boys) that live in them, the monsters that he’d fought and the girls (and boys) he’d had there after, and to the mountains and still you follow and –

And he pauses, and you’re overcome with the bodily realization that you’re exhausted. You’re not sure how long you’ve walked, but your legs burn. Your feet are torn, shoes and socks evidently long gone somewhere along the way. Your head swims, and he barely turns before you collapse into him. 

You don’t register the hawthorn he’s pressed you up against, solid as stone, until the bark digs through your shirt to chip and stab at your skin, oozing wet warmth down your back that’s conflated blood and sap in your mind. A tsk from his mouth - the sound forms so prettily on his perfectly formed Cupid’s bow - produces a golden fruit in his hand, taken from a bush or his pocket, or somewhere else entirely. You’re too dizzy to follow the movement of his hand. It’s so splendidly shiny, citrine flesh pulled so taught it aches for just the single prick to burst the saccharine juice within. 

Before he even presses it to your lips, the scent makes your molars ache to grind it to a pulp. He teases it, hovering it before your mouth, reveling in your fight against the strong thigh he presses to your core to reach it. 

His fingers brush your lips when he finally acquiesces, and he blushes with a bashful smile like it’d been a mistake, and between his smile and the alchemically intoxicating scent of the fruit, you forget all about the warnings of eating Fae offerings and - 

It bursts like an eyeball with just the barest graze of your teeth, blessed wet rushing to coat your throat liquid as the taste has done to you; it is the sweetest, sharpest flavor you’ve tasted, salty too - though perhaps that’s the tears streaming down your face. Your core throbs a drumbeat. You’re nothing more than meat and nerves and blood in a sac of skin, pulsing as the seeds and pulp slither down your throat. 

Your head dips - involuntarily - to suck the sap from each digit. You want to wrap your legs around him, to grind shamelessly until you too are nothing but sap. 

When he kisses you, he tastes of burnt wax and antimony, straps candlewick wings to your aching back, and you don the death trap happily. 

He draws you down to the bed of moss with kisses and gentle strokes, soft and spongy and earthen and cool and moist beneath your naked skin. His great coat envelops you both, secreting beneath it the dance of his nails (not nails, but claws, unpainted black and whispering a deadly promise) along the planes of your burning, overstuffed skin. He swallows down your whimpers and gasps, curiosity painting his face lent by innocence to understanding his touch is the cause; too light a touch, you think, you need more. 

The callus of his fingers speaks of handiwork as they brush you, painting you red hot and wanting. He watches his brushes as they stroke lower with open fascination, like you’re the one alien and not he. 

You arch into him, begging for your flesh to be flayed from bone, for him to sink those razors he calls teeth down to the marrow. There they are at your chest, dangerously grazing the delicate pebble of your nipple, plump damp lips suckling it as though it is the fruit itself. There is his hand at your thigh, hot palm pressing your leg up his waist, clever, spindly fingers teasing the apex, wandering but never finding home. 

He laughs when you reach for him, for the heat beneath his trousers weighing heavy in the cradle of your hips. “Later,” he tells you, swallowing down your indignant whine before it can burst forth. Now, you want to beg, but then his hand reaches the destination you desire most, shackling you to the singular sensation in short, strong strokes, and you think, okay, later.

Your skin burns, stretched taught and oversensitive as he probes you, knuckles bulbs as they puncture the precipice, only the cool damp of the moss beneath you granting reprieve. You paw at it helplessly, unmoored, gripping up great chunks of it in Sisyphean effort to ground yourself against the fullness.  

He chuckles. “Never said you couldn’t touch,” he mutters against your belly, words muffled by your skin as the vibrations run straight through your core. Something ragged wrenches from you as you dive your hands in his hair, pulling at soft and silky and ink-dark even in the twilight canopy of the wood; a slippery purchase at best as he journeys downward, leaving lush, slick trails in the wake of his mouth that nearly steam against the cool of the breeze. 

