#noelle x y/n

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them bridal carrying an injured reader

Characters: Jean / Eula / Noelle x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood, but nothing graphic

a/n: I got two similar requests to write a few characters (Eula, Jean and Noelle (and rosaria, but I left her out, since I normally only accept requests with up to 3 characters)) bridal carrying an (injured) reader, so I decided to just combine them.

Also, I haven't written for Noelle in what feels like years, so if I got something wrong, I'm sorry!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Jean

Jean spent most of her work days either behind her desk, filling out all of the paperwork she could, or working through all kinds of small random tasks given to her by the citizens of Mondstadt, so while there was a part of her breathing a small sigh of relief that she was accompanying you when you managed to get yourself injured by a pack of Hilichurls, she couldn’t help but be slightly irked that things had to go wrong the one day she got to work outside, even if she’d never catch herself voicing her not exactly selfless thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I’ve had a lot worse wounds over the years. So there’s no need to stress about it too much”, you brushed off the concerns of the person carrying you on the quickest route back to Mondstadt, only for Jean to sternly counter almost instantly.

“I appreciate you trying to calm me down, but I don’t think this is the right situation to downplay everything”, the acting grandmaster caught herself almost snapping at you, the stress of the situation taking its toll on her.

“Tis but a scratch”, you responded just as calmly as before.

“Your leg is bleeding.”

“‘It’s just a flesh wound”, you were quick to correct yourself, your follow-up joke about not really needing both of your legs anyway landing about as well as a drunkard that’s been thrown out of a window.

Luckily for the both of your leg and Jean’s sanity, you arrived to the city shortly afterwards, the situation turning out to be far less serious than the acting grandmaster had dreaded, even if it was clear to you that she still had to calm down somewhat, the trip outside of Mondstadt not exactly helping in lowering her stress levels as much as you had hoped.

Eula

If anyone had told Eula beforehand of how much you’d enjoy getting carried around bridal style, she’d either had decided to lift you in another, less comfortable position or would have simply left you where she found you. But nobody did, and instead she was now stuck with a person far too happy to tease her for someone that had been wounded not long before.

“If you’re feeling fine enough to tease me this much, I can’t help but start wondering if you’re well enough off to walk back to Mondstadt yourself”, Eula stated after letting out yet another long, drawn-out sigh, doing her best to hide her increasingly red growing face by looking away, her hands being too occupied with carrying you to cover it.

“Nah, if I have to be honest it hurts like hell. If I don’t keep myself occupied with talking I might actually start crying”, your voice slightly cracked as small tears started forming in your eyes, only for them to be wiped away by your hands just as quickly as they appeared.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I had to deal with someone getting injured”, Eula’s tone shifted drastically as she tried her best to assure you, putting on a smile to put your mind at ease, only to nearly glare at you the instant she saw your face.

“Awww, be assured, I know that I’ll be fine. I mean how couldn’t I when I have such a knight in shining armor as you to help me”, you grinned at her, causing Eula to nearly let go of you, the knight barely being able to stop herself, praying for your sake that you wouldn’t drive her into insanity by the end of the trip.

Noelle

When Noelle picked you up with ease, her reaction not differing in the slightest to when she picked up a staple of paperwork to bring to the acting grandmasters office, you suddenly found yourself suddenly remembering the fact that Noelle had what you would best describe as superhuman strength, all your worries about how you’d get back to Mondstadt vanishing just as quickly as they appeared as the maid started carrying you back towards the city.

“Is your leg doing better? I know what I tried wasn’t much, but I hope it at least helps somewhat”, Noelle asked glancing towards the bandages the had wrapped around your leg the moment she noticed you had been injured, the almost perfect way she had treated your wound causing you to silently wonder if there were things she didn’t know how to do.

“Oh yeah, it’s feeling much better, all thanks to your help!”, you thanked her with a smile, not all too surprised at the lack of confidence she held in her skills by now, choosing to ignore it for now as you left out a yawn, the extra energy you had received thanks to the adrenaline finally giving way for tiredness.

Before you had even the time to voice your intentions to close your eyes for a bit, they had already shut as you fell asleep in her arms. If only you had mentioned your heavy sleeping to Noelle, you might have spared her the scare she got once she tried to wake you up afterwards, only for your eyes to remain closed.

You might have also spared yourself the bruised shoulder you got from her attempts to finally wake you up.

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[xilyks]

You dying Headcanons.

Characters used: Jean and Barbara(combined) Lisa, Sucrose, Noelle, Fischl(separated) x gender-neutral reader

Context: Reader dies on them.

A/n: nil

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Jean + Barbara

You and Jean were together, strolling through dadaupa gorge as there were recent news that there were many hilichurl camps near there and it was up to you and Jean to clear them out. To prevent harm on the citizens of Mondstadt of course, along with passerby's that might accidentally encounter them.

Unfortunately there were many hilichurls and only two of you. Jean manage to clear out her side of the camp whereas you struggled. Not being as strong as her, you slowly got more tired after each swing of your sword directed at the hilichurls. Jean tried her best to catch up to you to help you.

• When she saw you drop onto the ground bleeding, her first instinct was to check up on you.

• After making sure you were still breathing she took out the last hilichurl.

• She brought you to the church to get healed by barbara.

• When Barbara heard the door of the church open she immediately went to greet the guests.

• Upon seeing your state in Jean's arms, she hurried and rushed to heal you.

• You still died since you already lost too much blood.

• Jean blamed herself for it.

"How can I even protect Mondstadt? If I can't even protect you..". ~Jean

"I'm sorry.. If only I could do more..". ~Barbara

You and Fischl were out together doing commissions. It required two people as it stated it was a hard one due to the amount of enemies you both will be facing. Not to mention this is the first time you are meeting Fischl.

Meeting fischl was quite fascinating, as she kept speaking gibberish, but it also made sense too. You also saw a purple bird travelling alongside her. Although it looked shocked that you replied back to fischl's shenanigans and understood her quite well.

You both laughed at made conversations. Just as you guys reached the designated location. She grabbed your arm and said.

"Once this whole journey with your prinzessin is over, I command you loyal subject to go and royally take me out to venture the world." You nodded as you approached the enemies.

Oh how you wished it didn't ended like that. You and Fischl cleared out the fatuis in the area. Which took quite long.

The commission was a success as you both made it out alive and took them all out! ..Or did you? You guys were in the middle of celebrating your victory when suddenly you felt a stinging pain in your chest.

• Fischl watched your body dropped onto the ground

• She immediately dropped her act.

• Her first instinct was to heal you.

• Only problem was she wasn't a medic and had no supplies.

• In the end, killed the actual last fatui and just sat next to you sobbing as you slowly passed.

"I.. Command you to come back royal.. No.. Please come back y/n.." ~Fischl

Lisa dragged you with her to hunt down a person whose book was due. Only to be stunned using elemental trace that this perpetrator was not inside Mondstadt and wasn't human-like.

You guys then followed the trail, only for Lisa to engage you in conversations. Which isn't peaceful at all getting called 'cutie' and 'darling' left and right.

Although one of her sentences caught your attention.

"After this take me on a date, won't you cutie?" She looked at you smirking. You then turned your head in the opposite direction to prevent Lisa seeing your cheeks. Only Lisa to giggle at your actions.

"Of course, wouldn't want to leave my lady hanging do I?" You replied back which shocked Lisa for a while before going back her normal composure. Lisa was about to reply until you guys found your perpetrator.

A hydro lector.

You and Lisa had no problem defeating it. Only for the lector to do a critical hit on you. You had a scar from your left arm all the way to your right waistline. It was a fresh cut and you started to bleed.

• Lisa immediately stopped playing games and took out the lector immediately

• She check your pulse.

• Sat beside you silently

• Lisa then looked up at the sky with a tear dripping down her face.

"Don't worry cutie.. I'll be there soon too..". ~Lisa

Sucrose gave you a mission to obtain some whopper flowers and you happily complied, willing to do anything for your beloved.

Only that, you didn't know you would run into a cryo lawachurl. The fight wasn't easy either as you had a cryo vision too, so you could barely do any damage to it with its shield up.

As time goes on and on, you slowly became tired and died to exhaustion.

• Sucrose has been waiting for you to come back for a week

• She started to look around for you.

• To her dismay she couldn't find you and went back to her lab defeated.

"It seems like you left me too.. We haven't even created paradise yet.." ~Sucrose

[Can't think of any scenario so I'll just go straight to the headcannons, sorry]

• She had been so busy training that she hasn't seen you in months.

• Noelle decided to take a little break and visit you.

• Only to knock the door and find nobody is home.

• The passerby who saw Noelle near your house asked her.

"Noelle? What are you doing here at that door? Didn't you hear? Y/n died."

• Noelle was completely heartbroken.

• She was busy that she didn't know you were gone.

"My only regret is.. I didn't spend enough time with you.. I'm sorry y/n..". ~Noelle

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[outivv]

hii it’s my first time doing a request so idk if i’m doing this right… so i recently had to put down my dog of 14years and it was really hard because i grew up with her and i was wondering if you could write a little something with Noelle (platonic). Like how she would comfort a reader that just lost their pet. just some comfort fluff.

Feel free to ignore this if you’re not comfortable with writing this :)

Synopsis: comfort fluff with noelle!!!

Warnings: mentions of putting down a pet, and not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: noelle (platonic)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello!!! I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your dog, I bet she was a wonderful pet to grow up with. I hope this makes you feel even a little better, cause I understand the loss of a pet can be extremely hard. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you have a great rest of your day :)

“Good morning [name]!” Noelle said as you walked into the knights headquarters, about to start a tiring day at work. You only smiled, but something was… off. Noelle has been your closest friend in the knights, and while she’s not always the best with social cues, she knows what that smile meant, and she knew it was sad. “Oh dear… what’s wrong?” Noelle asked sympathetically. Her kindness warmed your heart, as she wrapped an arm around you guiding you to your office where you two could talk in private.

After telling her everything, how much you loved your pet, how much it hurt to put them down, noelle had this sad look on her face, as if she may cry. Noelle is a extremely sympathetic, and emotional person, but it was comforting seeing someone who cared so much about others, and their feelings. Noelle left your office for a minute, saying she had to go grab something.

You thought this would be a good time to start work, since you had no idea how long she would take… that was a bad idea by the way. Noelle came back, with two plates full of pancakes, specially made by her. She set the massive plate down in front of you saying, “making, and eating food always helps me feel better.” Her sympathetic smile made you feel warm and fluffy. You ate pancakes as you told stories about your pet, describing them in vivid detail, as noelle listened intently. She’d help anyone in need, especially her best friend.

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[wito-chan-bla-bla]

Stop bothering my girlfriend!

If Noelle refuses to take a break herself, you'll have to force her.

~

I hope I understood the request correctly and blah-blah-blah (bla-bla-bla in my language). Good luck.

