MEDUSA - Part Two.

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Oh my god, this will be the 3rd time I’ve tried to upload this 🙄 stupid app, hasn’t showed up in the tags twice so I pray this works

Thank you for the request! I’m glad you enjoyed part 1 and I hope you enjoy this one as well!

Noah Sebastian x female reader

No warnings

“Oh for fuck sake!”

You turned your head at Noah’s sudden outburst as you both sat on the sofa in your living room.

“What?”

Noah sighed and threw his phone onto the coffee table in front of you.

“That was my manager, apparently our social media is blowing up because the fans have seen pictures of us with our rings on”

You smirked at him slightly.

“So?”

Noah looked frustrated as he turned his body to face you.

“So? I wanted to try and avoid this for as long as possible, we have only been married for 3 weeks and it’s already out there!”

You picked up your phone which has been on silent and saw that your phone had indeed been blowing up with messages, texts, etc all about you two. When you opened the article, you saw a photo of you two smiling with your coffees and walking hand and hand down the street. Clearly a fan had snapped them and both your rings were on full display.

“God that’s an awful picture of me”

You giggled as Noah looked at you in disbelief, “sorry I just don’t see what the big deal is? They were going to find out eventually”

“The big deal is that half of these ‘fans’ are fucking crazy! I don’t want you being exposed to the hate and the drama that these people bring! I know it’s not all but some of these ‘fans’ will pick apart anything I do!”

You gave your husband a small smile and took his hand in yours.

“Being with a famous, talented and extremely handsome frontman of one of the biggest rock bands in the world right now, was always going to have some backlash. This is no different, I don’t take any notice of the ‘crazy fans’ and most are actually very lovely and respectful”

Noah sighed again and looked defeated.

“I know but…you don’t deserve any hate at all and it’s not fair on you to have to put up with it”

“As I said, comes with the territory. Stop worrying and let me deal with the fans, I’m not going anywhere so the haters will have to get used to it won’t they?”

Noah smiled and nodded before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours softly which you returned.

“Besides, they only hate me because they are jealous that I get to have you every night”

“Oh really?”

You smirked and lent in closer.

“Yeah, in fact, I’m really pretty tired right now”

You watched as Noah’s smile grew and he laced his fingers with yours.

“Well then maybe I need to take you up to bed, it’s only what a good husband would do”

“Always looking after his wife”

Noah stood up with you and started leading you out of the room.

“Of course. Now get up those stairs Mrs Davis”

Braids

(Ok, let's see if I remember how to do this fanfic thing.)

Plot: Inspired by this post and the comments. Noah and reader have a little tradition after sex. Nick and the others find out, but teasing Noah backfires on them.

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Word count: 1571

Tags: fluff, smut, oral (both female and male receiving), profanity, p in v.

It started almost as a joke. One day, after sex, Noah’s mane was so messy you asked if he wanted you to brush it. Surprisingly, he said yes, so you grabbed your paddle brush and untangled his dark locks. Next time, you bought a brush specifically for him and had it ready on your nightstand. He sat still and let you run the brush through his hair, occasionally letting out soft moans.

“This is so relaxing,” he said.

It was for you, too, so you did it every time after you had sex from then on. The first time you braided his hair, you were joking about giving him a gold star for every orgasm he had given you (and it had been a busy night). You didn’t have gold star stickers, but you wanted to give him a little extra something. While brushing his hair, your eyes wandered over your vanity, landing on the little plastic box of hair ties you had bought the day before. You sectioned the pertinent hair and braided four little braids on the side of his head.

“Now you got your medals,” you said, half joking.

But he didn’t take it as a joke, not at all. He demanded his recognition every time you had sex from then on (he also liked the feeling of your nimble fingers working his hair, but he wouldn’t tell you that).

Then he went on tour and you missed him. A lot. It was usually hard to sleep without him next to you on the bed, when he was on tour it was extra hard. Fortunately, you were going to be able to join them for the stop closest to your home. You talked on the phone the previous day, before the show, all excited to finally be able to sleep in the same bed again and smother each other in affection.

“I can't wait to be with you again, hug you and kiss you,” you said.

“Yeah, me too,” he responded. “I dreamed of you yesterday,” he told you.

“Yeah? Was it a nice dream?” you wanted to know.

“It was. We had sex all day, and you gave me a lot of braids,” he laughed.

“Well, maybe we can make it come true,” you replied, playfully.

“I can’t wait. See you tomorrow, babe.”

Little did you two know that Folio was listening (he didn’t mean to snoop, it just happened!), and he ran to the others.

“Guys, I have finally solved the mystery!” he announced.

“What mystery?” Jolly asked absentmindedly, focused on his guitar.

