brownbearwrites

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[brownbearwrites]

struck by you (pt. 2 of 2)

You’re an omega, and you’re going into heat. And, as wrong as it feels to admit to yourself, it’s all happening because your body is forcing you to admit that you are truly, terribly, in love with Noah.

A/B/O dynamic, omega reader and alpha Noah. 18+.

Read part one here. Read on AO3 here.

A rapid knocking at your door makes you glance up from the cocoon of blankets, pillows, and towels you’ve formed around your shivering body. You attempt to sit up, but yet another bout of cramps forces you to curl in on yourself on the bed instead, wrapping the sheet around your naked skin. The knocking persists, and all you can do is groan in response.

“I’m coming in, okay?” you hear Noah’s familiar voice from the hallway, a worried tone coloring his words.

You watch the door slide open, Noah’s hoodie-clad form stepping into your hotel room. His eyes flitter around the darkened room, his gaze finally locating you among the folds of your messy makeshift nest. He carefully closes the door behind himself, shutting you both in from the outside world.

“Oli gave me a spare key, I didn’t want to–” he begins to speak, voice halting as he takes a step closer to your shivering form.

He heaves in a shuddering breath, his whole body seeming to tense up as he takes in the maddening smell your body is emanating. His eyes clench shut, having to call upon every ounce of his self-restraint not to pounce on you. By now, the scent filling the room is so thick you can even smell it yourself—a heady, intoxicating smell. Even through the heat-induced mind fog, you find it within yourself to be embarrassed at the idea of how it must smell to an unmated alpha like Noah. How desperate you must seem.

Take me. Take me. Take me.

Your body feels overheated, skin sticky with sweat. You look up at Noah with teary eyes, the alpha’s restraint visibly crumbling as he hears a low, pained whine coming from your throat.

His eyes flutter open, pupils blown wide. “Please tell me you want it to be me,” he half-begs you, “I couldn’t live with myself if you’d regret this”. His hands, shaking at his sides, clenching into solid fists.

You move as upon instinct. The throbbing in your skull seems to lessen with each lungful of Noah’s scent you inhale from across the room. Your mind is blank as you push the white sheet down from where you had bunched it up around your neck. Your torso now lays bare before him, chest heaving as you meet his eyes. Slowly, maddeningly so, you angle your neck. You submissively present the smooth stretch of skin to him, wordlessly begging for his bite, for him to mark you as his.

“Noah, please, I need it to be you”.

He lets out a growl, a deep dark sound from the center of his chest that makes you clench your slick thighs together in want. He’s on you within the blink of an eye. His large warm hands smoothing a path down your tousled hair, over the sweat-slick skin of your waist, coming to a rest atop the crumpled sheets that cover your legs. His face hides in the crook of your neck, nosing at your scent gland. This closeness, his long-awaited touch, washes over you like a wave. You didn’t realize nearly enough how badly you needed him, and finally, he was here. Here to take care of you.

“I knew you’d smell good, but fuck, baby, I never knew it’d be this delicious. Driving me crazy, I swear”.

His warm hand continues to knead and stroke at your covered thigh, a wanton shiver running down your spine in response. One of your hands reaches up to slide your fingers through his hair, your grip tightening on his locks as you push his face closer against you. He presses needy kisses against your throat, lips teasingly skimming past where you need him to bite and claim you. Maybe at another point in time, this would be all you’d ever need, you and Noah pressed tight against one another, the pressure of his body on top of yours, your scents intermixing in the space you share. But right now, with your heat coursing through your body and the uncomfortable clenching in your abdomen worsening with the minute, you simply need more.

It’s a sentiment you’re not quiet about sharing, whining and babbling for Noah to touch you, to make the pain go away. Thankfully for you, he gives in easily. He hauls himself up on one elbow, his free hand coming up to thumb at where the border of the sheet and your stomach meet. His hungry eyes roam over your body, lingering on your breasts before his gaze flickers back up to your face.

“Pretty little omega needs me to play with her pussy, huh?” he pants, “don’t worry baby, once you’ve got my knot you won’t even remember how much you were hurting before. I’ll fuck all the pain away for you, yeah?”

Noah’s hand pushes down the sheets, your kicking legs aiding him in getting the pesky fabric off your warm skin. He kisses your neck one last time before sliding down the bed, his large tattooed hands caressing your calves as he gently goads you into spreading your legs for him. Your inner thighs feel embarrassingly sticky and wet from your arousal, your pussy throbbing with the need to be touched. You have half the mind to blush.

Noah groans at the sight of you, his mouth pressing warm kisses against your messy thighs as his long fingers slide through your folds, making you keen in pleasure.

“What’s made you this wet, baby?” he asks.

“You, Noah, just you,” you sob as he rewards you with the press of his fingers against your sensitive clit, “couldn’t help but be needy for you”.

“Good girl”.

You’re wet enough that he’s immediately able to slide two of his fingers into you, crooking them as he slowly pumps them in and out. The feeling of finally having something to fill you up makes you throw your head back in pleasure, your fingers gripping the blanket below you for purchase. Your shaking legs unintentionally press together around Noah’s hand, locking him in place as his digits stretch you out. He presses a kiss to your knee, his tenderness a startling contrast to the unrelenting movements of his fingers.

“So damn tight,” he mumbles against your skin, “I need to open you up on my fingers before you can take my knot, huh?”

“I can take it,” you moan wantonly.

“Yeah? Does my pretty girl feel ready to get fucked?”

You look down at him as you nod your head, biting your lip. He makes his way back up to you, nosing at your neck again. Your hands slide over his back, suddenly irked by how many clothes Noah is still wearing. Your hands push below his hoodie, roaming your hands over his skin.

“Take it off?” you ask, desperate to feel his uncovered skin against yours.

Noah sits up on his knees, taking his hoodie off in one fell swoop. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you shamelessly ogle him, his hands deftly undoing his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down. His hard, heavy cock slaps up against his stomach, the tip already pink and shiny with his excitement. He gives his shaft a half-minded stroke, the muscles in his abdomen visibly shuddering at the feeling of finally touching himself. Your mouth waters at the sight, your own stomach clenching uncomfortably with how empty you feel, heat still coursing through your veins.

Noah kicks his clothes the rest of the way off, leaning in to kiss your neck and nip at your jaw. His hand massages your breasts, nimble fingers toying with your sensitive nipples. You whine in frustration, angling your head down so that his lips kiss their way up your cheek. He looks up at you, his brow furrowing as his dilated eyes meet yours.

 “Want you to kiss me,” you mumble.

“I am kissing you, baby” he teases with another peck on your cheek.

“Not properly,” you whine.

An unexpectedly dopey smile forms on his face. He leans in, his soft lips pressing against yours in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. You’re too far gone to do more than take what he gives you, moaning as his lips and tongue move against yours. Still, you feel the pleasure-starved omega part of your brain shiver with joy at the knowledge that this isn’t simply a kiss from just any alpha, it’s a kiss from your alpha.

Before long, his hands slide back down your body, pressing your thighs apart as he grinds himself against the soft skin of your stomach, his cock painfully close yet too far away from where you want him. From where you need him. You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him closer to you.

“Gonna give you what you need, yeah?” he mumbles, his voice rough as he grips his cock, sliding it through your slick folds, “give my sweet little mate the knot she deserves”. 

