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A book romance kind of thing
Hey ya'll! I'm back with some shitty writing! I have been having such writer's block when it comes to writing, especially my Jake Seresin series but I sat down to write and this little thing came out so! I've decided to expand my writing and start to write about all of the men I am obsessed with... Maybe that will help with the writer's block and I can get back to my Jake Seresin series! Anywho, enjoy!
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Noah Sebastian x FemReader
Warnings: Language, mentions of sex(but like not really), my writing as always
Also please don’t steal my work…
"Drinking at one o'clock in the afternoon? You really have reached rockstar status!"
Noah's head snaps up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before a smile ultimately takes up his whole face once he realizes that it was me.
I smile back as I start a little jog towards him, letting my bag drop once I am close enough and throw my arms around his neck. Noah, careful not to spill his drink, bends and tightly wraps his arms around my waist.
Bending his knees a bit, Noah tightens his grip around my waist and lifts me off the floor before turning around to face the way he came and walking a few steps before sitting me down on a little wall ledge, "What're you doing here?"
"There's this band called Bad Omens, people say they're cool so I thought I'd check them out."
Noah shakes his head, "You wouldn't like their music."
I shrug before taking the cup from his hand and bringing it up to my lips, almost gagging as the amber liquid touched my tongue, "Oh my god, that's awful."
Noah laughs, taking the cup from me and setting it to the side, placing his palms on the surface on either side of me, "No seriously, what're you doing here?"
"Honestly?"
He nods and I let out a sigh, beginning to play with my fingers that sat in my lap, "Jolly called me, he said that you seemed a little off. That you didn't seem like yourself, even when tour started. Jolly said that you wouldn't talk about it, always saying that nothing was wrong. The boys can't figure it out so Jolly asked if I knew but as far as I knew everything was fine. Jolly finally asked me if I would just come out to either cheer you up or fix what it is that's going on." I tilt my head as I look at him, "So tell me what's going on in that mind of yours."
Noah lets out a sigh before letting his head fall to my thighs, my hands automatically going to his hair. "It's so stupid but I cannot talk about it because if I do then I will be distracted the whole night and I'll be shit on stage."
I had never seen Noah rattled before. He was always so calm and collected both on and off stage. It seemed like nothing could ever throw him off his game so whatever it was, must be big.
Pulling my hands out of his hair, I place my hands on his shoulders and gently push him so he could stand up straight and look at me, "In that case, why don't we go put my bag away and then you take me to a merch stand so I can get a shirt and we can hang out until you have to go on? We can deal with this later."
He nods his head and helps me down from the ledge, grabbing my bag as begin to walk towards their tour bus, "Don't you have a million Bad Omen shirts?"
"Um, I don't have one from this tour!"
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I felt Noah shift behind me for what felt like the thousandth time.
Don't get me wrong, tour buses aren't all that comfortable and I'm sure it's hard when the bed is barely big enough to fit someone's tall frame, but this bunk bed was so much more comfortable than previous ones. Now it could be because I have had a very long day but I all but passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Noah lets out a sigh as he flops onto his back.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
I shake my head, momentarily forgetting that it was pitch black and he couldn't see, "No but will you tell me what's keep you awake? Is it what's throwing you off?"
It was silent for a few minutes and I was beginning to think that he had, finally, fallen asleep, but he sighs, his raspy voice whispering in the dark, "It's a fucking dream."
"What?"
"The night before our first show I had this dream and now every time I close my eyes, even if it's just to fucking blink, I see it. I think about it constantly and I just can't get it out of my head long enough to focus. Fuck, even when I'm out on stage I think about it. "
I roll onto my stomach and push myself to rest on my forearms, "Was it a nightmare?"
"It was a fucking sex dream. Well, it started off as a sex dream, with you and I, which whatever, I've had those multiple times, but then it morphed into something more. One minute you and I were going at it, it was great by the way, and then it switched, and all of a sudden we were going on dates, getting married, having babies, growing old, being dumb as hell together."
