[yarasdead]

𝜗𝜚 ˚ ݂ ֹ⠀yara. eighteen. she/her. pisces. resident airhead writer.

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[devilandacat]

can we talk about the fact that folio gives off being the kinda man to wink? like all the time??

you look in this direction? he's winking. you give him something he simply asked for? he's winking with a "thanks, baby". he catches a glimpse of you staring at him off to the side of the stage at a show?? he's winking, with the most deliciously yummy smirk you've ever seen.

[lolitasangel-deactivated2024090]

@yarasdead I need him

[yarasdead]

@lolitasangel folio who winks at you before going on stage after he went down on you as a pre game treat in his dressing room!!!

[uchihaxsasooke]

You pushed me to the edge

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[feralnoah]

[sagasolejma]

I would never slut shame, I only slut encourage

[yarasdead]

dad!noah on tour.

cw. fem!reader, established relationship (married), children, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, noah is a girl dad, baby's name is mallory, inaccurate talk of being a parent & touring

a/n. *cracks knuckles* making my writing return with a tear jerker :') i had a different thought with this one that involved less angst, but my mind just decided against it lolz!!! the ending is a little bad, but i hope everyone enjoys <3

dad!noah being away on tour from you and your nine month old baby girl, mallory, for a few weeks now. and you can't lie it's hard, you love seeing noah pursue his dreams, he comes alive on stage performing in front of hundreds, thousands of people. but, he also comes alive when he's with his baby girl, doing the most mundane things with her, from starting solids a few months ago, reading her stories, singing to her around the house, taking her to the park, he just shines as dad. and you feel guilty for wanting him to just be a dad, not also a performer who's selling out venues.

you try not to replay the chaos scene of noah leaving for tour in your head over and over again.

"daddy misses you very much, baby girl." noah coos over over the face time. you propped your phone up with the pillows in the bed so it would be leveled with mallory's eye line. smiling softly at the interaction as she bounces happily at the sound of his voice. a far too energetic for a baby in the morning.

"i miss mama, too. where is she mal, where's mama?"

"i'm right here." picking up the phone from the spot to bring it in front of you, your tired grin matching noah's.

"how was the show last night?" a question that's asked without a fail after each show, partially because you love to here noah beam about the shows and the fans, and the other because you simply just love to hear him talk.

"talking about the show can wait. i want to know how you are, mama?" noah diverts.

you start to formulate an answer in your head when you get a baby's fist to the gut, groaning as mallory climbs her way on top of you. adjusting her in your arms so the both of you are in frame. noah's attention flipping from you to mallory for a second, cooing and smiling at her, enticing a string of giggles from her.

you can't ruin this by telling him about the day you had yesterday, from the fussiness of mallory of her denying any bottle you give her so you had to breast feed her despite you wanting to completely ween her off, to the crying fits of her in her crib anytime you set her down for her nap times, the clutter fuck of your work and the spilling your coffee on important papers. you'd much rather lie. "i'm okay." giving your best small smile you can.

noah's eyes flicker up from mallory to you, shifting in his seat while his gaze stays on you.

"you don't look okay."

"ouch."

"you know that isn't what i meant, baby. your eyes are puffy."

shit. you know exactly what he's insinuating at.

"it's my allergies." another lie.

"bullshit."

fake gasping. "our daughter is right here, noah." you joke doing your best to cover her ears with just one hand, trying to worm your way out of noah's demand.

"the word bullshit from from out our daughters mouth is the least of my concerns. are you going to tell me what's up? please, baby?"

you bite down on your lip, gnawing at the plush skin as you look down at your daughter who looks up at you when you brush back her bed head. her big doe eyes looking up at you with nothing but wonder, while you look back with such adoration. motherhood never fails to amaze you at how some days make you want scream like you never have before while others fill you with such joy.

the both of you being up for barely an hour before noah called you. the time zone in the east being ahead than the west so noah already looks like he's put together for the day, while you contemplate even wanting to get ready for the day yourself after yesterday. caressing mallory's head as it falls into your chest from smoothing at her hair. looking back up at your phone you're met with noah's sweet gaze, it never fails to make your heart flutter. but you know you can't not tell him anything.

