I'm your host, Heather. The Pitt is my main game, but I would like to expand...kinks are welcome here. DMs are open if you need an ear ❤️
My asks are open for discussions and fun things and questions….im no good at asks or requests, if im being honest…I have issues with follow through.
Everything below should be assumed 18+. Not everything is smut, head the warnings for each story. These are a mixture of blurbs, one shots, and series.
I write for -
The Pitt:
Dr. Robby, Jack Abbot, John Shen, Trinity Santos, Dana Evans…anyone else in the show? Just ask.
Music:
The Weeknd so far, more artists will be added as I get more comfy and write more. I’d LOVE to write some Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens…soooo
Supernatural:
I haven’t yet, but I’d love to write for Dean or Sam.
Criminal Minds:
Basically everyone except Elle…she drives me insane. Cannot stand her. I’d LOVE to write some Hotch 😈
MDNI - I CANNOT EXPRESS THIS ENOUGH
I have a couple hard limits: no scat, no underage, and no animals.
These are all works of fiction. Some ideas have come from deep recesses of my mind. ALWAYS READ THE WARNINGS AND ALWAYS ASSUME EVERYTHING IS NSFW, MDNI, AND WILL HAVE EITHER SMUT OR MENTIONS OF SMUT.
Trust should be your #1 Kink, PEOPLE!
Masterlist:
The Pitt
Dr. Michael Robinavitch:
Period Cramps: Part 1
The Train -smut
Flavors -smut
Back To Sleep - smut
Bad Dream - fluff
WHOOPS-smut: Part 1
Bad Kitty TW: CNC
Something Just Like This - fluff
RobbyxVirgin Reader: Part 1
Not Named Yet: Part 1
Little Lamb - fluff
Blush - lil smut
Comfort after a nightmare - fluff
Debt Collectors- SMUT: Part 1
Tough Love - smut
Dirty Diana: Part 1
Roleplay TW: CNC
Catch You - fluff
Assert - smut
Provider: Part 1
Specificity Series: Part 1
Instinct - angsty fluff: Version 1 Version 2
Tik Tok Trends Robby/Jack: Daddy
Cuddle Buddies - fluff
Memory Lane - fluff
Commute: Part 1
On The Dot - fluffy spicyness
In the Shower -smut
ND Reader thoughts: Reading
Undergrad Robby - smut
Don’t Have to - CAN BE READ AS JACK OR ROBBY - smut
When you can’t join them on the road , you send your boys worn panties in their favorite colors sporadically throughout the tour…
Bad Omens Thot feat. Noah, Jolly, The Nicks, and Davis…..x reader…..Mentions made to a polyamorous relationship, panty sniffing…ya know
Smutty descriptions under the cut.
Sometimes after a show they just sit around inhaling you to help decompress.
Just a circle of sweaty, tattooed, men sitting on folding chairs; shirts off, cocks in one hand, your panties held to their noses with the other.
Each enjoyed their own cut of panty, too.
Folio? He loved just a simple, solid color, 4 way stretch thong. He could wrap it around his wrist when he played on stage. He can wrap it around his head twice while he jerks himself off to the scent of you. He knows you’re not the biggest fan of how they feel, so he always makes sure to send you videos of him cumming; your favorite, with the crotch of the panties in his mouth. It made it all the more sexy knowing the rest of your boys were there with him.
Nick? Everyone assumed he was a cotton panty guy…and while he’s never begrudge a woman for her underwear choice, he loves you in lace. He can’t help it. It leaves soft imprints on your supple skin. He can see the images so vivid in his head, sometimes he catches himself tracing them in the air while he strokes himself.
Jolly has a thing for ruched back panties. The way they hug your ass cheeks and highlight your back dimples leaves him simp stupid and drooling. He knows the ruched ass pulls the fabric in the front. He knows that sometimes it causes the fabric to get caught between your labia. He knows that you grind down a little when you feel that happen. And his senses can certainly detect the extra effort.
Davis was the plain, soft, fun cute print, cotton panty guy. He spends so much time diving into art for his flash and merch designs that he can’t help but appreciate a good licensed design. He felt a little perverse when you sent him a pair of Strawberry Shortcake boy shorts…but considering your taste, it was kind on point.
Noah….possessive Noah….he knew what the relationship was with all of you. This wasn’t a jealousy thing. He just…liked to have slightly more dominion over you. At the table of your relationship, there was no throne, so to speak, but that didn’t stop Noah from preferring you soak HIS boxer briefs to send to him. Mostly they’re a clean pair, fresh from the drawer…but there was those couple times you grabbed a pair off the top of the laundry he’d do graciously left before tour. The mix of the both of you together may or may not have been the reason for some of the most high energy performances he’s ever delivered. The raw, base nature of your scents together triggered something in him…something carnal.