Pushing my weight to one arm, I move my hand to grab his arm, "Noah it was just a dream."
I could feel him shake his head, "No it wasn't. I thought that at first too but then I realized that it's what I want. It's like those cliche romance books you read where the two best friends fall in love. I fell in love with my best friend and that dream just sent me over the edge because I want that with you. I want to take you out, be able to hold your hand, and touch your butt in public. I want to do the absolute dumbest shit with you by my side. I want to ride out the rest of this music shit with you by my side. I want to get married and put so many babies in you. I want to grow old with you."
Noah's hand comes in contact with my jaw, his thumb gently tracing over my skin, "I'm sorry if I've ruined everything."
Shaking my head, I pushed myself up until I was half on his chest with my nose brushing his, "You didn't ruin anything."
Noah takes a beat before letting out a puff of air, hand wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me forward, smashing his lips against mine.
It was odd at first, kissing your best friend of years, but that quickly faded into something more passionate.
Pulling apart, "I don't think we should have babies right now but why don't we practice making them?"
Letting out a low chuckle, Noah situates me until I am on my back and he is resting in between my legs, "I like the sound of that."
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HOT
Noah thot down below😏 (MDNI)
Imagine you and Noah are friends and you guys are at his house watching a movie together and suddenly you feel Noah's hand go on your thigh but not in the normal spot where he usually puts his hand, his hand is a little too high for so called 'friends' so you put your hand over his, rubbing his hand in circular motions with your thumb, him suddenly starting to massage your thigh and when you look at him you realize your close, too close, but you hear him mutter a quite "fuck it" and next think you know he's kissing you, but you could tell that he was holding back so you put your hand around him neck and lift yourself up to straddle him, you hear his quite whimpers and you can feel him getting hard while your making out, and that makes you start to grind against him, as soon as he heard the first moan that came out of you he pulled away and asked.
"Are you sure you want to Angel?"
Of course him calling you a pet name made you even wetter than you were before, but you still want to fuck with him a little bit.
"Hmmm, well now I don't know, maybe its not best for us." Hearing that Noah was a little hurt but he understood so he tried to get you off his lap gently, but that's when you told him.
"I'm just fucking with you, of course I want to." You lean in and whisper in his ear.
"But you have to promise that I'm not gonna be able to walk for the next 3 days." His grip on your hips got stronger and he said.
"Your wish is my command Angel."
Shall I make this into a one shot, maybe😏
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no one speak to me i’m fragile
FUCKING V.A.N THE BARK I CANT
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bye i can’t
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NEW LAYOUT WE ARE SO BACK
#bad omens#bad omens band#noah sebastian#bad omens cult#noahsebastian#nick folio#nickfolio#jolly karlsson#jollykarlsson#nicholasruffilo#nicholas ruffilo
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big pookie energy
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IT FEELS SO UNREAL TO SEE THE FINISHED PIECE 😭
By Jordan Allen
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Can you imagine Noah being nervous the thirst time he meets ✨Her✨?
Hi this has been sitting in my asks for awhile but today it is heavy on my spirit so let’s go!
