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wolfie. any pronouns. 21. here mostly to write about bad omens. requests always open. please send them my way!

i love bad omens, halsey, pvris, bring me the horizon + lots of other artists.

my blog is preferably 18+ since i write about graphic and rated r things! MDNI! thank you!

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bf head canons pt. 4 - noah sebastian

noah sebastian x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

part one part two part three

author’s note: i couldn’t get enough of kitty noah, and people loved it so here’s some more :3

♡ at times when noah tries to catch your attention, he’s so quiet out of his usual shyness. only rarely does he still get shy around you but it’s often that his voice comes out in a soft, breathy squeak when he says your name while your attention is elsewhere.

♡ whenever he tours without you he comes home with many souvenirs for you. he tries to get something small from every city. keychains, stickers, etc. little treasures just for you.

♡ noah wakes up earlier than you every morning for a jog and by the time you’re awake he’s already had his morning run, showered and is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you humming a tune you don’t recognize.

♡ after touring is done and he has time to unwind, noah sleeps for what feels like forever. since he struggles sometimes with bad insomnia he tries to catch up on sleep whenever he can and he only feels safe enough to do it around you. the second you’re both in bed or on the couch together, even in bright daylight, his head is heavy and small snores can be heard next to you.

♡ noah tends to be a little clumsy. he’s always accidentally knocking over cups, dropping his phone, or stumbling over something.

♡ he listens to you with pure intent, soaking up every word you say. he’s sweet and cares about all the things you have to say even if it’s something small.

♡ some nights whenever noah gets cold you’ll catch him curled up with half of the blanket. legs tucked close to his chest and a deadly grip on the covers, yet it’s hard for you to be so mad (even though you’re freezing) because he looks so cute.

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one of noah’s favorite things to do whenever he’s on tour is send you pictures of all the food he tries.

the different platters from different countries, trying to get the perfect shot with the perfect lighting for you. “the phone shouldn’t eat first,” matt teases as he and the other boys watch noah hold his phone midair. “i have to get the perfect picture.”

*picture attached* nothing better than your home cooked meals, but this is a close second -n ❤️

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bf headcanons pt. 3 - noah sebastian

noah sebastian x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

part one part two

authors note: saw this screenshot on Pinterest of noah’s old instagram and his bio having “indoor cat” was too adorable and i started thinking of that a lot, so this is what i curated

♡ noah forces himself into your lap whenever it’s late and youre on the couch, answering emails or even just settling down for the evening. he’ll shut your laptop and push it away to make room for his head so you can play with his hair until the two of you are ready for bed.

♡ whenever you cuddle, he has to have as much physical contact as possible. an arm wrapped around you comfortably tight, a leg thrown over yours, skin to skin, all of it. he wants to be as close to you as possible.

♡ he’ll poke or paw at you whenever he wants any kind of attention. if you’re busy or distracted, he finds a spot next to you that’s not direct and overtime he pokes you so gently, just enough to get you to hum in response. noah will then slowly move closer to you until he’s given your undivided attention.

♡ he has a habit of nuzzling into you. whenever you cuddle or he’s close, he’s nuzzling his head into your neck and arms.

♡ neither of you really show affection whenever there’s other people around. especially him, wanting to keep his life so private. that includes you. he marvels in the idea of people knowing that you’re his and he’s yours, but in moderation. every now and then there’s pictures of you guys taken after a bad omens show or you trailing behind his annoyingly fast paced walking in public. everything else about your relationship belongs just to you two.

♡ at this point the ring collection you’ve accumulated is a shared one. it started with noah stealing your rings before going on stage, it flashing as a signal to everyone of who he belongs to. so in retaliation, you started stealing his and for holidays you started buying him more. that didn’t stop him from continuing to take yours, though.

♡ noah practically radiates warmth. whether it’s summer or winter, every time you’re cold it’s habit to find your spot next to him and feel him like a space heater. when he tours without you, he makes sure to leave behind plenty of his hoodies to keep you warm when you need them most.

♡ while his typical expression is a passive aggressive resting bitch face, it really comes out whenever he’s jealous. you paid attention to another guy? side eyeing. someone else spoke to you? arms crossed and a deathly stare. he can’t help it. he’s not the possessive type of jealous (until he needs to be.) he just wants your attention on him and only him all the time.