“Noah’s braids!”

“I thought they were just braids,” Nick chimed in. “You know, that he was experimenting with new hairstyles and such.”

“They’re not just braids!” Folio announced. “Y/N gives them to him after sex.”

“How does that make them ‘not just braids’?” Jolly asked.

“Knowing Noah, they’re fucking medals” Nick.

Jolly chuckled at the pun, but he agreed. The number of braids never followed a pattern, at least not one he could see. The braids being visual representations of how much he had been ‘loving’ his girlfriend were as good an explanation as any.

The boys got their confirmation the day after the concert. You had been to the show the night before, hanging out and partying with them after, so they all slept in; not you and Noah, though. He woke you up at eight with a bountiful breakfast and after a while of cuddling and relaxing together, watching TV, he began kissing your neck and slipping his hands in your underwear, and you felt him getting hard against your ass.

“Shall we go back to the bed?” you asked.

“Nah. Let me finger you first,” he said.

“But you’re so hard,” you protested while he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

“And you’re so wet, and I barely touched you,” he chuckled. “Let me please you in all the other ways I can before getting inside you,” he whispered into your ear.

You nodded as his fingers penetrated you, moving deliciously in and out, curling and massaging your G-spot, eliciting a moan from you.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how much you like it,” he said, voice low with desire.

He finger-fucked you, rubbing your clit with his free hand, until you came undone. You were still recovering from that when he slipped out from behind you and knelt on the floor before you. Maintaining eye contact, he hooked his fingers on the elastic of your pajama shorts and yanked them along with your panties. You hissed as the cold air hit your core, still sensitive from his ministrations.

“Babe, are you sure you want to…?” you began, but before you could finish the question, he was already between your legs, lazily lapping at your arousal. “OhGodNoah!” you gasped.

He laughed but kept on eating you out, his licks soon getting very purposeful and not lazy at all. He was a man on a mission (making you come again), and he fully intended to accomplish it. You allowed yourself to be more vocal this time; not that you didn’t enjoy it when he finger-fucked you, but Noah was a pro with his lips and tongue, and he loved to make you come. Soon your second orgasm was going through you like a tidal wave, so intense that you saw white for a moment, toes curling, eyelids fluttering. You moaned his name, a hand gripping at his hair, the other digging into the couch. He smiled at you, still licking at your clit, riding you through your orgasm.

When he got up, the mere vision of him (the lower half of his face still glistening with your juices, his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, tattoos in full display) was enough to turn you into a feral creature. You lowered his sweatpants in a swift motion, freeing his erection. You curled your hand around his shaft, pumping him slowly. Maintaining eye contact, you licked a stripe over the sensitive head, tasting the pre-cum leaking. He moaned.

“Babe, as much as I love when you blow me, I need to be inside you,” he said, reluctantly pushing you away.

You guys went back to the bed. Noah grabbed a condom from the box on his nightstand, opening it up and rolling it over his length. He wasted no time, fucking you fast and hard against the mattress.

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Did I hurt you?” he asked, suddenly worried.

“Did I tell you to stop while we were at it?” you asked.

“No”

“Then don’t be an idiot, I’m fine,” you assured him.

You cuddled. Then fucked again. Then cuddled some more. Then you rode him like a cowboy going into the sunset. Then you took a shower together and had lunch. By the time you joined the boys in the spa of the hotel, Noah had almost half of his hair in braids, and you were not walking straight. Folio elbowed Nick, attracting his attention over Noah and you, and Nick tapped Jolly’s shoulder. They looked at each other, knowingly, but said nothing.

“The poor thing must be so raw,” Jolly whispered to the other two, watching you two at the hot part of the pool. Folio and Nick stifled a laugh.

You were sad to part ways with Noah the next day but, to be honest, your vagina needed some days off after what you did.

“See you in a couple of weeks,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek and then his lips.

“I already miss you,” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours.

You hugged him one last time before he got on the bus.

“I’mma put my coochie on ice as soon as I get home,” you jokingly texted him after you waved the bus goodbye.

“Should’ve eaten you out more,” he replied.

“Maybe. But I was there, and I enthusiastically participated. Don’t be sorry for what we both enjoyed.”

You saw him again for the second last show at the end of the tour, going straight to the hotel room after the concert. He made sweet love to you that night, very intimate and passionate. You loudly moaned his name as you came, back arching off the bed, inner muscles contracting around him, dragging him over the edge with you.

“I love you,” he said with a soft voice and hooded eyes.

“I love you too,” you replied, caressing his cheek.

He almost fell asleep while you were brushing and braiding his hair. He also let you be the big spoon, which didn’t happen often.

