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Noel Noa Relationship Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

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A/N: This is my first time writing nsfw so if it’s a little stagnant and doesn’t flow as well as it should…don’t look at me..also to the Anon that requested this I apologize for taking like 2 weeks to post this life is rlly busy for me right now lol

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SFW

Before y’all began your relationship Noel didn’t have much interest in you. He was fully dedicated to his football career and wasn’t much fond of distractions like romance. You had to approach him, and learn to advance upon your fancy for him on his own terms.

Noel hasn’t explicitly said it yet, but unless you make his coffee for him, he takes it black. When you make it for him or ask him what he wants put in it, that’s the only time he drinks coffee with sugars and creamers.

Noel isn’t a fan of PDA. The most he is willing to give in public environments is hand holding and the occasional hug. He’s more partial to soft, chaste brushes against each other: you patting his chest when you walk away from him after a conversation, rubbing your hand against his to bring some warmth back into the both of you when you two are out in the cold, him resting his hand on your shoulder when he passes you. He prefers your presence near him instead. Standing by each other, sitting next to each other, being in the same vicinity as him but not exactly physically entwined is more professional to him. He won’t turn down a kiss though, a small one to his face or lips. The more intimate ones he saves for private moments because of how flustered it can make him.

Noel would rather wake up with you, but his training schedule often doesn’t allow it (unless you wanna wake up at 5am with him.) Everything is so quiet when he wakes up entangled in your embrace. The sky looks brighter and more within his reach. The roar of transportation vehicles dull and fade away, his heartbeat is more steady and clear in his chest.

When you two are in private together, Noel generally is able to feel you in some way. Your feet brushing each other, your shoulder resting against his, his hand fiddling with the ends of your hair. At first when he noticed he did this, he stopped and was very mindful of your space until you commented on it. Now he doesn’t try to restrain himself.

Noel doesn’t think of himself as cuddly, and would deny it if you ever said he was. He does like cuddles though. He prefers to call it ‘warming the bed.’ When Noel comes home from a meeting he had with his football team, he greets you then sheds his jacket silently while walking to your bedroom. He calls, “Would you like to warm the bed with me?” With a lift in his voice at the end of his question. Your cheeks begin to heat as you bite back a smile and follow him.

Noel would be very good at handling emotional outbursts, but he doesn’t like to be around you once you calm down for a time. Due to his pragmatic nature, he is able to make you take deep breaths and clear the fog clouding your mind away. Once Noel is sure you’re okay, he would leave and give you space. He doesn’t like being exposed to such raw emotion in ways like this, especially if it’s negative. That isn’t to say he is not supportive, but he does well to distance himself until he thinks you can easily think logically again.

Noel doesn’t admit it, but he has a hard time apologizing to you after an argument. Noel’s a sore loser in his own nonchalant way. He’s also a sore winner, but a much worse loser. He fights himself for a good couple minutes before he slips a sigh and follows with “You’re right. The next episode of Bridgerton is going to release tomorrow, not on the weekend.” You nudge him. “I apologize for doubting you.”

The noise, if there is any, in Noel’s head clears instantly when he hears your voice. It’s like a sharp force that cuts through water and grabs a hold of him and keeps him from drowning. He also visibly relaxes when you press your thumbs through and pet his eyebrow hairs.

Noel tries not to show it, but he gets more determined to perform well when you attend his games. It adds just a little more pressure into him to do well. He likes it. He also doesn’t like it. But he probably likes it more than he dislikes it. You look so perfect in the stands watching him, he knows he needs to be as perfect for you.

NSFW

Noel is more partial to being a giver. He is fond of giving you pleasure and seeing you enjoy the most vulnerable and intimate activities just because of him. It makes his pride grow, his balls too.

Noel prefers positions where he can see your face. He wants to know if you are reacting positively to what he is doing or not. That look in your eye, that hitch in your breath, the furrow of your brows looks ethereal to him. Missionary is something special to him, he feels love in this position. The way your hands cradle his head and shoulders, the way he presses his face into your neck so he can close his eyes and focus on your moans and how good he is feeling. The way your legs will tighten around his waist or legs, your pussy around his dick too.

