#noelle: thread

[siinsationals]

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born just a month shy of her mother's twentieth birthday, noelle had heard more than once that she stole her mother's youth, but it often seemed to noelle that her mother had made up for that by spending more than the past decade partying. as soon as noelle turned into a teenager, her mom wanted to get piercings with her, wanted to drink with her and party with her, but instead of becoming her pal, noelle ended up feeling like the party. she was the one who worked and she didn't get to go out much, and her mom even laughed about how she got laid more than noelle did. when noelle found out that her mom had a new partner, noelle foolishly hoped they would help settle her mother, but when they met up at the diner noelle worked in so that she could finally meet her mom's new mystery lover, noelle was horrified. not only had they met, but they'd slept together and the moment that her mom disappeared, noelle leaned across the shitty formica table, hissing, "you can't tell her!"

[siinsationals]

Noelle had been overjoyed at first when she learned she had a brother and she hadn't understood at first why they hadn't grown up together, or why her mom seemed so determined to keep them apart. Now as she kept a jacket wrapped firmly around her body to help hide the blood covering her dress, Noelle thought she understood. Her mother was dead and she'd watched it happen, the image still playing behind her eyes and it was a shock when she heard Brenton summon her. Head jerking up, Noelle swallowed hard and nodded, not feeling capable of speaking as she walked over and took his hand, heading into the bathroom and avoiding looking in the mirror.

OPEN TO: f. BASED ON: inspired by this under the context that our muses are hiding out at a motel for the night. it can be that she/they committed a crime (m.urder/r.obbery/etc.) and are on the run, or he's k.idnapped her and the motel is the best place to lay low until he can get her to their new permanent home. CONNECTION: l.over, girlfriend, wife, ex, stranger. t.aboo connections such as sister, niece, and others are very much welcomed. DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER.

AS THE WATER SPRAYED FROM THE SHOWERHEAD, the rough tips of his fingers wiggled beneath the flow, waiting for the temperature to turn from a biting chill to the lukewarm maximum a cheap room like this afforded them. stepping away from the grimy tub, the tall male leaned against the frame of the door, eyeing the other sat silently in the adjoining bedroom. ❝ come, ❞ brenton calmly ordered, gesturing with his head for her to join him, ❝ we need to get you cleaned up. ❞

[awakefor48hours]

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[sevcnminutcs]

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Noelle stood in the kitchen, eyes scanning the counter as she gathered ingredients with a satisfied smile. She gave a little dramatic sigh, as if the day’s demands had finally caught up to her. "I'm shifting into soup mode." She declared, her tone equal parts playfulness and comfort, giving Wesley a warm smile. She reached for a pot, setting it on the stove with a quiet clink. “You know it’s getting serious when I break out the big ladle.” She added, raising an eyebrow at him with a teasing grin.

[jaspermorgan]

˚⋆𓇼˚｡ 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 @noellexdriscoll

— SWEET NOTHINGS ; LATE AFTERNOON

After he was certain that all of his daily jobs were complete, as indicated by the to-do list he kept in his blazer pocket, Jasper drove into town with the sole purpose of paying a visit to Sweet Nothings. He just hoped he could make it through traffic before closing time.

The lights of the shop were still on by the time Jasper arrived, which he took as a good sign, and after making sure the door wasn't locked, he entered and was immediately hit by the most wonderful smell of cinnamon, warm sugar, and melted chocolate. Calling it heaven was an understatement.

“Hey, Noelle,” Jasper smiled, seeing the shop's owner then appear behind the counter. “Sorry to stop by just as you’re closing; I hope you don’t mind. I haven’t had a moment to spare today. Anyway, I was salivating over the thought of an apple turnover with the sugar on top and, well, here I am. Do you still have some left for one of your most favourite customers?"

He was joking, of course, but Jasper had been to Sweet Nothings so much in the course of his time in Aurora Bay that he deserved to be part of some kind of platinum rank loyalty scheme. He loved the shop and how each few months brought seasonal specials; there was always something new to try and Jasper found it hard to stay away whenever he walked past.

[siinsationals]

Nails pressing into the curve of the seat as she tried to hold on, tears slipped from Noelle's eyes as she drooled helplessly around his cock, taking everything Andres had to offer without any chance of getting away. His thick length filled up her mouth and throat and each thrust made a wet noise as she struggled to do good for him.

The praise is what encouraged her to be so good for him and not struggle. Andres could have so many girls, she could be replaced and forgotten with the snap of a finger and Noelle knew it, and moments like this were perfect from proving how devoted she was to keeping him satisfied, no matter what it took out of her.

He was glad she'd never quite gotten used to having him fuck her throat. The sounds of her gagging and choking around him, always making the experience so much better for the man. Andres let his hand grip tight in her hair, pressing against the back of her head until she was pressed all the way down. Raising his hips from the seat he bucked against her mouth, the obscene lewd sounds filling the truck's cabin as he groaned and grunted. "Good girl," he praised, "good fucking girl, just like that." He muttered, head pressing back against the headrest as he felt the pleasure her mouth had to offer.