(And also don't beat me for some strange actions, because I'm like a newborn deer on the Internet. Maybe I've been sitting here long enough, but I still don't understand anything). (Why did I just say that? Ah, well...)

~

What is eternal? Running water? The change of day and night? Death coming sooner or later? Well, the answer is wrong anyway.

There is only one thing forever. And this is Noelle, who loves work so much that one day they even wanted to give her a sign "the best workaholic". (This man was persuaded in time not to do anything stupid and to present something else to the maid).

Noelle rarely had days when she could relax. (Rarely, that is, never). And then you appeared, her loving lover.

It wasn't really difficult to find a maid. Her armor made loud noises as she ran to help the next person in need. And if the streets of the city were quiet, you could go to Lisa or Jean, who will always tell you exactly where you can find a Geo user.

Your head poked into the library, where Noelle was sorting out a new batch of books. Slowly and quietly walking forward, you stretched your arms up stronger and stronger, until eventually you put your palms on the girl's eyes, making a quiet "boo!". The maid jumped up, startled, but immediately relaxed as soon as she realized that it was just you.

–(Y-Y/N)! – she whispered softly, turning to you and blushing. Her hands moved your palms away from her face a little, but still kept them close. – When will you get tired of scaring me like that?

–When you go on a date with me! By the way, when are you free? How about today and now?

–Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to sort out the books for Lisa, – she points to the boxes that contain heavy volumes.

–Can I help? – you immediately ask, and the girl, of course, shakes her head negatively.

–Thank you for the offer, but I will never be able to become a knight if I rely on the help of others. Besides, don't you have your own job? I wouldn't want your progress to suffer because of me.

You sigh, looking at Noelle, who gently strokes the skin of your palms until she takes out a cream from a small hip bag. The maid's fingers begin to rub the white substance into your hands, massaging the skin, and at the end you get a small kiss on the knuckles.

–That's it, your skin should be fine now. And you smell like roses, – she happily chuckles and reaches out to you to leave a little kiss on your cheek. You rush forward in response, but at that moment Lisa's footsteps are heard, and the maid, who is very red in the face, hurries back to her work.

You sigh, realizing that you will not be able to influence your beloved in any way.

The librarian, who looks out from around the corner, sniffs the air and thoughtfully notices that she smells of fresh roses. Noelle blushes and only focuses her attention more on work. You sigh again, greet Lisa a second time and hurry away, stomping your heels in displeasure.

Something has to be done about it. Noelle is hardworking, but her desire to help others is too exhausting for her. Sometimes she can't even walk home and sleeps at work!

You exit the building and the knights passing by greet you. You nod to them, quickly and jokingly salute and move on.

Something has to be done, otherwise Noelle will die from overexertion. And we didn't even go on a date! I want to hold her in my arms alive and healthy, and not disconnected from exhaustion! You stop, greeting a few more people. Your family has lived here for generations, providing their services. Therefore, you are well-known to the residents of the city.

Suddenly an idea came to your mind when some old lady started telling you about some dispute that happened a few days ago. You listened attentively about the conflict between the head of the guard and some visitor who assured the man that he could drink five bottles of wine and not get drunk.

You were especially quiet at the end of the story. Thanking the old lady for the information and being glad out loud that you don't drink, you went away with your hands in your pockets.

The plan was born.

You, like your family, had many connections. It will not be difficult to find out information about where Noelle will go, what she will do, who she will help. And as soon as you find out the necessary information, you will help your beloved maid to finish all the business early so that she can finally come home and not fall into your arms limply!

The next day, you can easily find out from some merchant where Noelle went. Having bought a small hairpin in the form of a sun from him, you hurry to the maid.

As expected, she was dragging some boxes. And you even knew who to take the goods to. Therefore, no problems should arise.

You greet Noelle and ask if she needs help. The girl stops, smiles shyly at you and shakes her head. She wants to go further, but you stop her by picking up her bangs with a newly purchased hairpin. The maid blushes, feeling your breath next to her face. She opens her mouth to say something, but then you abruptly take all the boxes out of her hands and run away.

–(Y-Y/N), darling, where are you going?! I have to deliver these boxes to the address! ..

–I know where they need to be taken! Don't worry, I'll just do your job!

Noelle, almost with tears in her eyes, runs after you, stretching out her hand, as if she can reach out and stop you. Despite her physical strength and stamina, the girl is slower than you, since her maid clothes are quite heavy.

You easily navigate the city, shortening the way, and eventually resort to the destination earlier, leaving the boxes and rushing after the next ones. Noelle got a little lost along the way, so when she resorts to her destination, all her work is already done. Maybe the maid is a little out of breath, but since she was not carrying anything in her hands, she feels more cheerful.

The maid purses her lips in displeasure, turns her head in search of you. At this moment, the customer leaves the house and thanks Noelle, immediately noticing the clip in her hair. The man says that the decoration looks pretty cute. "Your lover gave it to you, didn't they?" The maid immediately stops being angry, blushing and trying to hide in her own palms.

Of course, you didn't stop at one time. You constantly appeared here and there, fulfilling Noelle's orders. You almost didn't get into her work as a maid directly (because you didn't know how to clean), but with a big smile you helped to move, paint, find something. You didn't have much free time every day, but you still tried to help Noelle cope with her work, simultaneously asking Jean to send the maid to some long tasks so that the girl could not find herself more tasks.

But one day everything was going to change.

You hear a knock on the door, raising your eyebrows in surprise. Noelle has not been coming to your house for some time, because she is very likely offended. Not understanding who it might be, you go to the door and open it.

Noelle is standing in front of you, arms crossed over her chest and looking unhappy. The girl does not let you greet her by opening her mouth and saying sharply:

–(Y/N), I love you, but I'm sick of it! Why are you doing my assignments?! Don't you have anything to do in between work?! I have to run back and forth all day so that you don't find me and grab my boxes!..

Noelle stops abruptly, covering her mouth with her palms. She turns pale. You look at her questioningly, a little surprised that a nice girl yelled at you for the first time.

–Oh, (Y-Y/N), honey, I'm sorry! – the maid immediately rushes to hug you with tears in her eyes. – I didn't mean to yell at you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I love you! I shouldn't have yelled at you!

You silently stroke her back, imperceptibly bringing her into the house. After closing the door, you hug her for a while until you invite her to sit down to discuss everything.

–So why are you doing my job, (Y/N)? – asks Noelle, sitting opposite you and glancing at the tea with honey, then at you.

–Because I can't bear to see you overwork yourself! – you declare sharply, frowning. – You are constantly running back and forth with these boxes, parcels, packages and many other things. I can't bear to see you come home and almost fall on the carpet, falling asleep. And when you don't come home because you fell asleep at work… Noelle, little rose, I can't see it anymore.

The maid blushes a little, looking away from you. Her voice is quite quiet.

–But... what if people need me? You can't help me forever. I took it on my own shoulders…

You reach out and squeeze Noelle's palm. The girl smiles weakly, smelling the cream with roses.

–I'm not trying to replace you. In fact, I almost broke my back when I was carrying boxes, – you laugh awkwardly while the maid bulges her eyes at you. – Don't worry, I'm fine. And I'll even promise that I won't interfere with your work anymore if you take a little vacation. As far as I know, you have accumulated many days of rest, since you never take a day off. How about... a week?

–A-a week?!

–Yes, a week.

–But it's so much! Maybe at least three days?

–A week.

–F-five?

–A week.

–Six and a half?

–A week!

This dispute continues for some time. As a result, you had to drop Noelle on the carpet and start hugging her, kissing her face, tickling her sides, saying that you would only agree for a week or more. The girl laughs and blushes, cries, tries to move away from you, but eventually still snuggles closer to your embrace.

But the long minutes of fun and persuasion are over. You lie on the carpet, hugging Noelle, sometimes kissing her on the cheek or temple. The girl blushes, breathes heavily, as she did not breathe during work, and eventually turns to you, awkwardly leaning forward to leave a small kiss right on your lips.

–O-okay… I'll take a week. But only one.

You immediately jump up with a loud shout of the winner and start jumping back and forth while the maid on the floor giggles and looks at you from under her eyelashes.

–I love you, my dear, – she whispers softly, and you answer her with a loud. “I love you too, little rose!"

The next week is planned by you as a dating week, and although you want to get away from the city, the maid insists that you stay in the city with her. "And if something serious happens? I have to be on the spot and help the residents!" You want to remind me that there is a Traveler for this, but decide to keep silent, because you won't win this battle anyway.

Basically, you go with Noelle to exhibitions and parks, sometimes you go to restaurants or cook right on the street. The maid has changed her usual clothes to more casual ones, and now it is difficult to distinguish her from other residents of the city. Okay, maybe Geo Vision, hanging on its side, betrays someone special in the girl. But otherwise she is an ordinary civilian who smiles at you so brightly that your heart involuntarily freezes. You would kill for that soft and loving smile.

You never thought this time would be easy. Even on your dates there were problems. And they annoyed you!

Why, instead of looking at Noelle, who with shining eyes tells you about some kind of stone from which the decoration is made at the fair, you have to hold the girl tightly so that she does not run away to help some people?!

Most of the time you managed to restrain Noelle, but sometimes the maid continued to insist so much on helping the local that you gave up. (Of course, only half). You sat the girl on a bench, gave the dessert, which always somehow turned out to be in your hands, and went to help the needy.

Noelle tried several times to say that she could do everything herself, but you just looked at her with the eyes of the head of the relationship (unofficial, of course) and continued to hammer nails. (Sometimes you wish it wasn't a broken box, but someone's coffin).

But in any case, after helping the really needy, you took the nice girl by the arm and led on, chatting and almost not listening to the thanks coming from behind, because you wanted to spend as much time as possible with the Geo user. From the outside, it looked more like friends going shopping, but you didn't even mind that few people knew that you and one cute maid were actually dating.

Of course, sometimes people who have completely lost their conscience get in your way. You could understand old people who need to move something heavy, children who could not get their kites from a tree, young visitors who simply could not find their way to this or that part of the city.

But what about people who are quite capable of doing the job on their own?! You will never believe that men two meters tall, looking like champions in carrying heavy things, are not able to carry some boxes! Noticing your displeased look, they immediately begin to pretend that they are a little sick, and Noelle pulls you by the sleeve, with puppy eyes begging to help them.

You sigh and nod, starting to help the maid move the boxes, simultaneously constantly glaring at the men. They pretend that they continue to die from the disease, and you want to hit them even harder.

After a few minutes, all the work is done, and you ask Noelle to find some flowers so that you can make her a flower crown, since she is your queen. The girl blushes, oops and says that she will find something now. You tell her not to hurry, because you are going to give some recommendations to men about how to treat the disease.

The men laugh imperceptibly at your angry statement, while the maid nods, claps her hands and hurries away to find flowers.