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bf headcanons pt. 2 - noah sebastian

noah sebastian x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

part one

authors note: been sick the past week so of course i had to write this to feel better :,)

♡ the first thing that noah does whenever you’re not feeling well is help you take either a nice hot bath or a shower, depending on how weakened you are physically. he’ll sit with you for as long as you need, your back leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around you and planting soft kisses to your head. he will hold you as the warm water soaks into your skin. even in a shower he holds you to release some of the weight you’re feeling. he massages your shoulders gently, hands trailing innocently across your wet skin to distract you from the pain.

♡ once you’re out of the bath he brings you one of his shirts to wear and helps you pull it over your head before carrying you back to bed.

♡ something he does for himself when he’s sick that he does for you as well is make a hot cup of tea. he knows which ones that can soothe throat pain or help with congestion and if you don’t like tea then there’s always a freshly steaming cup of hot cocoa waiting for you on your bedside table.

♡ noah will stay with you the entire time, even if it risks getting him sick. whatever plans he originally had have been canceled because he’s too busy being at your side. whether it’s the bed or sometimes the couch, he’s there next to you holding you as close as possible.

♡ the usual bedtime routine between the two of you is each night taking turns picking what to watch, him always between an anime or a24 movie he’s genuinely interested in and most of the time you just put on something for background noise. but since you’ve been sick you spend the day either sleeping or watching tv, and every night for the few days you’re under the weather, noah lets you pick. even if you fall asleep before deciding he puts on your favorite movie anyway.

♡ sometimes he’ll sit in bed and strum on the guitar a bit, just to keep his mind busy and he knows it soothes you. noah will mumble some words, making up a song on the spot, humming to himself or even singing your favorite song under his breath just quiet enough so that you can hear him.

♡ noah tries to make the best home cooked meals for you, always your favorites, but on the worst nights when he doesn’t want to leave your side he orders your favorite takeout. he’ll put on one of your favorite movies- always yours, and together you’ll eat and be too lost in conversation to even pay attention to the TV.

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bf headcanons - noah sebastian

noah sebastian x gender neutral reader 18+ MDNI

warnings: smut

♡ the thing that easily drives noah crazy is the feeling of your skin. at night, even in his sleep, he unconsciously slides a hand beneath your shirt. drawing lazy circles on your back as you drift off. a hand gripping your thigh hard while wishing you wore something that didn’t tuck away the soft flesh from his fingertips. your neck, face, hands, anywhere and anyway that he can feel your skin, he will.

♡ he adores it whenever you’re interested in a game he’s playing or show he’s watching. he knows you probably don’t care or pay much attention to any of the animes he likes but he’s happy to explain them to you, or describe what’s happening as it’s occuring. he has a separate chair by his computer just for you. at times when you’re not paying attention he’s content gaming in silence while you do your own thing.

♡ he tries to convince you to get a matching tattoo with him. something small but special for the both of you. whether it’s related to an inside joke or to the other person, he wants a reminder of you permanently embedded beneath his skin.

♡ noah’s favorite spot to kiss you is your neck. he already has to lean down so much just to reach your lips and he basks in the pleasure of knowing he is the only person that can have you. a soft peck or a rough hickey, doesn’t matter. any chance he gets his lips find that sweet spot just above your shoulder.

♡ whenever you get cold, noah is there with no hesitation to hold you. he’ll pull your hands into the sleeves of his hoodie. hell, he’ll give you the whole damn hoodie. at night he wraps his arms around you to shield you from the chilly air. there’s plenty of blankets in every room of the house for emergencies.

♱ he makes sure you finish first every time. he wouldn’t dare leave you unsatisfied and he gets off mostly from getting you off.

♱ he hung a wall of mirrors up across from your bed just so he can watch as he fucks you. noah loves the look on your face when he hits the right stop from behind, the way you grip the edge of the bedsheets and moan into the mattress. he watches himself too so he knows exactly what to do and how to do it. his favorite thing is making you watch yourself. he reminds you how beautiful you look when he wrecks you endlessly. how pretty your face is when your eyes are rolled back and your throat with the ungodly noises it releases.

♱ noah can’t help but give you exactly what you want. he enjoys playing the teasing game sometimes, but never for long. all he wants is to please you. it’s rare that he skips out on giving it to you when you ask. any position, any place, any time.

♱ he loves trying different things with you. he’s never really scared or ashamed and he tries his best to make you comfortable as well and not afraid to ask. bondage, knife play, roleplay, BDSM, taking turns being dominant, he’ll do it all with you.

♱ before either of you even touch each other he makes sure you remember the safe word you two established. it’s only been used a few times from both of you, and it’s not easy to forget, but he wants you to be safe. it’s his number one priority. he’d rather die than ever hurt you.