Noah’s thick cock finally slides into you, the feeling of it stretching you open knocking the breath out of you. Your hands move to wrap around his broad back, your nails clawing at his warm skin as he begins to thrust, his movements slow at first but quickly speeding up. The idea of being quiet doesn’t even cross your mind, wanton moans freely slipping past your lips with every wet slap of Noah’s hips against yours. The uncomfortable clenching in your stomach has finally disappeared, and though you still don’t feel like the brain fog has lifted fully, all you feel is pure unadulterated pleasure.

You hold onto Noah for dear life, pressing your nose against the tensed muscles of his bicep and breathing in the addicting alpha smell that’s radiating off of him as he pounds into you. It feels like he was made to fit inside you, the stretch of his cock maddeningly delicious, the curve of it hitting you at your most sensitive spots. With how incredible it feels to have Noah inside of you, and how long your body has been waiting for this very moment, it is no surprise that it doesn’t take long before you start to feel the tell-tale signs of an oncoming orgasm growing between your legs. Your sultry moans meld into desperate squeals, answered by Noah’s own growling moans.

“Noah, I'm–” you yelp out, unable to finish your sentence as Noah hikes your legs even further up his back, basically folding you in half as he pounds into you at a steady yet unforgiving pace. With this new angle, it feels like he’s somehow even deeper inside of you, fucking down into the deepest part of your being.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, “come on your alpha’s cock. Get your pussy all ready for my knot, yeah? Be a good girl for me”.

The filth spilling from his lips is the final push you need to get you over the edge. It’s like you feel yourself almost blackout for a moment when the orgasm rips through your body, your back arching, and every last muscle in your body tensing as the undiluted pleasure fills you from head to toe. All you can feel is Noah. His hand on your thigh, his face in the crook of your neck, his hips pressed against yours, the swell of the knot at the base of his cock pressing into you. 

His hips have slowed to a grinding pace, no less intense than the forceful thrusts you felt previously, but maddening in an entirely new sense. If you thought his cock was big before, the feeling of his firm knot stretching you open is a whole new revelation. It feels both impossibly big and just right at the very same time, filling you up to the very brim.

“Fuck, you’re taking it so well, being so good for me,” Noah sighs against your throat, growling and panting as you open up for him. “Are you going to let me claim you? Make you my girl? My pretty little omega?”

You shudder, overwhelmed and sensitive, finally getting what your body has been begging you for these past two days.

“Please, Noah, I’m yours,” you pant.

Noah raises his head, hips flush against yours as he looks at you, his face red from exertion, bangs stuck against his sweaty forehead, eyes wide and animalistic. His gaze flickers down to your throat, the smooth expanse of skin laid bare for him. You cock your head to the side, urging him on, showing him how desperately you want this.

And then, suddenly, it’s done.

Noah leans in, soft lips pressing a kiss to your neck before he bites down, breaking skin as his incisors skin into your supple flesh. The pain doesn’t even register to you. All you feel is the weight of his body on top of you, the satisfying throbbing of his cock inside of you as he finally cums, his warm hands holding you close. The dual thumping of both of your heartbeats pounds in your ears, the innate rhythm of the two of you harmonizing in the most devastatingly beautiful way. You sense his relief, his joy; his emotions burrowing down through your skin to nestle in your chest alongside your own. You feel more connected to him than you have ever felt connected to anyone before. It’s a dizzying realization that this is it now, that he’s yours. 

Yours forever.

[brownbearwrites]

struck by you (pt. 1 of 2)

You’re an omega, and you’re going into heat. And, as wrong as it feels to admit to yourself, it’s all happening because your body is forcing you to admit that you are truly, terribly, in love with Noah.

A/B/O dynamic, omega reader and alpha Noah. 18+.

Read on AO3 here.

The tour was going great. Fantastic, even.

It’s not like you’re new to this. You’ve been hired to work the merch stand by countless bands over the years. They’d bring you along to seedy venue after seedy venue, the days blurring together as you sold t-shirt after t-shirt. You smiled brightly and worked hard, always pulling your weight. You were genuinely good at your job, which is something that you’d be way too embarrassed to ever admit aloud. Thankfully, you hadn’t needed to. Other people had noticed, and over time the venues you were booked to work started to get nicer, the music rougher, the crowds bigger.

Back then, when you first started this career, you’d have never even dared to dream that it would take you this far. But here you are, against all odds — on the road with Bring Me The Horizon for their first set of shows of the year, toting Bad Omens as their opening act. A fucking dream come true.

And sure, it’s great. You already knew a large chunk of the crew, which was a welcome surprise. The bus you’re living on is as spacious as any tour bus can be. The pay is good, and the bands you’re working for are even better. Life genuinely couldn’t get much nicer for you at the moment. But still, something just feels off.

You’ve been restless all day long recently, like something is buzzing beneath your skin. Your brain has been a mess, and it feels like you’re forgetting half of the things people are telling you. At night, you can’t sleep, tossing and turning until exhaustion takes over. And then there’s the sensitivity to smell.

You’re a beta, always have been, always will be. Most people working on tour crews like this one were betas. Unscented, simple. The select few omegas and alphas working the tour would be on high doses of suppressants to keep them from accidentally going into heat or rut. Medically, these suppressants could be a bit of a gamble for them, but it was a sacrifice they were all more than willing to make. 

And then, of course, there were the bands themselves. They usually had the luck to schedule tours around their heats and ruts, making it possible for them to skip the suppressants — I promise you, you haven't smelled a true alpha scent before if you haven't been inside one of those tour buses at the end of a three-month-long stretch of shows. Those fuckers reek.

The natural scents of omegas and alphas were always something you were aware of, though you never gave it more attention than you would, say, their hair color. Lately, though, things have been different. Some people’s scents would make nausea bubble up from within you like a carbonated drink that’d been dropped on solid concrete a few times too often. Their scents, usually gone half-noticed by you, would suddenly be cloying; either too sweet or much too musky. Overbearing and saccharine. It was excruciating having to smile and suppress it all day, pretending to be just fine while trying not to gag in any innocent fans’ faces. 

For some people’s scents, though, this mystery affliction of yours seemed to have the opposite effect. Well, you say some people — if you're being honest with yourself, it’s just one person in particular.

Noah motherfucking Sebastian.

It’s embarrassing, really, the way you cling to him, following him around as much as possible just for the reprieve his scent gives you from the onslaught of gag-worthy alpha and omega scents you’re faced with otherwise. Sitting next to him at shared meals, lingering by his side backstage until you’re forced to head back to the merch table, running errands with him on your days off with the excuse of being bored. You’re glad he hasn’t noticed, or if he has, that he hasn’t mentioned it. God, if he did, you’d probably have to crawl into your bunk and wait for death’s sweet embrace.

For a while now, that has been enough. A few whiffs of Noah’s scent — a soft, sort of spicy smell, like licorice or a herbal cigarette — would be enough to distract your body for the night, keeping you somewhat sane while working. Well, that is, until today.

You were already shivering when you woke up, somehow both sticky with sweat and freezing cold at the same time. Then there were the usual suspects; the nausea, the brain fog, and an incredibly annoying feeling of restlessness. But now, digging your nails into the palms of your hands to distract yourself from it all, you’re also experiencing what may just be the most painful cramping you’ve ever felt before. You know what period cramps are like, you’ve had more than your fair share of them, but this stabbing sensation in your abdomen is somehow so much worse.

You’re staring into space, leaning up against the still-empty merch table you’re supposed to be filling up, breathing heavily as you focus all your attention on not passing out. The sudden touch of a warm hand on your shoulder makes you jump, looking up to see Oli crouched down next to you.