"it's hard." is all you say, but you see how those two words effect noah. a slight frown appearing on his face and his shoulders dropping.

"i know. and i'm sorry."

"don't be."

"but i am. i'm here across the country while you're at home with with mal. i should be home too."

"please, don't beat yourself up."

"how can i not when you say you're having a hard time?"

"i knew it was going to be hard regardless. but, i can't tell you to not do what you love, noah." you argue.

"if you told me not to do the tour i wouldn't have."

his words hit you like a truck, and they make you feel even worse for wanting to say them all those weeks ago. "that's selfish. not only to you, but the guys, and your fans."

"i don't care. i care about you and mallory. the guys would've understood, they were a little shocked that you were okay with it. and my love for the fans are immense, i'm grateful for them. but i'm forever grateful for you. i don't love anything more than i love you and mallory, and anyone who says shit about me wanting to be home with my girls can fuck off. don't ever feel selfish for wanting me."

you blink back the tears, wiping at a few that fell down your cheeks. a hand playing with the wisp of hair at the nape of mallory's neck, sitting on the new pile of confessions, not knowing what to say.

"next week we have two back to back shows at the same venue and then a day off, why don't you and mal fly out and it'll be a family day?"

you smile, a genuine one. "noah-" you start, a hand tiny hand clasping over your mouth, mallory making her presence known again between her parents as noah lets out a laugh from over the phone. taking her chubby hand in yours to raise it down from your mouth. "you'd love that too wouldn't you? you miss daddy just as much, huh?" your tone switching as you address mallory, bouncing her in your lap as she babbles out.

"i'd love family day."

[thecoyotescry-deactivated202505]

She’s baaaaaack! Yara, this is CUTE. Thank you for making my baby fever sky rocket 😵‍💫😩

[yarasdead]

@xcllnt i'm right there with you!!! just thinking about noah with his baby being all soft and sweet to them :( i feel like that man would just make so many mini noah's which is adorable!!

[somebodyels3]

i live here, just saying. as in, i am camped tf out

[thecoyotescry-deactivated202505]

Warped Tour Noah, you will always be famous!

[yarasdead]

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[lolitasangel-deactivated2024090]

NSFW Noah x Reader thought MDNI 18+

I saw this picture and….im having thoughts so instead of me being stuck alone with them, I am now passing them down to you all, I hope you all have a good morning/evening/night 🫶🏼

TW- mentions of hair pulling, throat fucking, choking, p in v, spanking

Taglist- @bluestdai @yarasdead @reyadawn @millie-aubs @english-fucker

This is the look Noah gives you when you’ve been acting like a brat all day.

You’ve been teasing him all day, acting up, sending risky photos and videos of you, grinding up against him in front of his friends at a party.

This is the look Noah gives as you stand off the side of the stage, when you’re dancing to his music seductively during TDOPOM.

The look he gives you before he bends you over his lap making you count the amount of spanking that’s gonna happen to you.

This is the look Noah gives you before he throat fucks you as punishment for touching yourself without his permission.

This is the look Noah gives you before he takes you to a supply closet edging you for the period of time you have alone together.

This is the look Noah gives you at a party when he sees you flirting with other guys, he knows you’re doing it so he fuck you raw but you also know it’s gonna end in you being edged and over stimulated.

This is the look Noah gives you when he grabs you by your hair forcing you to look up at him while he’s having you bent in half, legs thrown across his shoulders with no care in the world as he pounds into you

This is the look Noah gives you when you’re both in his bedroom, he’s trying to record a new song but you’re acting like a brat and start touching yourself just to distract him OKAY GOOD BYEEEE

[yarasdead]

these thoughts are now my thoughts and will be on my mind all night

[yarasdead]

this is very folio coded!