Noel also enjoys you riding him. You on top of him moving up and down or side to side make his head foggy. If you tease him in this position he burns red with arousal and partial embarrassment all the way from his face to his arms. Give your tits a good squeeze, roll your nipples a couple times in his face, grab his hand and press it to a part of your body and tell him to grab at you- its all his. He needs to close his eyes just to hold back the wave of pleasure this gives him.

Noel is more on the quiet side during acts of intimacy. He has his fair share of gasps and grunts. He moans when he gets close to cumming, he starts saying your name too. Soft and sacred, the way he lets out your name is whispered so good into your ear. Noel likes it when you’re vocal, not over the top though. No one else should be hearing you, especially if they aren’t in the room with you too (no threesomes w this man, he ain’t freaky like that.) If you’re groaning and moaning loudly every thrust about ‘how good it is’ and how ‘he’s so big I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum-.’ Noel can lose sight of the pleasure. He might also think you’re faking it too, which would ruin his trust in you during sex forever. More natural gasps and moans set the mood, for both of you. He does do a surprising amount of dirty talk, more than you would expect, but it’s still rather vanilla (bros vanilla). He gets off to you dirty talking to him and coaxing him to cum rather quickly.

Noel didn’t have any experience before you, he dates to marry and doesn’t see value in one night stands. You taught him all he knows. If he were to go to another woman they probably wouldn’t get off like you would, he was taught how to pleasure only one other person: you. Noel is probably better with his hands than his mouth. His ambidexterity is useful here too, he’s able to recreate the same motions at the same speed with all his fingers on both hands. When he uses his mouth Noel can get unusually impatient and focus on your flit when he finds it. If he uses his mouth he generally uses his hands if they’re free at the same time. If they aren’t free they’re holding your thighs, hips, or tits.

Noel doesn’t enjoy quickies. He doesn’t like the risk, thinks it’s stupid. He doesn’t like how there isn’t enough time to fully pleasure either of you. He doesn’t like how hot and bothered you are after and have to enter a public space so soon.!He sees no point in them when you think about the circumstances you put yourself in when you have one.

Noel likes to be intimate with you during the night, if he could. When you both are together from a long day of work, he likes to release his stress through these acts with you. He calls it sex to anyone’s face when talking about sex (he doesn’t talk about your sex life to others, he keeps it private) but he refers to it as love making with you. “I want to make love with you, we haven’t been together for long enough.” Noel would coax from behind you as you brush your teeth.

Noel keeps his shit wrapped, ain’t no accidental pregnancy on his watch. (practice safe sex yall kids suck) He also doesn’t have a high sex drive, meaning that you’re usually the one to initiate it. He does like having sex when y’all reunite after awhile apart. There isn’t any logic to it, but you feel the same so he doesn’t question it.

When Noel receives head he would rather be sitting than standing. He won’t hold eye contact with you either. If he sees your irises looking up at him, the bottom half of your face gone as his dick replaces it, he’s an instant goner. If you rub your face on it, if you suck his ball sac, he’s a goner. He likes being sucked off, but often doesn’t request it. He would hold your hair back if you needed it, but that’s really just so he can remove you from his dick if he gets too close before he wants to (but he wouldn’t tell you that.) He feels all mushy inside when you run your hands over his thighs and kiss up his length.

Noel doesn’t have any hard kinks. He is willing to try some stuff out with you if they aren’t too hardcore, but generally doesn’t go for that type of stuff. He can definitely bully you with his size and shove you around if you want. He will use his strength to his advantage against you and be a little rough, he’s fine with that. He doesn’t like hard core spanks or slaps. No handcuffs of bondage.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

9.29.24

Noel Noa would let his spouse do his eyeliner for him sometimes

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(It’s so canon that he wears eyeliner, I don’t care none of that ‘oh it’s natural’ bs my man is a cat-eye winged baddie)