Oli’s scent, still far too pungent to be pleasant, was not the worst you’ve smelled. Floral and smokey, a meadow of wildflowers that someone set aflame.

“Are you okay, love?” He asks.

You have no choice but to say no, shaking your head as another round of shivers washes over you. The show isn’t starting until hours from now, but you already know you can’t possibly power your way through it tonight. You need to rest, sleep, wrap yourself up in a nest of blankets, and stay there until your body rids itself of this all-consuming illness.

Oli’s hand reaches up to feel your forehead, the heated skin damp with perspiration.

“You’re burning up,” he mutters, “did you skip your blockers this month?” he asks. His nostrils flare, breathing in your scent.

“I’m a beta,” you weakly protest.

Oli shakes his head, “Are you sure you’re not just a late bloomer, love? If you were to ask me, I’d say your heat is right around the corner — your scent alone is a dead giveaway,” he says, steadying you as he helps you stand up. “If it’s only showing up now, that means it's probably been triggered by something”.

You know what he’s referring to, you knew he must’ve noticed your sudden closeness to Noah, but you play ignorant, hoping he can’t tell you’re blushing through the flush of your fever. You feel a flush of warmth rush through you at the thought of Noah. 

If you had been in a better state of mind, you might’ve noticed the way Oli’s eye flickered to the backstage door, a knowing look on his face. Alas, you’re busy trying not to puke all over your friend’s shoes, so you miss it completely.

Oli calls over one of the roadies — a beta, unscented and safe — and asks her to escort you to your hotel room. It’s just down the road, thank god, so you’re there in no time, having ducked through the backdoor to avoid the crowd of concert attendees already gathered out front. You have half of a mind to worry about your empty merch table, about what the crew is going to do when the short break that had been planned for after this show is over and you have to continue traveling, about what will happen if your heat still hasn’t broken by then. You push these thoughts to the back of your mind, knowing that worrying isn’t going to solve any of your issues.

However, the knowledge about what will fix things isn’t much more reassuring either. You might have considered yourself a beta your whole life, but you still were forced to sit through enough biology lessons on heats to know how they work. Essentially, you have two options. Either you suffer through this heat, letting it run its painful course over the next handful of days before your body rids itself of the hormones — or you have someone help you through it.

The second option, though guaranteeing you a much quicker relief, terrifies you.

You know that Oli was right. A heat, especially when triggered at a later age such as this one, really only occurs for one reason. Your body — your now overheated, cramping, dizzy body —   had decided that you’d met your person. Your mate. The person who you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. And given that this person was apparently an alpha, the latent omega part of you had suddenly reared its terribly inconvenient head and began begging for attention.

This alpha, your alpha, was the one who could help you through this heat. Instinctually, you know who your body is so desperately aching for. A dull throbbing between your legs makes itself known, growing more persistent when your mind lingers on Noah.

That’s how you find yourself now, all alone in your hotel room. For a while you just sit on the edge of the bed, staring into space as you let it sink in that this is truly happening. You’re an omega, and you’re going into heat. And, as wrong as it feels to admit to yourself, it’s because your body is forcing you to admit that you are truly, terribly, in love with Noah.

Noah, the sweet alpha who lets you follow him around like a lost puppy. The one who finds his way back to you after every show, expressing his sincere gratitude for your work, even if it’s just so that he has an excuse to chat with you. The sort of man who makes sure he’s always close to you when you’re in a crowd together, his hand on your arm or back to remind you he’s nearby. Noah, your Noah, who has been taking care of you like an alpha would take care of their omega mate since before you even realized that is what you were.

You lay back on the bed, pulling your sweaty clothes off your heated body. You keep going until every inch of your flushed skin is exposed. You twist and turn in the cool sheets, reaching for the pillows and dragging them closer, forming a shoddy nest around you. A pained hiss leaves your lips, one of your hands placed on your cramping stomach as you let the pain wash over you.

[concretejunglefm]

i need to share w someone who will understand.

making sub!noah touch himself for you, and not just that—edging. being in the same room as that? 😮‍💨 long inked fingers teasing his

you could also have him send you proof when he’s on tour :3

- @somebodyels3

KELS WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? also thank you because now i can't unthink this.

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom f!reader.

CW: smut including masturbation, anal fingering (m receiving), mention of toy use, dirty talk, edging and orgasm denial.

Names: Good boy, Sweet boy, Puppy, Miss (reader), brief mommy mention from reader.

NSFW under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

SWEET BOY: Please, Miss. I can't hold out any longer. Just let me stroke it, please?

A wicked grin spread across your features as you read over the text. The entire day had been spent sending Noah the most raunchy texts and voice notes you could while he was away on tour, purposely working him up, aware that he couldn't touch himself without your say or it resulting in a punishment. Of course, he could always touch himself and lie about that to you, but you had him trained enough to be the best good boy for you. You knew that his guilt of doing something like that wouldn't last too long and he'd break and confess, if only to embrace a punishment or seek one because you knew that he always wanted to be the best for you. Even in his bratty moods, he did.

YOU: Soon. You're such an eager puppy.

At the notification flashing up in response, you let out a giggle when it's a voice message of him groaning, audibly frustrated.

Pressing down on the microphone button, you tsk into the phone before your lips curl into a wider smirk with your words. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you? You're so brave and strong trying to hold back for me. So tell me, sweet boy. Tell me how you're thinking about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to the thought of me."

Barely seconds pass before Noah responds with another voice note. "Mmm, yes, Miss. I...I want to be a good boy for you. Fuck. I think about you all the time. I can't stop wanting to touch myself when I think of you."

You respond with a single text.

YOU: Then show me.

Instead of waiting for him to respond, you FaceTime him, seeing his flustered face fill up your screen as he answers. "Are you going to touch yourself for me like a good boy?" You tilt your head and catch the way his voice chokes in his throat with the simple word of 'yes'.

"Good boy. Set me up so I can see you." You instruct him, and he follows, propping the phone up on the nearby nightstand, facing it towards the bed to capture everything.

You know that he only has the hotel room to himself for a short period of time. Whoever he was sharing with has probably gone for long enough, or he would've made some suggestion for you to call back and continue your game another time.

Although right now you can see it in the glazed-over look in his eye, he was completely yours and in the submissive headspace you love to push him into.

You softly coo praises at him, calling him all of the sweetest things while he undresses himself for you and when you finally catch sight of his hard cock in his grasp, you let out a gasp of your own.

"Oh my... have I done that to you?" Even though the camera you can see the way it twitches and pulses in his grasp, the tip is red and already leaking precum. He looks about ready to burst, and now you wish you were there to enjoy him properly.

"Take your hand away." You instruct him, and you catch the whine which causes you to click your tongue with a warning. You may be miles apart, but that won't prevent you from finding a suitable punishment to carry out on him. "I don't want you touching there. Not yet. You know where I want you to touch yourself, don't you, sweet boy?"

"h...here, Miss?" You watch the way his thighs spread wider as he leans back against the pillows stacked behind for him to lean against, and his hands begin to inch up along his thighs, his fingers teasingly exploring the space between them, stroking the space along his taint which you love to taunt him with using any number of toys when you're together.

"Yes... that's my good boy. You know just how mommy loves to touch you." Your own breath is picking up now, feeling the dull ache between your thighs growing, but you're too focused on watching to seek your own relief, not when you'll be able to use this to replay on later.

