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I’m just thinking about soft, slow morning sex with Noah….
Where you’ve woken up but still not quite awake, you’re warm and comfortable under the duvet and you have your blackout curtains shut, almost keeping the real world at bay while Noah is sleeping soundly next to you.
Until he feels you moving and he rolls himself over and cuddles into you.
“Morning beautiful” his voice raspy and deeper than normal.
You don’t have the energy to respond yet but you shuffle yourself back into his embrace and feel him hard against your backside.
Rubbing yourself on him and feeling his hand running along your hip as he presses forward, softly groaning into your shoulder, his lips ghosting your skin.
Both naked from the night before meant that he could slowly lift your leg so he could push forward and rub his head along your folds, feeling how wet you were already.
“Fuck babe….you been dreaming about this?”
You let out a small moan as you feel Noah slip himself in, your walls clenching around him instantly.
He’d set up a slow and deep pace, the feeling of him filling you even more prominent in this position.
“I love this…I can feel every inch of you”
Noah’s hand would be holding your hip and his other arm would sneak around your body to hold you close to him.
“It’s all for you angel, I’m all for you”
You’d hold onto his arm as you’d feel your high getting closer, a very small layer of sweat starting to form on your bodies as Noah started to thrust into harder, his pace getting slightly quicker with need.
“Fuck I love you so much”
You’d feel your stomach tighten at his words, whispering them back and you’d feel your hips starting to jolt, signalling your end was close.
Noah would reach his hand down the front of your body and expertly rub circles on your clit until your body was convulsing against him and you cried out into the crook of his arm that still held you while he emptied himself inside of you with a groan.
Once both of you have caught your breath, you’d relax in his arms.
“Can we stay like this for a while Noah?”
Noah would just hold you into him more and kiss the back of your neck, still comfortably resting inside of you.
“Of course we can beautiful, I couldn’t think of a better way to start my day”
I can’t be the only one who daydreams about riding Noah to take me back Eden by sleep token right? I feel that would make for a real out of body experience 🥰🥵
The way I have been thinking of writing something like this!!
Try not to think about being casual friends with Noah but living in a different state/country. So when things start getting a little flirty between the two of you, he send you a plane ticket confirmation with the text “I’m taking you out on a date”.
Alexa play “For Us” by V
I love this, thank you 🥹
Tina, my dear! I hope you’re doing great!
I hoping to request a headcanon of Noah, where the reader moves to California when they’re teenagers, before the days of Bad Omens and they both miss each other deeply. I’ll leave it up to you if they reunite or not.
I’m basing this request off my favorite song right now “For Us by V”
Thank you 😊
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With a sigh, Noah pushed the car further down the store isles, tossing in things he needed to fill up the new house.
Him and Jolly recently moved to California in hopes of make the dream of Bad Omens come true. They recently released their self entitled album and knew that Los Angeles is where they needed to be; both nicks staying back home in Virgina.
The dream of making it wasn't the only reason why he needed to come to California.
His heart had been here for the last 10 years after one of his childhood friends moved here.
His first and only love.
His first kiss.
You.
It had been nearly eight years since he last spoke to you, both of you getting lost in life and adulthood that you two drifted apart.
He thought about reaching out to you when he moved here almost six months ago but you had a different number, his original message going undelivered.
I know it's been awhile but I'm moving to L.A and I'd love to see you again, angel.
Another sigh and adjusting the beanie on his head, Noah turned the corner into the other isle that held all of the cleaning supplies.
He was so lost in his thoughts of you that he crashed his cart into another one, the noise echoing loudly in the store.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry," Noah cursed his apology.
"It's alright. I was too busy looking at my list to watch where I was going."
That voice.
Noah's head snapped up from the dirty floor and eyes immediately connected with the pair of dark ones that haunted his dreams for the last ten years.
Even the aged face and longer hair couldn't hide you. Noah knew his first love.
His angel.
You sucked in a breath. "No-Noah?"
His heart was beating so fast, nearly jumping in his throat, he could barley speak your name.
"You look different. A good different," you let out a nervous breath, those almond eyes making you nervous like they always used too.
You could still faintly remember how his lips tasted the first time you two kissed, right before you moved away.
A kiss you thought about for the last ten years.
You thought about reaching out to him when you first heard Bad Omens self entitled album, the proudness nearly bursting through your chest. But you lost all of your contacts when you switched numbers and couldn't remember the last two digits of his number.
"Angel," he finally uttered the nickname that made your head spin.
