#noah sebastian one shot

[veronicaphoenix]

the last song | n.s.

With the new album finally completed and a new song dropping in a couple of days, Noah takes his girl to the studio, hoping to show her around without the chaos of past recording days, and maybe, he can get that last song he's been dreaming of.

one shot ✨ | noah sebastian x fem.reader word count: 2.3k tags: established relationship, fluff, fluffy sexual content (it's not too explicit), reader has a slight kink for noah's silver chain (who doesn't, let's be honest), no trigger warnings, just noah being in love and being loved back.

The studio is finally empty. 

After weeks of relentless work and dedication, days blurring into nights, headaches, frustration, last-minute changes, and ups and downs not only in the sounddeck, but also in the mood of the whole team, the album was finally ready, and in a matter of days, new music would fill spaces beyond the studio’s confines.  

         Noah steps aside to let her in. She is enveloped in the grandeur of the space. Never before had she been in a recording studio, and its magnitude overwhelms her. The expanse stretches out before her, a labyrinth of hallways leading into rooms of creativity. There are framed records adorning the walls, a testament to the artistry that thrives within these walls. This feels like the type of place Noah would call home. Too bad she hasn’t fully realized yet that his home is her,no matter how many hours he’s spent away from her locked in this very right place. 

         While she is fascinated by the array of instruments, cables, and other things she doesn’t know the name of, it’s Noah himself who captivates her the most. His joy is palpable as he gives gently explanations about the use of each room, each instrument. His enthusiasm is infectious. He’s so eager to share his world with her. 

         This is one of the reasons why she’s so in love with him. 

         His passion. 

         And she is lucky enough that he’s equally passionate about music as he is about her. 

         Taking her hand, he leads her from one room to another, continuing his explanations and sharing curiosities about this and that, mentioning the guys, the places where each one usually sits while they review the recordings, the Starbucks cups that pile up in the corner of a table when they’ve been locked in there for twelve hours and start to suffer the effects of not seeing the sunlight or hearing the sounds of the outside world, anecdotes that ignite her laughter, a sound that makes Noah’s heart flutter. 

         She asks him about the new music, she pleads to hear at least one song, a piece, ten seconds. Nearly begs him. She knows she just has to utter the word “please” and Noah will give her anything she wants. This evening, she wants to hear the melodic cascade of his voice, get lost in the way Noah turns words into dreamy melodies. It’s not enough to hear him speak; she wants to hear him weave words into a song; she wants to drown in the melodies he has put into lyrics that speak of her, of the moments when they are stripped of all mundanity, of clothes and fear, when they are alone, skin to skin, and when all that can be heard is only the rhythm of their beating hearts and the symphony of their shared passion. 

         He insists he can’t. He wants it to be a surprise. He has hopes that when she listens to the album, one or two songs will get her on her knees, while others will lead her to beg him to fuck her to the cadence of those. 

         Embedded within the lyrics of the new songs are a few confessions, but there’s a time for those to reach her ears, and it’s not tonight. 

         He silences his phone and sets it aside while she occupies herself by tinkering with the buttons on the soundboard. A few minutes later, Noah sneaks up behind her, enveloping her in his warm and slipping his hands beneath the fabric of her white t-shirt.  

         “There’s actually... one last song missing,” he murmurs against the fragrant scent of her hair.  

         “One last song?” She asks, her curiosity piqued. She begins to turn round, but Noah holds her in place. He rests his head on her shoulder, and with a trail of his fingers along the curve of her stomach, he elicits a subtle shiver that she tries to ignore. “I thought you said the album was complete, that you had finished...”

“Not quite yet,” he replies, planting a ghostly kiss on her earlobe. 

         She can sense the cool, minty breath against her neck, and it sends a shiver down her spine. He has been indulging in a mint candy, and her mind wanders to the tantalizing thought of having his mouth between her legs at this moment. The idea of that refreshing sensation sends a rush of desire coursing through her veins, and she can’t help but wonder if it would be enough to push her over the edge. 

         She smells of jasmine and the promise of spring. He wants to inhale her, breathe her in.  

         Concerned, she wriggles in his embrace until she can face him, stepping back a few paces as she speaks. She wants him to take her seriously.

         “I didn’t know, Noah. I wouldn’t have asked you to bring me here if you were still in the middle of—”

         With a single step, he reaches her again, his smile widening at her endearing bewilderment. He captures her lips in a kiss, stealing her breath away. The taste of the candy is still on his lips, and his fresh breath enters her mouth as their lips part.

         It’s in the way their mouths fit together that she finds reassurance that they’re perfect for each other. She knows she’s found the boy of her dreams, and the mere thought of being apart from him feels unbearable. She doesn’t know how she will survive next time he goes away on tour. For now, she will live in the way his tender kisses have a way of evolving into passionate bites that ignite a delightful flutter in her stomach. 

         “You’re adorable,” he says over her lips. 

         For a moment, she feels dizzy. Then, with a determined frown, she grabs a handful of Noah’s black hoodie, attempting to appear assertive, though to Noah, she resembles nothing more than an adorable kitten.  

         “You told me the album was complete, that you would only bring me here once the work was done and this was empty so that you could let me explore and touch things and…”

         “And record the last song,” Noah interjects calmly, looking into her eyes, smile tugging at his lips.

         Her brow furrows even deeper, her head tilting slightly to the side as Noah’s gaze traces the contours of her face, his eyes filled with admiration for every freckle, that little ever so tiny scar earned in a childhood adventure, the faint blush spreading through her cheeks.  

         “Noah, I don’t understand.”

         “Let me show you…”

         With her skin already responding to the anticipation, Noah’s hands find their way under her t-shirt, caressing the skin of her sides. It’s always just one touch and she’s already putty in his hands. She can’t help it; the man has that effect on her, that power over her. She would give him the world if she could because no one ever makes her feel as cherished as he does.  

         So, when he gently lifts her t-shirt, after worshipping her with light, seductive kisses along her neck and jawline, she allows him to undress her. His lips touch her shoulder, his tongue tracing a slow path until it finds the pulsing vein of her neck. A sharp intake of breath escapes her lips as he tenderly sucks at her skin, his fingers expertly finding their way beneath her skirt and underwear, eliciting a low, sweet moan from deep within her.  

         It’s the first of many moans to come.  

         Noah smiles against her flushed skin. His cock twitches. His heartbeat races.  

         The music is playing now. 

         He showers her with kisses, his hand cradling the side of her face as he traces a line with his finger from between her legs, through the valley of her breasts, up to her clavicle. 

         Growing impatient, she tugs at his hoodie, and sensing her urgency, he assists her in removing it. Underneath, Noah wears a black tank top, and her eyes immediately gravitate to the silver chain adorning his neck, previously hidden by the hoodie. With a heated spark in her eyes, she hesitates for a moment before seizing the chain and pulling Noah down to her awaiting mouth. 

         With one hand clutching his chain and the other sliding to the back of his head, she revels in the sensation of his soft hair sliding between her fingers. He emanates the intoxicating scent of masculine perfume and tastes like pure adrenaline—a potent combination that renders him utterly irresistible. He’s as addictive as a man can get. He’s tall, muscular, handsome, and fucking sweet. 

         And best of all, he is hers.  

         Noah scoops her up, intending to place her atop the sound deck. It would be a great place to fuck her on, but he quickly realizes it wouldn’t be comfortable at all, and he doesn’t want her to get hurt. 

         He pivots towards the couch—a place where he had envisioned her countless times before… Sitting there with pen and paper, crafting songs about her, he had often pictured her naked form, her eyes shimmering with anticipation, beckoning him to find his place between her legs, to envelop her with his body, to fill her up with every inch of him.

          With care, he lays her down on the couch, positioning one knee on the cushions to remain close to her, determined to prolong their kiss for as long as possible. He doesn’t think he can breathe without her nearby. 

         She is never shy when it comes to showing how much she wants him, how much she needs him. She’s unapologetically about her desperate desire, and that’s something that drives him to the brink of madness. Her eagerness only serves to make her so fucking attractive that he thinks he could eat her up. He’s consumed by that need, to bite and taste her in a surge of primal instinct, yet he manages to maintain a sweet and seductive demeanor. She brings out both the beast and the tender lover in him, and somehow, it’s a harmonious blend that feels inexplicably beautiful. 

         With each touch, nibble, and kiss, her passionate responses start escaping from her lips, wet with lust for him. Their clothes disappear in a matter of minutes, and as Noah finds himself —and his skilled tongue— nestled between her legs, savoring her essence, and impregnating her with his fresh minty breath, the symphony of his name being carried through long feminine moans fill the studio walls in ways he could never have imagined. 

         But it’s when he’s buried deep inside her that the music truly comes alive. 

         Together, they create a melody of ecstasy, Noah playing her body like a virtuoso, eliciting the perfect notes and sounds with each touch, kiss, thrust. She’s a tangled delicious mess beneath him, but every whimper and sigh and plea for more is a testament to her trust and love for him, a hymn sung in the throes of passion. 

         Occasionally, a primal growl escapes him, the beast within yearning to be unleashed, but she, the angel, the muse,keeps him grounded, wrapped in her wings, guiding him along the lines of their shared musical score. 

         As their bodies glisten with sweat, the tempo of their lovemaking begins to slow, descending from its crescendo, their ragged breaths filling the remaining spaces of their song. She smiles against his cheek, nuzzling her nose against his skin. She holds him close, unwilling to let go just yet. Unwilling to ever let go. 

         “So?” She murmurs, teasingly playing with her teeth on Noah’s earlobe.

          He squirms in an attempt to escape her, but her teeth follow him, leaving him with no choice but to retaliate by biting her shoulder and descending to capture on of her nipples in his mouth, coaxing one new sound from her lips. 

         “So?” he repeats, mumbling between clenched teeth, his tongue teasing her hardened nipple. 

         “Did you record the song?” she asks playfully, gesturing with her eyes towards the sound deck. 

         “No. No, I didn’t,” he admits with a laugh, feeling himself softening inside of her. 

         “Oh, well…” she licks her lips, pretending to think of what to do now. The weight of Noah feels so nice on top of her that it would be enough to just keep on holding him. “What are we going to do about it?” she continues. “Any idea?”

         She does have an idea. 

         Her cheeky tone catches him off guard, and this time, it’s him who frowns as he gazes up at her. His chest and stomach press against hers, and with each laborious breath she takes, he feels the rhythmic rise and fall of her body beneath him. He considers moving, but before he can act, she wraps her leg around his, anchoring him in place.

         She bites her lip, tempting him to do the same; to lower his head and kiss her and bite her and leave her breathless. 

         A second later, she reaches down towards her bag on the carpeted floor beside the couch and retrieves her phone, unlocks it, and opens the voice recording app. 

         “Maybe we should try again, don’t you think? And perhaps we should try to be… a bit louder?”

         His eyes darken. 

         “Think you can do that?” she asks him, a devilish smile painted on her face. 

         “I can definitely make you sing louder,” he growls, feeling himself hardening once more while still inside of her. His home. 

         She has a way of provoking him that never fails to get him hard anywhere, anytime, in no time. 

         “Do I… press play now?” Her fingertip hovers over the screen. 

         Noah responds by pulling a few inches out and thrusting hard into her, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization against the worn fabric of the sofa they are laid on. She lets out a scream as her fingertip presses the play button. The phone falls with a thud on the floor. 

         And with that, they’re making music once again. 

         One last song. 

         One more time. 

         Louder. 

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[jennay]

Last Night

Noah Sebastian x Reader.

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Summary:

Life was good. Everything felt like it was falling in place until the night Noah decided to blindside you. Never in a million years did you think he would end things the way he did, not after the hardships and struggles you went through with him to keep the relationship strong and steady. Years later, the memory still haunts you. You never thought you'd be standing in front of him contemplating your feelings again. When reunited, will old feelings take over or was that experience with him really your Last night?

Somebody Else

Maybe it's Me

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[madiomens]

Updated Masterlist

A way to find all my works in one place. This will include requests along with any fic I have finished or am currently working on <3

Key: Smut Fluff Angst

Surprise Appearance *

Produce Me *

Home At Last **

Halloween Time *

Play *

Skirt Season *

Fanfics

Just Pretend ***: Spotify Playlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five* | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight* | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten* | Chapter Eleven* | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen* | Chapter Fourteen* | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen* | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen** | Chapter Nineteen* | Chapter Twenty** | Epilogue

Just Pretend II ***: Spotify Playlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two * | Chapter Three

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[screamsinsilver]

consider: it's the same hoodie they just take turns wearing it

#just need a shot of orie in the aint so bad chief hoodie then we've got 5/5 metalcore mansion #the noah/jolly pics are twitch screenshots found on pinterest and the michael and jesse ones are from their instagrams #this specific design reminds me of the first quadrant aesthetic. which was late 2020 just like the chief drop #also: jesse tracking bass pic cus we only really see him with guitars + thats a nice 5 string #noah sebastian #joakim jolly karlsson #michael taylor #jesse cash #chief band #guys with their own merch living together sharing is more likely than you think

[crimson-calligraphyx]

What do four best friends do when they can't agree on where to go on their next "Girl's Trip"? Well, they have a competition—whoever wins gets to choose where to go. The catch? It involves candy underwear and subtlety. Disclaimer: this is completely fictional. I do not own Bad Omens or anyone affiliated with them. This is a RPF; don't like? Don't read. Hope you enjoy! 😊 Sexual content: oral sex & fingering; female receiving. slight knife play. Word count: 5,204 Costumes: Anastasia Riley Adeline I think y'all can picture Gemma's costume Candy thong Tag list: @kingdomof-omens @cheyfi @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo *if you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

Heavy bass vibrated through not only the walls of our home, but the entirety of my body, shaking me to the core. The air in the foyer was thick with the smoke billowing from the fog machine, creeping low against the wooden floors and swirling as I walked through it.

Continuing through our home, I couldn’t help the nagging thought in my head of whether we really should have a strobe light going or not. It was starting to make me dizzy; the last thing we needed was someone dropping in the middle of the living room from a seizure, but the girls insisted it was necessary for the night and told me to stop being such a worry wart.