As soon as your sweet girl is far enough away, you turn sharply to the men who hide their laughter with a cough. Your eye twitches, and you go to the most central, the leader, and grab him by the shirt, forcing him to bend down and look into your eyes.

–And what was that? – you growl angrily, barely restraining yourself.

–M? What are you talking about?

–I can see that you are not ill at all! Will your hands fall off if you work at least a little?

–Come on, it's even a joy for your girlfriend, – the man chuckles. – And what are you going to do to us, m? Look at you, you can't even lift a sword.

You smile sweetly at the leader, and then sharply kick him in the stomach. Taking out a dagger in a sheath from the inside pocket of your coat, you sharply pierce the enemy. The other men join the battle, but victory is not in their hands.

A few minutes later, you are sitting on a pile of disconnected men and sigh, looking at the dagger presented by Noelle. "Here, this is for you, my dear! I know you sometimes go out of town and hunt monsters on the way. I would like you to feel safer carrying this dagger with you."

You smile while kissing the weapon, and then jump to the ground, hiding the item back in your coat pocket. Humming, you hurry away, leaving the stunned men lying on the ground.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)? I love you, but I won't be merciful to you!" "Yes, I'm ready. Teach me how to fight, Noelle!"

You can easily find the most charming maid nearby. She sits on the grass and carefully examines the flowers before deftly cutting them with her fingernail. You sneak up behind her and put your hands over her eyes, asking who it is. Noelle screams in surprise and fright, then shouts your name and pokes you in the stomach several times, telling you not to scare her like that.

–I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist – you sit down next to her and hug her from behind.

–Oh, (Y/N)… By the way, what about those men? Did you say what they need to do to heal?

–Yeah, don't worry. They're probably busy right now anyway, so forget about them. Better let's focus on the fact that I will make a flower crown for my little queen, who is also the best maid, will soon become the best knight and maybe even be someone's wife later, – Noelle blushes deeply, swallowing. – And she's also so beautiful and talented… M-m, I love her so much.

The maid laughs as she watches you weave the stems together.

–Probably, the master who created the crown is also very cute. Because only the best, most beautiful person can make such a beautiful crown.

Noelle hugs your hand and puts her head on your shoulder. You don't hold back and giggle.

–We are now talking like those typical sweet couples from books.

–But it suits me. Because I really love you.

You look into Noelle's eyes for a few seconds, and then close your own eyes and bend down to kiss the maid. When you realize that you have been reaching down for too long, you open your eyes and are surprised to find that no one is around.

The girl turns out to be not far from you, laying out a blanket.

–Wh-what?.. Where did you get it from?!

–The knight is always ready,– Noelle giggles, looking around. – I know, I said that we will walk outside the city just a little bit, and then we will go to that exhibition of rare weapons, as we planned, but the weather is so good here… I want to be with you a little longer.

You nod and smile as you sit on the blanket. The maid puts her head on your shoulder again, watching you work. Sometimes she stops you to touch your cold hands and press them to her cheeks to warm them. She always leaves little kisses here and there, smiling shyly. But after a while, she freezes in one place, sitting comfortably on your shoulder.

You think for a long time about which flowers to use when, that you do not immediately notice that Noelle falls asleep on your shoulder. With a grunt, you put down the crown and gently shift the maid's head onto your lap. After removing a few strands from her eyes, you tenderly whisper: "It seems that even with our little "vacation" you are tired. Well, sleep, I'll guard your dreams. I hope you have a good dream, little rose."

You take the flower crown in your hands again and continue working on it.

When a cold wind touches your neck, you decide it's time to go home. Bending down, you kiss Noelle's cheek, slowly shaking it from side to side and calling by name, asking her to get up.

The girl slowly opens her eyes, yawning. She feels something heavy on her head and raises her hand to touch the flowers gathered in an elegant crown.

"It's getting colder," you say meanwhile, enjoying her sleepy face. She almost always gets up before you, so it's rare to see this. "I don't mind being with you anytime, but I don't really want to fight monsters.

–This crown... – the maid suddenly mutters, slowly blinking her eyes, – isn't it for your friend the knight maid?

You can't hide your giggles at how cute and silly Noelle can be who has just woken up from a dream.

–As for me, I delivered the crown to the right place. By the way, do you feel the roses in the crown? I had a couple of hairpins with them in my pocket, so I decided to use decorative flowers in my work, since this very knight maid loves these flowers very much.

Noelle finally wakes up and blinks rapidly, blushing. She gets up and turns away from you with a small smile, trying to hide her blush. You stretch and get up, saying it's time to go home.

Usually the maid is very embarrassed to show her affection in public, she agrees only to small kisses and holding her little fingers, sometimes she lets you grab her wrist. But today, now Noelle is holding your hand tightly, and you are trying not to blush from the determination of the Geo user. The maid insists on taking you home, and you agree, unable to say anything when the girl walks so confidently next to you, squeezing your hand and sometimes touching the crown on her head.

You were taken to the door. You say goodbye to her and say that you had a great time together. Turning around, you are ready to open the door when you hear the cry of your name. Turning around, you see that the girl is running towards you with red cheeks and arms open in all directions. Jumping up, you open your arms in response to catch Noelle, who crashes into you with all her might, forcing you to fall to the ground.

You already want to ask what happened, as the girl takes more air into her lungs and screams: "I love you so much, (Y/N-N-N)!" You don't have time to say anything, because Noelle, who has attracted everyone's attention in general, bends down to kiss you right on the lips.

While you are recovering, the maid is already on her feet, lifting you up as well. She awkwardly hovers in place, trying to hide her face in her palms. But you gently take her wrists and take her hands away, giving the girl a big smile.

–I love you too, Noelle!

The maid giggles and you kiss her on the lips one more time before saying goodbye for good.

Entering the house, you immediately close the door and slowly slide down the wooden surface to the floor before getting up and jumping around the hallway and screaming softly. "She's so cute!"

#genshin impact #gn!reader #x reader #noelle x gn!reader #noelle x you #noelle x y/n #noelle x reader

[joelsdagger]

all the things i would do

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: porn no plot. joel finds an article of clothing that belongs to you and there’s nothing holding him back once he gets his hands on them. 

rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI 

content warnings: [Post Outbreak], established relationship, implied age gap (25+ years), joel is canon age, slightly domestic joel (blink and it’s gone), joel has a panty kink, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), soft dom!joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, pet names (use of baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, love), smidgen of fluff (these two are so in love it’s sickening), an inkling of a size kink (but in my head joel’s at least 6’5, he’s a BIG big man in my brain), joel’s filthy mouth, praise kink, hint of sub!joel, nipple play, one use of the word ‘Daddy’ (moots don’t look at me I couldn’t help it), slight tummy kink/tummy worship, cum eating.  No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader other than having hair long enough that it’s past her shoulders. 

word count: 3.1k

A/N: so, a few things before we get started. i’m new to writing fics and this is my first time publicly putting out a fic that wasn’t just for shits and giggles for my friends and i and i’m so fucking nervous like the amount of times i’ve panicked over this is a little embarrassing to admit but we ball. that being said, i love and welcome constructive criticism as long as you’re nice about it. there was an alternative version of this, it’s more like a deviation (literally sitting in my drafts as we speak) but reader is more involved in the situation, if y’all still wanna read that, just let me know and i’ll work on getting it out for you guys. finally, shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo for encouraging me to actually write this all those months ago and for all your brilliant ideas and encouragement and practically holding my hand through it since day one, @aurasjournal for being such a gem and helping me with the cover for this fic and hyping me up, and thank you to @papurgaatika and @nevergoingbacknowshine for being so kind and encouraging and listening to my 3am rants when i was anxious. another big thank you to kat, aura, and naya for beta reading and helping me during the editing process. all four of you have been absolute sweethearts despite me being a pussy about posting this. okay i’m done rambling, enjoy some of the filth that constantly plagues my brain <3 

Joel’s eyes blink open slowly, the sun peeks into the bedroom through the curtains across the room. For a moment he searches for you beside him, but remembers you’ve already left for the day out on patrol duty. Joel harrumphs, still bothered over letting you and Ellie bully him out of his patrol duties. “You’ve been hurting yourself too much baby,” You had told him a few weeks ago over breakfast. “Yeah, you’re an old man now. You fall over one more time and you’re done.” Ellie snickers from her seat in the kitchen. Joel just rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the dishes, but you had caught the small grin on his face when he turned his head back to the sink. Against the two of you, Joel never stood a chance.

Joel drags himself out of bed towards his dresser to grab a new set of clothes. He throws on a blue shirt that fits a little snug on his well built form, the thin material stretches over his broad shoulders, across his strong back, and pulls taut over his biceps and he grunts as he pulls a pair of dark wash jeans over his strong, thick thighs, securing them in place with a distressed leather belt that he’s had for years. Once he’s dressed, he takes in the mess in the room. He notices both of your clothes from the night before are still scattered around the room.  He bends down to pick them up, he grunts as his knees pop when he stands back up. He starts gathering them up to toss them into the hamper already overflowing with clothes. The last article of clothing out of place is yours. Your black lace panties on the armchair in the corner. He grabs them and his eyes widen when he feels it, the center still wet from him making you come earlier. His cock instantly hardened in his jeans.  

Joel turns on his heel and in just a few long strides he’s in your shared bathroom. He deliberately avoids the mirror, knowing that if he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’ll disgust himself even more. Briskly, he sets the laundry hamper on the tile near the bathtub. Joel brings the thin black lace up to his face, closes his eyes and he sniffs them, breathing you in completely. He groans at the scent of you. His cock painfully hard now. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He’s addicted to you and he knows he can’t wait til you get home. He knows he can’t wait to have his way with you, dig into you any way that you will let him. So, without another second of hesitation, Joel unbuckles his belt, a clink from the metal hitting the edge of the counter, unzips his jeans and takes his thick, heavy cock out, and then brings your soaked panties to his angry, leaking tip. His precum meets the wetness of your panties and he hisses at the feeling. With the wetness of the gusset of your panties acting as a lubricant, Joel begins to slowly stroke himself, wanting to take his time, savoring every feeling, relishing in it. Joel soon becomes too desperate for release, he quickly loses control, his hips moving faster to fuck his hand, his hand tightening around his cock, the grip almost painful now. His eyes are screwed shut, as he throws his head back, the night before instantly replaying in his head.

He had just gotten out of the shower to find you sprawled out on your stomach on your side of the bed, ankles crossed in the air. He rakes his eyes over your form until his eyes land on your ass. You were wearing the panties he was currently fucking his hand with. You didn’t notice him stepping out of the bathroom, too busy looking at the photo album you had just put together. It’s relatively new, most of the pages empty, yet you were looking at the photos you had taken earlier that week at the Tipsy Bison. The one that had your attention was a photo of you and Joel that Ellie had taken. Neither of you looked at the camera, the photo had captured you mid-laugh, head tilting back, eyes shut, it was a full belly laugh at something Joel had said. Joel’s arm was around your shoulder tucking you into his side, smiling down at you, a rare type of smile, one reserved only for you. 