Let me be his little cumslut if that’s what he wants.
imagine riding noah
your nails slightly clawing at his chest, with every bounce a whimper left past your lips. the way he was stretching you out was enough to make your head spin, almost fucking yourself dumb on his cock. his hands stayed glued onto your hips, his grip tightening as you egged him closer to his own release. “fuck, just like that. that’s it, good girl.” he would groan out, whatever self control he had left gone as he began to thrust up into you. even when you were on top of him you still never had complete control, becoming nothing more than just his toy to play with.
I’m a share hilarious ass story that I only had the realization for two months ago. I actually watched his streaming. I just was not paying attention because the person who actually watched it was an ex-boyfriend of mine who came over to my house to watch his streams because I have a tv that connects to twitch. He watched his streams so much that it t was just white noise in my room so when I got into Bad Omens earlier this year, I didn’t recognize Noah, like it was not clicking that Twitch Streaming Noah and Bad Omens Noah was the same person. The person who clicked it right away was my little brother and he said it out loud by saying, “isn’t that your gamer boyfriend, Noah?”. (He’s 11 and at the time he was 6-8 years old and never liked my ex, so he took the liberty of calling Noah my boyfriend instead, kids man)
I MISS TWITCH NOAH AND I WASNT EVEN THERE
imagine current noah doing streams 🥺i wanna see him being goofy and make stupid jokes and hear him talk and and
this guy is #1 on the boyfriend hoodie rob list 🔐
artificial suicide.
I wanna know was this photo hidden from me!!
Excuse me, Mr. Davis, I'm going to need you to come with me. There have been several complaints about you raising the temperature and causing people to melt. Would you care to explain???????? 🫠🫠🫠🫠
He looks so smol with that pillow
he 🥹🤏
Too late… now I’m at work thinking about him railing me on a desk in one of the managers offices. 🫠🫠
GUYS YOU KNOW WHAT?
this is Noah after sex. ok bye.
Miralo!! Muy chingon!!
I love Noah’s huffs on stage.
I needed to wake up to this on Sunday morning 😍😍😍
Lazy fucking on a sunday morning, anyone?
Noah fucking you deep and slow and he's just so so close to your body because he's holding you close to him, his chest against your chest while his head is buried right next to your head, inhaling your scent. You've both just woken up, your bodies still a bit sore from the night before, but one quick good morning peck turned into a full blown make out session that led you to laying on your back while he inserts himself inside you, both of you groaning as it slips in. There's hickies all over him, decorating his neck and chest along with his tattoos, a testament to your love making, and you're more than ready to add more to the collection— but not now, maybe later when he's not making you see stars and feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time every time his cock his your gspot perfectly all the while he praises you, calls you his good girl, his love, and how good it feels to be completely buried inside you when he cums.
Yeah, lazy fucking love making on a sunday morning feels nice.
Oh my heart!! 💜 this was so beautiful to read 😍😍😍
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader
Summary: Noah loves the sound of your laughter, so he finds a way to show it using the way he knows best: through music.
Noah had always been attuned to sounds—beats, melodies, harmonies—but nothing compared to the sound of your laughter. It was effortless, bright, and so full of life that it always left him breathless. There was something about the way it filled the air, soft but vibrant, that made everything feel lighter, like the world itself paused to listen.
He couldn’t quite remember when he first realized how much he loved your laugh. Maybe it was in the beginning, back when you were both still getting to know each other.
It started small, an easy smile tugging at his lips every time he heard that familiar lilt of your voice bubbling up with laughter. Over time, it became more than just something he liked—it became a sound he craved.
Like that one time in the kitchen, a late afternoon spent trying to make dinner together after a long day. You had insisted on cooking from scratch, and he, not wanting to miss a single second with you, had eagerly joined in.
But neither of you were particularly good at following recipes, and somewhere between mixing the ingredients and trying to chop vegetables, chaos erupted. The sauce he was stirring splattered out of the pot, hitting the counter, the walls, and you—of course, right on your shirt.
For a moment, there was stunned silence, and he worried you might be upset. But instead, you threw your head back and laughed—this rich, unrestrained sound that filled the entire room.
“Look what you did!” you gasped, barely able to breathe between laughs, pointing at the mess. There was flour on the floor, vegetables strewn across the counter, and sauce now decorating your clothes.
"Oh, it's my fault now?"
"Yes! Because you agreed to do this with me!"
Noah couldn’t help but join in, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. He didn’t care that dinner was ruined or that you both looked like a disaster.
Your laughter made everything feel like it was perfect. It was the kind of moment that would stay with him long after the mess was cleaned up.
Every time you laughed like that, it was as if his world grew brighter, like all the small troubles of the day melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to you.