It was Halloween night, and the girls and I were getting ready for the impromptu party we threw together. We invited practically the whole block, shoving flyers into their mailboxes the night before, not expecting half of them to show. Still, we went all out and bought two kegs and brought out the entirety of our liquor cabinet, along with probably a dozen pizzas just in case.

It was LA after all, and word does spread like wildfire here, so maybe there was a chance of a huge turnout.

I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom to check on how the others were doing with their costumes, stopping short when I got a look at Gemma’s outfit. Nicholas outdid himself—the ‘ink’ on Gemma’s arms was that of Noah’s, though rushed from the amount of time we had to get ready. Still, he did his job, and you could tell they were supposed to be the crimson waves and the grayscale portrait Noah had. And of course, the snake with the forbidden fruit on the neck.

Gemma stood with a proud smile on her face, waving her hands up and down her body to brandish her outfit. I snorted, taking in the cropped black tank top, short black skirt, and fishnet combo. She had a white shoelace around the waistband of the skirt to mimic the drawstring on his stage pants, and even had the chain necklace and bracelet he wore on his left wrist.

“Single glove or hand wraps?” she asks, holding up one in each hand. “The glove is more infamous in my opinion, but it might get sweaty,” I shrugged. “Up to you.” She tilts her head back in forth, pondering before settling with the hand wraps. She tossed the glove onto the bed, hitting Adeline with it, who was lying on her stomach.

“If you’re gonna hit me in the ass with a glove, make sure your hand is in it,” Adeline teases, looking back at us over her shoulder. "Duly noted," Gemma laughs and makes her way over to the bed, promptly slapping Adeline over her bustle-clad ass. "What even are you?" Adeline rolls over and stands up, picking up her fedora and placing it on her head. She points to the holster strapped to her thigh that holds a knife, presumably fake. "I'm a monster hunter. You know, like if the Winchester's had a sister." Gemma nods her head slowly, "Riiight, gotcha."

I shake my head at them with a smirk playing on my lips, turning my attention to the mirror. I adjusted the frilled collar around my neck, hoping it wouldn't suffocate me too much during the night, followed by the thigh-high stockings, having the bells on my skirt jingle as I moved. "You think I should do some sort of clown makeup or just leave it with the smokey eye?" I asked, turning to Nick. "Nah," he shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. "I think it's fine the way it is."

I shrugged, accepting his answer, and tightened the pigtails on my head one last time just as Riley made her way into the room. I gasped when I saw the orange tattered dress and burlap hood, adorned with Sam's stitched face. I was astonished at how good she looked. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to make herself small as a pink tinge formed on her cheeks. I knew she felt uncomfortable, completely stepping out of her comfort zone, but her costume really was amazing.

"Is it that bad?" she asks, digging the toe of her platformed boot into the carpet with uncertainty. "Girl, no! You look amazing!" I reassure her, motioning for her to spin around so I could get a full view. She obliges, hesitantly spinning and extending her arms out by her sides, the skirt of her dress swishing around her. She halts facing me, "Thanks, Stace," she giggles, the start of a confident smile spreading on her face.

"Alright bitches, now that we're all here," Gemma announces, gaining everyone's attention. She holds up her hand, clasped around a bundle of what appeared to be candy necklaces. "I have a little game for us to play tonight. Know how we've been fighting over where to go for our next Girl's Trip?" She asks, tossing each of us a string of candies with a sly smirk. I held the candy up in front of me, quickly realizing these weren't necklaces, but thongs. "Gem, what the fuck are you getting at?" I asked accusingly. She chortled as the rest of us girls exchanged wary glances, only imagining what she had in mind. "We're going to wear these tonight and see who can get rid of the candies the fastest. Winner gets to choose our destination," she winks, stepping into the G-string and sliding it underneath her skirt, completely disregarding Nicholas sitting behind her. "A-and how do you expect us to do that?" Riley asks timidly, the blush rearing her face again.

Gemma chuckles and makes her way over to Riley, taking the ties of the burlap hood between her thumb and index finger, and twiddling it. "C'mon Riles, use that brain of yours. You're gonna get each and every one of those boys at this party to take a nibble," she chomps the air playfully and tugs on the string to release the knot with a laugh. "Hey!" Riley gasps, throwing her hands on her head to stop the burlap sack from falling to the floor. "Not funny," she grumbles, situating the hood back in its original place. "I don't know, Gemma. That's a little... risque." "That's the whole point, Riles! Maybe you'll get lucky with Jol—" "Shh!" Riley frantically covers Gemma's mouth and glances briefly at Nick, her face now beet red and eyes wide as saucers.

I exchanged a knowing look with Adeline, both of us snickering quietly. It was no secret that Riley had a thing for Jolly, always growing quiet and tucking herself behind one of us whenever he was in the room. And when he spoke to her? Forget it. It's like her brain short-circuits and she forgets how to speak, only able to laugh and play with the hem of her shirt. It was cute though, and I knew that a part of this game Gemma had planned was to break Riley out of her shell a bit.

With a shrug, I slipped out of my non edible underwear and tossed it into my hamper, replacing it with the candy thong. It was a little snug, and felt weird as the chalky beads rolled over my skin, but I was determined to get this off as quickly as possible. I was desperate to go to Hawaii.

Adeline steps into my bathroom to exchange her underwear, and Riley looks between the three of us when she returns, visibly shaking. She takes a deep breath and makes her way into my bathroom, doing the same as Adeline.

"Y'all are crazy," Nicholas comments with a chuckle and stands up, slipping his Michael Myers mask over his head. "Please, like you don't want to take a nibble," Gemma winks, bending slightly and wriggling her hips in his direction. I could just imagine the eye roll that was hidden by his mask as he silently sauntered through us, heading downstairs. "At least he's in character," I snorted, and we shared a laugh then trailed after him, ready for our night of fun as we descended the stairs.

Hitting the bottom step, I could just barely hear the doorbell over the music blasting through our home, the bass still vibrating through me. I made my way to the door, throwing it open to be met with a pair of dark eyes, covered slightly by shaggy bangs and shimmering from the strobe light behind me. I take in Noah's blood-stained white T-shirt and jeans as he holds a Ghostface mask in his right hand.

A smirk slowly spreads on his face as I stared for much longer than I should have, soaking in how fucking easy it was for him to look so good, and I could feel my face start to warm. Heat simmers low in my belly from the way he locks eyes with me and smolders at me—he knew exactly what he was doing. Noah and I have been playing this cat-and-mouse game for months, both of us too stubborn to admit our feelings to one another regardless of how obvious it was.

I cleared my throat, "Billy Loomis, huh?" "How could you tell?" he chuckles. I rolled my eyes, "It's not like Scream isn't my favorite slasher or anything." He feigns surprise, his eyebrows rising. "Is that so?" he teases, that smirk finding his lips again. I remained silent while I watched his eyes trail up and down my body, taking in my Jester costume.

He slowly brings his eyes back to mine, lingering on my chest briefly. "So, you gonna let me in or am I supposed to party on the porch by myself all night?" "Right," I chuckled, opening the door wider, allowing him room to enter. "Welcome to the night circus, where you can be a freak on purpose," I shoot him a wink, waving my arm in a grand fashion. "Why thank you, Anastasia," he crosses through the threshold, the way he put emphasis on my name causing a shiver to roll down my spine. No one uses my full name.

His eyes never left mine as he brushed past me, the bells on my dress jingling as he ran a finger across the bottom of it. My heart pounds from the seduction in his eyes, his proximity, the anticipation of his fingers grazing my skin. I watched him disappear into the kitchen while the strobes gave the illusion that his body was lagging behind, leaving nothing but the fog swirling in his wake.

Huffing out a breath, I go to shut the door blindly, having a boot wedge between it and the frame. I looked up at the owner of said boot, belonging to Jolly, who stood there sporting a kind smile with fake blood dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. "Shit, sorry Jolly. I didn't see you there," I apologized with a grimace and stepped back to allow him inside. He laughs, and I catch a glimpse of the fake fangs settled on his teeth. "That's alright, I could see you were a bit preoccupied," he winks before making his way inside, trailing after Noah.

I felt my cheeks burn hot from embarrassment, and suddenly the collar around my neck was beginning to suffocate me. Shutting the door, I took a deep breath to recollect myself and calm my erratic heart. This was going to be an interesting night.

-

The night carried on, with dozens upon dozens of strangers funneling into our home. Half the pizza was gone, the kegs have been tapped, and I was feeling pretty good after a few drinks. I managed to get a couple bites taken from the candy G-string by said strangers, as did the others, but we appeared to still be neck-and-neck in our little competition.

Folio was running rampant around the house in his werewolf costume, sloshing beer in his wake, while Adeline and Noah were nowhere in sight. Riley had tucked herself in the corner of the living room, trying her best to make small talk with Jolly, who seemed very interested in what she had to say. And of course, Nicholas was taking advantage of his Michael Myers costume, sneaking up on people and scaring the shit out of them.

"Stacy!" I heard Gemma call my name as I snagged a slice of pizza. I turned towards her while taking a bite, perking an eyebrow up in questioning. "Come do a keg stand with me!" I rolled my eyes, swallowing the bite I took. "Let me finish my slice of pizza first, Gem. I haven't eaten all night!" She wasn't even paying attention to what I had to say, giggling as she skipped on over to the keg.

I followed after her, shaking my head with a chuckle as she threw herself onto Matt's back, who barely had time to register what was happening. He caught her just in time, nearly falling forward as he hooked her knees on his elbows, scolding her. "Matty," she laughs, "can you help me with the keg stand?" "If it gets you off my back, sure," he huffs. "I may be dressed as Goku, but I'm not a Super Saiyan, so you gotta find another person to help hold your drunk ass up." "Deal!" she lands a sloppy kiss on his cheek before sliding off his back, immediately waving me towards her.

I sighed and tossed my pizza onto the closest counter, knowing she would just keep pestering me until I obliged. Gemma takes hold of the handles and bends at the waist, beginning to hoist herself up by kicking her legs out. Matt and I exchanged looks and rolled our eyes at her impatience, both of us grasping a leg to steady her as she flipped upside down, her skirt falling and exposing the candy underwear.

"You ready?" Matt asks her, not even noticing that her ass was now exposed, and brings the spout to her mouth. She responds by giggling, taking the spout between her teeth. "Three, two, one... Go!" he counts down, opening the spigot and funneling beer to her.

It was messy at first as she continued to giggle, foam billowing from her lips, dripping into her hair and on top of the keg. After a moment, she stifles her hysterics and gets a better grasp on the spout, finally drinking it down as the room starts to count how long she could stay up.

"Gemma, what the fuck are you wearing?" Matt laughs just after the room counts to eight. I brought my attention to him; he finally noticed the edible underwear, unapologetically staring at her ass with a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Gemma starts to laugh, the spout falling from her mouth, which continues to pour beer all over the floor. Her arms buckle as she laughs harder, and she topples backward, landing straight on her back. She groans out in pain, only to erupt into another fit of giggles.

I snorted with amusement and shook my head at the sight before me, reaching for the spigot to close it. "Are you alright?" I asked her and promptly offered a hand to help her up. She accepts my hand and pulls herself up, stumbling to her feet. "Oh yeah, that was hilarious," she chuckles, turning her attention to Matt. "For your information, Matty, it's called candy underwear." "Right, but why are you wearing it?" She motions her head at me, "We're having a competition—me, Stacy, Adeline, and Riley—and for the life of us, we can't agree on where to go for vacation. So, like the genius that I am, I decided whoever can get all the candy bitten off by the end of the night, wins."

He barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "That is the stupidest shit you've ever come up with, Gem." He grabs a solo cup and starts to fill it with beer from the keg, "Where is it that you guys want to go that you can't agree on something?" I mimic his actions, filling my own cup. "I wanna go to Hawaii," I shrugged, followed by taking a sip of my beer. "Riley wants to go to the Bahamas, I think Addy wants to go to Niagara Falls." "What about you, Gem?" Matt asks, pointing his cup in her direction. "Las Vegas!" she shouts.

He nods slowly and takes a long sip of his drink, mulling over our answers. With the hand that was holding the solo cup, he points a finger at me and gives me a quick head nod. "Bend over, I'm taking a bite." "Excuse me?" I folded my arms over my chest, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Hawaii is the best option in my opinion," he shrugs, putting his cup down and closing the gap between us.

He sidles up behind me, lifting the skirt of my dress on his own as he crouches. I shiver from the feeling of his warm breath on my backside as he brings the candy into his mouth, his lips brushing against my skin. I could feel him pull on the string as he fought with it to break the candy, having it snap back into place when he successfully took what felt like a big chunk off. I glanced at Gemma with wide eyes, not expecting this from Matt, and she did not seem amused by any means.

"You better fucking win this shit, Stace," he mumbles and stands up, chewing on the candy. "That's the whole idea, Matt," I winked at him, tugging my dress back into place before returning to my pizza waiting for me on the counter. Gemma scoffs, "What about me? That doesn't seem very fair." "You said it yourself, Gem. It's a competition," Matt retorts. "One of you has to win, and none of you will if I take a bite off each of your asses." Her mouth drops open, appalled by his words, and she quickly exits the room with an exasperated exhale.

"Drama queen," he snickers as he washes down the sweets with a pull of his beer. "The other guys know about this?" "Nick does, not sure if the others caught wind or not. A few strangers were brave enough to take a nibble or two," I chuckled. "Well then, carry on. The night is still young." He bumps his cup with mine in cheers before trailing after Gemma.

With a shrug, I did just so and topped off my cup before heading into the living room. The air in the room was sticky from all the heat radiating off people's bodies, everyone practically shoulder to shoulder as they danced and drank whatever they had in their hands. I take a large pull of my drink, starting my journey through the sea of people until I lock eyes with those same alluring eyes from earlier in the night.

Noah stands there, leaning against the wall opposite of me with his arms folded over his chest. A smirk begins to spread across his face when he sees that he has my undivided attention, and my heart leaps into my throat from how long he holds my gaze. He only breaks eye contact when Nick sidles up beside him, lifting his mask to speak to Noah.