***let me know if I should add one for Dierkes and Bryan…I’m still an innocent newbie to this fandom so I’m trying to stick with the people I know more about. I wanna do everyone justice! *also. Please note, for personal reasons I will only ever call Dierkes by his last name.
okay so i had no plans of making this a series or anything when i first wrote this request, but since i've been asked to write more i thought i'd better make a masterlist :) OH AND I MADE A PLAYLIST <3
this series includes: toxic relationship between noah and reader, manipulation, lying, mentions of cheating, smut, there's probably a lot more that i can't think of rn...
Part One ⋆ Part Two ⋆ Part Three ⋆ Part Four ⋆ Part Five (1/2) ⋆ Part Five (2/2)
You pulled up to the curb, your stomach fluttering with nerves you didn’t want to admit. The tour bus loomed ahead, gleaming in the afternoon sun, surrounded by unfamiliar faces hauling gear and pacing between the house and the bus. And then you saw him…Noah, standing, shoulders tense, brow furrowed, looking every bit the man trying to hold it together.
“You ready?” you asked, twisting in your seat to see Theo grinning ear to ear. She clapped her hands together, pure excitement bubbling out of her. You laughed, and climbed out of the car to unbuckle her.
As you rounded the car, Theo in your arms, you whispered, “Go get Noah.”
You set her down on the grass, and she didn’t hesitate, her little legs pumping as fast as they could carry her. Noah spotted her instantly, his expression softening, the stress melting away as a smile spread across his face. He crouched down, arms open wide, ready for impact.
Theo launched herself into him, and he caught her easily, lifting her off the ground and squeezing her tight. “You made it!” he said, nuzzling her nose with his, swaying her side to side.
You trailed a few steps behind, watching the two of them, the way Theo’s laughter filled the air, the way Noah’s whole body seemed to relax just holding her. When he finally looked up and saw you, his smile deepened. He shifted Theo onto his hip and opened his free arm, wordlessly inviting you in.
You stepped into him, into that familiar warmth, and he wrapped his arm around you both, pulling you close until you could feel his heartbeat against your shoulder.
“How are my girls today?” he murmured.
Theo pressed her cheek against his. “Happy, but sad…cause your leaving.”
You looked up at him, eyes catching his, and for a moment everything else… the bus, the noise, the people? It all faded away. It was just the three of you, tangled together in a goodbye that felt too big for words.
He kissed the top of Theo’s head, then leaned down just enough for his forehead to rest against yours. “Thank you for coming,” he whispered.
“Duh,” You tease, “Can’t let Theo not say goodbye.”
“Oh, and you didn’t want to say goodbye?” Noah teased, his voice soft but knowing. He gave you that look, the one that said he could read you better than you wanted him to. “Come on, I want you to meet the other two.”
He didn’t set Theo down. Instead, he shifted her higher on his hip and guided you toward the open front door, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, a quiet reassurance that even in the chaos of leaving, he still saw you.
Inside, the living room buzzed with quiet activity. Three men sat scattered around, fiddling with cords, boxes, and equipment, a tangle of wires and metal that looked more like a puzzle than instruments.
“Theo!” Jolly exclaimed, looking up from a mess of cables. “Any pop quizzes today?”
Theo scrunched her nose, shyly tucking her face into the crook of Noah’s neck.
“I guess not,” Noah laughed, rubbing her back. “Hey,” he whispered to her, “you don’t gotta be shy.”
You brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, and she peeked out just enough to meet your eyes. Then, with a little sigh, she reached her arms toward you. You took her, her small hands clutching your shoulders as she buried her face against your neck.
“Well,” Noah said, gesturing toward the group, “this is Nick — he’s our drummer.” He pointed to the shorter man with a quick grin. “And this is Nicholas, our bass player.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said, offering a small wave.
Theo peeked up again, studying the two men with a furrowed brow. “You’ve got the same name.” She shrugged, her voice small but curious.
You felt her wiggle in your arms, her silent signal that she wanted down. You set her gently on the floor, and she toddled toward the couch where Jolly was sitting.
“Hi,” she said, looking up at him.
“Hi,” Jolly replied, smiling as he continued to untangle a cord. Theo watched him intently, then reached out to help, her fingers clumsy but determined.