[sakanelli]

the palestinian olympic team in paris 🇵🇸

[yarasdead]

dad!noah on tour.

cw. fem!reader, established relationship (married), children, fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, noah is a girl dad, baby's name is mallory, inaccurate talk of being a parent & touring

a/n. *cracks knuckles* making my writing return with a tear jerker :') i had a different thought with this one that involved less angst, but my mind just decided against it lolz!!! the ending is a little bad, but i hope everyone enjoys <3

dad!noah being away on tour from you and your nine month old baby girl, mallory, for a few weeks now. and you can't lie it's hard, you love seeing noah pursue his dreams, he comes alive on stage performing in front of hundreds, thousands of people. but, he also comes alive when he's with his baby girl, doing the most mundane things with her, from starting solids a few months ago, reading her stories, singing to her around the house, taking her to the park, he just shines as dad. and you feel guilty for wanting him to just be a dad, not also a performer who's selling out venues.

you try not to replay the chaos scene of noah leaving for tour in your head over and over again.

"daddy misses you very much, baby girl." noah coos over over the face time. you propped your phone up with the pillows in the bed so it would be leveled with mallory's eye line. smiling softly at the interaction as she bounces happily at the sound of his voice. a far too energetic for a baby in the morning.

"i miss mama, too. where is she mal, where's mama?"

"i'm right here." picking up the phone from the spot to bring it in front of you, your tired grin matching noah's.

"how was the show last night?" a question that's asked without a fail after each show, partially because you love to here noah beam about the shows and the fans, and the other because you simply just love to hear him talk.

"talking about the show can wait. i want to know how you are, mama?" noah diverts.

you start to formulate an answer in your head when you get a baby's fist to the gut, groaning as mallory climbs her way on top of you. adjusting her in your arms so the both of you are in frame. noah's attention flipping from you to mallory for a second, cooing and smiling at her, enticing a string of giggles from her.

you can't ruin this by telling him about the day you had yesterday, from the fussiness of mallory of her denying any bottle you give her so you had to breast feed her despite you wanting to completely ween her off, to the crying fits of her in her crib anytime you set her down for her nap times, the clutter fuck of your work and the spilling your coffee on important papers. you'd much rather lie. "i'm okay." giving your best small smile you can.

noah's eyes flicker up from mallory to you, shifting in his seat while his gaze stays on you.

"you don't look okay."

"ouch."

"you know that isn't what i meant, baby. your eyes are puffy."

shit. you know exactly what he's insinuating at.

"it's my allergies." another lie.

"bullshit."

fake gasping. "our daughter is right here, noah." you joke doing your best to cover her ears with just one hand, trying to worm your way out of noah's demand.

"the word bullshit from from out our daughters mouth is the least of my concerns. are you going to tell me what's up? please, baby?"

you bite down on your lip, gnawing at the plush skin as you look down at your daughter who looks up at you when you brush back her bed head. her big doe eyes looking up at you with nothing but wonder, while you look back with such adoration. motherhood never fails to amaze you at how some days make you want scream like you never have before while others fill you with such joy.

the both of you being up for barely an hour before noah called you. the time zone in the east being ahead than the west so noah already looks like he's put together for the day, while you contemplate even wanting to get ready for the day yourself after yesterday. caressing mallory's head as it falls into your chest from smoothing at her hair. looking back up at your phone you're met with noah's sweet gaze, it never fails to make your heart flutter. but you know you can't not tell him anything.

"it's hard." is all you say, but you see how those two words effect noah. a slight frown appearing on his face and his shoulders dropping.

"i know. and i'm sorry."

"don't be."

"but i am. i'm here across the country while you're at home with with mal. i should be home too."

"please, don't beat yourself up."

"how can i not when you say you're having a hard time?"