Because Noah, my sweet baby boy, is a DUMMY. He’s a DUMBASS. So when he sees ✨Her✨ for the first time, he doesn’t even register that it’s any kind of love-at-first-sight situation, just thinks “oh yeah she’s really hot and I wanna sleep with her that’s what this feeling is” even though someone (jolly) points out that Noah has slept with more than a few hot women before and has never had this visceral of a reaction, okay, whatever! In my little pea brain I looooooove an opposites attract kinda situation, so I think it would be really sweet if Noah didn’t end up with an all-black-and-chains metalcore girly, but someone who presented themselves in cozy sweaters and keeps their nose in a book or someone who always checks to see if <clothing item> comes in pink and uses glitter on the daily (I’m not projecting you’re projecting it’s my post!!!) or even someone who’s very tradgoth versus just alt yknow? Like obviously hotness transcends aesthetics but there’s something visibly different about ✨Her✨and I think that’s why Noah does a double-take and shrugs it off as good ole fashioned lust. But then :-/ things escalate right :-/ because Noah goes in with intentions of seduction! But you won’t be fooled by hot band boys! You are grown! You know ur worth and you refuse to be another notch in this boy’s belt and I think that would be the nail in the coffin for our guy Noah. Bc he goes back to someone in the band (Nicky <3) and is like “she… said no?” And he’s VERY confused you see because He’s Noah Sebastian and he doesn’t do well with rejection and you were very kind but refused him and so Nick is like “did you try asking her to lunch before propositioning her with sex?” And Noah is like hmmmmm…… a concept, Nicholas……. So he returns to you, asks you to lunch, you say yes because you know you’ll be able to resist the call of him bending you over a table in a public cafe at noon (stronger than me tbh), and Noah is so PLEASED. He is giddy. He realizes he’s more excited about your lunch (baby does not know it’s a date) than the possibility of getting to have sex with you bc he desperately wants to know more about you, stalks your Instagram on his burner, finds your headshot for your work on their website and proceeds to tell anyone who will listen (Folio) about how photogenic you are. Anyways! So yeah you go on a date lunch outing and it’s in your neighborhood so you show him the cute shops up the road and he buys you a book you’ve been wanting but haven’t invested in because you have no room on your shelves (“do you want to go to IKEA?” “For what?” “For a bookshelf, I can build it for you-“ “Noah.”) and he thinks he’s never gonna be happy again until he sees that sparkle in your eye when he handed you the flimsy sack containing the tome you so desired! And maybe he gets brave enough to hold your hand as he walks you back to your car! And maybe you’re not just another notch on his belt so you invite him back to your place for coffee! And maybe! Maybe he shyly asks if he can kiss you in your kitchen and you say yes and he tastes like cream and sugar and his hands are on your hips but not your ass and he’s smiling into the kiss and it’s making you giggle and maybe I’ll light myself on fire from where I’m watching outside the kitchen window! The end good morning everyone.
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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 ignites 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 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 intertwining 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 final 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 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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“Fake Omens/Crew Omens”
Here’s who cosplayed as who during ‘Artificial Suicide’ in Milan:
(Ft. Noah laughing during the clean vocals off stage)
Noah - Bryan Kirks
Nicholas - Nick Folio
Jolly - Josh Billimoria
Folio - Dakota “Kooter” Sammons
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love u star 🫶🏻 u deserve it!! mwah 🩷
A few announcements!
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A subtle breeze coasts down my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I whine, tightening my grasp and burrowing my face further against Noah in search of warmth, only to come to the realization it wasn't him I was clutching to me. I cracked open an eye, my pregnancy pillow coming into view instead of the sight of my slumbering husband.
I furrowed my brows in perplexity; I know I had fallen asleep in Noah's arms.
With a groan, I rolled as far onto my back as I could, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before pushing myself out of bed—which was getting progressively more and more difficult as the days went by. "Noah?" I called, trudging out of our bedroom with a hand on my back. "God, it's fucking freezing," I grumbled to myself, a chill running down the length of my body the further I walked down the hall. The air conditioning was on full blast as usual, thanks to Noah.
I call his name once again, but there was still no definitive response, other than a muffled 'fuck'.
There wasn't any music playing or the faint smell of toast cascading through our home, so he wasn't in the kitchen or studio. The only other option was the nursery.
I waddled my way towards what used to be our spare bedroom, peeking through the door left ajar. I grinned to myself when I saw him hunched over a piece of paper, tiny screws laid out in front of him in neat piles. I pushed the door open gently and leaned against the doorframe, giving it a light tap to announce my entry.
"Hey you," I greet him. "Whatcha up to?"
"Building the crib," he replies, clipped.
I scrunched up my face at his curtness, shaking my head lightly. "I see... Been here long? I didn't even feel you get out of bed."
"Couple hours. Didn't want to wake you."