Noah chuckled, his hand brushing your arm as he stepped closer. “So,” he said, voice low, “now you’ve met everyone.”
“Yep, and that’s the last cord, last box — we just gotta load up and get the fuck outta here,” Nick announced, clapping his hands together.
Your eyes shot to Theo. Her mouth fell open, eyes wide in shock. “You shouldn’t say that word,” she scolded, her tone serious. “One time my dad said that, and Mommy yelled at him.” She turned to you, brows furrowed. “Are you gonna get him in trouble too?”
You bit back a laugh, glancing at Nick, who looked caught between apologizing and laughing. “I don’t know, Theo,” you said, smiling.
Nick threw his hands up in surrender, grinning. “Alright, alright, sorry, Mom,” he joked, dramatically trudging to the corner of the room. He folded his arms and faced the wall. “I won’t do it again.”
Theo giggled, pointing. “Mommy, he said sorry!”
Noah smirked as Nick turned back to the group, still laughing. He crouched down in front of Theo, his voice playful but sincere. “I’m not used to being around little princesses,” he said. “I’ll try my best to be worthy of your presence.”
Theo’s grin widened as he ruffled her hair, and Noah laughed in approval. “Thank you,” he said, shaking his head.
Noah’s eyes shift to Theo, “You wanna go see the bus?”
Theo nodded eagerly and hopped off the couch, practically sprinting toward the front door. You laughed, following her outside as she bounded across the grass toward the massive tour bus gleaming in the afternoon light.
Theo didn’t hesitate when Noah opened the door, she climbed the steps like she’d done it a hundred times before. You moved to follow, but Noah’s hand caught yours, stopping you just outside.
“Theo!” he called, his voice carrying easily. “Go look in the back… middle bunk!”
She disappeared inside, her laughter echoing faintly from the bus. You turned back to him, brows raised in curiosity, but he didn’t give you time to ask.
He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. He softly leaned in gently pressing his lips to yours. You froze for a heartbeat, then melted into him, your hands finding his chest, you’d never grow tired of his touch
You both broke apart, laughing softly. Noah’s thumb brushed your cheek one last time as he looked into your eyes, his smile tender. “Guess she found her surprise.”
You shook your head, still smiling. “Thank you for not doing that in front of her.”
He grinned, and you gave his chest a playful push. “Go on, lover boy,show me the bus.”
Before he could respond, Jolly’s voice echoed from around the side of the bus. “Yeah, lover boy, show her!” He smirked, hauling a bags in his arms. “Is it safe to start loading things?”
You laughed, cheeks warm. “Let me grab Theo out first,” you said, already heading toward the steps. “She will go through your things.”
Noah chuckled behind you, shaking his head. “She’s got your curiosity.”
Inside, Theo was perched on the middle bunk, her little hands exploring every pillow and blanket like she was inspecting treasure. “It’s so cozy!” she said, bouncing lightly.
You leaned against the doorway, watching her with a smile. “Alright, explorer, time to let the band get to work.”
Theo pouted but slid off the bunk hugging Princess one more time, “Be good for Noah.” She says, placing the unicorn back on Noah’s pillow. Noah scooped her up, brushing her nose with his. “You can come back and visit the bus anytime,” he promised.
Theo nodded solemnly. “Only if Mommy comes too.”
You laughed, heart full, as Noah looked at you over her shoulder, the somber smile that said he was already missing you both before he’d even left. “Alright, Theo, as much as I’d love to hold Noah hostage we need to let him go.”
Noah gently set Theo on her feet. She looked up at him with those big, sad eyes, and you winced, already knowing what was coming. Her lips trembled, her breathing hitched, and before you could say anything, the tears came.
She lifted her arms toward him, desperate, and Noah couldn’t say no. “Okay,” he murmured, scooping her back up. “I’ll walk you guys to the car, how about that?”
Theo nodded, sniffling, and tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her fingers clutching his T-shirt. You followed them down the stairs, the sound of her quiet hiccups echoing softly behind you.
Outside, the air was warm and still. The guys were waiting near the bus, pausing their work long enough to wave and call out their goodbyes to Theo. She managed a small wave back, her cheek still pressed against Noah’s shoulder.
At the car, Noah gave her one last squeeze before setting her gently in her seat. He buckled her in, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll be home soon,” he promised, his voice steady. “I’ll send Mom all the pictures with Princess so she can show you, okay?”
Theo nodded, her eyes glassy but calmer now. “Okay,” she whispered.