I doubt he wore it when he was in the slums of France. He probably started using eyeliner regularly when he got recruited to a smaller team, his first real opportunity to change his life. Maybe he wears it because he likes the feeling of empowerment and belonging the dramatic flare the eyeliner brings to him. Maybe he wears it as a safety precaution, something to hide the flaws only he sees, and doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe he wanted to be remembered, to stand out. Not to be identified as the poor, improper, uneducated boy with potential, to be a beast of a football player that stands next to no one. A man that was worth more than the dirty slums. If they wouldn’t remember his name or his abilities, they would remember the cold, (desperate) hungry gleam in his amber eyes encased in a cut of harsh black liner.

Whatever the case, the eyeliner has stuck with him for years. Even you, his spouse that shares a home with him, hardly see Noel without it. Due to his profession, his training and competition often ensured that Noel would rise out of bed before you and sink back into bed after you. You don’t mind though, treasuring your time with Noel comes in small but rewarding moments.

Like this morning.

Noel was to be at the airport in a few hours to fly to Japan from Germany with his team, Bastard Munchen. Apparently their presence is required for the next phase of the ‘Blue Lock’ program. You heard of it, having one foot in the football world at all times because of Noel; however no one in the world would have expected the upset that was the U-20 game held in Japan a couple weeks ago.

You weren’t too fond of the idea of Noel staying at the Blue Lock facility for the foreseeable future, and you could tell by his attitude neither was he. This ‘Neo Egoist League’ he mentioned sounded like one big round robin experiment to find players for the U-20 World Cup. Something only weeks away. The whole thing was like a dream, you just couldn’t tell if it would be a good one or a bad one. Seems as though the whole world will have to figure out together as very few are privy to know what is happening inside Blue Lock as of now.

Despite his protests in favor of you sleeping in, you decided to accompany and see Noel off.

“Noel, I’m not able to come with you. This will be the last morning I get to spend with you for weeks.” You stress to the figure washing his face in your shared bathroom.

“You still have to go to work later today, you need to sleep. No one wants to deal with an employer that can’t keep their eyes open for five minutes.” Noel calls.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman who can handle a little sleepiness,” You groan and stride to the bathroom. “You’re one to talk on the matter in fact, I can see your eye bags from here.”

The two of you lock eyes and enter a silent competition. Noel refuses to admit his sleep has been plagued with thoughts about the Blue Lock situation and wishes for you to return to bed. You are unrelenting in your efforts of spending this time with him and do not want to lay in a bed getting colder by the minute.

Noel sighs. Victory. You 1, Noel 0.

“Perhaps then you should do my eyeliner today, to lessen the appearance of my eye bags to your satisfactory.” He mumbles and holds his hand out with the marker in tow. An olive branch. A gleaming smile breaks upon your face.

There was something very private, very intimate for Noel when he allowed for you to do his eyeliner. Him leaning against the counter facing you, you between his legs holding his face. It was about trust. It was about vulnerability. Even if Noel wouldn’t admit it to you, he was giving you access to that little boy covered in dirt and bruises all those years ago. You knew it too, the way his face would lean into the skin of your palm as you held him steady. The way his shoulders would relax and his posture would slack. The way his eyes would close and twitch ever so slightly when they felt the ink from the marker. You knew you were holding the boy right now, not the man.

You’ve seen the boy a good handful of times. In the crux of the night when Noel would hold your body closer to him. In the evening husk when you would massage his body and play with his thick tufts of white hair. In the middle of the day; when you could hear the smile in his voice even if it wasn’t present in his face as he called you on your lunch break. And in the morning, when you did his eyeliner.

And you were oh so fragile with him. He appreciated it greatly, the warm feeling that flowed through his veins. It complimented the confidence the eyeliner gave him perfectly.

Once you finished you pressed a chaste kiss to his nose, then one on his lips. He sighed slightly at the feeling of your lips touching. The momentary solace building his energy that the night had sapped away from him instead of rejuvenating home with. You rubbed your thumbs through his wispy white eyebrow hairs and waited. Noel slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the small smile adorning your face.