I stand up straight, pulling my brows together with a small frown. I was not appreciating his tone.
I take a gander around the room, seeing he had put together the white bookshelf my mom had gifted us and the nightstand we got from Ikea. I loved seeing that things were coming together, bringing me a sense of security and joy, but I could still feel the rigidness permeating from him.
"Everything okay? You seem a little tense," I ask.
He sighs harshly. "Yes, I'm fine. There's a few pieces missing, so I'm a little annoyed with that."
I shuffle on my feet. "Well, we could take a break. Make some breakfast. Plus, we still need to paint the walls, so we can figure out the missing pieces afterwards—"
"We?" He scoffs. "I'm the one putting all this shit together."
My mouth opens, but no words come out. I snap my mouth shut; I'm left blinking as I register the words he just said.
I ball my hands into fists as I feel anger simmering in my veins. "It's a little more difficult for me to sit on the floor and put things together, Noah."
"Then maybe we should've done this sooner before it got too difficult for you," he mumbles with a roll of his shoulders.
"Excuse me?" My jaw drops and my hand flies to my chest, absolutely appalled. I give him a chance to explain himself, but we're left in a tense silence as I watch him continue to fidget with a piece of the crib. "You know what? Go fuck yourself. I can't believe you just said that!" I take hold of the door knob, pulling the door towards me as I begin to make my exit. "Sorry for being eight months pregnant," I snap, then slam the door behind me.
Tears are burning my eyes as I stomp to the kitchen. From there, I don't waste a second and pull out the griddle, aggressively putting it on the counter and plugging it in to heat up. It might be hard for me to build a crib and paint the walls, but it certainly wasn't hard for me to cook breakfast for the both of us. Even if I was pissed off to no end.
After throwing several strips of bacon on the griddle, I made my way around the kitchen and grabbed everything that I needed to make pancakes with haste. I whipped together the batter as the bacon cooked, never minding the fact that Noah was now standing by the island, watching me.
"Olivia," he says my name gently, closing the distance between us. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm cooking." I shoulder him away when he places an arm around my shoulders. I see him stiffen in my peripheral, letting his arm drop to his side.
"Would you like some help?"
"Nope."
We're back to a rigid silence, nothing but a quiet sizzle filling the room as I poured batter onto the griddle in perfect circles. Noah is hovering behind me, and it doesn't help alleviate the tension. Instead, I realize it was making it worse as I fisted the spatula with such aggression, my knuckles turned white. My hand even trembled a little bit while I watched the pancakes start to rise, speckled with tiny bubbles.
"You're gonna burn them—"
I grit my teeth. "I know," I grumbled, flipping them harshly one by one. I knew they would burn if I let them cook any longer, he didn't need to tell me.
He sighs, sidling up behind me and placing a hand on my waist. "I'm just trying to help, love—"
"You can help by parking your ass at the table and leaving me be."
I feel him flinch and slowly retract his hand before he returns to the island, where I hear him take a seat on one of the stools.
Minutes pass; I take the pancakes off the heat and split them between two plates. I had already laid the strips of bacon on paper towels to soak up the excess grease before serving Noah the chewier pieces, and me the crispier.
I may be done cooking breakfast, but I was certainly still stewing in aggravation as I grabbed the bottle of syrup and slide his plate in front of him. I glance at the sullen look on his face before I turned and retrieved my own plate, sitting across from him. He thanks me in a quiet voice, but he doesn't so much as move a muscle while I dig into my breakfast.
"Olivia, I'm sorry," he tries again. "I was just frustrated, I shouldn't have taken it out on you and said that."
I picked up a piece of bacon, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, you shouldn't have." I shrug and take a bite of the bacon, savoring the hint of applewood as I chewed, and he sighs. "You gonna eat?"
"I'm not all that hungry."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly in annoyance, finishing the strip of bacon in hand before picking up my fork and digging into one of the pancakes.
"You know, that's how I felt when I spent hours putting those things together, just for you to come in and tell me we still had to paint the walls, Liv."