"Have you got—oh, you are a good puppy." You don't even need to remind him about the lube, seeing him use one hand to flick open the lid and squirt some, squeezing hard enough it causes a slight mess as it covers both his hole and fingers.

"Just gentle now. Nice and slow for me." You urge him on, hearing the way his sounds are becoming more choked with the slow teasing of his finger against his hole.

"Miss, please." You love listening to him beg like this when you're not there, like your own personal slutty puppy who's seeking your approval for him to touch and fuck himself. "I need you to touch me. I need you so desperately." You can hear it in his tone and it makes you shift, rubbing your thighs together. God, how you wish you were with him.

"Do you have your toy with you?"

"I do! I do!" He's so eager and ready, holding his toy up proudly, the small plug you bought for him as an experiment which became something of a beloved choice for him to use, especially when all he wanted was to be filled by you. "Can I please use it, Miss? Please? I need to feel you in me."

How can you deny him when he's like this? Begging and spreading himself for you. You watch how he works his fingers slowly inside, never pushing too deep without your instruction and you continue to give it to him, allowing for him to take the toy and watching with your own bated breath as his greedy hole swallows it. "You're such a greedy little puppy." You let out with your breath, listening to the sweet whines and moans he makes, pleading for more, needing more as his other hand ghosts along his cock before pulling away with every tongue lashing you give him about it.

"Is my puppy nice and full now?"

"Y-y…yes, Miss." He's struggling and he's so on edge that you're sure he will end up cumming over himself without any further assistance, a thought which is arguably hot, though right now you can't help but love the idea of making him suffer a little longer by denying him of what he really wants; an orgasm.

"Good boy. Now you're going to sleep like this, nice and full, and you're not allowed to cum tonight. I want you to call me back in the morning and show me how hard your cock is and what a mess you've made during the night because you're so needy." There's a sickly, saccharine tone in your voice as you taunt him, aware that he's already struggling, and you'll be surprised if he even makes it to morning before attempting to call you or failing altogether and giving you the guilt look he always has when he struggles to hold out. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss. I understand." You see the pout forming across his face, and you wish that you could come and kiss it away for him. Even if he is your submissive in this moment, you hate to see him in such a pouty state; it's one of the few things he can do which really pulls on your heartstrings, even in these moments.

"That's Mommy’s good boy." You say as you blow him a kiss before hanging up. 

When she hangs up, Noah's left whimpering, his hole squeezing tight around the plug while his cock twitches, left untouched and aching with the need to cum. From across the room, the voice of his fellow bandmate draws his attention as he smugly says. "You heard her. No cumming for you tonight." 

[w0manof-flesh44]

no y’all don’t understand i wanan FUCK ON STEPBRO NOAH like i just noah he a slut in grey sweatpants steuttinganround with his tats i imagine long hair noah but WITH still having his dermal like ong and just ugh i coudl eat him fr like munch Tf out that man deadass i’m pls use me for real ik so sick when i tell you SLUTTY INSANE STEPBRO NOAH JUST CAUSALLY WALKINGA ROUJD THE HOUSE IJ ONLY BOXERS LIKE FAWK

[brownbearwrites]

no bc I GET IT, like, him holding his hand on your mouth while he’s fucking you to keep you quiet because you’re not home alone but he just had to fuck you real quick

[kaliforniahigh]

birds of a feather, we should stick together - n.s. (part one)

Best friends to lovers, fake dating and best friend Noah <3

Warnings: a mean character, curse words, Noah makes fun of fine line tattoos, lies and reader trying to fit in to the best of her abilities. If I missed something, let me know!

Part 2 is in the works and coming soon!

WC: 4.3k words.

Requests are closed for now / Click here to be added to the permanent tag list <3

To say you were overly excited to meet up with your high school friends would be a total lie. When you told Noah they arranged a lunch date, to remember the good old days, he scoffed, and asked you why you even stayed in the group chat with these people.

Truth is, they weren't all bad. Acually, most of them were pretty nice, It was the Regina George of the group, also known as Jade, who fucked up the vibes.

Jade was a mean girl, and she never understood why you were friends with the awkward emo kid, with the side-swept bangs. This emo kid being your best friend, Noah Sebastian, who was the first person you met when you enrolled in a new school, in the middle of the school year.

It was 6th grade, and you had just moved to Richmond, VA. Your dad was transferred, so you had to find a new home, in a new city.

You and Noah became friends fast, being paired up by your English teacher during reading classes, you talked more than you actually read. He found out, that even though it didn't look like it, you enjoyed the same bands as he did. And that you learned to play acoustic guitar from a pretty young age.

You told him that your dad was in a band during his college years, but, due to adult responsabilities, it became more of a hobby for him than anything else.

Soon, the two of you were inseparable. Walking down school corridors together, him going to your house to do homework, and showing you around the city on the weekends.

You were the one who took school more seriously than him, and you were the one who ended up going to college and getting your Master's degree right after. But he was the one who always took you to watch his band practice, who took you to watch his friends - who were always much older than the two of you - perform.

When you were both 15, Noah told you he was going to drop out of high school. You weren't too happy, because you wouldn't have your best friend with you anymore, but you always knew the time would come, and were surprised he didn't decide to do it much sooner.

And that's how you met Jade and her friends. You weren't popular by any means, but, one day, she approached you and asked you how you styled your hair so nicely, and how she loved your pink tips.

You wanted to tell her that your best friend helped you. When you told Noah you wanted a splash of color in your hair, he went to the store with you to buy the necessary things. He wanted you to do purple, but you settled on pink. You remember him huffing in annoyance, telling you that pink was such a boring color.

At home, he helped you with the back of your head, while you spread the vivid color on the front pieces. It turned out amazing, and you joked that he could be a hair stylist if this band thing didn't work out.

Noah and Jade never really got along. The first day they met, Noah was picking you up from school, waiting for you in the parking lot. You remember Jade making a backhanded remark about his tattoos and the way he dresses, and Noah's face turned sour immediately.

After that, anytime they were in the same vicinity, shady comments were thrown by both of them. Noah always commenting about how the bleach in her hair must've gotten to her brain, and Jade commenting about how Noah was a wannabe rockstar.

Noah asked you many times why you kept her around, instead of dumping her and finding new friends, and you always explained how it wasn't that easy.

This was high school, and everyone already had their group of friends, not really being keen on letting other people in. Besides, without him there, and without the girls, you truly had no one else.

At the end of the day, he understood. Noah himself had a hard time making friends, and to this day, he never understood how someone like you decided to befriend him. He knew how being solitary could ruin your years in high school.

Now, sitting in this overpriced lunch spot they found downtown, you were contemplating your life choices as you tried to eat your Caeser salad without grimacing. All of them ordered fucking salads, and you did the same, not wanting to be the only one ordering chicken parm.

"Girlies", Jade said, wiping her mouth with a napking and setting it back down on her lap. "I know this is a reunion, but I have such good news", she clapped her hands excitedly. Typical Jade, always wanting the attention on her.

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to what she was saying.

"So, you know how Peter proposed to me last year, right?", everyone nodded yes. "We're getting married in two months!", she exclaimed, reaching inside her Louis Vitton bag and pulling out what seemed to be wedding invitations. "And all of you are invited!"

The girls cheered and started to hug her, you did the same, expressing your happines for your friend.