It wasn’t just in the kitchen, though. It was everywhere. When he was on the road, touring with the band, those late-night phone calls were what he lived for. No matter how tired he was or how much the road had drained him, hearing your voice on the other end of the line always pulled him back to life.
He’d listen to you talk about your day, sometimes mundane things like what you had for lunch or funny stories from work, but every time you laughed, it felt like magic.
That sound, soft yet clear, would make his heart race in the best way. He would close his eyes, lying on the stiff hotel bed, and let your laugh wash over him like a melody. Even through the phone, it felt like a tether, something real and grounding when everything else felt so distant.
And those moments—those bursts of laughter—weren’t just fleeting noises to him. They stayed. They lingered long after the call ended, replaying in his head when he couldn’t sleep, when he was sitting on the tour bus staring out the window, thinking about home.
And you were his home, really.
Even when you were both with the band, just spending time together on pizza nights, your laugh still stood out to him. The room could be filled with chatter, music, and noise, but all it took was for you to find something funny, and his attention would snap to you.
You’d cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it only made it more endearing. He would watch the way your eyes crinkled, how your whole face seemed to light up with each peal of laughter, and it was like the rest of the world blurred into the background.
It was like a song, one that he carried with him even when you weren’t there.
But nothing compared to the sound of your laugh when it was just the two of you, late at night, tangled together in bed. He loved the quiet moments most—when the world outside slowed, and it was just you, wrapped up in him.
And when he buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his hair tickle your skin, you’d squirm at first, trying to wriggle away, but you never could for long. And then it would come, that soft, breathy laugh you couldn’t hold back.
It was different from the ones you gave in public, more intimate, meant only for him. You’d giggle as he pressed kisses along your collarbone, your fingers threading through his hair, and he’d feel that sound vibrate through you, through him.
Noah couldn’t explain it, but in those moments, with his head resting against your chest, your heartbeat steady beneath his ear, and your laughter quietly filling the space, everything felt right. He would listen to it, soak it in, and know—without a doubt—that there was nowhere else he wanted to be.
That was why he did it, really.
One evening, he asked you to listen to something. It wasn’t unusual—he’d often play you demos or rough cuts of songs he was working on, wanting to hear your thoughts. But this time, he seemed nervous, more hesitant than usual as he handed you his headphones.
You raised an eyebrow, a curious smile tugging at your lips. “What’s this?”
“Just something I’ve been working on,” he said, almost shy, which wasn’t like him. You could tell by the way he avoided your eyes, fidgeting slightly. “I, uh, I wanted you to hear it first.”
Intrigued, you slipped the headphones on, your heart already beating a little faster as the music began. It started slow, a soft, melodic guitar riff that felt warm and familiar, like Noah’s usual style. Then, layered gently beneath the instruments, you heard it—a sound that made you stop.
Your laugh.
It was subtle, mixed carefully into the track, but there was no mistaking it. A gentle, airy laugh, your laugh, from some time when you couldn’t remember being recorded. And yet, here it was, woven into the song like it belonged, like it was always meant to be there.
You pulled the headphones off slowly, your eyes wide as you looked at him. “Is that… me?”
Noah scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “Yeah, I recorded it during one of our phone calls. I’ve been wanting to… you know… keep it. Your laugh. I thought it’d be nice to put it in the song, like… I don’t know… like a piece of you in it.”
For a moment, you were speechless. The gesture, the sheer sweetness of it, had caught you off guard in the best possible way. He had taken something so personal, so *you*, and made it a part of his art, his music—something that mattered to him almost as much as you did.
“Noah,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of love. “That’s… that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done.”
He smiled then, that shy, lopsided smile you adored. “I just really love the sound of your laugh,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere. “I wanted to keep it with me… always.”
And with those words, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that said all the things you couldn’t quite put into words. You pulled him close, your heart swelling with so much love for this man who found joy in the simplest, most genuine parts of you.
Noah hadn’t just recorded your laugh—he’d captured a piece of your love, something that echoed in every moment you shared.
And now, it was immortalized in his music, a part of him, just as he was a part of you.
I just really wanted to make a Bad Omens version of this meme. Also because I’m 5’3 and Noah is 6’3, so he really would have to lean down to kiss me. Giving y’all a slight face reveal as well.
I can’t get it out of my head that LONG HAIRED NOAH is the one who wrote Just Pretend, The Death Of Peace Of Mind, AND PROBABLY THE ENTIRETY OF TDOPOM ALBUM. Like…the difference between the FGBGFM era and the TDOPOM era is WILDDDDD. Evolving is such an interesting, beautiful, and crazy thing to experience. It can definitely be scary but let it happen and don’t shy away from it. Embrace it.