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headlights — noah sebastian

noah sebastian x gender neutral reader 18+ MDNI

word count: 1998

warnings: alcohol, drinking while driving (I DO NOT CONDONE!!!) smut, mentions of death (kind of.)

authors note: not sure what this blurb is or how i feel about it!!! i’ve been listening to the album “evergreen” by pvris a lot and a few songs on there inspired me to write something like this. it took like, two whole days the write and im not really happy with it. super nervous to post, but here it is <3

all i want is to touch him. i am aching to know if the man across the room from me is even a real person and not just a figment of who or what i believe is capable of only existing on another earth. some perfect planet in which humans like him derive from, if you could even call him anything other than a God.

every bone is curated to full strength, not capable of breaking even on the worst of impact. skin so soft, gently it was pulled and stitched around the skeleton. muscles that can only be specially crafted for someone who was chosen by the heavens. brown eyes that are painted delicately with mother nature’s mud that only those with the privilege of dying are allowed to let that color seep in beyond their years underground. each hair was selected to perfection based on thickness to strength. then did it grow into what would become the third softest part of him. the first being his insides, with lips painted perfectly with the swatch of a fresh rose a close second.

it takes nine months for a baby to become fully grown in the womb. i think for noah sebastian, each second of his creation was carefully curated for much much longer than that. the concept of him was dreamt of long before earth’s existence, it was just a matter of waiting for the perfect moment to finally allow his presence in this hell. even still the earth wasn’t ready for him. nobody is. especially not me.

and like a storm shelter in september i’m entranced by goddamn hurricane noah. i can’t blame him, i started the swarm. raising the ocean heat so much i’m forced to spend the rest of my fucking life wanting him so badly. i died a long time ago from the weather. this is the aftermath.

as easy as it always is for him, somehow within an hour of my time at the bar he’s walking me out to his car. not many words have been exchanged between us. we hardly speak to each other anymore. not since we broke up nearly a year ago. we use each other as distractions now. distractions from each other.

“have you drank at all tonight?” i ask as he unlocks his car and opens the passenger seat for me. no response. anxiety starts a mosh pit inside of me but i can’t stop myself from climbing into the seat and watching after he shuts the door and makes his way over to the opposite side.

with silent ease he starts the vehicle and begins driving. there's an unspoken rotation we share of whose house we go to. this time, it should be his. except he’s not driving in the right direction. i’m not sure where he’s going. i’m too tipsy to care.

i roll down the window and let the cold breeze hit me conscious. i hate how it takes him nothing but existing to pull me back here. into him. if he wants me, he has me. if he wants anyone, he has them.

i’m stuck. in my daydreams it’s still us. it’s always us. and in some, fucked up illusion that i’ve curated, he feels the same.

i don’t know if he does.

tears threaten to spill from my eyes but i won’t let them. not here. not now. not yet.

the car’s speed increases and i roll the window back up to rid the aggressive wind beating at me. i still don’t know where we’re going and it’s taking too long.

i reach over to him, my hand finding it’s designated spot at the front of his pants. he readjusts, moving his legs apart for better access. his eyes stay glued on the road with one hand gripping the wheel like his life depends on it. i guess it kinda does.

i find the zipper. no hesitation. i’m impatient.

“wait,” he mutters quietly. i ignore him and unbuckle my seat belt, freeing my right hand to finish undoing the zipper and button. “keep driving.” i demand as my fingers breach the barrier beyond his boxers. he lets out a lustful sigh when i circle the soft skin of his abdomen. i know all the places to send him over the edge. now, he can’t stop me since he has to focus on not killing us.

the car swerves a bit and i shut my eyes with the intent of relaxing myself. even though i have every reason not to be. i don’t know why i’m here or what i’m doing, but i can’t seem to find a real reason to care. i’m here with noah. that’s all that matters to me.

i release his growing length from the cage of his clothes and he sighs again, rough vocals mixing with the wind ripping through a slightly cracked window in the backseat. i haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already lost his mind. it brings me pleasure knowing in some ways, i am equally as in control of him as he is of me. no other person in the world could make him come undone without even looking at him. they can’t make him moan or beg like i can. he knows it. that’s why he’s here.

i lean over fully and take him into my mouth. such a beautifully unholy thing humans are capable of doing. sex is the closest i will ever be able to physically get to him, and sometimes emotionally as well. i always take my time with noah sebastian. even when he wastes mine.