Leaning on the entryway, his arms crossed over his broad, tanned chest, he smiles at the view. You’re in nothing but your panties in his bed, in his home. His feet move without thinking, walking over to you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers over your soft supple skin down your back and over the lace of your panties, and lightly pinches your ass. “So pretty sweet baby,” he says shyly, almost like he’s speaking to himself. You turn your head to look up at him, smiling. Wordlessly, he took the photo album from your hands, placing it on your nightstand. He gets in the bed, carefully sitting on his knees while attempting to avoid loosening the off-white towel around his waist. You roll onto your back to face him, his silver curls still damp from the shower as water still drips onto his strong shoulders. He combs his hair back after a shower and the ends tend to curl up around his ears. It’s been months since you last cut his hair but you like his hair longer, you had whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom, your naked, sweaty limbs tangled up together between his sheets. From that night on he hasn’t asked you to cut it for him. He likes it because you like it. 

While you’re busy ogling him, Joel’s hands immediately reach to trace the floral lace pattern before toying with the little satin black bow at the center front. His rough, calloused hands slide up your bare thighs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and he pries open your legs, his hazel eyes locked in on your center like a bullseye and you notice the cocky smirk he’s got plastered on his face, pleased with himself that he’s already got you wet for him. 

He brings two thick fingers to slide over your covered cunt. He feels the wetness on the material and he pulls back to look up at you and finds your attention on his fingers. “What a mess you made, pretty girl,” he murmurs. You’re watching the movement of his fingers, entranced by his fingers teasing your pussy as he glides them up and down your slit. He clicks his tongue at you, “so wet for me huh baby? Always so wet for me. So perfect,” he smirks to himself as he gently pulls your panties to the side, revealing your aching, needy cunt. He lowers his head placing gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his lips tracing and peppering your skin all the way towards your center, his mouth hovering over the place you need him most and you shiver beneath him. 

“Joel,” you whisper, he chuckles seeing you all worked up for him. “Baby please,” you whimper. 

“What is it baby?” he tuts, “use your words, sweet girl,” he tilts his head slightly with a smug grin on his face. His fingers move up and down your folds. 

“N-need them inside me, p-please,” you whimper as you claw at his forearms, clutching them for stability. 

“Alright baby, lemme taste her first,” He lays flat on his stomach, moves his arms under your legs, and hoists them up over his broad shoulders. He lowers his mouth onto your cunt and the tip of his tongue licks through your folds. He hums at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He flattens his tongue and licks a long thick stripe and he groans lowly, the vibrations making you squirm under him. 

“Fuck, more baby,” you beg. You gasp at the hook of his nose bumping your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, eyes closing swiftly, brows furrowed as you let out a loud moan. 

“There she is,” he smirks. He flicks his tongue over your clit. His eyes slip closed as he relishes in the noises leaving your mouth, like music to his ears. Your hips buck up into his face, selfishly grinding your cunt for more. Joel’s eyes flicker back up your face, “eyes on me sweetheart,” he murmurs. Your eyes snap open to watch him as he brings his fingers back up to your cunt, two thick fingers dip into you and you can hear the wet squelch as he eases his fingers in, simultaneously, he circles his tongue around your clit. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your cunt. You feel the pressure building up more intensely inside of your belly and then you’re chanting his name as he curls his fingers inside you, petting at the spongy spot he knows will break you. He closes his mouth around your clit and he sucks hard. 

“Fuck, Joel, yes yes,” Your hips bucking up into his face, your legs start to shake as you come on his face and your cunt tightening around his fingers, a loud strangled moan filling the air. 

“That’s my girl,” he says as he watches you gasp above him, pressing a quick kiss to your clit. Your eyes flutter open just in time to see him removing his fingers, all wet and shiny, and putting them in his slick covered mouth, sucking them clean. 

Softly, he grabs your ankles, pulling you down towards the edge of the bed eliciting a giggle. His favorite sound…well one of his favorites. His favorite being the next sound that comes out of your mouth when he quickly pulls your panties down. He sees the wet shine of your cum in the center and his face lights up with glee. “You made such a mess ‘a your panties, baby,” he tuts before tossing them across the room. He unties the towel from his waist and lets it fall and it pools around his legs, revealing his thick, heavy cock, the tip angry and beads of precum seeping out of the slit. You place your hands around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, presenting your already spent pussy to him once again and he groans roughly.

He leans forward, his fingers running through your folds once more, and you quiver at his touch. He gathers your cum on his fingers and strokes himself twice before he dips the wide tip of his cock inside of you. A whine leaves your lips. That. That was his favorite sound. He doesn’t push in further… he doesn’t move an inch. He’s teasing you…wants you to ask nicely for it. Like clockwork his voice laced with honey he says “Ask for it baby, ask for my cock.” 

Desperate, you whine again “please joel… I need your cock.” Your needy fingers trail lightly over his soft belly, sitting up slightly, you place soft kisses from his belly button down to the dark patch of hair above his cock, his body trembles at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his belly and a breathy moan escapes his lips. He laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hands near your head, his large form encompassing your smaller frame, he lowers himself down over you, his lips brushing against yours. “Baby, please. Please fuck my pussy” you mewl. He pushes his cock deeper, deeper, and deeper til the head of his cock kisses your cervix, provoking a loud groan from him against your ear as he nestles himself into you, where he belongs. 

“See baby all you had to do was ask politely” Joel cooes. He drags his hips back, leaving only his tip inside you once again and you clench around him. “Fuck, goddamn you’re fucking tight,” he grits. Slowly he starts thrusting his tip in and out. 

You whine again, “Baby don’t be mean. I want all of it.” 

“Shh..I know baby, I know,” he soothes. Then in one long single thrust, he wedges his cock back inside of you to the hilt, bottoming out into your cunt, hitting the spot that only he knows with a loud ragged groan into the crook of your neck. His cock is stretching you out, feeling every twitch, he’s everywhere and it’s overwhelming. He hitches your legs up towards your chest, opening you up more, your chest pressed tightly against his, he drags the weight of his cock languidly between your slick, moaning at the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. 

When you look up at him it’s like you can see a lightbulb go off in his head and before you know it, Joel’s large hands grab the swell of your ass, he picks you up, and repositions you both so he’s on his back and has you sitting on his thick cock. He wants you to ride him. In this position you can feel him in the deepest parts of your belly and it hurts just a little bit but you find pleasure in it, you always have.  

Leaning forward, you place your hands on the headboard and arching your back a bit more, Joel's head falls back down onto the pillows. At the sudden change of the angle, his eyes shut for just a second before he’s snapping them right back open. He doesn’t want to miss a single thing. He wants to see it all.  He watches how your breasts bounce as you move and quickly, he leans up to catch a nipple in his mouth. He’s licking and sucking all over your pebbled nipple and then his teeth graze along the hardened peak before swiftly pulling it between his teeth. He moves onto the other and he flicks his tongue over your nipple, he sucks and nips at it lightly before he lets your tit fall from his mouth, admiring the slight bounce of your breast before his eyes lock in on your face, watching your face contort and your mouth open while you seek your high. It's his favorite thing, watching you like this. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you, you’re takin’ me so well,” he groans. 

The grip of his hands on your hips tightens but doesn’t guide you, just seeks some ounce of control. You lean forward more so your clit brushes ever so slightly against the dark patch of curls at his base. The friction makes you approach your orgasm quickly. Joel’s eyes flicker down to where you two are connected, taking pleasure in seeing his cock splitting you open, watching as it disappears deep inside of you. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck….use me. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock, atta girl,” You roll your hips faster, grinding harder on his cock, greedy and desperate to come again. “C’mon baby, come all over my cock.” 

His words and your clit repeatedly pressing against him make your hips stutter and you clench around him as your orgasm finally washes over you, harder than before. Your body goes limp on his chest. Joel doesn’t let up, he grabs your thighs and lifts his hips, relentlessly fucking his cock up into you. His cock slams into you so hard the wet slapping sound of your bodies fills the room. 

You turn your head and press your lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, you spur him on “c’mon Joel, come for me baby,” you softly rasp. “C’mon baby, for me, do it for me love,” you whisper and he whimpers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the whines that leave your mouth as he fucks into you harder, your walls tighten around him, his cock twitches inside you before he hastily pulls out with a long pained groan and with his cock between your bodies, his cum spurts out, thick and warm, coating his stomach. A moment passes and you lower your lips down his chest, feeling the rough edges of his skin underneath your lips as you pepper open mouthed kisses along his strong torso, the soft skin of his belly, over the jagged scar on his lower abdomen, all the way down his happy trail, you feel him shiver beneath you. 

You sit up on his thighs, locking your eyes with his, you bring your fingers down to his cum on his stomach. You look back up at him, your gaze meeting his as you swirl your fingers twice in his spend and bring your shiny, sticky coated fingers up to your mouth, closing your lips around your fingers, sucking them clean. His mouth agape, he’s staring back at you while you use your fingers to lick up his cum, “dirty girl, one’a these days you’re gonna gimme a heart attack woman,” he groans. 

The memory of it all…you riding him, your naked breasts bouncing, his cock impaling you, watching it disappear inside you over and over, your cunt clamping down around his cock and the echo of your moans as you came last night playing in his head sends him hurtling over the edge.

His cock twitches in his hand, his other hand slamming down on the counter, he groans your name raggedly and his thighs quiver as he comes hard into his fist, harder than he ever has when jerking himself off. He pumps his release into your panties, hot, thick ropes of his cum painting your panties. His cum spurting out seemingly endless for a man his age. 

If you were here in front of him he would pull the fabric up over your thighs, making you wear your cum filled panties before going about the rest of your day.

But you’re not here so instead he brings the cum soaked panties up to his face, eyeing his spend and your wetness for a moment. He stops himself and contemplates the idea in his head as he eyes the glistening sheen over the center. Just as quickly as the thought infiltrated his head, he decides against it and bunches up the thin material and tosses them in the old laundry basket sat in the corner of your shared bathroom. Joel tucks himself back into his jeans, washes his hands, limping slightly as he walks out of your bedroom and closes the door behind him leaving your laundry for another day.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller one shot #tlou fanfiction #tlou one shot #the last of us fanfiction #my writing #noelle writes #noelle's workshop

[izukuszn]

𝟗:𝟐𝟑 𝐚.𝐦

“Baby?” Someone lightly shakes your shoulder, but you only groan in response, clutching at the covers and pulling them further up your body. 

“Wake up, sleepy head,” the voice says, a bit louder this time, laced with amusement. When they rub at your shoulder, hard enough to rouse you but still gentle, you lazily open an eye, revealing Satoru, sitting on the side of the bed. 