"Seriously, Noah?" In an instant, the anger flared up again and I finally brought my eyes to him, shooting daggers in his direction. I slammed my fork on the table, his untouched silverware rattling from the aggression. "Why are you being such a dick?" He pressed his lips into a line as he leered at me, his eyes bouncing between mine while the tension between us was once again pulled taut. "Forget it," I grumbled, standing abruptly from my seat.
I picked up my plate and brought it to the sink, practically tossing it onto the counter, and turned to make my way back to the bedroom. I brushed past Noah with tears in my eyes and he calls my name, but I ignore him and continue down the hall. My throat burned as I tried not to cry.
It was like a flip of a switch with him, and I didn't understand it. Yesterday he was so kind, gentle, and helpful during the entire shower. He helped set up the event, helped me open gifts, cut and served the cake and other food, put everything away—hell, he barely let me lift a finger. But this morning? He made me feel like absolute garbage for not being able to do these things. I can't lift more than 10 pounds, I can't sit on the floor for very long and put together furniture, I can't paint the walls by myself.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, my cheeks burning hot as tears rolled down them. Noah comes in shortly after and crouches in front of me, taking my hands in his with a gentle squeeze. He says my name quietly and I bring my eyes up to his face, which screamed nothing but remorse with a definitive crease between his brows and a heavy frown.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "Please don't cry."
"Why are you so... flippant this morning?" I mumbled, struggling to find the right word. My lips quiver and he lets go of one of my hands to cup my cheek, his thumb swiping the trail of tears dry.
"I don't mean to be," he sighs, shaking his head. "I'm just stressed."
"So, you take it out on me instead of talking to me about it? Yesterday you were fine, and now... this," I motioned between us. "Did something happen?"
"No, not exactly..." he trails off.
I shake my head, not understanding. "Then what?"
He remains silent, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He licks his bottom lip before biting it lightly, most likely mulling over his words before he cradles the back of my head and presses his lips to my forehead.
"I didn't want to upset you by telling you I was nervous about having the baby." He's kneading his fingers in the back of my head as he says this, his eyes heavy with concern, begging for forgiveness. "And don't think that means I'm not excited to have him, I'm just... I'm in my head, you know? It's a lot and I'm worried that... that I'm not ready or that I won't be a good dad."
I felt my heart sink hearing his words, my whole jaw trembling trying to hold my emotions back. "W-why didn't you say anything before, Noah?" I sobbed, shaking my head as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
"Because it didn't hit me until yesterday," he tells me, squeezing my hand. "Seeing all the gifts, seeing how excited everyone was for his arrival, knowing you're nearly 9 months pregnant. It hit me all at once. We have so many things to put away, so many things to do for the nursery; it freaked me out." I lock eyes with him, his chocolate irises glistening with sincerity. "And you know how I get when I have a task on hand—I don't stop until it's finished. Til everything is perfect. I just want everything to be perfect for you and him." He cups my face with both hands, once again trying to dry my tears with his thumbs. "Okay? I'm sorry for being an ass, from the bottom of my heart."
I nod shallowly in his hands, and he brandishes a soft smile before pressing his lips to mine delicately. I let out a single cry against his mouth and cling onto his shirt, melting into him shortly after, and we stayed like this until neither of us could breathe.
Though him saying he wanted everything to be perfect was reassuring, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit worried about what comes after childbirth. The irritability from lack of sleep, and the arguments that would ensue from it. The disagreements, the crying, the screaming. Things won't be perfect, and that's what scares me—what if he gets sick and tired of trying to make things 'perfect' and leaves?
"Come on," he breaks through my thoughts. "Let's finish breakfast, cuz I know you're hungry," he chuckles, and I huff a quiet laugh. "Then we can set up the room to start painting the walls. How's that sound?"
"But what about the things you already put together?"
"I'll move everything to the center and put a tarp over it. We have to put one down over the rug, anyways."