He laughs, exultant, and curls those clever fingers inside you hard, bifurcating within you, plying and playing, and teasing and then, then, finally, his head dives between your legs. A hot breath first, a nudge of that pointed nose, then his wicked tongue, licking and lapping and curling, and then those sweet lips wrapping and sucking around you, tongue pressing until you’re reduced to faint breath, until you can only cling with the white static tuned to the red-earthen-hot tune of want. 

You come, spread apart like a dam on the moss. He leeches to you, stroking and sucking and curling and pressing until there’s nothing left in you but shallow heaves and twitching limbs. 

The smirk spreading his mouth when you finally settle in the cradle of his arms is so absurdly silly, so endearing and human, so real, you can’t help but laugh, curling drunkenly into it, each breath a stabbing pain you receive gladly. He gathers you, watching as you laugh, seeming pleased with himself as a cat with cream. 

Together, when you’re once again able, you gather what can be salvaged of your clothes. It’s not much, so he cloaks you in his coat, the unstarched fabric simultaneously stiff and soft against your bare skin, sliding silkily with each step. He guides you along by his lithe arm, veins dancing up the tattooed lengths like sinew upon bark, hand now sticky from being buried within you. 

The fallen leaves ease your way, damp earth gathering between your toes, sluicing off the pain with the cool of it. 

He leads you where? There is no door, no hawthorn trees nor spiderwebs, no shimmering air to pass through yet for a moment you are distracted, and then you are in the woods no longer. The walls are earthen, ancient vines thick as elk climbing like supporting pillars, illimitably, impossibly, reaching for nothing but night sky. The stars, though far above, seem sharper, tangible, and close as you might reach should you choose as you stare into the boundless void between; a darkness luring so sweetly you’d tumble into it for a single unsteady step. 

For the first time since he found you, you do not struggle to look away from him. Walls give way to great earthen colonnades, thousand-story balustrades housing hanging gardens of lady slippers and cowslips and columbines glimmering in the light of torches tall as men. Above it all is still the fathomless, terrifying sky, and everywhere there are people, throngs of faerie folk in every direction as far as you can see. Most pay you no mind but those that do, do so with blessedly parlous curiosity, curling lips clueing teeth that’d bite. 

The sheer number of colors and shapes and bodies has your memory grow fading, evanescent. Some have hooves or scales or feathers, beaks or antlers, and others - just a face the wrong side of sharp, limbs lengthened just past that boundary of eldritch. A few stand out: a man, long-haired and goateed who’d pass human were he not nearly twice the size of a regular man, with sclera deep as bitter licorice; another, flat-faced with the lightest eyes you’d ever seen, veins and sinew and muscle coiling and rippling beneath transparent skin; a creature you struggle to wrap your mind around, a great wolf’s maw forced where the young man’s mouth would be, slitted pupils twitching as he watches you pass, hackles raised. 

Your skin erupts in gooseflesh, and Noah bends his head to nip at it. 

There are three girls standing with heads bowed together, faces painted in warm knavery, identical in all but where they split the embodiment of moon, sun, and void. One’s hands look capable of melting your skin off, and another’s claws drip an ichor you’d let run poison deep below your sluicing skin as you’re blinded by the radiant glow of the third. 

You imagine them spreading you apart, tasting you, tasting them. You’re acutely aware of the heady sourness of your arousal, a scent so human amid bark and earth and animal scent, among burning floral oils.

They are beautiful. They are all beautiful, and you’re struck with a pang of precipitous, desperate hunger. You want all of them. Blisteringly. 

“All of them?” he chuckles, nuzzling the side of your face, insectile fingers gripping your jaw firm with practiced precision. “Greedy.”

Your veins already are hot, pulsing iron, overstimulated and frazzled, but now they spill crimson across your cheekbones, hairline tightening at the tone of his accusation. But he only coos, bringing you in with tangling arms round your waist. 