"It's going to be in the Bahamas, in an all-inclusive resort", she informed, handing out the wedding invitations. Meanwhile, you were wondering with what money you were getting your ass to the Bahamas.

"Peter is paying all the expenses, for everyone, so don't even worry about it", she said, as if reading your thoughts.

Jade got engaged to the kind of person everyone thought she was going to date. Peter was a hot shot plastic surgeon based in LA. You had no doubt he racked up millions of dollars every month just fixing people's faces. Jade herself had something new done everytime you met up.

"What about you, Y/N? Who are you bringing as your plus one?", Emma asked. You guess you zoned out and missed part of the conversation.

"You're bringing your boyfriend, right?", Lily chimed in.

Did they even know if you had a boyfriend or not? You looked around the table, all the girls waiting for your answer. You didn't know what to say. Suddenly, your eyes noticed all of their beautiful engagement rings, and you didn't have the courage to say you were still single.

"Yeah, of course", you answered, hoping you were convincing.

"Uhh, that's amazing! Who is he?", Jade asked, excitment coating her voice.

Shit. Who the fuck would you say is your boyfriend?

"Noah", you said. He was the first person to come to mind, and you didn't hesitate to say his name.

You saw Jade's face twist in a frown.

"You're dating Noah?", she asked, judgment evident in her tone.

"Hmm, yeah, for a while now", you were lying through your teeth at this point.

"Well", she shrugged. "I guess it was always gonna happen anyways", and just like that, the rest of the girls went back to their conversations, while you mulled over what the hell you had just done.

You were already gonna tell Noah to come with you to the wedding the moment she handed out the invitations, which, was going to be a difficult task in itself, since Noah held a grudge against Jade to this day. But you were sure you could convince him with the all-inclusive resort argument.

Now, not only did you have to convince him to go with you, but you had to tell him you told the girls you were dating?

You were already thinking of excuses not to go.

When everyone was finished with their meals, they slowly started to say their goodbyes. You did the same, giving each one of them a kiss on the cheek as you made your way out of the restaurant and to your car.

When you got in, you instantly fished your phone from your purse, dialing Noah's number.

"You need saving from the botox bitch?", Noah answered the phone. You rolled your eyes, but laughed anyway.

"I'm already leaving the restaurant, actually. I was calling to ask if I can come over"

"Since when do you call to ask if you can come over?", he asked, confusion in his voice. He was right, you usually just showed up.

"I don't know? To make sure you're home?"

"You know I'm always home"

"Can I comer over or not?", you asked again, a hint of fake annoyance in your voice.

"Of course you can"

"Then I'll see you in fifteen", you said, hanging up the phone and starting your car.

On the way over to Noah's house, you've been thinking about how you were going to break the news. You still had a little while to think about what you were going to tell him, but, you knew that as soon as he saw your face, he'd know you were hiding something from him.

So, without an actual plan, you decided to tell him today. That way, you wouldn't have to torture youself for days with this information, and you gave him more time to prepare. That is, if he even decided to go.

You trusted your abilities to convince him, though. Noah had a history of doing whatever you wanted just to see you happy, and you never took advantage of that, but desperate times call for for desperate measures. Besides, a vacation to the Bahamas, with all expenses paid, didn't seem all that bad. Even if you had to endure Jade for a few days.

Parking outside, you gave yourself a pep talk before leaving your car and locking it behind you. Using your spare key, you unlocked the front door and made your way inside the living room, announcing your arrival by calling Noah's name.

"I'm right here, what are you yelling for?", he answered from the couch, the PS5 controller in his hands. You just shrugged in answer, and sat next to him.

Grabbing your purse, you pulled out the fancy wedding invitation Jade had handed to you, and set it on the couch beside him and between the two of you. Grabbing it and reading what was written in gold letters, Noah's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oh, so the queen of botox is getting married to the king of botox?", you gave him a sideways glance, but smiled at his nicknames for the couple. It did suit them, after all.

"Yeah, they are. Jade couldn't help but announce it today", you pointed out.

"Well, are you going?", he asked, setting the invitation back down.

"Hmm. It depends, I guess", you answered, avoiding his eyes and you could tell he already clocked that something is wrong.

"Why?", he asked, a little hesitant.

"Jade said we can bring a plus one"

"Yeah, you usually can at weddings"

"And I was thinking....", you trailed off and looked at him, seeing the exact moment the realization dawned on him, and he immediately started to shake his head.

"There is no way", he said, getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen. You got up as well and went after him.

"Why not?", you asked him, a little bit of whining in your voice.

"Are you seriously asking 'why not'?"

"I mean, I know you don't like her, but c'mon, this is gonna be a nice wedding. Besides, it's in the Bahamas, and Peter is paying for everything", you argued.

"Is it's because it's in the Bahamas, I can pay for a vacation for us in the Bahamas, no problem", he crossed his arms against his chest.

"It's not because of that"

"Y/N", he stepped closer towards you. "You know you can just go alone, right?"

"I can't go alone", you huffed in annoyance, because his argument was totally valid, but you did not have that option anymore, all because of your big mouth and will to please everyone.

"Why not?", he asked, confusion etched all over his face.

"Because...", your shoulders slumped as you realized the gravity of your mistake.

"Hey", he grabbed your shoulders, sensing your discomfort. You were never uncomfortable around him, so this behaviour from you scared him a little bit. "You can tell me, what is it?"

"I told them I have a boyfriend", you say, voice low and a little embarassed.

"But you don't have a boyfriend", he observed the obvious, having difficulty in understanding where you were going with this.

"I told them it was you", you looked down towards the floor, fingers going to rub your forehead as you waited for his reaction. The seconds ticked by, and the silence ate you alive.

"You...", he started, but stopped himself in his tracks, head going over what you just told him, to make sure he got it right. "You told them we were dating?", you answered with a head nod, still looking down.

"Y/N", he said your name with a little bit of annoyance lacing his tone. He looked up at the ceiling, as if willing the heavens to give him the strength to deal with you.

"I know, I know", you say, looking up at him. "It was just that they were drilling me about this and I didn't know what to do!"

"Tell them you're not dating anyone?", he deadpanned, and you hated that he kept stating the obvious.

"Yeah, but they already see me as the odd one out, what are they gonna think when I tell them that I'm almost thirty and not dating anyone? They're all engaged, for fucks sake!", you exclaimed and started to pace around the kitchen.

"You worry about what they think of you too much", Noah pointed out. He hated the way you felt like you always had to please them, they way you always thought you had to fit in into their world.

"It's ok, I'll just come up with an excuse so I don't have to go to the wedding", you waved your hand, dismissing this conversation. You were already feeling your head start to throb. You made your way to the couch, grabbing your purse, and the invitation.

Behind you, you hear Noah let out a big breath, before softly calling out your name. You stopped in front of the door and turned around to face him.

"You owe me big fucking time", he pointed a finger at you, and you couldn't help but let a smile dance over your lips.

"You're gonna do this?", you asked, a little doubtful.

"You're doing my laundry for two weeks", he comprimised. "No, three weeks. Fuck it, you're doing my laundry for a whole fucking month"

You cheered at this, not minding it one bit. His laudry was easy since he only had black clothes.

You skipped your way over to him, reaching your arms up and circling them around his neck to pull him into a hug. You couldn't see, but he had a smile on his lips as well.

At this moment, Noah thinks he would do just about anything to keep you happy.

"At least she can't make fun of your hair anymore", you observed, as you parted from him. He groaned in reply.