I take another sip of my drink, hoping to swallow my heart back where it belongs but to no avail. Whatever Nick had said to Noah only made his smirk grow, his eyes flickering back to me as he pushed off the wall and began to cut through the crowd towards me.

What the fuck did Nick say to him?

I straighten my posture as he stands in front of me, trying to give the impression that I wasn't beginning to crumble underneath his devious presence. He leans towards me, bringing his mouth so close to my ear that I can feel his breath ghost by it, a chill running down my spine. "Come with me," he says lowly, his tone immediately spreading warmth to my core.

He brushes past me, this time his fingers grazing against my thigh, and my breath gets caught in my throat. Taking another gulp of my beer, I followed him out of the living room and down the hallway that passed by the kitchen. He halts when we're away from the crowd, leaning up against the wall again with the same smirk on his face from moments before. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me.

Now annoyed by his silence, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why did you bring me here, Noah?" "Like you don't know," he chuckles. I squint my eyes at him, "What are you getting at?" He hums with amusement, pushing himself off the wall, and stalks towards me again, this time brandishing a knife. My eyes grow wide and I back against the wall, my heart pounding as panic starts to wash over me.

He snorts, lowering his hand. "Relax, it's fake. I'm just trying to stay in character. You know, Billy Loomis and all." I huffed, "That wasn't funny." "Mmm, was pretty funny to me. Shoulda seen your face." "Fuck you, Noah," I let out a breathy laugh. "So, you gonna tell me what's going on or can I go back to the party?" He takes another step towards me, tipping my head up with the blade of the plastic knife under my chin. I remained calm this time, knowing it was fake, and stared up at him as I waited for an answer. "A little birdy told me there's a competition between you girls. Is that true?"

So, that's what Nick told him.

"That is true," I confirmed. "And does it involve candy underwear, or was that a lie?" My throat goes dry; I swallow as my heart begins to pound again. "Y-yes," I stammered. "Interesting," he muses, tracing the blade leisurely down my throat. "I love candy necklaces; it's the same candy, right?" I nodded shallowly. "I may have to partake in this competition then if you'll allow it." I take a deep breath in as he continues to skim the knife across my breasts, dragging it down the front of my dress. I lost my voice while my reply swirled round and round in my head, dizzying me as I saw his eyes darken with mischief while he scrutinized my every move.

The knife reaches the middle of my thigh, and he changes direction, slipping it under my dress. He inches it back up my thigh, bringing the heat in my stomach to a simmer as it neared my center. I squeeze my legs together when he slides it between them, and he chuckles. "I'll take that as a no," he says, retracting the knife. "No, you may," I breathed. "Maybe without the knife, though." "Fair enough." He agrees, tucking it into his back pocket.

He lowers himself to his knees, leering up at me with hunger in his eyes as he fists the bottom of my dress. "May I?" I gave a quick nod and held my breath as his head disappeared under the skirt. He wastes no time at all; I can feel the tug against the strings as he takes a section of the beads into his mouth, his warm breath caressing my mound. I chomp down on my lip to hold back the mewl that wanted to escape me from the sensation.

The thong snaps back into place when he successfully takes a bite, causing me to jump slightly. I heard him chuckle, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he takes another mouthful, this time sucking them into his mouth rather than taking them in between his teeth. His lips brush against me ever-so-slightly, my body reacting to the closeness by clenching around nothing.

Fuck. This was turning me on way too fucking much.

"Noah," I warned. "I-I think you've had enough." He releases the candy, and they snap back against me, once again causing me to buck my hips forward. The sweets were now sticky from his saliva, the underwear even more uncomfortable now as the beads stick against my skin. His face emerges from my skirt, and he looks up at me through the dark bangs covering his eyes, licking his lips slowly. "Sorry, I just really like candy necklaces. Let me take one last bite."

He doesn't even wait for me to respond, heading back to where he just was. "No-waaah," I began to scold him for his behavior, only to be interrupted by the moan he elicited from me. He had slipped his tongue through the strings, padding it against my clit while he pulled on another mouthful of candies. "That bite tasted really good." He chuckles deviously, the vibration buzzing through me and sending another tingle through my middle.

He moves back, looking up at me with that same sly smirk he's been brandishing all night. "I really wanna eat it all. And I don't just mean the candy." Heat rises up my neck and across my face from his words, and my clit throbs just from the thought of him devouring every last bead before devouring me. I clenched my thighs together, trying to get some friction where I wanted it the most as I eagerly waited for him to touch me again.

"I know you want to win this competition, Anastasia," he mutters sardonically. "Why don't you let me help?" I swallowed harshly, giving him a quick nod. "Come with me," he coos, taking my hand as he stands, and brings me into the closest room.

It felt wrong as he shut the door to Riley's bedroom and locked it, and even worse when he shoved me playfully onto her bed. The feeling of guilt quickly diminishes, melting into desire as he slowly clambers onto the bed, settling between my legs. He bunches my dress up, exposing the edible underwear once again, lowering himself until his mouth was only a mere centimeter away from it.

He takes one single bead between his teeth, breaking it off and chewing it, all while staring up at me with fire burning in his eyes. He does it again, and again, his mouth dangerously close to my clit, until I couldn't handle him teasing me any longer. "Noah," I whined, wriggling my hips in front of him eagerly. "Please." "Ah, ah," he scolds, "you gotta wait until all of this candy is gone." He laughs when I let out an aggravated huff, taking another mouthful of the candy and sucking on it.

"Tastes so good," he moans out. "The candy is sweet, but your arousal makes it even sweeter," he muses, letting the moist candies fall from his mouth, slapping against my clit. I whimpered and bucked my hips forward, having him take the same candies back in his mouth and finally break them off. I breathed deep with anticipation, my chest heaving as I watched him lazily chew the sweets, his eyes boring into mine with animosity. "Hm," his eyes fall back to the thong, a satisfied grin grazing his lips. "Would you look at that, all the candies are gone. All there is left to eat is..." His eyes flicker back to mine, the smile only growing on his face. "You."

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down with a bruising force while he brought his mouth down to me. He pushes the strings aside, never breaking eye contact as he runs his tongue along my soaked folds agonizingly slow, the look alone shaking me to the core. He takes his time, savoring me as he casually licks his way up to my clit, lolling the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud.

"Fuck," I whispered, and my head falls back against the mattress. My eyes fluttered shut when he applied a bit more pressure to my clit, still moving in slow circles. I moaned lightly when he entered a finger inside of me, and then another seconds later. He unhurriedly curls them upwards, just barely pressing against that sweet spot as he carries on.

"Look at me," he mumbles against me. I don't move—I can't, not with the way he's paralyzing me, spreading bliss through my entire body with just his two fingers and tongue. "Anastasia," he says sternly, retracting his fingers. "I wanna watch those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head when I make you come." I whimpered from the unwanted emptiness, once again clenching around nothing as I craved to be filled again. Knowing he wouldn't continue until I obliged due to his stubbornness, I had no choice but to pick my head up and look at him.

"Good girl," he chuckles lowly, his eyes glimmering with fervor. He rewards me by sliding his long fingers inside of me, thrusting them with urgency. It took every fiber of my being to not throw my head back down and cry out, knowing he would stop if I were to do that. He lowers his mouth down to me, working his tongue around my awaiting clit strategically, quickly building up my climax.

My legs start to tremble, my hips involuntarily lifting off the mattress to press my cunt harder against his tongue. "That's it," he moans against me, the bass in his voice vibrating through me. "Let go, Anastasia." His eyes darken as he continues to leer up at me, grazing his teeth against my clit before encasing it with his lips, sucking on it. His fingers continued to curl against my walls feverishly, beckoning me to come undone, his eyes commanding me to fall apart under his control.

The pressure continued to climb with each stroke against my G-spot, and I knew by the curl of his lips that he could tell I was close. The more my body trembled beneath him, the more he concentrated on his actions, watching the way my body reacted to him.

The spool finally springs loose inside of me, my hands fisting the sheets as I cried out from the ecstasy coursing through me. My eyes wrench shut, my body quakes uncontrollably, and he continues to carry me through my high, his actions relentless. He laps up every last drop of my orgasm with a breathy laugh, his hands pressed against my thighs to hold my legs open, not finished with me just yet.

He only stops when I go limp, collapsing against the sheets, and my chest heaves as I try to catch the breath that he knocked out of me. As I lay here, nearly comatose, I felt him pull on the strings of the candy thong one last time, only I didn't feel them snap back into place. “That oughta do it," he says confidently. I lift my head to look at him; the plastic knife is in his hand again, and the strings of the edible underwear are dangling off the blade.

I threw my head back and laughed—looks like I’m going to Hawaii.

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[bruisedleftknee]

Untitled 01

Wrote the following 1.3k words in one sitting during my lunch break at work yesterday. Don’t take it seriously, I was horny and my brain needed this. Enjoy, I guess?!

Was listening to this playlist while writing it BTW

Noah x afab!Reader

TWs: a little blood?, unprotected sex, idk what else LOL

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It’s been a few hours since they’ve been in bed and they both look a little tired, maybe more than a little but neither of them is saying anything about it. She’s standing on her knees with her back straight looking down at Noah who is now kneeling in front of her, knees slightly facing outward, he’s looking down, breathing slowly and heavily because he’s so tired.

“Hey hey, I didn’t say you can look away, look at, me,” She said as she held Noah’s face by the chin and tilted his head up, “I want to see your face,” she said as she caressed his messy hair that was framing his face “Are you tired?” she asked gently “No” he answered looking up and into her eyes “Are you sure?” she asked, smiling “Yes” “You look tired, is this too much for you?” “No, don’t stop,” he said beggingly “Good, then open for me,” she said as she slid four fingers deep inside his mouth, and he gagged a little. She reached for his cock that has been hard for a good while now, “You’re so hard for me, aren’t you?” she said as she stroked his cock, “Mhem-” he tried to answer with his mouth that was full. She pulled out her fingers and kissed him hard, she could taste his saliva that was dripping from his mouth, she bit his bottom lip hard a few times between the kisses, drops of blood started coming out of the little scars on his lips; he tried to wipe them with his hand but realized the knot that held his hands behind his back was tighter than he thought “Don’t try to move so much baby, I don’t want you to get tired” she said as she was stroking his dick with the hand that was inside his mouth just now, the wetness of his saliva made it slippery and smooth; he was moaning louder now, his lips that were covered in the redness of the blood looked glossy. She was stroking his cock harder now, his stomach was starting to get stiff, his breaths were getting shorter and he was moaning loud now with his eyes closed; she could see that his orgasm was close so she stopped. He let out a whine and tears started running down his face, “I’m sorry, just a little more darling” She caressed his face again, then moved her hand from his cheek to his neck and pressed hard, his heart was pounding fast now, she held his cock with one hand and started stroking it again, squeezing his balls between the strokes, his breaths got heavy again and his cheeks were still wet from the tears that were running down his face seconds ago. She kissed him again, his bloody lips tasted salty now, and bruises were starting to appear on his neck and chest. “You’re doing so good for me, you know that?” “Please,” he said breathlessly, “Please what, Noah? Say it, baby,” she said smiling “I want to hear it” She stroked him harder, now moving her other hand and sliding her fingers into his mouth again “What do you need this pretty mouth for if you won’t use it, hmm? Talk to me” “Pleas- I need t..” he said as saliva mixed with blood dripped from his mouth “P- plea-” tears were running down his face again, “Say it, Noah.” “Please, just- I can’t..” He said breathlessly, looking up at her, “Okay, only because you did so good for me tonight” she smirked, stroked his cock fast, and pushed her fingers down his throat, “You can cum for me, I know you can” she said as he locked eyes with her, his stomach got stiff again and shots of cum ejaculated out of his cock on her thighs, she was still holding his cock “Aah-” he groaned in pain as she squeezed his cock after he came “Look at the mess you made” she touched the liquid that was on her thighs now and spread it all over herself thighs and belly; then laid down on her back and guided his head towards her pussy with her leg, his hands were still tied behind his back but now he was kneeling forward with his mouth close to her “Open my hands” he said “You can do this with no hands” she said as she leaned on her elbows “I need to touch you” he said “Maybe later. Come on” she answered.

He started licking his cum off her thighs, starting from her knees to her lower stomach, he ran his tongue all over her thighs then moved to her inner thighs, pressed his face between her legs to make her spread them more. She was warm, he could feel the warmth that was between her legs, he kissed the inner part of her thighs and ran his tongue all over her pussy, she was wet, she was dripping, and there was liquid running down her ass cleft that left a wet mark on the grey bed sheet. He pushed his tongue inside her hole and sucked her clit, she was moaning. “You’ve learned” She grabbed his head by the hair and pressed his face into her pussy, they both moaned as he ate her out. “You’re hard again,” she said smiling then pushed him onto the bed and untied his hands, the second his hands were free he grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed, her back was facing him now, he pushed her head down into the pillow and grabbed her ass by both hands, her pussy was glistening, he spitted on it and slid his hard cock inside, she let out a loud moan “Finally!” she said as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes “You’re gonna show me how hard you can fuck me?” He started thrusting fast and hard into her “Is this what you want?” he asked “Harder” she said, he was slamming himself into her “Harder!!” she almost screamed. He grabbed her ass cheek with one hand and started rubbing her clit with his other hand, she was moaning loud when he suddenly pulled out “Nooo’’ she said out loud then as he flipped her on the bed fast and spread her legs wide open, his cock was so hard that he didn’t need to put it in with his hand, he slid it inside her pussy without even looking at it and hovered over her, his lips were still red and his hair was even messier now “You’re my pretty little slut” he said as he thrusted into her harder “You were my slut a few minutes ago” she said smirking “And that’s all you get” he slammed harder and started rubbing her clit in circular motion with his thumb, his rhythm got faster and messier as he got closer to his orgasm “I want.. YOU.. to come for me.. now” he between his breaths “I am” she said desperately “I’m gon-” she moaned loud as her back arched and she orgasmed but he kept going, she covered her face with her hands, he hold her wrists and moved her hands away from her face “I want to- see you.” He thrust even harder into her now, she was still moaning from the pleasure of the aftershocks when he finally orgasmed and came inside her. He laid his forehead on her chest after he pulled out. Cum was running down her hole, she hugged his head and left little kisses on top of it, he ran his hands through her hair, his fingertips caressing his scalp. They both were quiet, their hearts still beating fast but they were calm now. “I love you,” he said quietly “I know, I love you, too.”

