#noa.

[dreamerfms]

( @palmviewstarters )

it's an over-the-top plan, she knows it too as she's sat there in the busy cafe, oversized designer sunglasses covering her eyes as she peaks over the top of the latest edition of vouge. typically noa doesn't spy on dates she's set up, but one of her clients is proving to be a disaster and she knows this measure is needed so she can figure out why. her head snaps up when she hears someone almost say her name, and in an instant she's yanking them down into the spot beside her, determined not to be rumbled. " not so loud ! jeez, can't you tell i'm being totally incognito right now ? "

[amcbrisce]

@scvntillas

LOCATION: aphelion books FOR: liam reed

NOA WAS NOT A firm believer in many things -- but she was sure that books were the best form of escapism. no matter if the story was based in reality or fantasy, she found herself leaving portum for a while every time. but, like the best stories -- every one would inevitably come to an end. thus, she'd find herself back at the register with her latest acquisitions. she'd seen the cashier in front of her many a time before, likely acknowledging the stack in front of her. now more than ever, the people of portum were searching for some kind of solace -- hers was books. others may have been losing themselves in far worse things, but noa had been through far too much not to keep her head on her shoulders. constantly seeking potential dangers.

" quite a few new ones... how could i possibly help myself? " noa smiles gently, running her fingers through her hair before meeting his gaze. new releases were her weakness. she removes her wallet from her purse with a flourish. how long would it take for her to go through this pile? the last only took her a matter of weeks. " what's the damage today? "

[karismatica]

𝐭𝐨 @inkshadow.

she had only meant to get a few sheets of paper, maybe a pencil or two, but the knob on her cabinet had other plans—it had fallen off, leaving her to wiggle her finger into the tiny hole where it used to be. at first, it seemed like a solid enough plan. a little push, a little pull, and—oh. her finger wasn’t coming back out. she frowned, gave it another tug. nothing. another. still stuck. her calmness started to crack as the tingling in her fingertip turned into something closer to numbness, and before she knew it, she was frantically calling for hyejin. "hyejin, hurry! please, i—i can’t feel my finger anymore!" by the time hyejin stepped through the door, she was practically hopping in place, waving her free hand around wildly while pointing at her tragically trapped finger. "we might have to cut it off," she gasped, eyes wide, completely convinced of her impending doom. "this is it. tell my future children i love them."

[nenekobasu]

like he's if a human person out of the deepest human desire transcended what made him human to become the embodiment of life and football and that desire for life-football keeps him human while he continues to transcend the earth to reach his desire— an inhuman cyborg, more human than human

[caramelmochacrow]

ok wait hold up noa what the fuck? the things she said r true but. !?!?!?!?!??!

[stcrfucker]

muse dump.

[cephalopistol]

don't worry, slenderman ..... i collected your pages . and i have to say, your fanfiction is actually pretty good ....... don't be ashamed, slenderman ..........

[yenyenyen19]

Run away///

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[xbuster]

They can’t enjoy anything

[selpuku]

Nyansagi picking fights with Loki and Noa + allying with Kaiser

※chapter 284 (delusion)

[baroupurin]

━╋ cw : smut , oral (m) receiving , slightly submissive (m) , cursing , fem reader . .

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, gris, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）

[dreamerfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { NOA BENNETT } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is? they kind of look like { D.ANIELLA PERKINS } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { TWENTY-SIX } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { TWENTY-ONE YEARS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { CHER HOROWITZ } from { CLUELESS }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { HEARTLINES } as a { OWNER/MATCHMAKER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE SHOPAHOLIC } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumour has it they can pretty { MATERIALISTIC } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { SWEET } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { THREE ROOM } apartment beside me over in { CORAL COVE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!  

full name : noa bennett. birthplace : san francisco, california date of birth : 03 / 13 / 1998 parentage : tbd ( adoptive ) sibling(s) : ronen ( adoptive brother ) + other adoptive sibling tba pets : two blue russian cats named coco & donatella occupation : founder and ceo of cupid's heartstrings, an multi-award winning matchmaking business relationship status : single gender identity : cis female ( she/her ) sexual orientation : heterosexual ( maybe, probably not idk how to write a fully str8 muse honestly ) faceclaim : antonia gentry.