The blinds are pulled open behind him, early morning sunlight pouring in, highlighting the edges of his hair. He’s not wearing any eye-coverings, so you get to see him in all his glory, azure eyes set on you. His skin crinkles in the corners as he gives you a soft smile. “How’s my angel?” He asks, leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair back with a warm hand.

You pout, grumpy that he’s woken you up, but pleased that he’s the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. “Mornin’,” you say.

“Good morning. ‘Missed you.” Satoru’s hand settles on the side of your face, thumb stroking your skin as he talks. “You’ve been sleeping for too long, there’s only so much you can dream about when all you need is right in front of you, you know.”

Laughing, you sit up, sheets pooling at your waist, and you reach over to envelop him in a cozy hug as a greeting. You feel him sniff your hair, nose at your neck, rub his large palms up and down your back. Slowly, he maneuvers you back down and settles on top of you, making sure to keep half of his weight on the mattress so you’re not crushed. He ends up with his head resting on your chest, his arms wrapped around you, tangled with you and the sheets. His palms are warm, crawling underneath your shirt to feel your bare skin. 

You place your own arms around his shoulders, one of your hands carding through his pillowy hair. You close your eyes as he invades your senses, content to just lay like this. To bask in this morning with him, knowing that you’re here together. That you’ve been granted this luxury, at least for today. 

“Is someone feeling clingy?” You tease. 

He whines, burying further into you. “So mean to me, baby. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

Giggling, you place a kiss on the crown of his head, and you can hear him sigh against you, satisfied with your affection. 

“Love you, ‘Toru,” you say. You mean it more than anything. 

He momentarily brings his face up for a kiss, grinning at you in that lovesick way that does terrible things to your heart. “I love you too,” he responds, then giving you another. 

The two of you lay there, content to love each other, and enjoy this moment. 

#satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #- satoru #- noelle writes #- drabbles #- jjk #- love. satoru

[lennysfridge]

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[ravynous]

sweet pea — a tender moment。

▌| character/s: noelle, la signora ▌| description: scenarios of the ladies showing you affection and a few relationship headcanons ▌| warning/s: mentions of sickness (noelle’s part), implied employer-worker relationship (la signora); nothing n/sfw though ▌| author’s note: this is super self-indulgent, and i really missed writing for my fandoms. here’s my contribution for @ghostly-march​​ ‘s event, “600 flowers for hu tao”! (also posting this at 1 AM, i apologize for any mistakes) ▌| link/s: masterlist

Noelle

A dull throb in your head made your brows furrow in pain – the thrumming beneath your skull waking you from a deep slumber. Your body feels heavy too, with something laying on your midsection. Feeling around to remove the object proves successful, as your fingers graze over an… arm?

Noelle stirs awake when she notices you move, hands immediately encasing yours. They’re still unusually warm, she notes. She can’t control the way worry grips her heart, because sickness is one of the things, she’s unable to rid of immediately – Noelle could only alleviate your pain.

She keeps her voiced hushed, fearing that a sudden loud sound would worsen your headache. “Good morning, my rose. How was your rest? I’ll fetch you a glass of water right away.”

Instead of letting her leave, you reach out and tug at her arm – Noelle barely having the chance to catch herself. “Stay,” you murmur, voice scratchy after hours of no use.

Her hands – calloused and rough as they may be from her daily work – remained tender. Noelle raises one of your hands and kisses the back of it.

“As you wish.”

Noelle always removes her armor whenever she’s with you. She prefers the warmth you radiate – similar to a hearth in a winter night, ever-giving of light and chases away the biting cold.

She has abs, by the way. If you put your head on her stomach it’s rock hard, not even as a joke, she’s just Built Like That™.

Noelle’s cheeks are SO SOFT, and she doesn’t mind you affectionately squeezing them. You’ll quickly notice her blushing if you start fawning over how adorable she is, even hiding behind her hands when she’s too flustered.

With her vision being geo, her body temperature is fairly normal. This means that your cuddle sessions are rarely interrupted by weather changes.

Her hugs are firm, but never suffocating. With her golden-laced white armor, it can often be uncomfortable – which is why she prefers it to be off when showing you affection. Your comfort is her top priority.

No matter your height, she prefers it when your arms lay on her shoulders. That way, she can sweep you off your feet (literally), if needed.

If you’re sick, she caters to your every need until you fall asleep, and that’s the only time she’ll leave the room to finish all her tasks in record speed. She sits beside your bed, diligently waking you up in time for your medicine and dipping the wet towel into a small basin of water.

Sudden hugs are welcomed by Noelle. Even if she’s carrying heavy crates, she’ll attempt to shift them onto one arm to try and accommodate you. If she can’t, she slightly tilts her forehead towards you – shyly beckoning for a kiss instead.

La Signora

A light touch on your head breaks you out of your focus, and wisps of smoke – steam, you realize, enters your peripheral view as La Signora places a mug in front of you.

“You’ve been away from bed for a while,” she whispers, accompanying it with a kiss of greeting to your cheek. Her fingers move from their position on your tresses, a hint of frost blooming on your skin as she traces a shape on your shoulder.

There’s an endless pile of documents that littered your table. Being her secretary meant receiving an ungodly amount of workload, especially since your lover tends to move swiftly in her missions. And she understands. However, rarely does she ever see you free from work.

La Signora easily lifts you from your chair and settles you on her lap. A command is whispered in your ear, as she lays her head on your back afterwards.

“Continue, my butterfly. Do not let my presence distract you.”

Most of her greetings are conveyed through kisses – on your forehead (anywhere on your face, really), hands, neck– you’ll get used to it.

Do you know how Elsa has gloves to keep her powers in check? Signora’s similar to her in that regard. The main difference is that La Signora knows and is fully capable of controlling her cryo delusion, but she still wears gloves when she’s with you as a precaution.

No matter what attempt you try at hugging her, you’ll always end up in a single position – you on her lap, with her arms around you. Doesn’t let go for a LONG time, unless work matters need her immediate attention. If she can keep you on her lap while reading through documents, Signora will do that.

(Also, I headcanon Signora to be as tall as Lady Dimitrescu – who is more than 9 feet tall. I don’t care about her canon height.)

Despite that, she won’t let you inside of her office if she’s meeting with another harbinger. She doesn’t want you engaging with them at all, plus she wants to keep their relationship strictly professional and keep her lover out of their prying eyes. The only ones you’ve formally met is the Tsaritsa and Pierro.

There can be days, weeks, even months without you seeing Signora. So, whenever she goes home, she heads straight to your shared room and invites you to relax with her. Hearing your voice and watching you talk about your daily activities when she’s gone is her newfound stress relief.

▌| written by RAVYNOUS — please do not copy, edit, screenshot, or repost any of my works. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

#✦ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬「my writing」 #600 flowers for hu tao #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #noelle x reader #la signora x reader #signora x reader

[polaroidpascal]

wip wednesday !! 🤭

making sure i post this before it's not wednesday for me anymore 😭

thank you @joelsdagger for the tag, i know it’s just bc you can’t wait to read this fic so i guess i’ll be nice and post a part you haven’t seen yet… 🫶

this is from my 100 follower special fic that i’m hoping and praying to have out this weekend 😁 it's looking good so far and honestly i need to get this out so this man can seriously stop plaguing my mind 😭

anyways, please enjoy this little snippet of ***!joel (you’ll see what the *** is soon enough… 🤭)

- lyss <3

#wip wednesday #current wip #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #noelle be PATIENT i promise he’s worth the wait…

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can i request noelle with "let me help you please"? and congrats on 800 followers!!

“Let me help you. Please”

Characters: Noelle x gn!reader

Warnings: none

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a/n: I haven't written for Noelle in quite some time, so while I think I did a somewhat decent/ok job, I'm sorry if she turns out to be a bit ooc.

Anyway, thanks for the congratulations and I hope you enjoy!

Noelle

The first time you met Noelle it honestly was a huge surprise to you that there was anyone at the Knights that could match the Acting Grandmaster’s workaholic tendencies. And while Noelle wasn’t a Knight yet, only serving them as a Maid, with the number of tasks the general populace would ask her to do for them, even you’d sometimes forget.

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you saw that girl just relax or take a breath. When she wasn’t fulfilling her actual duties as a Maid, she’d work on her claymore techniques or read books in the library, studying for the exam that was still almost a whole year away. And as if that wasn’t enough, her inability to refuse to take over other people’s tasks caused her to do all kinds of odd jobs in the small period that remained of her free time.

To say that you wanted to help her out would be an understatement, you felt as if you had to help her before all that work and stress would cause her to get seriously sick, probably the last thing anyone would want to happen to her.

Like you often did on your free days, you made your way over to the library, planning to use the morning hours to read another novel from a series you had taken a liking to, only to run into Noelle, already working on sorting new books into the shelves, the job probably given to her by Lisa in a bit to get rid of her own work. You quickly made your way over to her before greeting her.

“Good morning, Noelle, already working at this time of day?”, you asked, causing her to turn around and respond with a smile on her face.

“Oh, good morning to you too. This is just my break from work, Lisa was nice enough to let me take over some work, so I’d get to familiarise where the new books are located.” So it was Lisa, you thought, only for your mind to land on what Noelle said earlier.

“Break?”, putting the new books in shelves certainly didn’t fit your definition of a ‘break’, so when Noelle started using her fingers to list off the different tasks she had already finished, you couldn’t help but wonder how that girl hadn’t fainted from overworking herself yet. “You know what? Let me help you”, you offered before trying to get hold of a few of the books yourself, only for the Maid to stop you.

“Don’t worry, I’m doing fine by myself, but thank you for your kind offer”, she responded with a genuine smile, only for it to be replaced with a look of confusion when she noticed your worried face.

“Let me help you. Please”, you asked again, your voice more determined this time, causing Noelle to try and re-assure you that she could perfectly handle it herself, telling you that she needed to learn how to do things on her own if she ever wanted to become a knight, only for you to quickly shut that idea down.

“That may be true, but do you think the knights would be where they are today if they didn’t learn to rely on each other? Teamwork is the backbone of any successful organisation”, you responded, quite honestly having no idea what you were talking about. The only recent family member of yours that was part of the knights was your great-uncle Stanley, a man you hadn’t even gotten to know yourself. But somehow, be it by pure luck or your great argument, Noelle’s eyes suddenly widened in realisation.

“You’re right. That’s something I’ll have to work on”, she stated and while you didn’t exactly like her choice of words, making it sound as if she was planning on spending hours of her free time reading about how to work better in a team, you decided to go with it.

“Exactly, realising one’s weakness is the first step to get better”, you began before reaching out for the books once more, “So how about we sort these books together? As a team”, you offered, only for Noelle to excitedly agree and hand you a few of the books in her arms.