You climbed into the front seat, rolling the window down as Noah shut the door. He leaned in through the open window, wrapping you in a hug that lingered just long enough to make your chest ache.
He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ll see you soon.”
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I miss you already.”
“I miss you too,” he said, his smile soft but heavy, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
From the bus, one of the guys called out, “Noah, c’mon man, we gotta go!”
Noah drummed his fingers lightly on the car door, reluctant to step away. “Alright,” he said finally, exhaling. “I’ll see you in two weeks.”
You smiled faintly. “We’ll be here.”
He gave a small nod, then turned toward the bus. Theo’s voice piped up behind you, muffled through the window. “Bye, Noah!”
He looked back one last time, his grin breaking through the sadness. “Bye, baby girl!”
And as he climbed aboard, you felt your chest tighten. ‘Hold it together,’ you thought, ‘it's only two weeks.’
Jolly sat up front with Nick and Nicholas, the three of them trading jokes and half‑serious arguments about god knows what, probably music gear or bad diner coffee. The bus rumbled beneath them, tires rolling steady against the road.
Between laughs, Jolly’s eyes drifted toward the bunks. Noah was still stretched out in his, one arm tucked behind his head, staring out the window.
Jolly stood, stretching, and wandered back. He crouched beside the bunk, “What’s up, dude?”
Noah turned his head, slow, eyes heavy. No smile, no spark, just quiet. “Tired.”
Jolly smirked. “You miss them?”
Noah didn’t answer right away. He reached for the stuffed unicorn sitting beside him, lifting it in the air like Rafiki presenting Simba to the world. “I never thought a stuffed animal would bring me joy,” he said, finally cracking a smile.
Jolly laughed, shaking his head. “Man, you’ve gone soft.”
Noah shrugged, still smiling faintly. “Yeah.”
The bus rattled over a bump, and Jolly clapped him on the shoulder before heading back to the front. “Don’t worry, Lover Boy…two weeks’ll fly by.”
Noah leaned back again, the unicorn tucked against his chest, and watched the world pass by, every mile taking him farther from home, but somehow closer to you.
Noah slowly rolled out of his bunk unicorn in hand as he walked to the front of the bus where every one sat, “I need a favor.”
All eyes drifted to the sparkling unicorn in Noah’s hand, then back to his face. For a moment, the bus went quiet, the kind of silence that teeters between confusion and laughter.
Nicholas was the first to crack. “Uh… what’s up, man? And what’s with that?” He pointed at the stuffed animal like he’d never seen one before.
Noah sighed dramatically. “I made a promise to Theo, and I can’t break it.” He pulled out his phone. “Now, I need everyone to bunch up and take a selfie with her stuffed animal.”
Nick blinked. “WHAT?” He burst out laughing.
“Just do it,” Jolly said, already grinning. “It’s for a kid. First picture of the tour… and there’ll be more. Get used to it. She’ll probably be on stage next time.”
Noah half‑smiled, nodding. “See he get’s. It’s really not that hard.”
The guys groaned but stood up, crowding around him. Jolly grabbed Noah’s phone, angling it for the perfect shot. “Alright, on three. One, two, three!”
He snapped a photo of Noah holding Princess proudly to his chest, then another of Nicholas cradling her like a newborn while Jolly made a ridiculous face in the background. Nick topped it off by balancing the unicorn on the brim of his hat.
The bus erupted in laughter. They huddled around the phone, scrolling through the pictures, each one funnier than the last.
“Okay, I'll take it back,” Nick said between laughs. “She’s kinda a star.”
“She’s gonna love these,” Noah said, smiling down at his phone. “I gotta send them.”
Nicholas leaned back in his seat, smirking. “Honestly, I think those are Bad Omens Instagram worthy.”
Jolly snorted. “Yeah, nothing says metal like a unicorn named Princess.”
Noah laughed, shaking his head. “Hey, don’t knock it.”
Nick raised his hand. “Speak for yourself, Lover Boy.” He taunted.
“Alright can we all fuck off with the Lover Boy shit?”
“Hell NO!” Nicholas laughed.
Noah rolled his eyes scrolling through his phone to find your name. He pressed send and waited for your response, hoping you’d send a selfie back
He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth when your name lit up his screen. The photo loaded first, you and Theo standing in front of your house, both absolutely coated in chalk dust like you’d mistaken the sidewalk for full‑body art supplies.
A second message buzzed through.
Theo loved the pictures you sent… guess you’ll live to see another day.
His laugh slipped out before he could stop it, thumb brushing over the screen like he could feel the moment through it.