“Spare me,” he sighs against your temple. “Greed is good. You’ll have it all and more later. But first, let us sate that hunger.” Yes, let us, you think. You never could refuse his command. You hope he will feed you more of those delightful fruits.

[the-way-of-words]

Mouthful

Nicholas Ruffilo x Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, come swallowing, (slight) come play

Contains sexual situations between fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real, none of this happened. But feel free to hit the back button if this isn't your thing.

<Summary> Noah teaches Jolly how to suck a dick.

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Masterlist

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The hands in Jolly’s hair are gentle, as is the voice coaxing him on as he closes his mouth over the head of Nicholas’s cock. 

“There we go.” Noah praises in his ear just as Nicholas groans. “That's it. Just focus on the head a little, run your tongue right under his tip…” He does as Noah says, slipping his tongue across the ridge along the bottom of Nick’s cockhead. Nick’s breath catches and his hips shift as Noah chuckles darkly beside him, “Yeah, see, he likes that.”

“Shit,” Nick gasps, and the word goes straight to his groin. His fingers flex in Jolly’s hair for a second before he lets go, sliding backwards through the strands in apology.

Noah’s chest is warm against his back as he moves closer with a hum. “Good, good,” he coos, “do you want to try taking a little more?” 

Jolly nods as well as he’s able to, relaxing his jaw a little when Noah tells him to as he glides his mouth farther down Nicholas’s shaft. He can feel Noah’s burning gaze as he tries to meet his lips with the hand he has curled about the base of Nick’s cock. His eyes water, but he keeps going, trying to fit as much as he can until it becomes too much and he coughs, dropping Nick from his mouth as he pulls back spluttering. 

“Hey, you good?” Noah’s hand is warm, comforting, on his back and Jolly nods as he catches his breath. “Nick likes the back of the throat, but let’s warm up to that okay? We’ll get you there, promise.”

This is a newer side of Noah that Jolly’s never had directed at him before. This gentle, soft side of Noah that’s usually reserved for Nick alone. His chest feels heavy, as something he’s not ready to think about settles warm in his bones and adds to the arousal pooling in his gut. 

Jolly clears his throat, hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels, gesturing back to Nicholas. “Can I?” 

Noah’s beaming smile is blinding. “You don't have to ask if you want to keep going,” he says with a shrug, “because I'm sure that's exactly what Nick wants.” 

The man in question’s hands dig into his own thighs, eyes pleading as he whispers, “Please.”

Those same hands cling to him desperately as Jolly takes him into his mouth again, and it’s not as intimidating this time, now that he kind of knows what to do. He tries to think about how he likes it; letting his hand follow his mouth to jerk Nicholas as his head bobs up and down. 

Pride swells in his chest when Nick’s hips kick up minutely followed by Noah’s sultry laugh. 

“You’re a fast learner aren’t you?” His friend asks, and Jolly can’t do anything but blush because even if he knew how to respond, he really doesn’t want to let Nick out of his mouth long enough to do so. So he nods instead, letting himself get lost in the way Nicholas’s breath catches when he moves his tongue around his shaft every time he pulls back, trying to take more with every pass. 

He understands now why Noah is so willing to get on his knees for him. Why he eagerly pulls Nicholas away whenever they have the time, just to get his mouth around him, because even though his jaw is starting to ache and he can feel the tears leaking from his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. 

“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah croons, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye, “he’s a lot to take, I know, but you’re doing so good. Isn’t he, Nick?” 

“I -” Nicholas grunts, mumbling a mess of words so jumbled together, Jolly can’t even begin to decipher. 

“Mmm look at that.” Noah murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job, he can’t even speak.” The flush on his face grows, spreading to his neck, and farther down to his chest when he feels Noah’s long fingers slither down to his lap. They slip under the waistband of his sweatpants, searching until they find the gap in his boxer briefs and he groans when the soft skin of Noah’s palm runs over the sensitive head of his cock. 