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[micheya]

Reader who's a solid middle between smart and idiot

Part one: with the idiots

mentions of: Noelle, Zhongli, Itto (separate interactions)

No mention of pronouns

Part 2 coming soon: Diluc, Kaeya, Probs more

i beg, even if you have to make a side blog to not tarnish your main blog. please reblog, they count more for something than the hearts in the algorithm

Summary: the reader being bang in the middle of the idiot of the smart people and the smart of the idiots.

With the idiots it's a case of "I have to protect them with my life-"

But no:

"Oh my gosh NOELLE STOP THAT'S NOT WH-"

In Mondstadt when Noelle is overworking herself for others completely misinterpreting a request and maybe about to do something crazy.

.......

"And where do you think you're going in the dead of night?"

There is no way she was travelling Liyue again for a mere bracelet supposedly woven by the Geo Archon himself. You're sure the person was just exaggerating, hoping Noelle would bring a replacement in place of the usual delivery service.

"I was hoping I would bring it in time for her birthday, Mary said-"

"Mary lied. Her birthday isn't tomorrow, and I've done my research. At most it was simply a shop collectable. Nothing to do with Rex Lapis." you sighed at the sight of her posture wilting a small stuttered 'O-oh' leaving her lips.

"I told her no. She's going to order and wait the normal delivery time. You're busy tomorrow anyways, so go to bed right now."

"But-" you didn't spare a word and instead blankly stared at her, your eyes squinting ever so slightly, your resolve unmoving. She didn't dare refute anymore, seeing your side and reluctantly letting out a dejected ok, before heading to her dorm.

She hadn't realised how exhausted she was until she lay down and almost instantly passed out.

__

Then there's:

"Zhongli. Put. it. down."

In the nation of commerce and contracts, Liyue, being the creator of the worldwide accepted currency you'd think he'd understand the importance it held when making such expensive purchases.

There are many moments like this in which you have to be quick to grip his wrist before he picks up an object. And in many of these moments there's a quiet wrestle. It's clear he's the stronger one but it's about the mental block of the purchase. It's exactly why both you and him seem to settle in a stalemate; like an arm wrestle with no victor.

"No one is paying for this. Don't you dare."

you both paid no mind to each other's eyes. instead your gazes were left on the two contesting hands.

"It is-"

"I don't care what it is, as far as I'm concerned I'm the one paying. Even if you did so happen to remember your wallet, out of good conscience I couldn't let you squander yet again."

"Please understand that-"

"I will run away if you try to make the purchase."

Zhongli closed his eyes in thought, you did once threaten to never go shopping with him again, and he has yet to completely pay you back for the last purchases, though he was making steady progress with it.

"Mmm." He gave in settling it down, in the corner of his eye watching your stern expression soften in relief. "My apologies, I'll just request this item be reserved for a future purchase."

"Zhongli..." you groaned.

"Please understand that this item is..." and as intelligent as this man was, you thought as you both walked out of the store (with him rambling yet again), sometimes he flabbergasted you with the lack of wisdom he had when it came to shopping.

Or maybe it was just a lack of self control.

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And more:

"-ITTO DON'T EAT THAT-"

of course in Inazuma when your one and oni best buddy is feeling a bit peckish due to a lack of snacks. He's been on yet another losing streak with his onikabuto battles and has done nothing but whine about it that day you were traversing Inazuma with the traveller.

You don't know what sort of mushroom he picked up, but it didn't look like the usual, you and the traveller would cook for dinner.

But why should that matter, he's the great arataki , numero uno, Itto. This silly little thing should pose no trouble to his 'Stomach of steel'.

Well...

"Boss, why on earth would you eat such a thing despite their warnings?" your call to kuki shinobu was responded to quick, as she made no trouble of meeting you in the hospital room where Itto lay.

"Huh...Sh-shinobu? Why- Why's your neck all loopy?" you cringe at his reactions to whatever hallucination he was going through.

"You're the one that's loopy." Shinobu and you mutter together. The two of you locked eyes before shaking your heads and sighing.

but if it's the other way around, I'm the one walking into walls, forgetting things constantly and having things click a little bit late.

You feel you sighed a lot when around him.

Just noticed how all of them are Geo users...Huh.

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[joelsdagger]

let it flow | frankie morales x f!reader

read on ao3

pairing: sub!frankie x f!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 4.4k (i think something possessed me bc this was originally 1k lmao) summary: you start a new form of birth control which has many side effects but frankie takes advantage of one side effect in particular. warnings: canon divergent, established relationship (reader and frankie are married), sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, body worship, pet names, nipple play, mommy kink, lactation kink, mutual masturbation , praise kink, pre-ejaculation, overstimulation, cumplay, cum eating, fluff.  No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader. um i think that’s it? *scratches neck* disclaimer: this is literally for shits and giggles bc a friend and i were talking about sub!frankie having a lactation kink, but we weren’t feeling the whole pregnancy trope so i found a loophole hehe. after extensive research, i found that certain types of birth control that include progestin *can* increase lactation as well as breast enlargement and tenderness, so i tweaked this specifically for the purpose of this fic. i don’t study medicine so some of this isn’t 100% accurate so if anything is wrong just remember this is just for horny fun and i changed some things to fit what i was going for. if this piece is not for you, that’s cool, obviously not everyone is gonna be into the same stuff but please just move along and let everyone else enjoy the fun.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first fic i was so incredibly nervous about it but yall have been so so kind. technically, i told myself i would post this friday for frankie friday, but the longer shit stays in my drafts the more i start to hate it and the urge to scrape everything grows too strong lol. this one is for kat and lyss who gave me this idea and then we screamed about it til 1am. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo and @papurgaatika for beta’ing and literally always saving me bc i can never read my fics from start to finish so they always come thru during the editing process. and shout out to my pinterest QUEEN, @aurasjournal, for helping me with the visuals. thanks for reading i hope you like it <3 super cute divider by @saradika

You’re staring back at yourself in the foggy mirror of your bathroom, assessing your breasts, they’re full, heavy and they ache. This is the fourth day in a row of feeling the consequences of your new birth control and the pain has only gotten worse. “The shit we do….fuckin’ birth control,” you mumble under your breath. 

You had switched to a different form of birth control earlier in the week, the IUD route wasn’t working out so well for you. For starters, the pain of getting the IUD implanted was unbelievably excruciating and on top of that, you had ParaGard (the copper IUD) implanted which didn’t have hormones so you were still getting your period. Your periods were heavy and painful and you have been seeking an alternative solution to stop them completely. At your last visit with your gynecologist, you both agreed to switch you over to taking birth control pills. 

Your physician had informed you that the pill form was a progestin-only contraceptive that would decrease the bleeding during your menstrual cycle or possibly get rid of it completely if you skipped the placebo pills on the last week of your pack. There was one not-so-tiny problem, you were not told that being on the pill would make your tits swell and you sure as hell didn’t know the damn pill would make you lactate. 

Earlier today you practically sobbed to your doctor on the phone. 

“Doc, sorry to be blunt but my tits fucking hurt,” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, the pain had become unbearable.

“That’s pretty normal hun, it’s a common side effect for some women. As I told you on Monday, the use of a hormonal birth control that contains progestin can increase the likelihood of producing breast milk even if you aren’t pregnant. It’s your hormones adjusting to the pill and it’s going to take your body three to four months to adjust,” your doctor explained.

‘Wait three to four months,” you shout, "Doc, you didn’t mention anything about that. What the hell am I supposed to do?” you ask rashly.

Your doctor hesitates, “Well, we could go back to the copper IUD but then-”

“Then, I’d get my period yeah absolutely not,” you frantically cut her off.

“We could book you to come back in and try another route but I’m booked until the end of the month,” she suggests. 

“Of course you are, you’re like the only nice physician in the office, everyone wants to see you,” you laugh bitterly.

“There is something else that may help until we can see you in the office...many women have said that it helps,” she says.

You cross an arm around your chest, wincing slightly as your arm presses tightly against your chest, before dropping your arm back down at your side, “Okay…what is it?”

“You could massage them or have your husband stimulate your nipples,” she says nonchalantly. 

“Stimulate my nipples?” you hesitate, your eyes widening at her suggestion. 

“Yes, have him use his fingers or-”

“You’re not serious?”

Your doctor chuckles at your curiosity, “Yes, nipple stimulation and other sensual activities, can trigger and release the hormone, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the love hormone. Once oxytocin is triggered, your hormone levels are boosted and then it increases arousal and stress relief. Once it's released into the bloodstream, it helps alleviate breast tenderness and breast pain as well assisting with the flow of breast milk so yes, it’ll help.” she says pointedly.

You stare ahead, wide eyed and mouth agape. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

“Look honey, many women have come in and told me directly that it helps, believe it or not, it even helps induce labor, but that’s beside the point, many women have been in your position and they have reported that it works. So at least try this out, and see how it makes you feel, just until we can get you an appointment and have you come in and then we can try something else. Alright?” she asks. 

“Yeah alright, thanks again Doc,” you huff, your hand rubs at your temple before dragging it down your face. 

“No problem hun, keep me updated through the portal,” she says. 

“Will do,” you hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. 

That was six hours ago and now you’re standing in your bathroom as you wait for the bathtub to fill up. You read online that heat therapy could reduce some of the pain. While your husband was at work, you sprawled yourself out across the couch with a heating pad on your chest. It managed to ease the pain for a bit until the set timer turned the heating pad off and the second you stood up, the pain worsened again. 

To be honest, you’re a little embarrassed to bring it up to Frankie. It's not like Frankie won’t want to do it, he’d be very interested but what the hell are you supposed to say to him. Hey honey, my tits hurt and they’re leaking breast milk. Can you play with them a little so they feel better? He loves to engage in a little titty appreciation but this is a whole different ball game. You really aren’t in the mood to have this conversation with Frankie tonight, unsure of how he would react and possibly causing a bigger issue. 

You can hear the TV through the bathroom door, Frankie is watching some game. But when he hears you croak out in pain when you remove your bra, hands clutching at your swollen breasts, he moves lightning fast towards the bathroom door. 

“Querida, are you alright in there?” he asks through the door, his hand wrapped around the door handle.

You bite down on your lip, sighing before you finally bite the bullet and admit what’s going on. You crack open the door just enough so he can hear you better. 

“It’s-,” You let out another exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Remember, a few days ago, I went to my gynecologist and we decided to switch birth control methods?” He nods, eyes full of concern. 

“The pills are making my hormones go crazy and they’re making my tits swell and well…” you pull the door open to gesture towards your breasts. “I’m like a fucking pregnant woman but without the damn pregnancy,” you grumble. 

You immediately clock the worry on his face but Frankie can’t help the fact that he is practically salivating when he looks down at your tits. You notice his jaw slacken, his lips part as he takes in the curve of your breasts, they have grown a noticeable difference in size. You hear him inhale sharply when his stare drops to your nipples, dark and swollen. 