BACKGROUND:

from the very beginning, noa’s family dynamic was quite different from the others. her parents met on tv through a dating show in the 90s and were lucky enough to find something that lasted. their romance was a whirlwind, and within a year they were looking into adoption. luck would have it, they'd end up with three babies instead of one.

going from a family of two to five is never easy, and the braunstein's didn't find the transition any easier. they tried their best to split the work, but naturally some dynamics felt stronger than most.

so, it's no surprise when noa is bonded to their dad. she'd sit with him often, watch him work, ramble about all of her big future plans. he'd later be the one she credits for her strong business mind, and for encouraging her to reach for every goal, even if they sound unrealistic to others.

noa never took full notice of how distant she was from her mother until her pre-teen years, a time when a girl needs her mother most. but every interaction felt like she was burdening her mother with questions, almost like she didn't care much for her daughter at all despite the clear love they held for one another. noa simply put it down to the fact that they were two very different people with very different interests, and instead would cling to her father, who had no issue handing over his credit card in order to cheer her up, and who seemed to find her over the top ideas for future ventures endearing rather than unrealistic.

at the age of six, their dad got a new job and the family relocated to florida. it came with more money, and the family was already pretty well off.

at this point, the siblings were inseparable. the definition of frenemies. they'd fight and fight, but ten minutes later would be snuggled up on the couch watching tv. if someone were to pick on ronen, noa would say something and vice versa.

noa thrived in high school, popular and pretty, and keeping her grades afloat despite often being deemed as an airhead with one too many distractions. but home life was strained, clear tension between she and her brother and the bonds with their parents, and by this point every interaction with her mother would end in upset or annoyance.

leaving for college was a breath of fresh air, eyes opened to other ways of life and learning to stand on her own two feet. majoring in business while her minor was fashion. but it wasn't too long before she began to feel the ache of missing the person who knew her best, her brother.

the summer before their junior year, they're able to have a conversation about their parents and all their feelings. it's too late to get her to chicago for the fall semester, but they do all they can and can successfully get her there for the spring.

once they graduated, they actually wanted to come back to florida. chicago was fun and nice, but damn, it was cold. and noa had greatly missed her father and wanted to attempt building bridges with her mother, still to not much avail. some people are simply meant to love each other without actually enjoying one another's solo company.

noa would spend a few years interning for some fashion brands before deciding that she wanted to work for herself, took the risk of setting up her childhood dream of finding peoples perfect match. soon her business was booming, and she still found the time to show off her fashion sense online, building up a following in all aspects of social media.

however, her own love life isn't where she would like it to be. parents setting a high standard of how love is supposed to be that she's found herself very particular. due to this she's been intimate with only two people, both of whom she had great feelings for.

random bits : loves to scrapbook and make vision boards, will use any excuse to go on a shopping spree or have a pamper night, owns way too many pairs of shoes and definitely starts getting ready hours before she has to be somewhere, with multiple outfit changes. has a very strict no kissing until the third date rules. more tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a best friend, someone who not only indulges all her ideas but partakes. lots of pamper nights with wine too, and fashion shows galore ( the real kind and also the at home kind too )

first time/high school sweetheart, maybe they even tried to make it work when college rolled around but it was difficult to keep up with.

a more recent ex. perhaps it was a bit of a whirlwind and only lasted a year, maybe two. we can play around with why it ended.

a will they/won't they with someone so opposite/far from what she thinks she wants, yet behind the constant bickering there is clearly a spark.

a frenemy, they like each other but there's definitely some tension there.

clients.

that's all i've got for now ... but so much more.

c

[amcbrisce]

@silkeared

LOCATION: rosie's diner, corner booth FOR: ender jackson

NO TRANSITION IS EVER easy. a transition into death on earth, however? there was no other kind of pain like it. while the rest of the earth turns, your world is still stationary. portum was a solace. a place where you could start fresh, turn the page -- even if you wanted to continue writing the rest of your story. an involuntary chapter. she had over a decade to pick up the pieces. and while she had spent most of that in isolation, a pariah when she wasn't performing -- she had come around to the idea of being a mentor, of sorts. offering care without being too forceful. perhaps one of the first things she had noticed about the younger woman, was that she was far more confident than she. but, where they were certainly similar -- they were both protective souls. fighting for their afterlives to keep from getting hurt again.

while she waited for ender to arrive, noa found herself fixated on her tea. coffee had always made her far too anxious -- leaving her hands shaking like a pair of leaves in the wind. the other woman makes her presence known before she even enters the room. the power of her confidence is palpable. it takes her a moment for her to stand, placing the bottle of honey on the table before doing so. " it's good to see you, ender. " she smiles gently. she isn't quite sure if the other woman is open to hugs yet -- therefore she makes no movement to potentially push the boundary. " order whatever you like. it's on me. "

[cemeterygrace]

dan and phil are making content again, the future of mcr is unclear, and people are planning dashcon.

anyways welcome back 2014!

[cj-k]

I have too much work to properly detail the drawing, but I hope it is enough

[luzz56crown]

Noa just hugging and protecting Mae 💜