"Don't fucking push it", he warned you, but there was no real threat to his words.

"Oh!", you snapped your fingers as you remembered an important information about the wedding. "I forgot to tell you something"

"What is it?", he asked, looking at you sideways in suspiscion.

"It's at an all-inclusive resort", you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "Besides", you continued "Jade's probably gonna invite so many people, we won't even cross paths with her", you observed.

"I hope you're right"

To say you had a lot of time to prepare was a lie. Time flew by incredibly fast, and in between work, choosing a dress and picking up a suit for Noah - who complained endlessly about having to wear it, you argued that he can't wear a black tank top to a wedding, and he huffed and puffed even more - you were only one day away from boarding the plane.

You were going over everything in your suitcase. Another thing Noah was going to complaing about, you can hear his voice in your head asking you why you needed so much stuff. You zipped it up when you decided that obsessively thinking if you forgot anything was not going to make you magically remember something.

You texted Noah that you were ready for him to pick you up. You both decided it was best if you slept over at his house, and he was asking one of the boys to drive you over to the airport for practical reasons.

It wasn't too long before you heard honking outside, signaling Noah's arrival. You took everything you needed, and looked around you to make sure you locked everything up, and when you were satisfied with your quick inspection, you walked over and opened the front door.

Noah was opening the trunk when he saw you.

"Don't say anything", you raised your hand up to stop the words you were sure were going to stumble from his lips. He raised his arms up in surrender and didn't say anything. But, he did make overexaggerated grunting noises as he hauled your bags inside the trunk. You ignored him and went to lock your front door instead.

Getting in the car and driving away, you pulled your phone from your pocket.

"Jade already texted the flight information", you observed.

"At least she's competent", he retorted.

"Imma need you to try and be civil, at least. Remember we're going to enjoy the beach and drinks", you reminded him of what you've been saying for the past weeks. "And you can't call them botox queen and botox king".

"If she doesn't talk shit about my tattoos, we'll be fine", he argued back.

"Her husband has tattoos", you pointed out, as if that makes the situation any better.

"I bet it's some fine line pussy ass tattoo of a lion or some shit like that", he grunted in annoyance, remembering he's gonna have to deal with Jade AND her husband.

"You know what?", you rubbed you chin in thought. "I think it actually is", you pondered, and you both couldn't help but cackle out loud about the fact that he was most likely right about the tattoo.

The rest of the day went on without a hitch. You ordered some food so you didn't get any pans or pots dirty before traveling, and soon, you were both ready for bed, since you were leaving pretty early in the morning to catch your flight.

You were getting comfortable in Noah's left side of the bed, when he came in the room, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, joining you under the covers.

Plugging your phone to charge, you turn to look at him, doing the same.

"Did you set the alarm?", you asked and he hummed a yes. "Did you set it really loud?", he hummed in reply once again.

He knew you got anxious whenever you had to do something important in the morning. You always thought some entity was going to disable the alarms you set on your phone and you wouldn't wake up in time.

"Don't worry, we'll get there with lots of time to spare", he reassured you, and opened his arms so you could lay against his chest.

Sleep found you easily, as it always did whenever you and Noah slept on the same bed. You were used to sleeping in an empty house, since you've been living on your own ever since you moved for college. But to say your sleep was calm and serene was a lie.

With him, you felt safer, like he could protect you from everything and anything. You trusted him more than you trusted anyone else in your life.

Noah, wasn't as tired as you were, and he contemplated how these days were going to go over as he waited for your breath to even out. It was a ritual of sorts whenever you two slept together. He always waited for you to fall asleep first. And, sometimes, when you had difficulty sleeping, he sang some soft tunes, or rubbed your scalp the way he knew you liked, and that always did the trick.

Next time you woke up, was with Noah's shrill alarm ringing on the bedside table. He really did set it really loud, because you were groaning and telling him to turn it off. He woke up with a yawn, disentangling his arm from under your torso to finally quiet the alarm.

Yawning and stretching your limbs all over the bed, you heard Noah chuckle beside you.

"You're like a damn cat, stretching like that", he pointed out, looking at you with a smile on his face.

He always thought you were the most adorable in the morning. Your hair was a little messed up, and your eyes were all tired and fighting sleep. A part of him wished he could just pull you back to rest beside him and resume sleep. But, the trip from hell awaited the two of you.

Getting up from the bed, he announced he was going to brush his teeth and take a shower, meanwhile, you busied yourself gathering all of the suicases and backpacks downstairs.

As soon as Noah left the bathroom, you went in there and did your morning routine as well as you could with your stuff all packed away. Luckily, you kept a few things over at his place for convenience.

Changing into something comfortable for the airport, you made your way downstairs and found Noah dressed in usual sweatpants and hoodie combo.

"Did you grab your sleep mask? I won't lend you mine this time", you told him. Last time, you had to endure a whole flight without your sleep mask, because Noah had forgotten his, and you had no heart to tell him no when he asked to borrow yours.

"Yes, ma'am. I grabbed my sleep mask", he answered. "I already texted Jolly, and he's on his way to pick us up".

"Did you lock everything up?"

"Yep, already checked the entire house while you were showering"

Noah was used to this. You had a ritual everytime you were travelling, and he learned that getting ahead of you was the best thing to do. That way, you wouldn't get stressed with things he didn't do, or forgot.

Right on cue, you heard a horn souding outside, Noah opened the door and was greeted with Jolly waving from inside the car.

"Ok, let's go", you clapped your hands in a "chop chop" motion.

On the way to the airport, Noah and Jolly chatted on the front seat, while you went over the flight details on your phone, making sure everything was in order for check-in. Noah hated airports, so he left you in charge of everything he found boring.

The drive was short, and soon, you were bidding Jolly goodbye at the drop off zone, and you didn't miss the little pat on the back and the "good luck" he wished Noah before getting back in his car and driving away.

Checking-in, you and Noah found a place to sit while he grabbed some breakfast for the two of you. While you sat there, eating and waiting, you were reminded of a very important detail that you forgot to discuss with him.

"Oh, my God! I totally forgot to talk to you about something", you exclaimed, swatting him in the chest to get his attention.

"This is the second time you forgot to tell me something about this wedding trip", he said.

"When they ask us how we got together, what are we gonna tell them?", you ask him. You've been going over all the lies you'd need to tell during this trip, and you realized that you and Noah didn't have a game plan at all.

"That one day, you professed your undying love for me and then we started to date?", he said, as if the answer was obvious, but you could tell he was sprinkling a little bit of sarcasm in there.

"I'm serious, Noah", you huffed, looking at him. "We have to be beliveable, otherwise, they'll catch on, and ruin the whole thing"

"We can just tell them that we realized we wanted to have something more than just a friendship", he suggested, and the idea wasn't so bad. Jade always said you'd end up together from how much time you spend with each other.

"Out of nowhere?"

"No, we've been hiding our feelings, thinking that the other didn't feel the same way, until, one day, I told you I liked you and you told me you liked me too", you rubbed your chin, thinking over his plan. "It's not overcomplicated and if we stick to the same story, we'll be fine", he reassued you. "Besides, Jade is so self-absorbed she'll probably not even ask anything about us at all"

"That's very likely", you agreed with his reasoning. After all, it was Jade's wedding, so the light is gonna be on her, and not on you and Noah.

"What about PDA?", you broached another subject that you've been avoiding.

"If you wanna kiss me, you can just ask, you know?", he teased you, nudging you with his shoulder.