His eye bags were still present, he still carried that essence of tiredness. But there was more life in his eyes. They glowed brighter, more whimsical than before. It was the perfect blend of boy and man.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The man said. For everything. The boy thought.

He couldn’t verbalize it, not now. His emotions would over take him, and he can’t afford that at this moment. Not when he’s about to part from you for so long. He had to be the man.

You understood though, you always do.

“Always, my love.”

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I HOPE WHOEVER READS THIS EATS THIS UP BC I PUT MY WHOLE SOUL INTO COOKING THIS

Mwah 😽

8.02.24

"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."

I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets

I can’t decide if Noel Noa would have cold hands or warm hands.

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I wanna lean towards cold but imagine his hands were always warm, even from childhood. All those nights spent without the proper protection from the elements, his best source of warmth sometimes became his own two palms.

Pressing them against his face and his neck, trying to focus on their warmth and not the cold biting at his feet. He would cover his ears for long periods of time until they felt warm enough for him. Imagine if this became a comfort gesture to him- you could spot him warming up on the field with one of his hands rubbing and resting on his neck. What if he does it so often that it becomes normal for his teammates to see but they don’t question it.

•but if they were cold?

You would always rub his hands together, bathing them in the warmth that your palms provided. Its late spring, the weather so far has been the warmest it has this year. Still, his hands remain he same. Cold as ever. You press kisses to them while taking note of the cracks along his knuckles. He hasn’t moisturized yet today.

Normally Noel is devoted to taking care of his body. If he let himself succumb to the trap that is ‘rotting’ he would never be able to perform as perfect as he needs to.

You like to intertwine your hand in his and shove it into your coat pocket. He might gaze at you with a slight questionable expression, but he generally doesn’t try to fight you on it. It’s warm with you.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

Marc Snuffy was surprised the first time you picked him up.

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You and Marc had been in a relationship for a good while, enough for you to understand how much pride Marc has in his body. The skills he embeds into his soccer play style from his jujitsu background never failed to benefit him on the field.

Of all places, he had met you at the gym. At first he noticed your gym wear and made a comment to you in passing that he liked the color. He hadn’t seen you before that. After that, however, you two started to bump into each other more often.

Glances turned to smiles and smiles turned to you asking for his phone number. Marc was pleased when you texted him the following day and the two of you were able to make plans that fit around his soccer schedule.

You were quirky to Marc. He often would jokingly use you as an elbow rest when the two of you were out, commenting on how much shorter you were compared to him. He enjoyed the moments when you would instigate muscle contents, claiming your biceps were superior to his. He adored the determination in your movements as you two would wrestle around with each other too.

But he wasn’t expecting to be picked up during the latest wrestling session between the two of you. The beginning was a blur, all Marc remembered was that he saw you squat a little further down before rushing him with a pearly smile on your face. From the instant you made contact with his legs and hips, he lost his footing. More correctly, his feet were lifted from the ground.

Your arms crushed his waist tightly, leaving his arms to rest on your own waist to stable himself. Marc blinked, staring at the ground from his position along your shoulder.

“What? Since when could you do this, you goose?” Marc chuckled.

Giggles from below turned into a hearty laugh as you walked a couple paces to set him down on the bed. Following him, you laid along his stomach and chest, resting your head there. As he looked at you, he saw creases under your eyes and the wrinkles along your face. You were beautiful.

“I didn’t know I could do that either. It must be all those gym rat genes flowing in me, that was fun,” You chuckled. “And I win.”

Marc rolled his eyes playfully before turning the two of you over in the bed.

“You can have that one, but I’m winning round two.”