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[badnoahmens]

Love Drunk

A/N - going through some of my old fics and recycling them to get back into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy this little one shot!

“You’re alright, I gotcha” Noah said to you as his arm snaked around your hip, holding you upright as his other hand jiggled the keys in the lock of the door. Your arm slung over his shoulder as you swayed back and forth next to him.

His arm twisted at an awkward angle to swing the door open, nudging it with his foot as his other hand came down to help hold you upright, pretty much catching you as you fell forward sloppily. He felt your weight lean heavily on his side as your legs began to give out from under you, dragging almost uselessly under you now as Noah carried you into the room.

He closed the door behind you and quickly leant down, looping one arm under your legs and the other behind you back as he picked you up and held you in his arms. The sudden motion was enough to make you even more dizzy.

“Thnks *hiccup* baaaaaabbee” you slur.

Noah juggles you in his hands, swinging a leg behind him to kick the door shut and nudging the lock over with his elbow, as he blows a puff of air up to get a stray lock of hair out of his eye. As he held you in his arms, you sat happily, often poking his cheek with your finger or kicking your legs back and forth like a child.

As you looked at him, your vision was blurry and the room spun around you, but that might have just been because Noah was quickly walking through your apartment and to your bedroom. You could feel the softness of your duvet under you as Noah placed you on the bed. It creaked as you rolled onto your stomach, propping your head on your palms as you leant on your elbows and watched Noah begin to write out a text message on his phone.

After a night out with some friends, and a few drinks more than what you were used to, a friend has dialed Noah’s number and told him about the state you were in. Without hesitation, Noah came to your rescue, convincing you that the night was over as he tried to guide you out of the bar. Thanks to the state you were in, and your willingness to be whisked away with Noah, he was easily able to maneuver you home, juggling you in his hands as you grew more limp the closer you got.

“I don’t feel so good,” you murmur. Noah was quick enough to hoist you up and lead you to the bathroom, throwing the toilet lid up and pulling your hair back as the contents in your stomach suddenly hurled their way out.

The disgusting concoction was emptied from inside you as you groaned and leant your head against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. You could feel the light circles Noah was rubbing on your back, making soothing noises as his hands and fingers grazed through your hair to pull back the loose strands.

His other hand was rubbing circles on your arm that rested round the toilet bowl. You watched as his tattooed fingers tranced circles on your skin, but it was enough to make you dizzy all over again. You felt the muscles in your stomach constrict and your body lurched forward, gagging at the taste of what was coming up.

“Shhhhh, it's okay. You’re okay” Noah whispered.

Noah left then, just for a moment, to get a damp towel to wipe it across your forehead to rid of the cold-sweats that were breaking out on your brow. With the coolness settling in upon your forehead, your eyes dipped shut and you could feel the wave of sleepiness wash over you.

“Not here. Don’t sleep here. C’mon… that's gross” Noah would try to pry you from the floor, only to have you grip your hands around the toilet bowl and empty your stomach into it once more.

After you were confident that nothing else would come up, Noah wrapped his arms around you once more, standing you on your legs and handing you a toothbrush.

“You’ll feel much better after you brush your teeth babe” he ushered. You did as you were told, half because you didn’t want Noah to have to put up with your bad vomit-breath all night.

Once you were done in the bathroom, Noah started leading you towards the bed. As you sat, he began to tug away the clothes you were wearing. You felt a wash of relief as your restricting ‘going-out clothes’ were finally taken off, replaced by the soft cotton of your favourite pyjama shirt that even smelt a little like him. You couldn’t help but smirk at the feeling of Noah’s hands gliding over your body, how warm and soft they were. Your hands grabbed his shoulders as he helped you step into a pair of soft shorts, and he even helped tie your hair up so it was out of your face for the night.

You made your way under the duvet and sheets, curling up to your side clutching at your belly. Waiting for Noah to join you by your side, instead you saw him walk out of the room.

“Where you going?” you slur.

“I’ll be back in a moment. Just cleaning the bathroom” he said, throwing a soft smile your way.

The rustling of plastic cleaning bottles and flushes from the toilet could be heard from outside the room, but upon Noah’s return, he was faced with an empty bed in front of him.

Noah sighed, dropping his head back as he noticed you were gone.

“Nooooaaahhhh” he heard being called from the other room. He walked towards the voice, seeing you in the kitchen, handfuls of dry cereal being crammed into your mouth.

“Babe, its late, and you really need to get some sleep” he ushered, in an attempt for you to come with him to bed.

“Nope” you denied. “I feel better than ever” you say, stuffing another handful of food into your mouth. You grinned as you munched down on the food, spilling crumbs everywhere on the counter and floor around you.

Noah began to walk towards you, but you had the grand idea of playing a little game with you. He would walk around one side of the kitchen, and you would dart over to the opposite. You watched as he raised a quizzical eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea” he said, watching as you ran around the room, nearly tripping over your own feet multiple times. He couldn’t help but try and stifle a laugh at the sight of your playful self, leaping over couches and clambering over countertops as you fled from Noah’s grasps.

You heard him sigh and saw the tiredness holding him back, bags weighing under his eyelids and slow movements were telltale signs that he was almost about to drop and fall asleep on the spot. Looking over at the clock, it was 3:24am, and Noah had woken from his sleep earlier to come and get you. You felt a wash of guilt come over you, remembering he had a 5am start soon approaching.

He watched as your facial expressions fell from elated to guilty.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, finally catching up to your and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You leant into him, arms enveloping his torso.

“I’m sorry I’m keeping you awake” you murmured, followed by a hiccup.

“S’all right” he said, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple. Your eyes closed at the contact, before Noah took your hand leading you into the bedroom.

You rolled into bed, tugging the sheets up around you and curling up to your side. You watched as Noah pressed one more kiss to your forehead, before walking out of the room, once again, cleaning up after the mess you had made in your drunken state.

He returned to find you, finally, sleeping peacefully under a mountain of blankets and sheets, mouth slightly open, heavy breathing falling out, and pillow closely hugged tight to your core by your side.

Noah adored you. He got to experience the most pure of love with you, even if that was cleaning up the mix of stomach acid and alcohol while you fell asleep. As he quietly waltzed his way to the side of the bed, be leant over, knuckles digging into the mattress as his other hand grasped the pillow you were hugging. At the slightest shift of weight, you pulled the pillow out of his grip and tugged it closer to you. Noah smiled, chuckling a little to himself. Even when asleep, you were still just as defiant. So he tried again, this time holding on tighter and pulling it once more.

He watched as a frown began to crease your forehead, trying to pry the pillow from his fingers, murmurs to yourself in your sleep.

“No, don’t go” you would say.

Noah cocked his head to the side, trying to understand what you meant. He was doing to opposite, and trying to get in the bed, not leave.

He tugged the pillow once more to see what you would do.

“Don’t leave Noah,” you said, pulling the pillow back.

A smile covered his face as he realised what you, in your unconscious state, were trying to say. He figured out that you thought the pillow was Noah.

After giving up on trying to pull the pillow form you, he instead slid under the sheets anyway. He began to shimmy himself closer to you, manoeuvring the pillow over him so your arms began to wrap around him instead.

Along the process, you woke from your sleepy haze; eyes peering open to meet Noah’s, which you swore had a sparkle even in the dark of the night.

“What?” you mumble, rubbing the palm of your hand against your eye.

“Nothin’,” he replies.

You rested your head on Noah’s chest, feeling the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest, a melody that soothed the spinning room around you, and a lullaby that you were more than happy to fall asleep to every night

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[concreteburialplot]

-> 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘; 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲/𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Noah Sebastian x Fem!OC [Vallie]

Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!OC [Vallie]

-> 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿; 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮/𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo

-> 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃; 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Noah Sebastian x Fem!OC [Amelia]

* = smut

-> (Don’t Cry Over) Spilled Wine*

Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader

-> Draped Across*

Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader

-> Delicate Beginning Rush*

Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader

-> The Wonder Of You*

Birthday Boy!Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!Reader

-> Anything Else?

Nicholas Ruffilo x Sick!Reader

-> We’ll Get You There*

Morning Sex!Nicholas x Fem!Reader

#thought it was time to post a MASTER masterlist #seeing as i have wip one shots coming #text dividers by: cafekitsune #sparkly divider by: real-afterglow #shitty banners by me :) #my perfectionist ass worked very hard on this #concreteburialplot masterlist #maybe i will post an about me next 💗 #concreteburialplot works #fic masterlist #bad omens fanfic #virality series #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #intertwined series #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fic #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nick ruffilo fanfic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo x reader #noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo fanfic

[ladyveronikawrites]

I am blaming you for the brain rot @badhedonist, please enjoy💜

BadHedonist's Nick x Noah HC

Say My Name

Nick x Noah

CW: light voyeurism, Somnophilia  (individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious) , Acousticophilia - (being sexually aroused by sound/ noises, moans, music etc), m masturbation, Noah being first sour then sweet 👀

*in this fictitious situation all consent has been pre-negotiated.

**if these are your kinks, please talk to your partner before trying them- consent is key

*** this is an rpf, if it's not your thing, don't yuck someone else's yum, please scroll on.

Noah finds Nicholas sound asleep in his bed. The corners of his lips curl in a smirk as he watches Nicholas’s bare chest rise and fall. Noah thinks it's cute the way Nicholas hugs the pillow to his side. Noah fishes the earbuds from his pockets before padding silently into the room.

Noah freezes when Nick stirs, but soon he is snoring softly. Noah slowly releases the breath he was holding before leaning over his friend to gently pop an ear bud in his ear. 

Noah's heart pounds in his ears as he waits for Nick to wake but he doesn't. Noah leans against the wall as he slides his phone from his pocket. He finds the voice memo he made only hours prior of him jerking off. He makes sure the volume is low when he presses play.

The moan Nick makes shoots straight to Noah's dick. Noah’s hands fist at his side as he watches his best friend softly rut against the pillow. 

“N-n,” Nick’s soft moan turns into a snore as his movements sputter out. Hungry to pull more beautiful noises from his best friend, Noah increases the volume just a bit. Nick grunts and his shoulders tense as he holds the pillow tighter. Noah pops in the other earbud and it's like deja vu or maybe its inception. The moans in his ear, his moans- turn him on just as much as his friend. Noah spits on his hand before stroking himself, matching Nick’s thrusts against his pillow. Noah’s head rolls back against the wall with a thud as he shuts his eyes, focusing on the noises coming from Nick’s mouth. He turns up the volume once again and Nick starts to whimper. Noah clenches his jaw tight as the pleasure begins to coil in his core. 

“Noa-” Nick’s raspy groan is Noah’s demise. “Fuck,” Noah hisses as precum slicks his hand. When he finally opens his eyes, he finds his best friend’s hair a mess and his body starting to tremble. 

It’s now or never. 

Noah pushes himself off the wall and rips the covers off of Nick. To Noah’s surprise, Nick doesn’t stir, bless his heavy sleep patterns. Noah caresses his friend’s cheek before pulling the earbud from his ear and pocketing it. Noah grips the headboard and leans over Nick, slowly stroking the precum over his erect cock. A deep moan shudders through him uninhibited. It’s then he finally hears it.

“Noah” 

With white knuckles, his rhythm sputters in time with Nick’s as his cum splashes onto his friend’s back. Grunting, he works himself from the aftershock as Nick’s body stills, his breath slowing back to snoring. 

Noah internally shakes himself and pulls his shirt off to carefully clean up his mess. After discarding the shirt on the floor, he climbs into bed with Nick, kissing his best friend’s shoulder before wrapping his arm around his waist to pull him closer. Breathing in Nick’s scent and body heat, Noah finds sleep easy.

#bad omens head canon #nick x noah #noah sebastian headcanons #nicholas ruffilo headcanon #bad omens hc #nick x noah smut #noah sebastian fic #nicholas ruffilo fic #one shot #bad omens one shot #cw: consensual voyeurism #cw: acousticophila #cw: Somnophilia #cw: Acousticophilia

[ebechnasheim]

Penny after penny reaching for a hand to pull you out | source

#noah sebastian #nick folio #bad omens #bad omens cult #fave #this is one of my fave shots

[msmadhatter52785]

i hope this is acceptable.

@crimson-calligraphyx

A/N PLEASE KNOW YOU ARE WORTH SO MUCH & DESERVE SO MUCH HAPPINESS DONT GIVE UP

Y/n P.o.V

I’ve been struggling lately with my demons, it’s very hard for me to admit to anyone that I’m not okay. My loving boyfriend Noah has just come back from tour last night. I’ve been wearing long sleeves trying to keep the new and healing cut hidden. I know he always says to call him when it gets bad, but how do I put that one him? I don’t hear him walk in when I’m trying to talk myself from this invisible ledge. I start to lose the battle when I feel him snake his strong arms around me slowly taking the blade of my hands. I turn around and start crying and apologizing to him.

                                                  Noah P.O.V

I hear y/n talking so horrible about herself, I knew something was wrong when she was wearing long sleeves and distant look in her eyes. I walk quickly, but quietly to the bathroom where she is about to add another mark to her beautiful body. I slip my arms around her waist while slowly removing the blade from her hand. While she cries in my arms, I just hold her tight telling her not to apologize.

“Y/N, sweetheart why didn’t you tell me it was getting bad again?” I ask as I clean up the fresher and slightly older marks.

“I didn’t want to put that on you.”

“I want you to confide into me Y/N, those thoughts are so far from the truth I wish you’d see that.” I say softly as I finish bandaging her arm

“Come on sweet heart I’m ordering all our favorites and we are going to have a movie marathon tonight, and every day till you feel better and then we are going on a mini vacation. I love you so much Y/n please let me in when you feel like slipping.”