Suddenly feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, you bring a hand up to cover your breasts, he inhales once again before speaking, yet you speak before he does, “It’s fine, apparently a bath will help, and I’ve got the water running. I’ll be out in a few minutes babe,” you press, a tight smile on your face. 

You see it all over his face, he wants to help but he doesn’t know how. His big, deep brown eyes filled with worry. “Okay baby, I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” he says quietly, eyebrows still raised. You can sense the uneasiness in his body language but he doesn’t press the subject. 

You thank him and shut the door, hearing him step back towards the bed. You slip off your panties and toss them into the hamper, then step into the hot water, sighing as you dip beneath the water.

After a few short minutes, you slowly bring your hands up to cup your breasts, experimentally kneading them. You press your hands more firmly and you bite down on your lip as you try to muffle a quiet moan. Huh. It does help. You continue toying with them until the water is no longer warm and your fingers become pruny. 

Dragging yourself out of the water and stepping out of the tub, you pull the plug out, the water spinning through the drain. Leisurely, you dry yourself off, pull a thin white tank top over your head, and drag a clean pair of blue lace panties over your legs. 

As you open the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, you grab your fuzzy robe from the hook behind the door, wrap it around your damp body, and head into the bedroom to catch the rest of the game with your husband. 

Yet, to your surprise, you find the TV off and instead see Frankie sitting up in bed, one hand tucked behind his head and the other holding his phone as he squints at the screen. 

You chuckle as you walk over to your nightstand. “Thought you were supposed to be wearing your glasses?” You tease, your lips forming into a smile.  

“I look dorky with ‘em, ‘sides I don’t need them right now,” he mimics your tone and turns his head to watch as you pump some of your cocoa butter body lotion into your hand and work it into your skin.  

“So, I did some googling,” he starts, a sly smirk creeping up onto his face as he continues, “It said…messaging them and sucking on them would help.” His eyes are still on the bare parts of your damp skin, completely enamored by how your skin looks in the dim light of your bedroom. 

You tense, hands freezing, streaks of lotion yet to be fully rubbed into your skin, “Baby, that’s ridiculous,” you laugh him off. 

“No, I’m serious look,” Frankie sits up and moves across the bed, holding out his phone for you to read the article he was studying beforehand.

“I don’t know about this Frankie,” you shake your head, frowning while you avert your eyes from his. 

“Come here,” smirking devilishly as he brings his hands up to your arms, pulling you towards the bed. 

“Frankie–” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

He tilts his head up to look up at you with those big brown eyes that you often find difficult turning down. “Trust me,” his hands rubbing up and down your arms soothingly.  

“You know I do, Frankie, the hell did I marry you for,” you tease, you sneak your hands behind his neck and interlock your fingers as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his head.   

“Then c’mere, let me help,” he whispers and it sounds more like a plea. He’s pulling you down onto the bed, guiding you to sit up against the pillows. His hands find your robe, untying the knot in the soft belt across your waist. You lean forward slightly while he pulls your robe off slowly,  his eyes watching your face, searching for any indication to stop but he doesn’t find any. 

He tosses the robe behind him on the bed as he leans down over you, nudging your legs open as he settles himself between your legs. He brings his hands back up to the thin material of your tank top, cupping your tender breasts in his large hands. 

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, fuck–, so pretty baby,” he babbles lowly, goosebumps erupt on your skin, even after years of being married to him he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel so desirable. 

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumb sweeps over your nipple back and forth, you whine softly as your hands find his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. It hurts but it’s pleasurable, the pressure he’s using feels better than what you were doing earlier in the bath. 

Frankie pinches your covered nipples between his rough fingers, hardening under his touch, you hiss when he tweaks them tightly, Frankie pauses, his eyes meet yours for a moment, “it’s okay–feels good, keep going,” you whisper to him. 

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples and sucks it through the material with his other hand still fondling your other nipple. “Fuck– that feels good Frankie,” you moan, he whimpers lowly and feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth falls open and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder around your nipple. 

His mouth lets go of your breast, you look down to see the wet patch that formed over your peaked-covered nipple before he hastily pulls the tank top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, Frankie lets out a shameless groan when his eyes hungrily lock on your bare chest like a missile to a target. 

He leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your breast. You feel the warmth of his breath over your breast, a tingling sensation sneaks down your body. His hot mouth closes around your pebbled nipple. 

“Shit, Frankie,” you arch further into his mouth, and he moans and his tongue flicks up against your peaked nipple, and then he bites down softly, his eyes open, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Frankie feels a slight warm gush fill his mouth, his eyes slip closed, whimpering around the bud. 

You tug on Frankie’s hair, pulling his mouth away from you, your stomach twisting at his reaction when he feels the gush of liquid filling his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen-”

“Baby, hey, it’s okay. I was just surprised-” 

“No I know, it’s just gross,” you frown, feeling the pang of embarrassment in your belly.

“It’s not–it’s not gross. I–I liked it,” Frankie says sheepishly. 

“Really?” you ask softly. 

He laughs lightly and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another just below your jaw. His beard scraping along your skin as he places wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, all the way down past your collarbones until he reaches the valley of your breasts once again.

“Relax baby, I got ya,” he whispers against your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your head falls back against the headboard, and your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, petting at his long brown curls. He ducks down to bring his mouth to your nipple, he parts his lips around the bud, his tongue circling around the bud a few times, licking at your nipple, he closes his lips and sucks softly before tugging it between his teeth, he hums around it, making you grasp at the sheets beneath you, a low ache building in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it baby boy,” you say softly, petting his hair. You open your eyes when you feel him press his cock against your leg, his cock stirring in his boxers at your praise. 

He’s loving this, loves the taste of you and loves how good he’s making you feel. 

His hand palms your other breast, squeezing and kneading the meat of your tit, beads of milk collecting at the peak. He takes your nipple in between his calloused fingers and pinches it harder between his index and middle finger, the milk pours out from the bud down his hand and onto his forearm. 

Frankie feels the warm liquid on his arm, his mouth letting go of your breast, his pupils full of lust never leaving your face as he lifts his left hand up and licks a long slow, thick stripe from his forearm up his hand. Your mouth falls open and your chest heaves at the sight. 

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he groans, his eyes closing at the taste of you. His cock twitches against your leg, now painfully hard in his boxers. 

He dips his head back down and licks up the milk leaking down your torso up to your nipple. He moans once his hot mouth latches around the stiff peak and his tongue swirls around it. He laps up the warm white liquid he’s sucking out of your breast. “There you go baby, just like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes and your head falls back against the headboard. 

One of his knees perches onto your leg, he grinds his cock against the meat of your thigh, he moans deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts. “So, needy for me huh, baby boy,” you tut, gripping firmly onto his soft curls. 

He whines quietly, and unbeknownst to Frankie, he starts rutting his hard length against your leg in slow, shallow thrusts, you feel a rumble of a moan in his throat around your nipple. At the sudden movement, your head snaps up to see your husband getting himself off against your body, his teeth sinking into your breast. 

You’ve never seen him like this before, he’s insatiable and relentless and it makes your pussy pulse and clench around nothing. 

“Ohhh that’s it– good boy Frankie,” you moan breathlessly, feeling him suck harder on your breast with a deep groan.

You grab at Frankie’s hair again, your hand combs his hair back while tugging at his hair, gently pulling his head back and he whines loudly when you pull his mouth away from your breast. You catch a glistening sheen on his lips when you direct his head to your other breast. 

Your eyes meet his dark, blown out pupils as your thumb rubs his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. You thumb the bottom of his plump, soft lip, wiping the milk off of his mouth. Your thumb slips between his lips and you whisper, “Who’s my good boy?” 

He shivers beneath your touch, “I am,” he murmurs softly, his head resting down on your chest once again. Your hand cradles his head and you move your hand down along his head to cup his face.

You watch your husband’s eyes shut as he closes his mouth around your nipple and continues suckling from your breast, “Fuck– Frankie, keep going,” you pant into his hair, your hands still toying with his curls, eliciting another whine from him. 

He shifts and begins fucking himself into the mattress once again, seeking any type of friction possible. 

Watching your husband getting himself off to your body sends a sharp, hot spark of arousal down your spine straight to your core, your pussy throbbing and your panties now wet and sticky with your slick. 

You smirk and bring your lips down to his ear, whispering the word that you know lights a fire within him.  “You’re making mommy feel so good baby,” and Frankie whimpers, his mouth swallowing your breast whole, his hips grinding down faster into the mattress. 

“That’s it, baby, atta boy, such a good boy for mommy,” you coo into his ear. Frankie lets out a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and groaning when he feels himself spilling out all over the inside of his boxers. Your mouth falls open, your eyes wide as you stare at him, realizing he just came simply from putting his mouth on you. 

His hips shudder, occasionally jerking erratically, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he hisses from overstimulation, you continue whispering praises into his ears. 

While his mouth works on relieving your breast you take matters into your own hands, bringing your fingers down to your neglected cunt. You press your fingers into your covered slit, feeling the wetness of your pussy through the material before pushing your panties to the side. You move your fingers to your throbbing clit, circling eagerly while his tongue swirls over your nipple. 

He bites down on the bud a little more harshly, feeling another gush of warm liquid in his mouth, “tastes so good mi corozòn,” he whimpers against your breast, closing his eyes while his teeth nip at the wet bud. 

Feeling a cooling wetness from his eyes seeping onto your breast, you briefly look down to find tears stinging his eyes from the pleasure, the teeth marks on your nipples, your skin all wet and red from his mouth. 

He continues sucking at your breast, licking up the sweet taste of you into his mouth and moaning around your nipple, savoring the taste. 

You slip your fingers into your wet heat with a moan. “So good, Frankie, ohhh– you’re doing so well for mommy,” you gasp out while grinding your hips up into your own hand.  He whimpers, his cock twitches, throbbing lightly against the mattress, he’s getting hard just from hearing that word once again. 

Your other hand roughly tugs on Frankie’s soft locks, pushing his head further into you, swallowing more of your breast into his mouth. 

Frankie was too far gone to notice, but you realize he’s grinding himself into the bed once again, still moaning and whimpering into your tender flesh. You thrust your fingers into your pussy, timing them to Frankie’s thrusts into the bed, the wet squelch from your fingers thrusting in and out obscenely echoes in your bedroom. 

“That’s perfect, Frankie— don– don’t stop…shit. I’m so close–” You curl your fingers inside yourself, petting at the spongy spot deep inside while his teeth nip and lick and suck at your tit. 

You shout Frankie’s name as your back arches off the bed, legs shaking around Frankie’s body when your orgasm finally sweeps over you. 

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, moving fast to sit up and back on his knees, his hands making quick work of pulling off his underwear. His cock bobs up against the soft swell of his stomach. He hisses when he wraps a large hand around the girth and he thumbs the wide blunt of his tip smearing the beads of pearly white dribbling out from the slit. 