"It's not what I meant, and you know it", you told him, but you weren't able to hide the little blush covering your cheeks, and he noticed too, by the way he was grinning.

"I can hold your hand. I mean, I kind of already do. But let's just go with the flow. You don't have to worry too much about this, it's just a couple of days, after all", he said, and he was right. You and Noah meshed well and were usually in the same wavelength, so there was no reason to think things were going to go south.

You just hoped you had time to relax and enjoy the beach, the drinks and the foods, which, if you knew Jade as well as you did, were going to be impeccable.

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sudden desire - noah sebsatian x reader

warnings: handjob (m receiving), subby noah, a little angsty moment near the end

word count: 1.7k

note: a little birthday treat for my dear @deathblacksmoke <3

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You know he’s had a long day as soon as he walks into your apartment. He’s quiet, more so than usually, his shoulders are tense and there’s a persistent frown on his face. 

You usher Noah under the shower, telling him to take his time, but that you’ll fix him something to eat in the meantime. 

You’ve been friends for a few years now, and you like to think that you’re somewhat close. Noah frequently uses your place as an escape from band related things. When things get a little too much for him at home, he shows up at your place, and you gladly take him in. You know that you can rely on him just as much. No matter what time of day it is — if he’s in town, he’s coming to your rescue. Even if the dilemma is just a late night ice cream craving. 

While Noah showers, you fix him a plate of left over lasagna. He tells you about the songs they’re more or less working on. Progress has been slow recently. Apparently, he and Jolly have butted heads over where to take the song, and you can tell that it’s getting to him. 

Noah settles against you, while you catch up with the reality show that you’ve started a while ago. Over the course of the episode, he slowly slips further down, until he eventually ends up with his head in your lap. You know that he’d never outright ask for this. And still, he ends up in that spot. 

As always, your fingers card through his hair and with every pass Noah seems to relax more and more. You let your fingers scrape against his scalp just enough and, to your surprise, he lets out a breathy little noise. You try to keep your movements steady, hoping that it’ll relax him further. 

Noah shifts against you. 

You glance down at him. His eyes are fixed on the television, but something tells you that he’s not paying attention to it.

So far, your friendship has never moved past the conventional rules of friendship, but something about the energy tonight makes you feel as if you might be able to push those rules a little. 

Your free hand finds its way to his side, fingers tracing across the sliver of skin revealed by his ridden up t-shirt. 

Noah draws in a sharp breath when your fingers make contact with his skin. 

You feel him tense up under your hand, and you pause immediately, unsure if you’ve gone too far. 

He looks up at you then, eyes blown so wide. There’s an unspoken question between you, but you can bring yourself to ask it out loud. 

Instead, you carefully resume your touch and slowly let your fingers explore more of his skin. 

Noah’s eyes flutter shut as he lets out a sigh. 

“Is this okay?” You finally ask. 

He drags his eyes open again. 

Noah draws in a shaky breath as he gives you a barely there nod. 

“Need a little help relaxing, huh?” You ask quietly. 

The sound he lets out then shakes you to the core. In all the time that you’ve known Noah, you’ve never seen him like this. 

“Please?” 

You can’t possibly say no to him then, even if this is entirely uncharted territory. You trust that Noah will tell you when something is off. 

Your hand continues to wander along his body. Noah eases back against you, his body becoming lax as you continue to play with his hair. 

After a few more minutes of that, you dare to let your hand drift lower. Your fingers skim across his tummy, and you feel the muscles jump and twitch under your touch. 

“Can you —” the words catch in his throat, as his breath hitches, “Would it be okay if you — I know we’ve never done this but — could get me off?”

You’ve never heard him sound so hesitant and — shy. You know that this could change things between you, but how are you supposed to say no to him? Noah doesn’t ask for affection, sometimes he just takes it, drapes himself over his friends like a fully grown Bernese mountain dog who still hasn’t realised that he’s not a puppy any more. But you can count the occasions on which he has asked for affection on one hand. And you won’t even need all five fingers. 

You need a moment to gather yourself, before you finally give him a reply. 

“I can do that.” His eyes light up a little at that, “What do you need?”

“Just your hand is okay.” His voice is so uncharacteristically quiet. 

Seeing him so meek is entirely new to you. Not that Noah is usually loud and brash. But today his whole demeanour seems changed, and you really cannot explain what could have brought this on. 

As slowly as you can manage, you work your hand behind the waistband of his sweats. He shifts when your fingers brush against the imprint of his cock on his underwear. You almost miss the little sound he makes. As your hand drifts across his length, you discover that he's quite a bit bigger than you thought he’d be. Not that you’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how big your best friend's dick is.

You pull his underwear down just enough to let his cock slip free. The breathless little sound he makes worms its way into your brain. 

To make things easier for yourself, you ease down his sweatpants too. 

Noah shivers when your hand curls around him. 

You set a slow rhythm, returning your attention to the show playing on the TV. You keep your movements steady. Between your hand in his hair and the one on his cock, you feel him relax against you quite quickly. 

Noah’s staggered breaths fill your ears. 

You glance down at him, finding him with his eyes wrought shut so tightly. His lips are pressed together, keeping himself silent. You’re determined to pull those pretty sounds from him, though. 

Noah gasps when you start to stroke him with more intention. You can’t help but smile. Seeing him like this, entirely at your mercy, only makes you want to see how much further you can push him. 

You shift your attention towards the head of his cock. Your teasing touch makes him shift and move against you. He looks so pretty writhing under your attention. His hips shift forward, trying to meet your touch. 

You halt your movements, but his hips won’t stop. For a few moments, he continues thrusting into your hand. And when he finally notices that you aren’t moving any more, Noah lets out a quiet whine. 

His eyes flicker upwards, finding your face. 

“Why did you stop?” he asks, eyes so wide. 

You drag your hand out of his hair and trace it across his cheek. 

“You seemed to be so happy to get yourself off with my hand. Didn’t want to disrupt you.” 

His cheeks tinge bright pink then. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” 

Noah gives a near desperate nod, “Yes. Please.”

You start moving your hand along his length again. This time, his eyes stay fixed on yours. Your movements remain slow and teasing. 

The little crease in his brow appears soon after that, but he’s still holding back. Your hand tightens on him, hoping that it’ll draw a proper sound out of him. You think that you’ve almost got him where you want him, but once again Noah’s lips clamp shut. 

“You don’t have to be quiet, Noah.” you say, struggling to hide your amusement. 

You slowly drag your hand back up along his cock. 

He lets out a breathy whine when you tease the head with your thumb. His hips follow thee motion of your hand once again, but this time you don’t stop touching him. 

Whatever had stopped Noah from letting you hear him before, seemed to be out of the way now. His pretty whines and moans fill your ears. 

You decide to push your luck even further. 

“Does that feel good, hm?” 

Noah gives a frantic nod in return. 

“Be good. Let me hear you.” 

“So good.” the words are followed by another gasp. 

By now, he’s reduced to pretty whines. Occasionally, you hear a mumbled please from him. You think that he has to be so very close to his climax now. Noah looks so beautifully blissed out. 

“Please don’t stop.” Noah whines, looking up at you with tear stained eyes, “Please, I’m so close.” 

The way he whines and begs for you truly messes with your head. You’ve never been in a position like this, and really you’ve never imagined yourself here either. But now that you’re here, watching him fall apart at your hands, you feel so very comfortable. 