[cassius-banks]

with: @noellexdriscoll

where: sweet nothings.

"I owe my roommate." Cassius remarks as he catches the attention of Noelle, his attention flicking across the cabinet of baked goods. The stomping that Seb had done around their apartment during the early hours only told him that he'd made a mistake in taking someone home.

( sure, neither of them minded, but the ground rules seemed to get broken by Cassius often. )

"So uh—" he lifts his hand, gesturing to one of the shelves within the cabinet. "What says get over it, the most?"

[siinsationals]

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She wasn't stupid, Noelle knew that he could have hurt her a lot worse than a hand across the mouth for getting an attitude, but it still stole her breath away that he'd backhanded her, every thought in her head falling silent as she stared up at him with wide eyes. A hand rose unthinkingly to her mouth, touching carefully, and that little moment of contact caused reality to rush back to her. Blinking rapidly, Noelle knew he could have given her a black eye or knocked her to the floor, and she recognized his action as a warning that she should listen to. "I'm sorry." She finally said once her throat started working. Tongue pressing at her lip and tasting blood, Noelle reached out for his hand and ran her thumb across knuckles she knew could do damage before lifting his hand to kiss at it in contrition. "Message received."

[mctionsick]

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Acting impulsively wasn’t exactly new for Nico.  Recording the album was over and he was back home and it felt aggressively lonely without Noelle.  It was one thing to not have her while recording but to be back home and for her not to be in an arm’s reach?  Well, it was unbearable.  It didn’t help that between their schedules talking became more and more sporadic.  They were lucky to squeeze in a few texts and voice memos through the day.  

He tried to keep his restlessness at bay but by the end of the week he had a plane ticket and hotel room booked in the city she was studying in.  A surprise he hoped wouldn’t be too much.  He knew she had a lot on her plate.  

Nico flops onto the hotel bed and pulls out his phone to FaceTime the other, a few moments of anxiety trickle by as he waits for her to answer.  The fear is almost unbearable but then her face fills the screen and any worries are squashed.  “Hey, beautiful.”  

[siinsationals]

Ducking her head at his praise, Noelle found herself surprised to realize that listening to him wasn't difficult at all, nothing he'd asked for was unreasonable even if she didn't understand what he got from having her stand around like a mannequin. Biting on her lower lip and trying not to squirm as he kept complimenting her, Noelle watched through lowered eyes as his shoes came closer, the abused flesh slipping free of her teeth when her mouth opened in surprise at the hand to her breast. She didn't make a sound beyond a slight hitch in her breathing as he played with her skin in a maddening tease, making her want to lean into his touch. She didn't get the chance before he grabbed her by the throat, Noelle's eyes going to his face for a moment before she found herself thrown over the back of the couch. "Ugh." Letting out a noise as her stomached hit the back of the couch, Noelle quickly clapped a hand over her mouth and hoped that didn't count as speaking out of turn and became glad a moment later when he spanked her and she nearly squealed. Not from pain, but pleasure, and Noelle wiggled to show off her ass to him as she heard the sound of his belt buckle, gripping the back of the couch with both hands as she dripped with anticipation.

"that's my good girl. you're being so good for me." lucas' cock was already straining against his zipper, the bulge in his nice dress pants obvious by now. it wasn't just that he'd been waiting all night to touch her, or that she was being so perfectly obedient, checking off every box for him, but that he felt like they'd been playing this game for weeks, like it was all leading up to this moment, this moment when he could finally have her all to himself. he watched her undress, as turned on by the sight of her doing it, obeying, as he was by the sight of the gorgeous body underneath. "you're beautiful. absolutely perfect." all those beautiful curves to grab hold of, all that pale skin to mark. he stalked across the room, standing in front of her again, and cupped one breast in his hand, sliding his thumb over her nipple. the other hand stroked down her waist, touching her hip, her thighs. his touches were feather light, gentle, so when a second later he grabbed her throat again and squeezed, it was even more contrasting. using this grip on her throat, he turned her around and threw her over the back of the couch onto her stomach. he lined himself up behind her and gave her ass a rough squeeze, followed by a spank. he finally reached for the buckle of his belt and began to undo it, desperate to get out of the confines of his pants, and desperate to be inside her, to use her.

[thxheartbreakprincx]

Na manhã pós o baile Alarik deu seu melhor para programar encontros com as selecionadas que haviam restado. Quinze delas. Sim, ele havia eliminado vinte na primeira noite. Seus pais haviam ficado bravos com ele, mas era o futuro dele em jogo, ele faria o que bem entendesse já que no fim ele acabaria casado como eles queriam. Para cada selecionada ele havia tentado pensar em um encontro que ou combinava com sua personalidade ou gostou ou com sua história, o pouco que ele sabia dela. E nos dias que se passaram após o baile de abertura ele começou a convidar uma por uma. Alarik fora pessoalmente confiar Noelle para o encontro que havia programado para ela. Bateu a porta dela e esperou com as mão para trás, juntas em suas costas. Assim que ela apareceu na porta, ele sorriu. “Ohh boa tarde, Noelle. Espero não estar atrapalhando, mas com ver se a senhorita gostaria de me acompanhar em um encontro.” - Ele disse com um ar misterioso.