I nod with a quiet 'okay' and he gives me another reassuring kiss before standing, pulling me to my feet. He takes my hand in his, bringing me back to the kitchen where we finished our now cold breakfast before he left to set up the nursery for painting.
In the meantime, I cleaned up the kitchen and changed into clothes that I didn't necessarily care if they got ruined or not. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and made my way into the baby's room, seeing Noah had finished the task of tarping everything and covering the trim in painter's tape. He was now beginning to pour paint into the pans.
"Ready to get painting?" he asks after putting the lid back on the can. He stands, picking up one of the rollers and attaching it to an extension pole before handing it to me. "I figure it would be easier for you, not having to bend or reach as much. I'll get the nooks and crannies when we get there," he winks, holding up a wide, angled brush.
"Thanks," I chuckle. "Let's get this party started," I say, glancing around the area to survey where to begin. I dip the roller into the pan, coating it in the sky blue color we picked out, and started with the wall opposite of the door.
The idea of painting was a lot easier said than done. It wasn't all that bad at first, just a little burn in my arms from extending them time and time again, but after a while, my back started to ache quite a bit. I was breaking a sweat, and was even a little winded, but still, I pushed on through it, knowing this had to get done—I couldn't let Noah do it all himself, considering our little tiff from earlier.
We had just started the third wall when I couldn't handle the back pain anymore, which was beginning to spread to my abdomen. I set the roller down gently and excused myself, making my way to our bedroom where I lay down, hoping to alleviate some of the ache. It doesn't take long for Noah to follow me in, a look of concern spread on his face as he closes the gap between us.
"You okay, love?" he asks, brushing my bangs back to press a kiss to my forehead.
"Yeah," I let out an exasperated sigh, my face scrunching from the uncomfortability. "My back hurts. I just need to rest for a minute and I'll be back to help finish painting."
He frowns. "I'll finish it up, I don't want you over-doing anything. Sit tight, I'll grab you some water, okay?"
"But—"
"I mean it." He shoots me a pointed look before exiting our bedroom.
I huff with defeat, settling against the pillows with an arm draped over my face, my other hand cradling my belly where the twinge of pain remained. My muscles tighten briefly, and I let out a quiet groan just as Noah reenters the room. I move my arm away from my face and take the glass of water he offered, thanking him before taking a few tiny sips and putting it down on the nightstand.
"You doing okay?"
"Yeah," I nod lazily. "It's going away. I just needed to rest for a minute," I reassure him.
He pulls his lips to the side, a look of doubt strewn across his face as he places his hand on my bump, rubbing slow circles against it. "Alright, if you say so. I don't want you painting anymore though, okay?"
"Noah, please, I'm fi—" My face contorts and I let out a hiss. "It's just a cramp," I tell him through gritted teeth.
"Liv," he says my name warily. "You don't think you're going into labor, do you?"
My heart jumps into my throat, my eyes flashing to Noah's as panic starts to creep in. I can't be going into labor; I still had 5 weeks left to go.
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Your drummer
MDNI 18+
1.9k words
Nick Folio x Noah Sebastian x fem!y/n
CW: masterbation, threesome, slight angst, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem and male rec)
continuation of this 🫶🏼
Fuck. Noah had been in the studio all fucking day. You hadn't gotten an ounce of attention from him almost all week. Your fingers could only do the job so well. You would fuck yourself out in the shower, but it wasn't anything compared to how Noah's cock stretched you out.
You were currently hanging out with the three boys as Noah “finished up” a song's vocals in the studio. You had been waiting for fucking hours and you were, reasonably, on edge. your cunt was throbbing and your legs were shaking.
“I'll be back..” You muttered as you ran to the bathroom. The guys turned back to their conversation as they nodded to your absence.
You made your way quickly to the studio's bathroom and shut the door. You pulled your pants down, along with your panties and took no time to dive your middle and ring finger into your pussy. You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle your moans. Your free hand came down and started to perform tight circles to your clit.
The pleasure became all too much in seconds and you were coming undone on your own hands.