“You’re not mad or ashamed of me?”

“I will never be ashamed or mad at you we all have demons we fight some more visible some more hidden. You made it so long before you relapsed and I have no doubt that one day soon this will be a distant memory.”

“The scars will still be here though Noah I’m so disgusting.”

“Y/N! No these are battle scars look at everything you been through and how far you have made it. Let me help you and we can make it where you will be able to see these scars and look at your life seeing how far you’ve made it.” I say kissing her lips and helping her into my tee shirt while I order all kinds of food from door dash and put her comfort movie on cuddling into the couch with her making sure she can feel I’m sincere in every word I said.

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #noah sebastain one shot #tw selfharm #self acceptance #recovery

[jennay]

Honey Bee

Parts: One/two/three/four/six

Master List

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27 @jadert15 @an-insane-day @nyxthedestroyerofworlds

Noah stared at you from across the diner table, watching you push your food around on your plate. You had bacon left on your plate, and the more he eyeballed it, the more he wanted it. "Are you going to eat that?" He asks, pointing his fork at your plate.

Your eyes shoot up to him, a smile gracing your lips; you shake your head and push the plate toward him. "Go for it. I think I'll be sick if I eat anymore." You take a drink of your water, hoping your stomach settles. "I don't know how the fuck you eat so much." 

Noah shrugs his shoulders and grabs the bacon from your plate, "Don't shame me." He teases, "I'm not judging you for eating some hashbrowns and two eggs but not finishing the bacon, which is the best fucking part." He says as he chomps down on the slice.

"I'm not judging you. I'm impressed." You say, reaching for your purse and rummaging through it. "You and Jolly both eat like crazy, never gain weight and honestly, I find it offensive." You joke while placing your debit 

card on the table, but Noah quickly snatches it.

He pulls out his wallet and grabs his own, placing your debit card in with his other cards.

"What are you doing? Give it back." You say while holding your hand out.

Noah hands the waitress his card, flashing her a smile, "All on one." He says, his brown eyes drop back to you. "I'll give it back before I take you home."

You throw your hands up in defeat, "You know I have money, right? I do work for a living." 

He rolls his eyes and leans forward, resting his chin on his knuckles and giving you a sarcastic smile. "But it's your birthday." His eyebrows raise, and his lips press together. 

You let out a tiny huff, "You never let me pay for shit on your birthday!" You remind him, shaking your head. 

He shrugs his shoulder, "That's because I don't care about my birthday. You still like yours." He takes a sip of his coffee, watching you with playful eyes. He's waiting for a sarcastic remark, but you don't say anything entertaining, which confuses him. "What, no sassy comment? Just a dull blank stare?"

You shrug, breaking your eye contact with Noah. You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. "Nothing seems special about it this year. It's just another year of doing the same shit I always do."

You see Noah's nose crinkle and his lips pursed as if he's repulsed by what you said. "Don't be ridiculous. You had an amazing year. You traveled to Sweden, you got rid of your nightmare roommate, and you earned a raise that lets you keep your apartment without her."

The waitress returns with Noah's receipt, and while Noah fills out his information, you think about his words for a minute. You did quite a bit this year, things you should be proud of, so why weren't you?

"You know what's very different this year though?" He says, not looking up from the paper.

You push your chair back and stand up, stretching your arms. "A lot of things are different." You say as memories of the year flash in your mind.

He nods, getting up from his seat and following you out of the diner, where you are greeted by the harsh glare of the sun and the stifling heat. 

The air is dry and dusty, and you feel a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin. You squint your eyes and shield them with your hand, wishing you had brought your sunglasses. 

"Yeah, but this year, you aren't spending your birthday with me and Jolly; it's just me, and that's probably got you feeling a little weird." He reminds you as he adjusts his cap and wipes his forehead with his sleeve. Noah matches your walking pace, which happens to be fast and uncomfortable. He didn't want to sweat anymore. 

"You know he'll be back next week?" He says, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

You turn your head to look at him briefly. "Why are you acting like I'm not in the same group chat as you?" You exhale loudly, your chest tight and heavy, showing you don't want to discuss the subject. It's not that you were still angry at Jolly or holding any grudges, but you knew things wouldn't be the same when he got home; no matter how bad you wanted it, there would always be that core memory of him rejecting you. Yes, it had been a month since you got home, but a month wasn't enough to recover from the embarrassment you'd feel every time you saw him. 

"Are you still ignoring him?" Noah wondered, hoping you would confide in him about it. You'd been silent about the subject, and Jolly constantly changed the topic whenever Noah mentioned you coming home early. 

You both stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn. "We text occasionally, but nothing too serious." You lie, hoping to end the conversation. You knew you were avoiding Jolly. You knew you still had feelings for him, and you knew he didn't feel the same way, and even if he did, he'd convinced himself it wouldn't work, so you'd shove the feelings down and hope they disappeared.

"Do you want me to talk to him? He's just as silent as you, but maybe talking to me, your best friend in the world, will help?" Noah asks teasingly.

You resume walking, picking up your speed, unaware you were venting your frustration through your steps. "Noah, I tried to kiss him; if he doesn't get it from that, there's nothing else to say!" You confess, your voice cracking. The feelings of him not wanting you to start to resurface, and you feel anger pitting your stomach. "Plus, I'm pretty sure he thinks we're in love with each other. I told him we aren't and never have been, but he's convinced himself that if he backed off, you and I would become a couple." You stop walking, looking around the area, "Where the fuck are we?" You didn't notice how far you'd walked, lost in your thoughts.

Noah's eyes widened. "I don't know. I was following you." He pauses, pressing his lips together, and watches you turn around to face him. "Let me talk to him. I'll tell him there aren't any feelings between us." He offers, hoping to clear the misunderstanding. He knew Jolly was wrong; he knew you and him were just friends; he knew you and Jolly belonged together. 

You exhale loudly with frustration, clenching your fists together. "This is why I don't like talking to you about things anymore. If he didn't believe me, why the hell would he believe you?! You're so fucking stubborn, and you think you can just make everything better, but you can't. Now, leave it alone." You snap, your anger getting the best of you. 

Noah wanted to fix things between you and Jolly because, in his mind, it seemed easy, but Noah wouldn't dare go behind your back and betray your trust. He was one of the few people you trusted in this world, and he wasn't about to fuck that up over Jolly. "Ok," He agrees, "I'll leave it alone." He respects your decision, but he hopes you'll change your mind. Noah hopes you'll find your way back to each other, and he hopes you'll be happy.

You shake your head, your eyes wet and blurry, feeling bad for your outburst. "I just want to forget about all of it, honestly. Just let me move on." You say, your voice is weak and tired. 

He wraps his lanky arm around your shoulder and walks the opposite way toward the bar, "Let's go get a drink." He offers, trying to get your mind off of it.

"It's one o'clock." You protest. "I'm gonna be passed out by four." You say, smirking.

"Oh, come on, let's have some fun. Play a game of pool and have a drink...let your hair down." He teases as he smacks your ponytail, making it sway back and forth. "Plus, it's your birthday; we can't go home yet."

You playfully roll your eyes and shrug off his arm. You feel the sweat on your skin and don't want to be held onto. "Fine." You agree and follow him into the bar.

Noah tells you to pick a pool table while he orders drinks. You nod and walk to the table in the corner. You wonder what he will order for you; you don't always trust his drink of choice.

When he returns, you're stunned by the pink drinks topped off with pineapple and an umbrella. 

You eye him suspiciously, "What is it?"

He chuckles, handing you the drink. "Just try it. It's good. I promise you can't even taste the alcohol." He says, sipping from the straw.

You reach for your phone and hold it up in front of you. "Let's take a picture." You suggest tapping the screen. 

You touch your glass to his and flash a big smile. Noah makes a goofy face and sticks his tongue out. You take a few shots and check them out. "These are hilarious. I'm posting them." You say, cracking up at his expression. 

"Sure, why not? Show everyone how much fun we're having on your birthday." He exclaims, grinning at you. "God, I'm such a good fucking friend." He laughs, "Let's play some pool. I'm gonna beat your ass." He declares, grabbing a cue stick and racking the balls.

"It's my birthday, let me win." You plead, getting your stance ready to break. You feel a rush of adrenaline as you hit the cue ball, scattering the colorful balls. "That was the best break I've ever done." You say proudly.

"Dude, the game's just begun. Chill." He teases.

You go to respond but stop when you feel a buzz in your pocket. When you open it, you feel a stab of pain in your chest. No matter how hard you try not to think of Jolly or ignore him, he will always be there.

Joakimjkarlsson liked your photo.

Joakimjkarlsson commented on your photo: Cheers to the birthday girl! You guys look happy and healthy.

Jolly sipped his wine, feeling the bitter taste on his tongue, while waiting for his mother to finish cooking dinner. He had offered to help her with the preparation, hoping to distract himself from thinking about how he missed your birthday. He wished you had texted him back this morning but figured you dismissed it, considering you wouldn't even respond in the group chat. You were probably having fun with Noah and other friends, being your adventurous, wild self.

"You're sure I can't help?" He inquired his mother again.

"No, Joakim. I have it under control." 

He knew better than to argue with his mom, who was a master in the kitchen. He learned everything he knew about cooking from her.

Jolly glanced at his lit-up phone that was showing a notification from Instagram. He opened the app to be greeted by a picture of you and Noah making silly faces and showing off the fruity cocktail you're drinking. 

Jolly's grin widened when he saw the necklace he had given you two years ago hanging from your neck and the dress you had picked out from a thrift shop you had visited together before he had flown to Sweden. He had always loved that summer dress on you. He thought the blue floral dress matched your colorful hair and made your eyes sparkle. He chuckled at the photos of you and Noah making crazy faces but felt regretful.

He imagined what you were feeling, or if you ever missed him, maybe you had let him go completely. 

He knew this would happen; it was bound to. You followed Jolly's advice and gave Noah a chance. 

You and Noah looked so happy together, and he wondered if that was why you hardly talked to him anymore, and Noah seemed distant. He knew he was no match for Noah. Part of the reason he didn't try previously was because you deserved the best, and Jolly knew he wasn't it. 

He liked the photo and left a comment, pretending he was happy for you, or at least he tried to be. He hoped you would smile when you saw it because Jolly wanted you to be happy, even if it meant losing you. 

He sighed loudly, his breath shaky and uneven, catching his mother's attention. 

She glanced up from the cutting potatoes and saw him frowning at his phone. "What's the matter?" She questioned, waving the knife at the phone. 

"She's so happy even without me." He confessed, showing his mom the photo on the phone. 

She resumed cutting the veggies, "Whenever you mention this girl, I feel like smacking you on the head." She joked. 

Jolly put his phone on the counter, "I know you think it's simple, but it's not." He gulped his wine and tried to explain his feelings. "I can't compete with Noah." He paused, "He knows all the secrets she hides. He can look at her and know what she's thinking." Jolly groans with annoyance. "I have to come back here all the time on top of touring; she would never have a stable life with me, and I know she wants that." He spoke earnestly. "This fucking sucks." He states, leaning back and covering his face with his hands.

Jolly hated saying those words, but he believed them. He thought Noah was better for you and could make you happy in ways he couldn't. 

Jolly's mother leaned on the counter; she tied her long gray hair in a bun and said, "Is this what you feel, or is this what she told you?" 

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's what I feel." 

She rolled her eyes, "Well, the photo looks like two friends having a good time. They're not kissing or holding hands. It sounds like you're projecting your fears onto them." She took a deep breath. "You're scared of not being enough for her, but she showed you what she felt, and you still found a reason to push her away." She reminded him. "She's probably keeping her distance from you to heal from what happened. It's not easy to be rejected by someone, especially someone you were close to."

Jolly's shoulders slumped, "I didn't want to reject her; the last thing I wanted was to hurt her." He tucked his hair behind his ears and looked down at his lap. "I didn't mean for this to happen; I just thought she'd be better off without me, and then all these insecurities came. I never felt them until she was here with me." He whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm not confident enough...oh look, another thing Noah's better at." He moaned, his tone bitter. 

She nodded, sympathizing with him but not letting him wallow in self-pity. "She still chose you, even if Noah is the better choice, which I don't believe. Talk to her, Joakim." She smiled at her son. "You have a week to figure it all out. You know, I'd love to have grandkids someday, and at this rate, it's never going to happen." She teased. 

Jolly sheepishly smiles, "I'll talk to her, but it needs to be in person."

He finishes his wine and stands up, ready to help his mom with the dishes. He feels a flicker of hope, thinking that maybe he can fix things with you. 

But then, his phone rings, breaking the silence. He looks at the screen and sees your name. His heart skips a beat, and he wonders what you want from him. 

He looks at his mom, and she looks at him, both curious and anxious. She nods at him, encouraging him to answer the call. "Go ahead, it might be important," She suggests, trying to sound casual.

He hesitates, then presses the green button. He puts the phone to his ear and says, "Hello?"

"Hey," You quietly say; the loud music in the background makes it difficult to hear anything. 

"Are you ok?" Jolly asks as he stands up, pacing the dining room. He hears Ruffilo's voice in the background, yelling something about getting off the phone, and he wonders if he knows who you're talking to. He wonders if you've told everyone what happened. "Y/n." 

"I just wanted to call and say thank you for wishing me happy birthday." You turn up the volume on your phone. Noah stands beside you, watching you intently, nodding as if to reassure you to continue talking to Jolly. You take a deep breath, leaning against the table, "I know things have been kinda weird, but I think I just needed some time, and I hope we can still be friends when you get back." You blurt out, and Noah groans loudly, walking away from you, throwing his hands up in defeat. That isn't what the two of you rehearsed, and Noah was annoyed you changed the script. 

Jolly feels a jolt of pain in his chest. Friends? You wanted to be friends now? Jolly didn't know if he could just be friends with you, or at least he didn't want to. "Yeah, no worries." He mumbles, "I understand." He lies, feeling more confused than before.