@noellegrw

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Susie wipes flour from her face, narrowed eye slits like a stunned cat because quite simply, she was. She trades an awkward glance to Noelle who seems to be just as in cahoots as she is. The brute is askance to her own fault as she redirects her frustration to the crumpled &. exploded bag of flour in hand.

#ﾞ s ——— ❝ GOD DAMN BAGS, why're they made so small &. inaccessible ! I have claws, dammit ! Not shrimpish, soft hands like ... Kris. ❞ Susie's anger is misguided though, &. soon she finds herself sighing as she swipes the counter clean of the floury landmine (though her idea of clean is swiping it onto the floor and stamping it into the wooden planks).

A forked tongue emerges from her lips, flailing around her face as she licks the powder clean from her muzzle. The lizard covers her face in a somewhat shameful attempt to hide her improper manners. That is, until she's met with a hand towel and the proper means to clean up.

She takes deep breaths, focusing on Noelle's eyes again as she crouches down, wiping both her own face &. the floor. ❝ So I guess that means gingerbread day is ruined, huh ? ❞

There's a tinge of sadness, a sour vestige of Susie's resentment to the activity lingering in her mouth. She was angry, but not at Noelle or the bag, more-so herself. She hadn't meant to lash out, but she did. &. she regretted it. She wants to help, but it feels like everywhere she goes, she just causes more problems. [Christmas Spirit, my ass.]

She puckers a lip, failing to stop her snout from wrinkling at the negativity inside her. ❝ 'S there anything you want me to do ? ❞

@universalcarnival filled the interest tracker !

[cricketcampbell]

for: @noellexdriscoll

where: sweet nothings bakery, nov 14th

"Oh my God," Cricket gasped, already reaching for her phone. "It's perfect."

She needed to take ten million pictures of it immediately, the Pride & Prejudice themed cake she'd ordered for her birthday dinner that night having turned out more beautiful than she could've ever imagined.

Not that she was surprised. Everything that Noelle and Liza turned out at the bakery never failed to impress Cricket, but it'd been awhile since she'd last custom ordered something from them. After seeing this cake today, she knew that would be changing.

"When I tell you that I literally dream about this coconut cake...part of me, like, doesn't even want to share this with my friends tonight. Does that make me a terrible person? I don't even think I care. It's my birthday, they're not allowed to be mad at me."

[siinsationals]

Even though she's the one arguing for their union, a blush steals across Noelle's face when he smiles at her, Noelle's eyes falling downwards as the heat steadily rises in her skin. She hadn't thought that far - or perhaps, her knowledge was so uncertain that she hadn't known what to think, she'd only known that a strange sensation filled her belly when she tried to picture it. "What I want is… whatever a husband would expect from me. I can't make an embarrassment of myself now, can I?" She asked, a note of teasing in her voice as her head tilted back to look at him better, tilting even further when she moved closer to Archie. "It's just for one night. Can't you pretend for me for that long, and show me what you'd want from me if I was someone you desired?"

it's far removed from what he'd ever expected to hear escape her lips, and whilst archie knows he should out-right refuse and walk away in haste, he finds himself stuck in place and far too curious about the circumstance he finds himself in. they'd always been close, closer than he figured a lady and her servant should be. his own mother had berated him and warned him away, yet he couldn't help it. he'd so quickly grown comfortable in her presence, finding himself actively seeking her out, even if he tried to rid himself of the inappropriate thoughts. his head tilts then, struggling to argue with her explanation. "i guess you make a very good point, miss..." he confesses then, dimples digging at his cheeks despite his best efforts. "would - what would you like us to do specifically, noelle?"

[olivcrashford]

who: @mayanoelle

where: phantom manor

Oliver spots her pretty easily the moment he walks in. Maybe, it was all those days he spent at the cafe observing her from afar which was kind of stalkerish to think about. Hopefully, Maya doesn't view him like that the more he thinks about it. He clears his throat, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he steps up behind her. "Fancy seein' you here and not at the cafe. I was starting to think it was the only place I'd ever see you."

[luvdive]

open to: females!! plot: noelle's having a girls night out but she's being a party pooper

glancing at her phone every five minutes to check whether she's got a text or a missed call from gaz isn't how girls' night is supposed to be going. she trusts gaz, really she does. he's an excellent dad and he's always there for poppy when they need him. but the second he'd mentioned a party, noëlle had instantly been on edge. does she think gaz would do anything stupid while he's looking after poppy? no. but she knows what his friends are like, and how he can get when he's with his friends. she'd made him promise no drugs when he'd come to pick their daughter up, but she can't help worrying. ❝ sorry, ❞ she says, putting her phone away in her bag when she gets another look from her friend. ❝ i'm just worried about poppy. ❞