The world was spinning as someone knocked on the door. You stumbled to clean yourself up and wash your hands before opening the door.
To your surprise it was the very man you just fantasized about.
“What were you doing?” His voice was deep and coarse in your ears.
“Nothing.” You crossed your arms and tried to push past him. He, of course, didn't allow it.
“You don't think I couldn't hear your pathetic fucking whimpers?” He had come down to whisper in your ear.
You couldn't think of anything to say, pushing past him with more force than before. Being successful this time, you went and sat back down with the boys.
“Are we almost done here?” You whined in annoyance.
“Umm..I think so, baby.” Folio answered.
Him calling you baby wasn't anything unusual. He called everyone baby, but something sparked in you. Your back was resting against the arm of the chair and your legs spread over Folio's lap. His hands were rubbing up and down your legs. You had shorts on and his hands weren't going anywhere they shouldn't, you knew Folio would never disrespect your relationship like that.
Yet, you found yourself wishing he would pull something on you. You tried your best to rid the thought from your mind, but it was so hard. You were so touch deprived you couldn't get a grip on your own mind.
“C’mon. We're going.” Noah's voice boomed behind you. It shocked you but fuck you were so happy to go home.
What you weren't so excited for was the drive back home with Noah. It was about a 25 minute drive back and it was going to be god awful.
And you were right.
“What's your fucking problem?” Noah was mad, of course.
“My problem? My fucking problem is that you've been so caught up in this album that you've barely fucking talked to me!”
You lived with Noah and Folio and usually you would ride with both but thankfully he drove here on his own.
“You know I've been busy, y/n. My work is everything to me!”
You knew that but it didn't excuse his behavior. At night, he would barely talk to you before falling asleep.
You bickered your way home, into your home, all throughout the house into the kitchen. Nick made his way to his room and shut the door, not caring for the argument at all.
The midst of the argument you muttered under your breath.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Maybe you had been bratty all day, but this was pushing it…
“Nothing.” You crossed your arms and turned away from your boyfriend.
He grabbed your face, forcing your eyes to lock with his. you've known Noah for...well forever basically. Yet, when he got in his "moods" such as this one, he was fucking scary. He was so much taller than you and it made him even more intimidating.
"Been bratty all day and now? Now what? getting shy?" His jaw clenched after he spit his words out. You felt your core tighten as his eyes went over your facial expression. You felt like prey under his gaze and you knew Noah felt like a wolf preying upon a tiny little bunny.
“No! I just-”
"I don't fucking care. What. Did. You. Say?" His patience was running thin and the hand that had originally found its home on your face was now gripping at your neck, pulling you towards his body.
"I said, um- if- if you're too busy..." You had managed to muster up faux confidence. You just prayed and hoped he couldn't tell it was fake.
"Then I should go fuck your drummer." You gulped, your mouth instantly running dry. Your eyes scoured his face, desperately hoping to find a reaction.
"Not another fucking word. You want dick, I'll give you some fucking dick."
That was when Noah had picked you up over his shoulder and started walking towards his roommates door.
Your heart was racing. He could NOT be serious right now! Fuck!! You were about to embarrass the fuck out of yourself. And for what? Something you said purely out of anger?
Noah didn't even knock on Nick's door before entering. He quickly explained the situation to the (reasonably) startled Nick.
It took mere seconds for Nick to get a wild grin plastered onto his face. His tattoos were poking out through his shirt and he looked fucking delicious.
You found yourself plopped down onto his bed. You brought your knees up to your chest and rolled your eyes.
“Nick, it's just a stupid fight don't listen to him-”
“Oh, baby. No, it doesn't seem like a stupid fight. Not at all. I don't mind helping a friend in dire need.” His eyes drank you in.
Noah forced your legs open, pulling your shorts down. You knew you lost this fight when the wet patch on your panties was studied by both sets of eyes.
Noah let out a chuckle, rolling his eyes.
“I'll show you how she likes it.”