The next day, when he arrived at the sound check, the boys were surprised to see him with only one braid.

“Slow night yesterday?” asked Jolly.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Noah asked, confused.

“Looks like you were too tired after the concert for round two,” replied Jolly, pointing at his hair.

Noah blushed violently.

“You guys know about that?” he asked, mortified.

“You and Y/N are not very subtle, to be honest,” said Nick.

“It’s surprising, though, you always have at least two braids,” Jolly reflected.

“What can I say, that’s just how she likes it,” Noah said, shrugging while smiling, very full of himself.

“Dude, next time he meets Y/N to ‘hang out’ and he returns with braids, he won’t be able to fit his ego through the door,” Nick joked.

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Heyyy ignore if you're not taking requests but I'd you are then could you do one where Matt and reader have been growing closer and it's super obvious and irritating to the others so they hatch a plan to set them up unbeknownst to them that they've already started being a bit couply, like maybe some stolen kisses and stuff so the set up makes them realise how into each other they really are?

Hey 😊 I’m not writing at the moment however I’m hoping this will give me the incentive to start so I will keep this request! I’m in work for the next few days so I’ll start on it as soon as I can 🙏

Umm hello

Movie Night HC’s

heavily inspired by a convo with @english-fucker hehe:3

(like 1.1k words. implied matt x reader x davis. she/her used, y/n used like once. bad writing probably bc it was very quick and i just wanted to write something. not proofread srry i hate reading my own writing. a lot of Marvel talk, could be incorrect idk man. mostly dialogue.)

You should’ve known better, really. 

On paper, movie nights are a great idea. Cuddled up on the couch with a bunch of blankets, your two best friends, three pups surrounding you.

Matt always brings the snacks. Usually way too much Dr Pepper and sweet tea for three people - “you don’t know my limits”, he’d argue in response whenever you brought it up - Takis, a big tub of salsa and chips, and a few of your favorite snacks that are “for Y/N, Davis. Get your damn hands off ‘em.”

Davis would always pick the movie, which was usually Marvel, DC, Star Wars or some other movie you’d all seen a hundred times. It’s not like you cared, really. You were just happy to be with your favorite guys.

Tonight’s movie? Civil War

You should've known the second Davis put it on. But you didn't think twice. And now, you’re sandwiched between the two of them while they argue. Again.

“No fucking way Team Cap is better, dude. Stark has Vision, War Machine, Spiderman, and Black Panther.” Davis huffs as he shoots Matt a look

Matt laughs. “Dude, you’re really taking their side against Cap? Against Winter Soldier? Captain America, one of the most iconic characters of all time? Spiderman is what, sixteen? He’s great, don’t get me wrong, but his character arc hasn't even started. You think he's got any game in a war? Against Bucky fucking Barnes?”

Your eyes flick between the two of them. You’re almost halfway through the movie, but you know for a fact this isn't ending anytime soon. At this point, you’re not even annoyed. You’re used to it by now. And maybe it's kinda cute watching them still be so passionate about something they’ve seen so much they can practically quote it in their sleep.

“Tony Stark is a billionaire. And how many PhDs does Cap have, huh?”

“Dude, that doesn’t matter. Like, at all. How many PhDs does a soldier need? He’s a soldier. I’ll give you that he’s a billionaire, so yes, he has resources. But he’s not a soldier, or a fighter like any of the others in the group. He’s a scientist. Cap leads a team, he fights, and he wins. So get off Stark’s dick, my God.” Matt huffs, shoving a handful of Takis in his mouth.

It’s been long enough. The movie’s almost over, and you can barely pay attention when they’re arguing over it. “Can you guys shu-” You start to cut in.

“Wait, shh. Shut it, this is the best part.” Davis says, throwing a hand over your lap as he sits up excitedly. You roll your eyes, about to speak up when Matt jumps in in your defense. Well… Partly. Most of it is probably just the need to keep arguing.

“Dude, don't shush her. You were the one talking to start with, dick.”

“Me?! You’re the one goin’ on about how Tony Stark, the dude whose movie started the entire MCU franchise, sucks. Which is fuckin’ insane.” Davis grumbles, once more completely disregarding the movie he chose. Sometimes you wonder if he does it on purpose, picking a movie he knows he could argue about for hours.

You sigh quietly, a faint smile playing on your lips as you look down at Boo’s head on your lap in a silent “Are you hearing this?”. As if he understood, the dog huffs quietly and shifts to rest a paw on your knee. Next time you should just invite Boo, Zeus, and Max and leave it at that.

You zone out eventually, listening to Matt’s claims that Tony Stark being the first doesn't mean he’s the best, and Davis arguing that the Avengers wouldn’t be anything without the funding and marketing he provided. “You think for a dude who works with bands, you’d know management is a huge part of making talent what it is.”