my lips encapsulate him, tongue doing all the work to bring him to me. my tipsy state leaves me to be sloppier than usual. i prefer to give him nothing but slow admiration. a form of worship. not that he deserves it. but i think i do. despite everything, i will never fully comprehend his existence and how i’m the person who gets the privilege of having him here with me like this.

the car speeds faster, wind gets louder, my vision blurs and all i can think about is this feeling. the adrenaline of teetering on life’s edge and cohesively, noah’s edge. his hand finds my hair with a soft strained grip. fingertips reaching my roots with a delicacy only he shows in moments like these. a thank you. a fucked up thank you.

i move my head in slow rhythm. it won’t take much for his release and i’m hoping that it makes him eager to arrive wherever he’s driving. here i am, the world between his legs and all he can give me is a few breathy moans and a tango with death.

“fuck.” he finally whispers. the car aggressively shifts over again and i release him from my mouth. i refuse to die like that.

he’s pulled over. before i can fully lean up he’s unbuckling himself and getting out of the car. i feel the icy air again and i follow his lead.

he stands in front of the car, headlights illuminating him so perfectly. cars zip by on the highway in the distance. evergreen trees decorate the skyline, the stars and moon hanging above them. his half lidded eyes stare at me and i see something i’ve never seen in him before. an expression. a feeling that doesn’t exist within modern comprehension. something much deeper than either of us. i feel it too. something.

noah steps forward with no ounce of hesitation. his lips are on mine, desperate. primal. that unknown feeling is animalistic. it’s beyond animalistic. it’s human.

i pull him closer and closer. atoms meshing in pure blood and hunger. i want him to love me tender and love me raw and whole or else, not at all.

we’re on the ground and his body weight makes me one with the soft soil. wind brushes the smell of fresh earth and his cologne through my senses and it’s perfect. his hands are everywhere. i think about the ink embedded into the layers of his skin. a body no one else has and that will never exist again once he’s gone. tattoos that will melt away with decaying time. worm’s favorite seasoning.

his hands reach underneath my shirt and his fingertips grace the skin of my sides. his hands are warm in the mess of the october air around us. i pull on his hoodie that he slips off along with his shirt. noah’s bare chest that doesn’t feel so bare from the tattoos is exposed and i’ve never seen him like this before. here, he is real and he is everything.

my shirt follows right behind, then the rest of our clothes until we’re nothing but a part of nature together. he looks down with his earthly brown eyes as if he crawled up from the dirt just to be with me. “i love you,” noah says in a way he’s never said it before. those three words have been watered down as something so casual for humans. a typical phrase you hear everywhere. for people to exchange as a come and go, like we aren’t all entirely made out of love. noah and i right now are results of the most violent act of love someone can commit. if sex was a crime, we would be facing the death penalty hand in hand.

is violence the purgatory? the beginning is tender and slow, no matter how you rush it. then the in between is rough and the beach waves are crashing and pounding endlessly over and over again. then it’s blissful. not quite heaven, not quite hell.

he’s inside me and i cry. i hold onto him as if i need him so badly. as if he’s not the one destroying me both physically and figuratively. tearing me open. splitting me apart. it’s all his fault. for being like this, looking like this. how dare he.

he is a god but i don’t pray. i beg.

“fuck. i love you.” he says again in my ear. there is not enough time on earth for either of us to use those words enough. it’s never enough. i want him. i need him. i am going to eat him until there is nothing left and he belongs to no one but me.

“i love you.” i manage to get out between the beautiful mess he’s making of me. his hands claw at the dirt below, digging our grave here where we will forever remain in our final release. i bite his shoulder. i feel his spine. his biceps. his jaw. his slender fingers wrap around my neck, so gently. it’s not an act of possession. not an act of aggression. it’s fear. fear that when he lets go, i’ll sink into the ground and be gone. i’m yours forever, i want to say. forever is a long time. time that doesn’t exist. not for us, at least. tomorrow i’ll wake in my own bed without him and temporarily he’ll be nothing but matter until we’re starving again.

we finish together and my heart is heavy, full of so much and every little thing revolves around him. for a second i see the void. a nothingness that consumes me as fast and easily as only noah can. i feel his hand leave my neck. our breaths heave in sync and it’s as if we’re the only ones alive on the planet. that’s how he makes me feel. alive. even when we fight, yell, and scream- i’m alive. i’m alive enough to have a voice to yell at him with. a heart to love him with. hands to touch him with. lips to kiss him with and a mouth to please him with. my body was made to reflect his. to be one with him.

and then i smile. because even if i hate him tomorrow, i’ll be anticipating the next time he can kill me again.