His hands worked on pulling your panties down, now exposing you to the pair. Your face lit up bright red, which didn't last long when Noah plunged his fingers into you. There was no need to prep you, you were already dripping down your thighs and soon to be creating a mess onto the bed you were laid upon.
Your head fell back and your mouth was gaping open. His finger felt like fucking heaven after so long without his touch.
“Is this what you wanted? You dirty fucking girl.”
You nodded your head and babbled some response before locking eyes with Nick. You had pleading eyes, all self respect you once had was now out the window.
“Nick, kiss me. Please- oh my god, please!” Your words were barely decipherable between the whines and cries that escaped your mouth.
Nick looked at Noah for permission, which was thankfully granted.
He scooted closer and took your head into his hands. Your tongues almost immediately danced together, the wet sounds coming from your cunt and now the spit running down your chin was enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Nick held you as Noah's fingers guided you through your first orgasm.
When you came down from it, you were shaking and tears had fallen down your face.
You were taken out of Nick's grasp and watched him and he cautiously took his place in front of your pussy.
Noah stood on the other edge of the bed, watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was rock hard beneath his jeans. You watched it ache and pulse as you felt Nick slowly push into you.
“You sick fuck. You're enjoying this too much.”
“You better shut your pretty little mouth before I have “my drummer” here, take his cock out of you and leave you wet and fucking needy.” He said, looking down at you.
It wasn't long before Nick was ready to tear you apart from the inside.
“I'm going to fucking break you. You have no idea how long I've wanted you.” Nick leaned over, whispering in your ear.
Within no time, Nick's cock was itching a part of your brain you never knew you needed to be scratched. Something about this situation was all too good, it was something you only ever imagined. Never did you think it would actually happen.
You watched as Noah pulled his cock out, taking a seat beside you. He started to touch himself, jerking and stroking along the shaft.
You reached your hand out for it, before Noah slapped your hand away.
“If you think you're going to get to touch my cock after the way you've been acting, you're hilarious.”
So this was a punishment. It wasn't the worst of what you had gotten before, at least you were getting fucked but my god did you want to wrap your hand around him and watch him get off.
You turned your attention back to Nick and it made you that much closer to coming to your second orgasm.
His hair was messy, his necklace was dangling and oh god did he look fucking amazing.
His cock was reaching places you hadn't been able to in nearly a week. You couldn't help yourself but bring him in for another kiss.
This time it wasn't just you falling apart. Each second, each thrust was edging you both to the release you two desperately needed.
You swore up and down that you could feel his cock twitching every time he pushed into you.
“I'm so- so close…oh shit!” You cried as your orgasm washed over you. You heard Noah mutter something as your senses diminished.
“Don't you dare cum in her.”
An annoyed sigh came out of Nick's mouth but pulled out, spurting his load onto your stomach.
After you regained strength, you saw Noah, still pathetically beating his meat, knowing his hand wouldn't be enough to actually make him cum. He knew he would have to cave in and let you give him something, anything to get him off.
“Baby, c’mon. let me help.” You gave him big fuck me eyes as you asked.
You repositioned yourself to sit on your knees. The sight of you was something Noah couldn't say no to. You had somehow lost your shirt in your activities and your hair was messy from being fucked out.
“Fuck. Fine…please..” He was desperate to let go at this point.
You laid on your belly and took him into your mouth almost immediately. He tensed as you did so, making you give his thigh a pat, making him relax.
While your head was bobbing up and down along your boyfriend's cock, Nick took the opportunity to get one more out of you and filled you with his middle and ring finger.
The vibrations from your moaning made Noah grab a handful of your hair, pushing his cock past your mouth and deep into your throat. You gagged around it, yet it was so rewarding to hear his moans as he let his cum paint the inside of your throat.
Nick was still busy at your cunt when you came up for air. You were laid out like a whore on display for him. You were humping and grinding onto his fingers.
You were so overwhelmed and so overstimulated you came undone on his fingers in a matter of seconds.
You thanked god that Noah had recovered from his own orgasm enough to carry you back to your room.
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