Noah spills his release across your hand a few short moments later. His body stiffens, growing taut as he rides out his high. 

When Noah’s sounds eventually quiets down again, you remove your hand from his cock. You reach for the box of tissues on the side table to wipe his release from your skin. And when you look back down at him, you find Noah already looking at you. 

He looks so soft and tired, exhausted in the best way possible. 

You tuck him back into his underwear and sweats, before you trace a hand across his cheek. 

“Feeling better?” you ask softly. 

Noah gives a nod, “Thank you. I’m sorry that I kinda sprung this on you.”

“I said yes, didn’t I?” your fingers trail along his jaw, “I could have said no.”

You both fall quiet for a while after that. 

Noah eventually breaks the silence again, asking if you’d mind if he stayed here tonight. Naturally, you say yes and a little while later, you’re both trying to get comfortable in your bed. You watch as Noah tosses and turns for a little while, before you decide that you’ve had enough. You shuffle closer to him and wrap your arm around his middle, keeping him close against your chest. 

“Try to get some sleep.” you mumble, as he slowly eases into your embrace. 

He’s still curled up in front of you when you wake up, and you can’t deny that it fills your heart with an odd kind of warmth. He trusts you so wholeheartedly. Your feelings towards Noah have always been friendly, but suddenly, you’re not so sure of that any more. For the sake of your friendship, you decide to push any of that towards the back of your mind.

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[brownbearwrites]

finally writing more of the abo!au noah sebastian fic I mentioned a few weeks ago !! it's almost at 2.5k now !!

it's mostly just smut so far but i'm fighting tooth and nail to actually build a story around it haha

[brownbearwrites]

writing some absolute filth right now (❁´◡`❁)

[brownbearwrites]

it's at 2k words right now, and I've literally only written the smut lol

i'm hoping to add maybe 1k words total to it to give it a bit of context and a proper ending, so i'm praying i'll be able to get that done in the next day or two because i'm sooooo excited to share this with you all <3

[brownbearwrites]

writing some absolute filth right now (❁´◡`❁)

[brownbearwrites]

someone just commented ‘I hope the Muses keep giving you inspiration for your writing, posted or not, and that Life treats you well’ on one of my fics, and its quite literally gotten me all teary-eyed

[brownbearwrites]

a quiet I keep on keeping

A fluffy scenario that I haven’t been able to get out of my head these past few days. Can be read as either romantic or platonic!

An empty laundry basket clatters to the floor as you swing your leg through the ground-floor window, the sound of plastic on tile impossibly loud in the stifling quiet of Barton after midnight. The sound makes you wince, Angus' wide, panicked eyes meeting yours as you both freeze into place — the toes of your left foot just barely meeting the solid floor while your right leg is still hanging out in the cold. A minute passes. Then two. When your clamorous entrance appears not to have woken anyone up, Angus visibly relaxes — shoulders dropping from where they'd been pulled up to his ears. You move to fully step indoors, Angus' warm hands steadying you as you do.

“Sorry about that,” you whisper sheepishly once you're safely inside.

Angus shrugs, “It should be fine, there's only three of us in the building, anyway. Well, four, now. It's pretty unlikely that they heard all of that”.

“This place must get pretty lonely, huh? No wonder you've been dropping by my work so often”.

Angus pointedly moves to shut the window, making sure to keep it open just a smidge, so that the two of you will be able to pry it open when you have to climb out again come morning. He leans against the window frame, pointedly ignoring your question.

“Aw, come on, Angus,” you tease, “It's not like I don't like having you around. You're good company. Leagues more fun than all the grumpy old folks who drop by every day to complain about the speed at which I scan groceries”.

You manage to make him crack a smile, his mussed up curls falling over his brow bone as he ducks your gaze. He huffs out a laugh, clearly attempting to dismiss you.

“It's true! I wouldn't be breaking into an all-boys private school in the middle of winter break if I didn't think so,” you defend yourself.

“I don't think it's really breaking in if you're climbing through a window that's already open. It's more trespassing, I'd say,” he cheekily remarks.

You swat at him with the long sleeves of your sweater — Angus' sweater, really — making him bark out a laugh before he manages to snatch your hands in his larger ones. Both of you pausing again when you notice how loud you're being. You smile up at him bashfully, taking in the way he always just looks softer like this — sleepy at the end of another long day. The crinkle around his eyes, the soft white shirt hugging his shoulders, the ways his lips curve up in the gentlest of smiles.

Angus leans toward you, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he does. He pulls you towards him, your hands naturally reaching out to wind around his frame.

“I'm guessing you've had quite the day, huh?” you whisper.

You feel him nod above you, his cheek resting atop your head. You breathe in the warm, laundry detergent and cigarettes smell of him, already feeling drowsy on your feet.

“Wanna tell me about it while we cuddle?” you mumble into his shirt.

“Sure,” Angus says, “C'mon, but no more kicking over laundry baskets on the way there, okay?”

You halfheartedly slap at his chest, “I'll sincerely try my hardest”.

[ollieapologist]

"Felix is so babygirl" "Felix is so princess coded" "Felix is the perfect damsel" like....yes but have u considered that Felix is also "those lollipops with the bugs inside" coded?? Felix is cherry red candy cough syrup. He's how it feels to wear cashmere with nothing underneath. He's bubblegum heaven. Paradise pervert. I love him sm.

[ollieapologist]

When Felix and Oliver were doing eeny meeny to see who Felix was going to take home that night and they were sitting sooo close to each other and had clearly been in their own little bubble together all night practically in each other's laps....I feel like they were both getting off. like Oliver was getting off imagining Felix fucking and Felix was getting off on knowing he was putting those thoughts of him in Oliver's head. I don't get people who say Felix had no interest in Oliver. He was constantly playing those little erotic mind games and trying to toe the line between friends and boyfriends with Ollie and no one can change my mind lol

[brownbearwrites]

i'm thinking about being in a trouple with felix and oliver again, and specifically the concept of the quiet possession you'd have of one another. for selfish reasons i'd imagine being married to felix, which'd mean that the two of you would have matching wedding rings as a symbol of your relationship. but of course, oliver would never pass on an opportunity to present his claim on you and felix — even if your place in polite society means that you cannot simply wear a ring from oliver too.

i think that, in an ideal world, he'd like to collar you. something thick and leather, absolutely impossible to ignore, his name engraved on a golden tag like you and felix were his obedient puppies.

most likely, he'd have to settle for necklaces. a long dainty golden chain for you, perhaps even with a discreet pendant that'd have his name engraved on the back — hidden from onlooker's eyes as it'd dangle on your chest. for felix, he'd probably pick out something shorter in length. thicker gold links like a band around his neck, just enough lenience to not be constricting. (if he was feeling excessively possessive, he might add a dog tag-style pendant too, just to make felix feel properly owned)

[thisfilmisnotyetrated]

SALTBURN (dir. Emerald Fennell, 2023)

[brownbearwrites]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

aww that's so sweet! thank you ❤️

[brownbearwrites]

Hey, this is very random, but as a non follower who was just scrolling through the saltburn tag i really appreciate that you use readmores. Just very much appreciated from a rando looking through the tag💖good luck with your writing and blog💖

Hiya! Yeah I try to post at least the more smutty parts of my writing below a readmore, since I know not everyone is comfortable with it/is willing to scroll past a long post that they’re not going to read. I’m glad that that effort is appreciated! Thank you for the kind words!! ♥️