You nod, "Ok, I'll see you at some point when you get back, um- I'm sorry for you know..."

Jolly sighs, feeling remorse; he didn't want you to feel this way, "It's not like that, y/n. I-" He pauses when he hears Nick shout at you again.

"Hey, I gotta go." With a slight slur, you say, "I'll see you around." You end the phone call and walk back to Noah, who is giving you dead eyes. 

"What the hell was that?" He asks.

You drop your shoulders, sitting at the table, waiting for your turn to play pool. "I don't know. I panicked. I'm not drunk enough." you joke.

Noah shakes his head like a disappointed father, "I just really hate both of you for making this so hard." He laughs. "It's fucking ridiculous. I'm just gonna lock the two of you in a room and not let you out till you fucking tell each other the truth."

You shake your head and glare at him. "Don't you fucking dare!"

#jolly karlsson angst #jolly karlsson x y/n #jolly karlsson fluff #jolly karlsson x you #jolly karlsson one shot #jolly karlsson fanfiction #jolly karlsson x reader #jolly fic #jolly karlsson fic #bad omens fiction #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fluff

[madiomens]

Another request, whenever you can

The tour is over and Noah is heading back home. Reader picks him up at the airport and they are back in each other’s arms. Fluff and smut (if you’re comfortable) 😉

I am always down for a smut moment ;)

Thank you for requesting <3

Requests are always open!

Home At Last

I bounced my leg up and down, nerves and excitement getting the best of me as I sat in the airport chair. Noah was on his way home tour after a long 3 months apart. He went all over Europe, and now had a few weeks off before the American tour. I anxiously watched the flight schedule on the update board ahead of me, waiting for his flight number to pop up. Folio sent over all of their flight info before leaving so I could surprise Noah at the airport, unable to wait any longer to see him.

His flight number popped up as arriving and I shot out of my seat in excitement, butterflies erupting in my stomach. The first person I saw coming down the escalator was Jolly, a smile sliding onto his face once he locked eyes with me. I inconspicuously waved at him, Folio and Nicholas following behind with their waves and grins. I bit my bottom lip to stiffen my smile when I saw Noah's figure behind Nicholas, happiness spreading through my chest. Nicholas nudged Noah as they got to the bottom of the escalator, causing him to look up from his phone confused. His eyes landed on mine and he paused mid step, pushing the hood off of his head as his eyes widened.

He broke out into a wide grin and dropped his bag onto the ground, causing the guys to laugh as he took off running towards me. I giggled as I opened my arms to welcome his hug. He picked me up off the ground, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me and providing me with the comfort I was missing the past few months.

"Oh my gosh, I missed you so fucking much." He said into my hair, spinning us in a circle.

He leaned back so he could look at my face, eyes scanning my features as if committing them to memory before pressing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck as I kissed him back, butterflies exploding even more throughout my body.

The guys clapped around us, causing us to laugh into the kiss before breaking away as Noah set me back onto my feet. I pulled all of them into a group hug, reveling in the fact I have my best friends back with me.

"Don't worry, we all have somewhere else to stay tonight other than the house." Nicholas said into the hug, causing all of us to laugh.

"Good, I don't think any of you would want to be there." I said, sending Noah a wink.

He chewed on his lip and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder as the guys laughed at us. He grabbed his suitcase and started making his way out of the airport, me still thrown over his shoulder. I smacked his ass the entire way out of the doors, wiggling in his grasp and trying to get him to put me down but to no avail.

He finally set me down at the car, leaning down to place his lips on mine. He pulled back and smiled down at me, causing me to smile back. I jumped and smacked his chest when he smacked my ass as I walked to the driver side of my car, shaking my head at him when he winked at me.

The entire ride home he could not keep his hands to himself. He was either rubbing my neck, my thigh, or kissing the side of my neck. We were now two minutes away from his house and his fingers were trailing up my thigh, pulling out the band of my shorts and sliding his hand underneath them.

I cut my eyes at him before looking back at the road. "Do you want to make it back to the house so I can jump your bones, or distract me and cause us to crash?" I said humorously.

"You're a good girl, you can get us home safe." He said, sliding his fingers beneath my panties.

My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers slid between my folds, a pool of wetness already forming just from being around him. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, blowing it across my face and sending shivers down my spine.

"God, look at you. Already wet for me." He said deeply, leaning over to place a kiss on my neck.

My head dropped backwards on the headrest as his finger found my clit, letting out a moan as he circled it. "Noah." I said, trying to sound assertive but coming out breathy.

"Yes, baby?" He questioned against my neck.

"We're home." I said as I put the car in park, quickly turning in my seat to smash my lips onto his.

He moaned against my lips and removed his hand to unbuckle my seatbelt, pulling me closer to him. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into mine, fighting for dominance as we explored each other.

I pulled back breathless. "Inside." I choked out.

He quickly nodded and unbuckled his own seatbelt, climbing out of the car as I did and grabbing his luggage so we could hurriedly get inside. Before the front door was even closed he was smashing his lips back onto mine, tossing his luggage somewhere across the room and pushing me against the door as we closed it. He broke the kiss to drop to his knees, pulling my shorts and panties down. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder before attaching his mouth to my clit, causing me to gasp and throw my head against the door. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly against me as he sucked on my clit as if his life depended on it. He brought his hands up to squeeze my ass, moaning against me and sending vibrations through my heat. He pulled a hand back to slide two fingers into me, curling against my g spot over and over. My leg I was standing on started shaking as pleasure shot through me and Noah pulled me closer to him, helping hold me up while my leg threatened to give out from under me.

"Fuck, Noah, I'm so close." I moaned out, picking my head up to look down at him.

The sight of him between my legs was enough to cause my orgasm to explode, squirting all on Noah's face. I screamed his name and threw my head backwards, effectively giving myself a future headache but not even caring. My legs shook as my orgasm rocked my body, Noah working me through my high with his mouth and fingers. Once my moans and body jerks calmed down, he pulled away to look up at me, nose down to his neck glistening with my arousal.

"Goddamn, baby, you soaked me." He said, sucking his fingers clean.

I breathily laughed and closed my eyes as my head rest against the door, trying to regain my breath. He pulled my leg off his shoulder before standing up to pick me up, bringing me to the living room and laying me down on the couch.

"You alright to keep going?" He asked, leaning over me and pushing my hair out of my face.

I nodded and pulled his face down to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "Get in me." I mumbled against his lips.

He pulled back to strip out of his clothes and I sat up to remove my shirt and bra, falling backwards again as he climbed on top of me and pressing his lips back onto mine. He slid his length through my folds, causing my body to jerk from sensitivity. He slowly entered me, causing both of us to moan at the feeling.

"Missed you so fucking much, baby." He breathed out, pulling back to look at my face.

"I missed you so much." I said back, reaching up to caress his face.

"Wanna know how much I missed you?" He questioned, leaning down to kiss my neck.

I moaned, rolling my bottom lip into my mouth. "How much?"

He leaned back and pulled his hips back, almost pulling out completely before smacking his hips forward, filling me back up all at once. I screamed out his name at the feeling of him being all the way inside of me. He started quickly thrusting in and out of me, bringing a hand down to squeeze my throat. I looked up at him with my mouth open, biting my bottom lip as a smile slid onto my face at the feeling of his hand on my throat. He groaned as he looked down at me, eyes darkening even more so the brown was replaced with black.

"What a fucking brat." He said through gritted teeth, tightening the grip on my throat and speeding up his thrusts.

My moans got louder, pleasure causing my body to light up with fire.

"You're mine." He growled, snapping his hips one time harshly into me and holding them there.

I screamed, fingernails digging into his thighs.

"Say it." He said, leaning down to bite my neck and thrusting into me harshly again.

"Fuck!" I screamed out, tightening my legs around his waist. "I'm yours, fuck, I'm all yours baby." I moaned.

"That's what I thought." He said huskily, placing his lips on mine.

He pulled back and flipped me over on my stomach without pulling out of me, sending a whole new sensation through my body. I groaned into the couch as he smacked my ass, pulling out to push my legs together and straddle them. He slid back into me, my legs being pushed together causing him to hit my g spot and stimulate my clit at the same time. He stated thrusting into me again, causing my moans to get louder as pleasure took over my body. My orgasm began building in the pit of my stomach quickly, causing me to clench around him.

"Fuck, baby, I can tell you're close." He said, leaning down to kiss my back.

He snaked an arm around me so he could choke me, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Are you gonna cum for me again?" He questioned huskily in my ear, nipping on the lobe.

He kept thrusting into me, building my climax faster and faster. "God I'm gonna cum again, Noah."

"Come on, cum for me. You can do it again." He breathed down my back, tightening his grip on my neck.

My moans sped up as the pit in my stomach grew. "Fuck, Noah, fuck. Making me feel so good."

Two more thrusts and I was coming undone underneath him for the second time tonight.

"Thats such a good girl. My pretty girl, cumming on my dick." He growled against my neck, placing a kiss there as he let his grip go. "God, you're going to make me cum. Feel so fucking good squeezing around me."

"Cum for me, Noah. You deserve it, baby." I moaned out, lifting up on my elbows and turning my neck as far as I could to look at him.

He leaned around me and placed his lips on mine before leaning up on his knees and thrusting into me faster, each thrust sloppier than the last and signaling his impending orgasm.

"Fuck, angel, fuck." He growled.

A couple more thrusts and he was pulling out of me, shooting his cum across my back.

"You always feel so fucking good." He whimpered as his body twitched around me, pumping himself to ride out his high.

His hands landed on either side of my body as my head dropped down onto the couch, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. He pushed my hair off my back before placing a kiss on my shoulder, lips lingering in place for a few seconds before pulling back.

He leaned over to grab a few tissues off the coffee table and cleaned himself and me off before tossing them on the table. He pulled me up by my hips, helping me flip around so that he could lay on his back with me on top of him. I listened to his heartbeat as it slowed down while he caressed my hair and placed kisses on my head. I leaned my head up to look at him, pulling his face down to mine so I could kiss him.

Our lips lingered against each other's in a lazy kiss, our post orgasm highs slowly going away to be replaced with the bliss of being in each other's arms again.

"I missed you so much." I whispered against his lips, as if scared to break the comfortable silence that surrounded us.

"I missed you too, baby. So fucking much." He whispered back, placing a kiss on my forehead and pushing my hair behind my ear. "I love you." He said against my hair.

"I love you too, Noah."

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian one shot #bad omens

[sorrowsofsilence]

Diagnosis

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), PnV pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!recieving, choking, doctor x patient (uncomfy situation so pls don't read if the idea of a doctor being unethical isn't your vibe- it is also not my vibe but yk, Dr. Davis can do anything to me lol)

Prompt: You had no idea your past highschool school hook-up would be your substitute doctor during your annual check-up; but let's just say you were in desperate need of a physical.

Author note: LOL I AM GOING TO HELLLLL - but also I've seen so many Dr. Davis ideas I had to create one myself; so thank you to especially (@valiantroeagleangel) whose work inspired me. You are wonderful. And shout out to some sexy phrases by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 - I’m weak

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d  @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch

(I wasn't sure who I should tag, and if you would like to be tagged in one-shots please let me know! If you’d like to me to remove you as well pls also let me know!! I just took some tags that I've had in past one-shots, and those I think would enjoy! <3)

You picked at your fingernails nervously as you sat in the waiting room, your leg bouncing up and down rapidly.

Something about Doctors’ offices always made you nervous, especially when it involved a doctor that wasn’t your own. You were getting a routine check-up and your first pap smear, scheduled with your regular doctor, but she had a last-minute family emergency. This meant you were going to be inspected by someone else, and that thought made you slightly uneasy.

You played with the mask that covered your nose, pinching at the metal band that rested on the bridge before tugging at the string.

The old woman next to you watched your anxious wading with curious eyes, and you simply shifted in your seat, avoiding her gaze.

Your name was finally called and you followed the nurse, allowing her to check your height, and then leading you into a room located at the end of the hall.

She sat you down, your legs crunching beneath the paper as she placed the blood pressure bump along your arm, squeezing until it tightened and let go.

“Your blood pressure seems to be a little high?” She said, eyebrows furrowing.

You rubbed your hands nervously between your thighs, “I’m just a little anxious.”

Her eyes smiled, indicating a soft grin beneath the mask she wore, “You’ll be just fine. Dr. Davis is a fantastic doctor.”

His name rang off her tongue, piquing your interest. Davis. You knew someone with that last name in high school.

“You can take your mask off in here by the way. Just set it on the side.” She nodded before leaving and you sat there for a few more moments, nervously shifting in your seat.

After a few minutes, you heard a soft knock on the door and you sat up straight, anticipating the man who would be taking care of you today.

The door opened and a man with soft chestnut hair that fell slightly in front of his face walked in, thin-framed glasses sat promptly on top of his nose, covered by a black mask. He hadn’t looked up from the clipboard that was in his hands as he kicked the door closed with his foot gently, tattooed fingers holding up the top page as his eyes skimmed rapidly over the words.

“How’s it going? I’m Dr. Davis.” His voice fell from his lips in a firm but gentle tone and your eyes widened in surprise as you remembered the faint lisp at the end of his ‘s’, and the twang in his accent.

“Hi,” you whispered as you absorbed his image, eyes skimming over his white coat that draped down his long body. The light-blue button-up sat tightly against his neck. You swallowed gently at the ink that crawled just above the collar, sinched between a black tie traced with binary code as the pattern.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” He asked with a curious tone, gaze immediately leaving the page as his orbs met your own, and your heart raced as his ochre eyes bore into yours.

His professionalism dropped slightly as his eyes skimmed over your face in recognition, and your lips parted slightly. He stood still, frozen in remembrance before he coughed, setting the clipboard on the counter and taking a seat next to his computer.

Noah Sebastian Davis is your doctor.

He immediately avoided your gaze as your face began to warm, and you crossed your legs, feeling vulnerable under his authority as he sat there, distracting himself with his computer.

Your high school hookup is your doctor.

“Well,” He began typing, a soft waver barely evident in his voice, “It’s been a long time.”