"i knew it was going to be hard regardless. but, i can't tell you to not do what you love, noah." you argue.

"if you told me not to do the tour i wouldn't have."

his words hit you like a truck, and they make you feel even worse for wanting to say them all those weeks ago. "that's selfish. not only to you, but the guys, and your fans."

"i don't care. i care about you and mallory. the guys would've understood, they were a little shocked that you were okay with it. and my love for the fans are immense, i'm grateful for them. but i'm forever grateful for you. i don't love anything more than i love you and mallory, and anyone who says shit about me wanting to be home with my girls can fuck off. don't ever feel selfish for wanting me."

you blink back the tears, wiping at a few that fell down your cheeks. a hand playing with the wisp of hair at the nape of mallory's neck, sitting on the new pile of confessions, not knowing what to say.

"next week we have two back to back shows at the same venue and then a day off, why don't you and mal fly out and it'll be a family day?"

you smile, a genuine one. "noah-" you start, a hand tiny hand clasping over your mouth, mallory making her presence known again between her parents as noah lets out a laugh from over the phone. taking her chubby hand in yours to raise it down from your mouth. "you'd love that too wouldn't you? you miss daddy just as much, huh?" your tone switching as you address mallory, bouncing her in your lap as she babbles out.

"i'd love family day."

[dsireland86]

Exhausted from the wear and tear of the world and all it's been dumping on you the past few days, has you wrecked. Folio sees this. Your eyes have lost their sparkle. Your skin has lost its shine. Your smile and laughter have lost their flutter.

He comes home to you in the bath, lost between the hot water and the surrounding bubbles. You should be relaxing, but instead, you're sitting up, arms wrapped around your knees and head resting on your knee.

He takes the wash cloth, soaks it, and brings it to your back, allowing the steaming hot water to run down the bare skin of your back. He smiles when you inhale deeply.

"I missed you today," he tells you. You turn your head to face him, instantly feeling better the moment you look at him. "I missed you too." You sit in silence together, neither one feeling expected to say anything. Folio just stares at you, looking at the face of the woman he wants to marry and make a bunch of babies with, feeling overwhelming gratitude for your paths crossing.

"I love you," he says softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. His scent makes you weak, and you take a deep breath, hoping to memorize it enough that it will make you feel better on the bad days.

"I love you," you reply, and for the first time in days, you start to feel a little less tense. Folio doesn't move away. Instead, he places a quick soft kiss on your lips while reaching into his pocket, retrieving something very small.

"You're all I want, you know that, right?" You smile, and he can finally see the happiness returning. "Yes, I do. I really do." Folio leans into the soft touch of your hand on his cheek even though it's wet. He doesn't mind.

"Then marry me," he says boldy, taking that same hand and sliding the small diamond ring on your finger. Your heart ignites with the fire that the world had put out, smoldering the last bit of hope for happiness. Now, it's beating again, alive and full of the passionate spark that drives you to love the way you do. Your eyes swell with tears as you look at your soon-to-be husband. Folio's grinning at you with his sweet, dopey smile, and you fall head over heels for him all over again. You grab him by his shirt, pulling him into you, soaking his black shirt instantly as you throw your arms around his neck and plaster your lips to his, feeling him smile.

"Is that a yes then? Marry me and make a bunch of babies with me?" You giggle, squealing as Folio is suddenly climbing into the big tub with you, still full clothed. He wraps you up in his arms, still kissing you, loving you the way you need him to.

"You bet your ass it's a yes," you answer him. He pulls back and looks at you with tears in his eyes. You've made him so happy; just like he makes you happy. "I love you, sweetheart. Always and forever, no matter what." Folio pulls you in for another kiss as the two of you fall back into the bubbly water, laughing and dreaming about the many happy days to come 🫶

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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[yarasdead]

something matty would text you

[yarasdead]

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[uchihaxsasooke]

NO. NOPE. NUH UH.

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