It’s almost too much. 

He pauses, keeping his hand tight around Nick’s shaft when he pulls his mouth off, slowly jerking him as he tries to get himself under control. But Noah doesn’t make it easy. He hooks his chin over Jolly’s shoulder as he pulls his cock free from his sweats. The kiss of cool air against him makes him hiss, eyes slipping closed as his head falls back to rest against Noah’s shoulder.

“He’s close, you know,” Noah whispers into the shell of his ear. “It won’t take much at all to get him there.” Even through his lust-addled brain, Jolly knows what Noah’s implying, and he finds himself nodding along in agreement. “You finish him off, and I’ll finish you off, how does that sound? Good?”

The hand stroking him disappears, but not before a thumb swipes across his tip, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Noah’s tongue sweep across the pad. His own dick kicks, aching at the sight, and Jolly’s pretty sure his swallow is audible before he turns his attention back to Nicholas. 

Strangled whimpers and bitten off curses fall from his mouth as Jolly massages his shaft with the flat of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. A hand settles on the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair, finding purchase and tugging enough to guide his eyes upward. 

“This is always my favorite part.” Noah says, “He’s always so pretty when he cums, I’d hate for you to miss it.” 

When Nick’s half-lidded gaze meets his, Jolly can’t help but think how right Noah is. Especially when the man’s eyes roll skyward, a choked cry falling from his lips, eyes rolling skyward as his release floods into Jolly’s mouth. 

Jolly thinks back to all the girls he’s been with, how most of them have swallowed him down with ease, and he tries. Tries to emulate them and swallow what Nick’s giving him, but he can’t. Not all of it, anyway. Nicholas slips from his mouth, still twitching, pearlescent beads gathering at his slit and as he thinks about going back to finish the job, Noah’s there, leaning forward to wrap his own lips around Nick. 

Jolly’s stuck, unable to do anything but watch as Noah licks and sucks everything he left behind, groaning as if Nick is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s mesmerizing, so much so that he’s taken by surprise when Noah turns back to him and crashes their mouths together. 

Noah’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, bringing with it the salty tang of Nicholas’s release. He pulls away, briefly, to spit in his palm, before closing his hand around Jolly’s aching cock, jerking him with quick, harsh strokes. Jolly’s fairly certain it’s the roughest anyone has ever been with him and every pull of Noah’s hand drives him closer to the edge.

“I’m… I’m gonna--” 

Noah’s forehead presses against his temple, breath fanning across his face. “Yeah?” Jolly nods, face screwing up, moaning as his gaze slips down to where Noah’s working his cock. “C’mon man,” Noah coaxes, “let me have it.” 

He does as he’s asked, closing his eyes against the tide as his orgasm rips through his body and he ruts into Noah’s fist, chasing every bit of ecstasy until he has nothing left. Spots dance across his vision and his ears ring, his spent cock twitching in a valiant attempt to harden again as he watches Noah fingers disappear into his mouth one by one, until they're clean. The look on the other man's face is fond as he tucks Jolly back into his sweatpants before kissing him softly. 

The tender touch makes Jolly's insides warm, as does the hand that settles on his shoulder.

“Now that was almost as hot as getting my dick sucked.” Nick interrupts, pulling his attention from Noah with a soft hold on his chin. 

For the first time of the night, self doubt creeps in and he has to ask. “It, uh, it was okay, right?”

“Dude, are you joking?” Nick asks with a laugh, quirking his eyebrow. “That was amazing… and I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to try again. In fact, I don’t think Noah would either.”

“But for now,” Nick slips to his knees, fisting a hand in Noah’s shirt to pull him in for a quick dirty kiss and Jolly wonders if Nick can taste him in Noah’s mouth. “Mmm,” he hums when they part, licking his lips, looking over his shoulder at Jolly as he pushes Noah to his back. “You’re more than welcome to watch how I do it.”