“Thirteen years,” You licked your lips quickly, smiling shyly as you stared at your legs, glancing up every so often to steal a look at your doctor. You felt even more nervous than before as the man who sat in front of you eventually turned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he watched you intensely.

“Look, let’s just keep this professional. If you’re more comfortable with someone else I can get another doctor in here.” He said monotonously, leaning over his lap as his elbows rested on his knees.

You mustered a small smile as your chest hammered, eyes grazing across the tattoos embedded into his fingers Memories of the way they used to dance along your skin left your stomach swirling.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind…” Your thoughts trailed off as you looked at the ground, “if you don’t mind?”

Dr. Davis maintained strict eye contact, his voice proper and fixed, “It’s my job to remain professional and competent. I strive for nothing but efficiency, and I’ll have you in and out Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Miss,” You corrected quietly, picking at your nails again.

Something flashed across his eyes at the realization, and your ears flushed as you adjusted yourself on the examination table.

He turned on the chair again, fingers tapping on the keyboard.

“Let’s go through some medical history to clarify things under your files. It seems you usually have Dr. Thomas, am I correct?”

You hummed in confirmation, nodding along.

“Any health concerns to bring up in your visit today?”

You shook your head, “Just a routine check-up and a pap smear.”

Dr. Davis nodded along, shifting in his seat at the mention of a pap, his hand reaching to pull against his collar as if loosening the tension that was building within the room.

“Any issues regarding mental health?”

You shook your head.

“Eating and drinking well?”

You nodded.

“Any allergies?”

You shook your head.

“Sexually active?”

You noticed his voice hither slightly, as he glanced over at you briefly, before fixating his eyes on the computer again.

“Not like, regularly.”

He shifted in his seat, nodding.

“Multiple partners?”

“Uhm,” you began to stutter nervously at his questions, “A few. Not frequently changing.”

It was a routine check-up, you reminded yourself. Doctors asked these questions.

You shrugged, eyes skimming up towards him again as his eyes bore into you once again, your abdomen clenching as his gaze darkened.

“How many since me?”

You coughed, caught off guard as you stared at him in disbelief, “P-pardon?”

He didn’t repeat the question, but instead continued typing, clicking away at your file.

“Three,” You then said, watching him carefully and he hummed in response.

“Anything else you think I should know?” He asked, returning to his cool, professional composure.

You shook your head again, watching as his chest heaved slowly as he stood up. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, and you watched as he placed the ends in his ears before standing in front of you, maintaining a distance.

“Let me check your lungs… can you take your jacket off?” He asked, watching you carefully as you peeled off the layer, placing it to the side.

Dr. Davis then sat next to you on the examination table and your heart began to pick up pace at the proximity of his body, his cologne melting into your senses.

His shoulder brushed against yours as he leaned behind you to place the end of the stethoscope on top of your back.

He asked you to take in a deep breath, and you inhaled swiftly, attempting to exhale in a slow, controlled pattern; but the breath that left your lungs was shaky and uneven.

“Sorry,” you whispered, and he ran the stethoscope across your back again, this time placing it underneath your shirt, the cold metal causing a shiver to run down your body.

“Three more,” He asked gently and you obliged, each breath faltering again as your heart raced.

There was no doubt he could hear the thump of your heart pick up as his warm fingers gently skimmed your skin as he controlled the stethoscope; knowing how nervous his proximity made you.

He pulled away, staring at your flushed face before leaning behind you to grab an ear otoscope.

“Just going to check your ears,” he said as his warm hands pulled along your ear, his warm breath creating goosebumps along the skin in your neck as the hairs stood up.

Your stomach butterflied as he then grabbed a wooden popsicle stick, standing in front of you now, placed between your legs.

“open,” he commanded and you obliged, sticking out your tongue and making an ‘ah’ sound.

Dr. Davis held underneath your chin to look up at him as he placed the wood on top of your tongue, pressing down slightly. Your abdomen clenched as a rush of emotions ran through your body, making eye contact with the tattooed doctor as he stared back, not even looking at the back of your throat as your mouth was agape, open widely for him.

You wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull against the fabric of his mask, greedily wanting to expose his lips to see the rest of his face and smile, to see how handsome he had gotten with age.

Your chest heaved as his fingers slid from underneath your chin, trailing down your throat with firm but gentle fingertips, the tension between you building as seconds passed by. He pulled back his hand, along with the popsicle stick, and your mouth closed slowly as he took a step back.

As he turned from you, the way he slid his hand into his pocket to readjust himself didn’t go unnoticed, before he faced you again, nodding curtly.

“I’ll let you get undressed from the waist down. You can place this blanket over yourself, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He averted his gaze as he opened the door, closing it gently behind him.

You let out a breath as your mind began to race. The way your mind kept tracing back to years of messing around with him in high school sent your stomach into a lustful spiral, the warmth of his inked fingers relighting years of memories he engraved into your skin.

Noah had given you years of orgasms, some of the best you ever had. None of your other lovers had compared to him, and your body knew this, sparking complete excitement at his presence once again.

You shifted on your feet embarrassed at this, peeling off your jeans as you folded them neatly on the chair. You slid off your black panties, placing them on top of your pants before lying down on the bed, the cool air causing you to shiver.

Or perhaps, it was the fact Noah was going to be extremely close to your intimate space after so many years of deprivation.

You two hooked up on and off for years during adolescence, never forming a relationship beyond that; even though you always wanted to.

You always had feelings for Noah, but you knew he wanted nothing more than to fuck you senselessly, and then part ways. No strings attached.

After high school graduation, you two parted, never speaking to each other again. You had always wondered what he had gone off and set to do, and being a doctor was honestly the last thing you’d think he’d do. Noah had always been extremely smart, but it still came as a complete shock when he was the one who walked through that wooden door just fifteen minutes prior.

You covered yourself with the thin blanket and a moment later Dr. Davis came through the door again, glancing at your exposed legs before turning to grab a pair of gloves from the counter.

You watched him intensely as he pulled the latex over his fingers, almost drooling at the thought of them running along your folds. You shook away the thought, knowing that you would be completely dripping by the time he would be sitting between your legs, examining you.

The last thing you wanted was for him to know the effect he still had on you, even after all these years.

He made eye contact with you again, tugging at the tie around his neck once again as he took the chair, rolling it to the edge of your feet. Before sitting he pulled out the stirrups.

“You can rest your heels on here,” He pointed to the plastic, and you noticed how his ears began to flush red, his chest rising and falling quickly as he glanced into your eyes once again.

When he looked away you glanced down at his black slacks, swallowing harshly at the bold outline of his erection that was extremely evident, through his tight pants.

You swallowed as you slowly lifted your legs, exposing yourself to the man who now sat at the end of the bed, the thin blanket sliding down your thighs gently, leaving your body on display for Dr. Davis.

“Fuck.”

The word was barely audible. He had whispered it so quietly through gritted teeth, but you still managed to hear the four-letter word, and it sent another rush of warm lust through your body.

“I-I’m just going to examine you before inserting the speculum.” Dr. Davis’ professional tone faltered briefly, and you wanted to look down at him so badly.

You knew that he was aroused, but you had no idea how badly Noah wanted to tear into your pussy right then and there.

For years Noah wondered what happened to you. After years of dedication to med school, he didn’t have much time to form relationships, and he usually had a quick fuck here and there to tie over his cravings. He reminisced frequently about how good you felt wrapped around his cock, all of his past flings never making him feel quite how you did.

This morning when he agreed to substitute at the clinic he had no idea what to expect. You were the last thing he thought would happen, and the second he read your name on that piece of paper as he entered your room he felt his mind begin to spiral.

How was he supposed to remain professional around you?

His biggest regret was never pursuing anything further with you years ago, worried that if feelings got involved he would lose the best thing he ever had. In turn, he fucked himself over in the end, because he had lost you either way; but now, you were right here in front of him, naked and on display.

The second he saw you sitting on the exam table he felt an immediate rush to his pants, his mind racing as he began to sweat, the room suddenly feeling stuffy and tight. He couldn’t help but watch your lips as they parted when you talked, memories of them wrapped around himself as your tongue slid up and down his length leaving him unable to concentrate as he attempted to read your file.

He watched as you shifted nervously in front of him when he checked your lungs, heart racing rapidly under his touch. He wanted to rip your thighs apart, slipping his fingers into you, wanting to leave you begging.

Noah wanted to pull his name from your lips; leaving you worshiping him, needing him.

He kept reminding himself that he was a professional now and that it was unacceptable to push the boundary of client-patient professionalism. There was a code of conduct and ethics he was required to follow; but he wanted to forget years of practice, just to get a taste of you.

You lay there, trying to keep your heavy breathing quiet; but you immediately gasped as one of his covered fingers spread you open, barely touching your skin, afraid to go further.

You closed your mouth tightly, biting the inside of your cheek as you scolded yourself.

Don’t fucking moan, don’t fucking moan. He barely touched you.

“I’m going to insert the speculum now,” He said quietly, and you heard him whisper another sentence to himself, “God, you don’t even need lube…”

You knew that he knew how turned on you were by just his presence alone, and you closed your eyes as Dr. Davis inserted the plastic into your body, the feeling of fullness causing you to chew on your bottom lip.

Dr. Davis clicked the hinges as the speculum opened you up, and you covered your mouth with your hand, something Noah had noticed.

“Are you in pain?” He asked gently, and you shook your head.

“N-no, I-I’m okay.”

He hummed again, and it was quiet for a moment.

There was a lack of movement for a second until you felt a gloved finger brush across your clit slowly, and you furrowed your brows in anticipation.

Fuck, that had to be an accident, right?

You tried to think rationally about the situation, but your thoughts trailed to dirty places, silently pleading that Dr. Davis would press against your intimacy again.

Noah had listened for your reaction as he sat before your legs that held you splayed open for him, his mind battling. He swallowed hungrily.

You felt his fingers brush against you again and your thighs jolted to his touch, before you felt the pad of his finger press firmly against you, tracing small circles as he tried drawing a moan from your lips.

Your mouth fell open in satisfaction as your body clenched, Dr. Davis’ fingers rubbing faster and faster.

You couldn’t help it as a gentle whimper crawled from your chest, and with furrowed brows, you bucked your hips into his touch; giving him the permission he desperately wanted.

You felt the speculum being removed, and seconds later a wet swipe trailed up along your folds.

“Oh my god,” You whispered and Dr. Davis hummed, his lips latching onto your sweet spot before two gloved fingers slid into you, curling upwards.

You began to moan again, pulling the blanket away to see the brunette devouring your body. He looked up at you with lustful eyes, his mask pulled underneath his chin.

You ogled upon seeing his entire face, brows furrowed with desire as he remained stone cold.

“If you moan loudly one more time I’ll stop.” He said as he began licking your body once again, eyes fixated on your own.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” He said, pulling his mouth away as he continued to pump his fingers in and out rapidly, taking his thin glasses off and placing them on the table.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, burying himself between your legs again in famish, devouring you feverishly with complete craving.

Your legs began to shake from his praise and you covered your mouth with your hands as your hips pushed into Dr. Davis’ touch, completely engulfed with euphoria.

You didn’t know that he was palming himself through his slacks as he ate you out, desperate for friction, desperate for you to be the one touching him instead.

“Cum.” He demanded, and in a second his tongue swiped along your folds you felt the knot that he built release, elation washing through you as you choked back a desiring cry.

Your free hand gripped Dr. Davis’ hair as you pulled him closer, rubbing yourself along his face as he ate you until it became too much, pushing him away.

He stood up, mouth agape and wet from your release as you watched him with yearning, both your chests heaving.

He hastily began pulling off his white coat, throwing it to the floor as you watched him loosen his tie. Sitting up you beckoned him over and his fingers gripped your throat, pulling you towards him as his forehead rested against your own.

You looked into each other’s eyes as unspoken words danced between you, both of you needing each other but too afraid to speak.

He held you firmly for a moment before pulling your lips to his own, kissing you completely with need and hunger, forcing you to taste yourself

You groaned quietly into his lips as your tongues ran along each other, your fingers shaky as you began unbuttoning his blue dress shirt.

His fingers tightened around your neck as your hands trailed to the hem of his black pants, tugging at his waistband as you pulled apart his belt, sliding the zipper down slowly.

He moaned softly as your fingers slid along his abdomen, threatening to dip in to grab where he needed you.

“You’re in no position to tease princess, remember that,” He squeezed your neck again as he towered over you in authority, and you smiled.

“This is wrong.”

“So wrong.” He mumbled before kissing you in desperation again, your minds fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Dr. Davis’ hands pulled your shirt over your head as he pulled back, taking in the image of your exposed body, ready for him.

His covered fingers found their way to your core once again, slipping in and out as you pulled down his underwear, his body hard and ready to devour you.

You licked your fingers, smiling up at him as he watched with lustful eyes, before grabbing hold of his erection, pumping up and down as he thrust into your hand in eagerness. He pulled his fingers in and out of you quickly, your mouth falling open as you watched each other, pleasing one another.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Dr. Davis pleaded, and you opened your thighs farther.

“That’s it… Wider,” He whispered, before pulling his hands away from you, wrapping them around himself as he positioned his body to yours.

Dr. Davis didn’t hesitate any longer before he pushed into you, a loud whimper leaving you. His eyebrows furrowed angrily as his gloved hand covered your mouth, pushing you back into the wall.

“Be fucking quiet,” He said through gritted teeth, his chest heaving as he continued to thrust into you, filling your body, claiming you as his own.

He tore into your skin with his motions, the feeling of him pulling out before pushing back in deeply causing your legs to clench shut. He pushed them open with the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth.

“I said to spread them,” He scolded, fingers digging into your thigh before he slapped the top of your intimacy, earning a yelp from you as your body jolted from the contact.

He remained cold and composed, attempting to keep up his professional facade that was beginning to crumble before you. His eyes squeezed shut as he pushed your thighs back towards your chest, opening you as he fucked your body with possession.

You watched his head tilt back, exposing the tattoos on his neck as his lips fell open in complete satisfaction.

Your body felt perfectly wrapped around him, years of need ready to release into you.