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Mwah 😽

OKAY so the only thing I want to say about yesterday's spoilers (Ness backstory) is that borderliner* Ness is canon now lol

✅ explosive anger

✅ feeling neglected, alone, misunderstood most of the time

✅ low self-esteem and the resulting self-hatred

✅ strong, overwhelming emotions

(feelings that can't be explained == too high (for average person) bursts of them. Inability to handle them)

✅ black and white thinking

(Isagi's either good (tosses to Kaiser) or bad (doesn't toss to Kaiser) lol)

✅ fear of abandonment + self-harm

✅ very intense, frequent, extreme emotional swings

(difference of one second)

(difference of one second pt.2)

✅ maladaptive daydreaming

✅ determining one's value through relationships with others

✅ unstable relationships

I'm really disappointed that chapter haven't shown Ness' attempts to gain his parents and siblings love but, eh, okay. I can work with that

*

A little background on who people with borderline personality disorder are and where do they come from. (Of course, each case is unique. I'm talking about the average manifestation of the disorder here.)

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is a type of personality disorder in which a person is unstable, hypersensitive, highly anxious, and has no sense of self (no feeling of identity). One in ten patients end up committing suicide.

In fact, borderliners are people with no emotional skin. What for a stable person is a small domestic nuisance - for a borderliner is boundless terror, fear, a complete sense of helplessness and overwhelming self-loathing. Are you sick? It's your fault, you're worthless. You forgot your pass and had to buy an underground ticket? You're disgusting, step under a train right now. You forgot the food in the fridge and it spoilt? Don't you dare eat for another three days, punish yourself, cut yourself because you're nothing. That's not an exaggeration, it's true. And then you see an advert with a doggy and you laugh until you cry and all is fine.

It's like that dozens of times in one day.

Why do borderliners work this way? Heredity plays a role (which in Ness's case can be seen, for example, by the fact that he reacted acutely to some things even as a child), but to a greater extent, of course, the family, because when BPD is treated in the early stages, it is more easily reduced to remission (but does not disappear completely - it is like the core of the personality). Speaking of family types, typically borderliners come out of families with a narcissistic parent or the same borderline. Why exactly is that the case?

Because life with a narcissist/borderliner parent is an endless battlefield in which the child is forced to survive. Any emotion you have, if it doesn't fall under the parent's incomprehensible ideas, is repulsive. Any request you make and attempt to speak your mind is a violation of all laws and the worst offence. Today you're the golden child, tomorrow you're trash. Today your mom says she loves you, and tomorrow she blames you for divorcing your dad. Today dad likes the tea you made him, tomorrow he'll throw it in your face. It's a constant violation of personal space, an inability to have privacy, an impossibility to defend your interests - and yet a staggering neglect, a removal of the child from your life. Parents in such families usually divide their children into "golden" and "outcast" children, emphasising in every possible way how terrible the lousy sheep of the family (the outcast child) is, and encouraging bullying by their siblings.

Sounds similar to Ness's story, doesn't it?

In such families, the child by the age of 6 or 7 already knows that he is disgusting, horrible, and must do anything to avoid being abandoned - because the parents emphasise in every possible way that he is horrible, but they (for now) keep him out of mercy. A child learns by the slightest movement of the eyebrows and corner of the mouth to know when mom loves you and when she hates you, when dad is good and when he's bad.

The childhood of such children is a battlefield, and they come out of it emotionally disabled. For example, a very common consequence of living in such a family, in addition to BPD, is PTSD. Yeah, like war veterans.

(and by the way, borderliners VERY often end up paired with… Narcissists. Because it's a familiar love-hate game. And on top of that, also a beautiful (non-existent) personality to take a bite out of for your non-existent self))

I love those posts about what a character is actually like. I feel like ness gets mischaracterised a lot and sometimes bachira

thank you! the mischaracterization in the bllk fandom has always pmo…

bachira isn’t some meek and quiet kid who can’t fight back when someone bullies him; he just doesn’t really care. but if it’s something extremely personal or if someone pisses him off enough, he is perfectly fine with getting violent. (light novel, manga)

ness is not much of a gentleman, and doesn’t really know how to handle his emotions. however, this does not mean that he’s obsessively toxic and attached to whoever he is in love with. this is only with kaiser from the manipulation kaiser has done. (egoist bible, manga)

otoya doesn’t have malicious intent when he cheats on girls (im not defending him; he’s literally my most hated bllk character). he just does whatever he wants, including cheating. he doesn’t mean to hurt the girls he cheat on, he’s just bored. (egoist bible, episode nagi)

sae is someone who cares about his family and is a nostalgic person who loves home. many of his favorite things involve his childhood, such as his favorite show being “maruko chan” or his favorite foods constantly being shipped from home. (egoist bible)

despite being polite, yukimiya actually seems to be one of the meaner blue lock players. other players often comment that “his smile doesn’t reach his eyes” and he does often make snide or crude remarks to isagi, especially during the nel. (egoist bible, implied in manga)