Soon enough, the credits are rolling, and they realise they haven't paid attention at all. 

“Fuck, okay. Start it again.” Davis says as he reaches for the remote.

Matt snatches it from his hand, grinning. “Absolutely not. I’m picking the next one. You got it the last time and you wasted it. We need a break from your little nerd movies.” “And Lord of the Rings is any less nerdy?”

“Uh, yeah! Lord of the Rings is a masterpiece in fantasy worldbuilding, man. We’re watching it.”

Davis rolls his eyes, finally deciding to remember you were squished between the two of them. “Why don’t we let Y/N choose? She’s the one who invited us over. Sweets, what do you think-”

He cuts himself off as he finally looks over, noticing you slumped against the back of the couch with your eyes closed and hand stilled in Boo’s fur.

Matt snickers. Of course, you’re asleep. You always fall asleep after the first movie, and they’re always too busy debating to notice.

“Dude.. she's asleep already.”

Davis scoffs. “Yeah, because listening to you bored her half to death.”

“Yeah, right. More like you and your lame ass takes put her to sleep.”

“Whatever.” Davis rolls his eyes, snatching the remote and throwing it over to the other side of the couch. “C’mon, she’s gonna get a neck cramp if she stays like that. Shove over, dumbass.”

“Aww, and you suddenly care about her?” Matt teases, rolling his eyes right back but shifting over anyway. “I didn’t know you had a heart.”

“Fuck off,” Davis grumbles quietly as he shifts you to lay down, your head on Matt’s lap and legs thrown across his own. You stir slightly at the movement, a soft sigh escaping you and causing them to lower their voices. “You know exactly how I feel, dickwad. Not like you’re any better.”

A laugh comes from Matt, smirking as his hand moves down to your hair on instinct. “Ah, yes. But I can at least admit that I care.”

“Yeah? Admit it to her, then.” Davis quips in response as he shoots Matt a knowing look.

Matt’s smirk falters at that, sighing as he looks away. Davis has got him and they both know it. “Don’t start with me.” He mutters.

After a moment of silence, Davis sighs quietly. A small smile graces his lips as he looks down at you. “Guess we’re both just fucked then, huh?”

Matt laughs quietly. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face as he looks down at you, too, his expression mirroring Davis’. “Guess so. Pretty pathetic for both of us, honestly.”

“Eh, who knows?” Davis shrugs and leans back against the couch. “Maybe she’s one of those girls who’s like… super into the whole ‘two boyfriends’ thing.”

“Stop it.” Matt scoffs, throwing the bag of Takis at him. “You’re gonna get my hopes up.”

Hello, it's me again. I have a Matt thot. Hope you all enjoy.

18+ smut below the cut(dry humping, slight mean! Matty. that's about it)

"Go on, baby. I've caught ya staring at it more than once." Matt sat back against the couch, extending his arms over the back of it with a wicked smirk.

Your jaw dropped slightly as you shifted. "I-I wasn't."

"You sure about that? Because every time you look at my leg tattoo, you squeeze your legs together."

I snapped my eyes away from the colorful tattoo on his leg and up to Matt's eyes. Words were foreign on my lips as I tried to think of what to say to show that I wasn't affected, even though we both knew that was a lie.

Looking around the empty tour bus, we were alone and with how wound up I was, I knew it wouldn't last long.

"You won't judge me?" I asked, just above a whisper.

Matt's eyes softened. "I'd never judge you, baby. What kind of friend would I be if I judged you?"

Swallowing thickly, I slowly rose from my seat across from him and kneeled down at his legs, adjusting myself so I was resting my aching clit against his shin.

His hand brushed away the hair from my face and urged me on with a curt nod.

"Do you want to be a good girl for me, Y/N?"

I nodded with a whimper. "Yes, Matty."

His cock twitched underneath his shorts and he stuffed his fingers in my mouth.

"Then ride my leg while you choke on my fingers," he ordered.

Taking his fingers down my throat, I sucked on them while rubbing my clit against his bare shine, his body heat burning through the thing material of my leggings.

"Look how pretty you look dry humping my leg. You're so desperate for me, huh?"

Since I couldn't speak, I nodded while going a bit farther on his fingers as the orgasm began to build like a roaring tidal wave.

"You can have it anytime, baby. This leg is yours. All you have to do is ask." Matt took out his phone to snap a few pictures of me.

His name was muffled as I pressed myself tighter against his leg, digging my nails into the tattoo, as I finally came undone.

"Such a good girl," Matt praised while taking his cock out of his shorts, slowly pumping his hand up and down.

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