Dr. Davis wanted to flip you over so you stood in front of him, one leg lifted onto the bed as he gripped your ass and pounded you; but he knew that right now, he needed to watch your face contort in pleasure for him, from him.

Your body clenched around him, “Dr. D-Davis,” You whimpered, still trying to remain quiet so as to not be heard by the rest of the clinic.

“Noah,” the brunette growled, bringing you into a kiss and you nodded, murmuring his name back to him against his lips in a plea.

He was close to his release, but he held back, waiting to pull another orgasm from you before he would bring you to your knees, ready to cum down your throat.

“You can do it, that’s a good girl.” He praised and you melted at his words, letting go as he thrust into you one more time, your body completely enveloping him as your mouth was covered by his hand once again to mask your screams. Your body shook through the orgasm Noah offered you.

He slid in and out slowly, before pulling away. His fingers were threaded through your hair as he guided you to the floor, placing you on your knees.

You took him into your mouth mercilessly, sucking and bobbing along his length before he gripped your face, pulling you closer.

You gagged along him, tears forming as a deep growl rumbled from his chest, signalling he was close.

Seconds later Noah’s release coated the back of your throat, and you swallowed his orgasm, looking up at him in commitment.

“You’ve always been mine to ruin,” He said, panting as he pulled you off of him, and you sat on the ground, smiling up at him.

The two of you got dressed in silence, the hormones lingering in the air as he pulled off the gloves, grabbing his prescription notepad and a pen.

“I wasn’t able to get a good enough sample to send off to the lab,” He said, scribbling away, “I’ll need you to meet me at my office this weekend.”

Dr. Davis handed you the note and you looked at the paper, staring at the phone number and address as he nodded toward you, opening the wooden door and leaving the office.

hshshgsghshghsshgh ok i am a mess

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[measuredingold]

hi, angel <33 back with a request! also also no pressure at all ofc, if you’re not vibing with it just delete 🥰

just had a lil fluff idea, friends to lovers type beat. reader is on tour with the band, tagging along as a friend when she’s out late one night with the guys, gets a lil drunk/tipsy and ends up in the wrong bunk. (Noah’s.) he didn’t go out, he went to bed early. she doesn’t realize and she’s like “what are you doing in my bed?”

neither of them end up moving, and it doesn’t help that she’s a cuddly drunk. plus, he has a hard time saying no to you 🥺💗

anyway, do with that what you will 💖

just friends

authors note: thank you so much lovely anon for requesting this! i enjoyed writing this and kind of want to take it further, but i'm not sure? :) anyways, i hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3 reminder that my requests are open! also, happy birthday noah :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: fluff (like tooth-rotting fluff imo), friends to lovers, confessions/admission of feelings, drinking/reader is drunk, 18+ minors do not interact

"Easy there, girl."

You giggled as Nicholas helped you onto the bus, his hands pressed against the small of your back to keep you in place. You didn't even mean to drink this, usually not one to do so, but after Folio had challenged you to see how many shots you could take in under a minute you had to prove to him that it definitely was more than two. Now here you were, giggling obnoxiously to yourself as Nicholas guided you onto the bus, feet tripping over one another.

"Nick," You hum, eyes squinting around the bus. "Is the room spinning?"

"It very much is not. You," A finger pressed to your forehead, and you barely registered that Nicholas was now in front of you, a smile tugging at his lips, "are very much drunk, though. Come on, let's get you to bed. Go change and I'll get you some water and Tylenol for that headache that should be kicking in... now."

You go to retort, but there was already a dull pain in the back of your head causing you to wince. Your headaches came a lot earlier when you drank, not waiting until the morning to hit. You give him a grateful smile when he hands you your bag you kept above one of the seats up front, knowing your drunk ass could not get that even if you tried your hardest, and you pulled out a change of clothes and made your way back to the very small, and very tight bathroom.

You change, clumsily, and shuffle your way back to the front of the bus where Nicholas was waiting for you. You take the Tylenol and bottle of water gratefully, swallowing down the medicine in one go. You take a few more sips of water, realizing just how thirsty you were before deciding you were good to go, twisting the cap back on a tossing it onto the couch.

“Good?” You nod, giving Nicholas a thumbs up in response. He smiles. “Alright. I’m gonna meet back up with guys, but Noah’s still here.”

Your brows furrow for a moment before you remember that Noah is still on the bus, opting out of going out with you and the crew after tonight’s show. You give Nicholas another nod as your response.

“If you need anything, just wake Noah up. He’ll get you whatever you need.” He leans forward now, tipping his head down to press his lips to your forehead, and you smile brightly up at him when he pulls away. “And if he doesn’t, hit ‘em upside the head and then call me.”

You laugh, “I’m sure I’ll be fine if I need anything. I’m drunk, not injured.”

He rolls his eyes at you before you gently shove him away, pushing him towards the door. You say your goodbyes and watch the door shut behind Nicholas, leaving you to stand alone in the front of the bus all by yourself. You stay put for a second, the dizziness coming back before a yawn rips from you, and you decide to finally shuffle your way towards the bunks.

All you needed was your favorite blanket and your bunk, and that duck squishmallow Noah had gotten you a few months ago. It’s quiet and you think Noah’s probably asleep already, and you yawn again as you finally reach your bunch, pulling the curtain back. You stare quizzically, though, at the man curled up in your bunk, and he stares right back, brows raised and just as confused.

"What the hell are you doing in my bunk?"

Noah blinks at you before pulling his airpods out, a brow raised. "What?"

"I said," You let go of the curtain to place a hand on your hip. "What the hell are you doing in my bunk, Davis?"

He stares at you for a beat before his lips slowly start curling into a smile.

"How drunk are you?" Noah squints at you.

"Why does that matter?" You argue, words slurring slightly. "I'm drunk and you're in my bunk. Two very obvious and true things. Now answer my question."

Noah snorts out a laugh. "You're right about one thing, you definitely are drunk. This is my bunk, though."

If you were sober, you would realize that yes, he was right. This was definitely not your bunk, yours was right below his, but for some reason in your drunk and hazy mind you were sure that this was your bunk. It looked just like it - just like the rest of the damn bunks on this bus - so it had to be true. You purse your lips, arms crossing over your chest.

“Very funny, Noah. Now get out, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.”

“I’m not moving.” He says more firmly, eyes narrowing at you. “This is my bunk, yours is over there.”

You turn as he points to the bunk across from his, the curtains drawn, and you squint. You look back at him, then back at the other bunk, and a voice in the back of your head is telling you that he was right. That was your bunk, not the one Noah was currently occupying. None of your stuff is there, your pillow isn’t even there, but for some reason the drunk – and very stubborn – part of you was firm on your stance.

Noah was in your bunk.

You turn back to him, arms still crossed over your chest, and you square your shoulders. “I’m just gonna climb up if you’re not moving, dude. So, either get out or we’re cuddle buddies for the rest of the night.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you see the exact where Noah’s shoulders drop, realizing there’s no point in arguing with you because you are right (no, you’re not) and he sighs deeply, though you barely catch the slight curl of his lips.

“Whatever. Get in.”

You climb into the bunk beside Noah, slowly because you knew in your inebriated state that was a disaster waiting to happen, and the boy sighs to himself again, rolling onto his side and pressing his back against the wall to make room for you. You roll onto your side, back facing Noah, and press against him. It wasn't hard to do with how tight the space was, and you hummed to yourself when you finally got comfortable enough to relax, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"Comfy?" You hear Noah murmur behind you.

You nod, "Very."

"Good."

You feel him shift behind you and if you had been sober, maybe the thought of being so close to him would have your skin blazing, but as your thoughts swirl, the only thing you can really think is how nice he feels pressed against you and how comfortable you are. His arm slings over your waist underneath the blanket and you swear he pulls you closer to him, if that was possible. A pleased sigh escapes him, the air fanning over the back of your neck. Now that has your body firing up, tiny goosebumps scattering across your skin. You melt against him.

"Why didn't you go out?" You ask through a yawn, eyes fluttering.

"Didn't want to."

"Why not? Everyone else did."

"Just wasn't in the mood," He mumbles behind you, his breath fanning against the back of your neck again. "Cold? You got goosebumps.”

You shake your head but feel Noah pull you closer anyways, sweatpant covered legs slipping in between yours. His limbs snake around yours and practically confines you, locking you against him. You're finding out that you like it way more than you probably should for a friend, but the drunken haze of your mind doesn't care too much about the technicalities of it all. 

"Did you miss me?" You ask after another beat of silence, and you feel Noah's body tense behind you.

“…Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe."

You pause. "Is that why you're in my bunk right now? Because you missed me?"

Noah lets out a groan and you can't help but smirk, soft giggles escaping you. You feel his hand move down to your hip, pushing your shirt up slightly to pinch at your skin playfully and you squeal, squirming against him. You barely move because this six-three, giant man has you tight in his grasp, and you feel his chest move against your back with his laughter. 

"Oh my fucking god," He grumbles into your hair, but you hear the smile in his voice. "Go to sleep. Please."

"I'm trying." You whine out, eyes slipping shut at the feeling of his hand now spreading out against your tummy, rubbing soothing circles there. "My head hurts too much."

"Did you take anything?"

"Mhm." You hum. "Nicholas gave me some Tylenol and water before he met back up with the guys."

"You drink all the water?"

You shrug. “Maybe like half?”

"Good enough for me." You feel the brush of his lips against the back of your neck and your eyes spring open, freezing in his hold. "You just need to relax. It should start kicking in soon."

You don't say anything, hyper-focused on the way his lips felt against your skin and the way you liked it too much. Even in your inebriated state you knew what that meant, and maybe you always had, but was just too scared to even think of the possibility. You and Noah were just friends... who sometimes teetered the line between friends and something else. It went unspoken for as long as you could remember, and you're not sure why you never said anything. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol, or if you're finally sobering up, but your stomach turns at the thought. Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't he say anything? You feel dizzy again, and there's a voice in the back of your head trying to tell you to shut up and sleep but you've never been a good listener, even to yourself, and your lips move before you can think twice about it. 

"Noah." Your voice is hushed and the feel of his fingers rubbing circles against your bare hip as your head spinning more than it probably should be right now.

"Hm?" 

"You do realize friends don't do this, right?"

It takes him a moment to reply, "Do what?"

"This."

You feel more sober than you did five minutes prior. You're aware of everything - where you are, who you're with, who you're pressed against. Noah lets out a sigh and you feel him nose at your shoulder, a shiver running through your body at the feeling.

"You know we’ve never exactly been just friends."

You can't believe he had just said that as your eyes almost bulge right out of your head, and you try to turn in his arms so that you can face him.

"Noah-"

His grip only tightens on you, and you can't move, stuck where you are, and you hear him huff out a laugh before saying, "Nope. No way. We’re not having this talk right now when you’re drunk as shit, and we’re trapped in this glorified death box. Go to sleep.”

"But-"

"If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again." You feel his lips move against the back of your neck and you shiver again, squirming against him.

"I will." You finally whisper after two beats of silence, trying to settle back against his chest. "I'll ask you tomorrow."

He presses another kiss to the back of your neck and your entire body flushes, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Okay."

You both lay in silence and it's not long for sleep to find you, body finally relaxing after the long night.

…

You wake some hours later, groaning quietly as you lifted your head up from the pillow. You blink blearily around you before rubbing at your eyes, trying to rid them of sleep as last night’s shenanigans flooded your brain. With another groan you roll onto your back and stare up at the top of the bunk, picking a part your memories.

Going out with the guys, taking way too many shots with Folio, Nicholas having to walk you back to the bus, the Tylenol, Noah… Your mind pauses at the thought of the male, and you realize you’re in the bunk alone. You remember everything clearly, from arguing with him about how this was your bunk – it in fact very much was not – from climbing into said bunk and cuddling with him. You remember him saying that the two of you have never been just friends but refused to elaborate.

If you remember this in the morning, then ask me again.

The bus is quiet, the only sound you hear are Jolly’s snores coming from below you, and the soft sound of the bus’s engine running. You were most likely on your way to the next city. You’re sure Noah’s already up, probably in the front working away on his laptop, and you peel his blanket off your body and do your best to get down from his bunk.

You find him where you expected him, beanie on top his head and hoodie wrapped around his body, headphones on as he typed away at his laptop. You’d make a joke about him always working, but you’re only thinking of one thing right now.

You come stand in front of him and he notices you almost instantly, pushing his headphones off his head as he stares up at you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

You blush, eyes dropping for a moment as your arms come to cross over your chest.

“What did you mean last night?” You blurt out.

Noah pauses but his eyes never leave you, and you watch as he slips his computer off his lap and into the seat next to him. He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees.

“Ask me again.”

“No, I’m not-“ You huff out a groan and brush your fingers through your hair, wincing a bit at the knots that caught between your hands. “I’m not playing that game, Noah. What did you mean we’ve never exactly been just friends?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” He leans back against the couch now, arms crossing over his chest. “And you know I’m right.”

Your heart hammers against your chest and all you can do is nod at his words, cheeks flushing with color. He was right. You two have never been just friends, too close, too touchy to be labeled as platonic. You’d be lying if you said last night was the first time you shared a bed together. But now what? You got the answer you were looking for, but for some reason you can’t even look at Noah, but his eyes are burning into you, watching your every move.

“Okay…” You start, sucking in a breath as you finally moved your gaze back to Noah, eyes locking with his. “If we’re not just friends, then what does that make us?”

He smiles. “People who like each other more than friends but are too scared to admit it?”

Damn. He got that spot on. You blush again, trying to find the right words, but come up short. Your brain is still playing catch up, sleep still very much in your veins, and Noah notices. He leans forward again and gestures you to come closer and you do, his hands reaching out to grab your own.

“We have the next two days off. Let me take you out. Dinner or something. A movie. Whatever you want.”

“And then what?”

He shrugs. “And then we see where this goes. I’m willing to give it a try if you are.”

You can’t stop the smile that’s slipping onto your lips, your fingers curling around his as warmth spread throughout your chest.

“That sounds good to me.”

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