“uhm the ship is cannon 🤓☝️”

uhm actually, the only cannon ship is me x whatever character i’m into. stop being delusional.

I feel like as a blue lock content creator, mainly writing, I do have to at least acknowledge and speak about the situation caiimeal has posted about. I was reached out to by an anonymous blog and I looked at both caiimeal and vmlnrz’s content; and I do agree with what caiimeal has said.

I’m only trying to bring awareness to the situation because I personally pride myself on being a goody two shoes both morally and academically. It genuinely makes me annoyed when I talk to one of my mates abt an assignment and they say smth like, ‘oh I just used ChatGPT and copy and pasted.’ Like dude. I don’t think I’ll ever understand folks that use ai for things and take the credit. It’s not that hard to not be a lazy individual if you really think about the effort you aren’t putting into whatever you’re using Ai for and the effort you are putting in to cheating your way through whatever it is you’re doing. And ai has been proven to be less reliable and credible than people originally thought, so I just don’t see the use of Ai in certain situations, especially like this.

Being a content creator is great, but why are you one if you aren’t going to share any organic thoughts you have yourself? I’d personally feel very limited if I did that and just relied on something else to create my work. This is also (at least it feels like that to me) a breach in trust and can raise questions of credibility to other creators too, which can further harm the blue lock fandom’s environment on tumblr ya know?

That being said I’m not trying to get in the line of fire iykwim I’m not directly involved in any way, shape, or form, this is just my two bits on the matter 👍

AI USER: @/vmlnrz

this user uses ARTIFICIAL INTILLEGENCE to write fanfictions. Their main focus is on the blue lock fandom.

their alt: @/vmllnrz

Reblogs for awareness are very much appreciated.

PROOF UNDER THE CUT.

First, I have put their recent synopsis, which I found suspicious, in three trusted AI detector websites, and here are the results.

100%, 99%, and 79% , which are pretty high numbers.

But, let us say that they are just a very good writer and somehow managed to use words that triggered the detectors. Let us ask Chatgpt to create a synopsis similar to what her story is about.

I asked twice (in poor language to give the 'writer' an advantage), just in case. again- it somehow managed to wrong our guest here. Compare the highlighted texts in the AI website with the highlighted texts in the work they posted. Shocker! The moment I read those words I felt suspicious.

If you read @/vmlnrz's writings, it may seem very unatural- robotic, even. At least that is what I felt when reading through their work, and it gave me second-hand embarrassment seeing their responses to all the compliments they receive and the huge amount of notes they get compared to other writers who write their own work.

So, I picked out a part of their writing. The very beginning.

Then, I asked Chatgpt to create a similar scene. Again, with poor grammar and language.

😐

Like I said, if you go through their writing, it all seems very unnatural with many words and figurative writing that AI is likely to use.

Also, I have read through their smut works, and they do not really seem suspicious. However, that makes complete sense because Chatgpt and most other AIs do not allow sexual content, so our guest is forced to write it themselves. Also, their smut work is only foreplay because they claim they cannot write the actual 18+ content well-- which may be true, they may not be lying-- but it's just something to think about and keep in mind.

Please, do not send hate to our guest.

Sorry for tag spamming.

The bottom sketch is a prime example of why I’m a firm believer that if you explain something in a logical way and prove to Noel that you’re in a semi rational headspace he would support whatever shenanigan ur doing even if it is smth like cutting off ur friend’s hair in the middle of the night.

he does, in fact, have a favorite