Your tongue pokes out, licking your bottom lip before biting down on the flesh. Your hands massage your breasts, your fingers pinching your erect, sensitive nipples under Frankie’s fucked out gaze. 

Desperately, he fists his cock over your figure. “Come, baby. Be a good boy and come for mommy,” you order him while staring into his eyes, dark and dilated, his mouth hanging open as he strokes his cock. 

Your low voice and your words are all he needs to bring him over the edge. The thrusting of his hips gets more erratic as he jacks his cock tighter in his hand and increases the pace, the wet, lewd slap from his strokes gets louder, his whimpers and pants filling the otherwise quiet room. 

“There you go, atta boy, give it to me Frankie, let it out," you encourage him softly. 

Your eyes watch the muscles in his soft belly tighten and his thighs tensing up, his moans growing louder and louder and louder, his eyes roll back into his head, “Fuck– mami,” a long drawn out, agonizing groan slipping past his lips, you watch as his cock twitches in his hand, his hips stammer as long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint your stomach. 

“That’s it baby, just like that, you did so good. So good Frankie,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you, still catching his breath while he watches the last of his cum spill onto your swollen breasts, he groans seeing the marks he’s left on your skin. Your tits are covered in splotches of red and teeth marks from his mouth, his come and the milk from your breasts leaking down your chest and onto your stomach. 

His hair is a mess, his pupils are blown out, he looks completely in a haze, utterly fucked out. You smirk up at him and click your tongue, “You made such a mess on mommy, Frankie.” 

His cheeks warm, the redness creeping down his neck and chest, he’s embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, his hand scratching the back of his neck.  

You move your fingers down your stomach, gathering his cum onto your fingers, “Don’t get shy on me now, come here my love,” your other hand reaches for him.

He crawls up towards your side, you slip a coated finger into your mouth and you close your eyes and hum. Frankie curses quietly to himself, seeing your pearly-covered finger slipping into your mouth and back out devoid of sheen. 

You bring a finger up to his mouth, your fingertip pressing against his lips, “open,” you order. You take advantage of his jaw slackening, sticking your glossy finger into his mouth and his lips close around your digit. You feel his tongue flatten underneath your finger then swirls it around your finger as he sucks it clean, he closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he moans at the salty taste. 

“See, I keep telling you, you taste good, sweetheart,” you smile down at him, tucking a single brown lock behind his ear. 

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel so good,” you tell him while holding his patchy-bearded face. He chuckles timidly before pressing his lips to yours, licking behind your teeth, tasting himself in your mouth and mumbles a faint I love you against your lips.  

Frankie pecks your lips again before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. You hear him flick the light on and the tap turning on and off while your eyes drift shut. You feel the warm wet rag dragging across your tummy and your tits, and then down between your folds as he cleans you up with tenderness. 

You open your eyes again when you hear him pad off towards the bathroom once more, watching him toss the washcloth back in the bathroom before he tucks himself into your side and nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin.  

Frankie’s low voice breaks the comfortable silence, “Next time it hurts, you tell me cariño, ‘m more than happy to do that again,” he says shyly, feeling the smile on his face against your chest.

You fail to suppress your giggle, “Yeah, you enjoyed yourself didn’t you, sweet boy?” Your fingers run through his long soft brown curls, your fingertips grazing down his neck, a hint of sweat at the end of his hair along the back of his neck. 

“Mhm,” he hums, and you grin into his hair, pressing your lips to his messy curls, your eyelids heavy with sleep. He feels your fingers still, Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done mi vida, I still need to make you come again.”

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #sub!frankie morales #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x y/n #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #noelle's workshop

[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ vii

part six - part eight

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ life goes on and it's up to you to decide who stays and who goes.

➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ reader really growing and living her best life like she should. Spelling mistakes add character 😉 if you haven't been tagged, know that I either wasn't able to tag you or simply forgot to add you to my list, I'm not ignoring you, please send me a message if i did!

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charlesgirlies can you tell zoë to stop growing so fast? 🥺

yukisan who's the other girl?

↳ bott_ass their nanny

yukisan since when?

bott_ass girl how should I know? 😭

norry4 cutest little kid on the block 😍

milliexoxo ❤️

mrsnorris once again lando hanging out with them..

↳ norrizz okay and?

mrsnorris what about Charles? How would your bf react if you hang out with anorhers guy all the time?

norrizz pretty sure they broke up

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norrizz no girl because in one if her vlogs she's moving, she now lives in Nice without Charles or is that something couples do nowadays??

chilisainz so what if her and lando hang out, they're good friends! You should follow y/n a bit more before you judge them..zoë adores lando and the other way around. They're good friends

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↳ y/nusername and now we've lost dory :(

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norrislandooo idk lmao y'all Charles girlies so obsessed with y/n and all the people she's hanging out with

milliexoxo I'm 19 that's probably why I look so young, thanks 🤩

norrislandooo oh god, she's one of us 😭

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↳ landonorris just like her mum

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manon_roux ma petite princesse me manque :( (missing my little monkey)

bott_ass can't wait to see you and jenson judge Danica on love tv 😍

↳ hamilt44n honestly can't wait for y/n to shut Danica up

charliecharlie I don't think jenson would've survived another season without y/n 💀

charles_leclerc ma jolie princesse ❤️ (my pretty princess)

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↳ norry4 the nails 😭

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Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-com @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki @dark-night-sky-99 @sheslikeacurse @nerdreader

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Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew

#lando norris x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x you #charles leclerc x you #lando norris #charles leclerc #lando norris fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #f1 x reader #lando x reader #charles x reader

[ravynous]

your words flooded my senses。

▌|﹫ᅠcharacter/s ⦂ noelle, eula ▌| ⌕ᅠ description ⦂ genshin ladies in romance fantasy tropes from manhwas. ▌| #ᅠ warning/s ⦂ none ▌| ➛ᅠpinned comment ⦂ inspo – @/xiaowhore’s genshin boys in a fantasy otome game, @/primofate’s genshin characters as royal au plots ▌| ≡ ᅠlink/s ⦂ masterlist, more rofan au! – tba.

THE LOYAL MAID RESCUED FROM THE SLUMS. If someone new had step foot inside your home, the thought that comes to mind when seeing her is a pleasant ambience and her balletic movements. However, visitors be warned, should their demeanor show foulness against Noelle’s master, they will be met with The Unforged.

Perfection is a must, if not then shame would be brought upon your family name – it would affect you. And so, it is a never-ending cycle of learning, memorizing, and training.

Her most treasured memory was of you offering your hand to her, an orphan abandoned in the streets, and your innocent smile. This resulted with both of you growing up together – attached at the hip and rarely seen apart. Noelle swore an oath to protect you, even at the cost of her own life. The vigor had returned to her for she had found her purpose in life, and what bigger purpose did she need besides becoming your most trusted servant? Even if you had found love that was not with her, she would still offer you her heart, and watch as you give yours to another.

Noelle was very much aware of her position. Even as your parents decided to marry you off to an earl – someone of much higher status than your family – she never spoke of her budding feelings. Until you snuck into her room late at night and begged to run away together. Who was she to refuse? When her dreams are full of living a life with you, only to meet the dull gray of her quarter’s ceiling.

THE RUMORED BARBARIC DUCHESS OF THE NORTH. Eula Lawrence was named a hero, but the people whispered fearfully, of the monster that ravaged the northern lands. She had no mercy, they said. Their fear was deep-rooted from the power that the Lawrence family held – known for birthing powerful sword masters. So, it caused an uproar when the townsfolk heard that the young child of a baron couple proposed to such a person.

You’ve heard the whispers – monster, murderer, even as far as calling her death itself. It did not deter you in offering marriage to Eula. You sought stability in the harsh social circles of high society, and a duchess could certainly give you that. However, you found out that it was all hearsay, as the duchess’ cheeks bloomed in a pink hue – mumbling about vengeance.

Her words were sharp, but she explained that it was due to her upbringing. A little shy in escorting you, a little scared of hurting you. So, you take the first step, you take her hand, and you sway to a slow dance in your developing relationship. Your marriage isn't perfect, but she tries — to see you shine, to see you smile, to see a future with you.

▌| ⚠︎ ᅠby RAVYNOUS — please do not copy, edit, screenshot, or repost any of my works. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

#ꮺ ravy.writes #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #eula lawrence x reader #eula x reader #noelle x reader

[darkbluekies]

Hey blue! How are you? I just wanted to say that i LOVE your OC Hedwig. When could we get more of her please? (Oh and i'm not forcing you to write about her right away ofc, take your time!!<33)

Let her burn

Female!yandere x reader

Summary: someone is trying to take you from Hedwig, and she will not allow it, she will watch them burn.

Warnings: basically assault, reader blaming themselves, arson, public humiliation, hitmen, bully mentality, fake friends

Word count: 3.4k

The sun is out for once and everyone in school — even the ones you would classify as allergic to the sun — is outside in the school yard. You and Hedwig’s group of popular rats have occupied one of the tables with benches. You're sitting on the bench and Hedwig right above you on the table with her face turned upwards, eyes closed. The others talk about parties they're invited to, what they're going to buy with the money they've made, what clothes look good and what makes them nauseous — extra points if the clothes already exist on a person in a fifteen meter radius.

You stand up. Hedwig turns down her head and looks at you through her sunglasses.

“I'll go buy a juice from the vending machine”, you say. “The sun makes me thirsty.”

She's about to grab her handbag and join you, but you shake your head.

“You can stay, I'll be back in a minute”, you say.

“Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly. 

You nod and turn to walk before she has a chance to protest. You need to get away from Hedwig and her friends' constant shittalk. You've never heard Hedwig join in on their degrading teasing, but she has her own reasons for you wanting some minutes to yourself. Reasons that others are jealous of you for. 

You walk into the school and breathe out, run your hand through your hair. Deciding that if you don't want Hedwog to suspect that you ditched her and her friends because of their presence, you make your way through the empty corridors to the vending machine and take out the wallet that Hedwig gifted you. You pop a few coins into the slot and hover your finger over the juice option.

“Y/N”, a voice says.

You turn your head to one of the girls that hang out in Hedwig’s group, Noelle. She's in the cheerleading team — captain, even, if you're not mistaken — and is always judging the other girls on the team. You hear about it at lunch every single day. Confused, you look at her. What could she want you? She has never wanted to speak with you before, always pretended that you don’t exist … or at least that’s what you thought. 

“Uhm … hi”, you say and glance behind you, to see if someone else had sent her. 

“‘Uhm … hi’”, she chuckles, taking a step forward. “Is that the best you can do after all the time we’ve spent together? You act if this is the first time we’ve met.”

“Technically it is. You’ve never tried to speak to me before.”

“And you’ve never tried to speak with me either, not only my fault.”

You turn around and press the right button for the juice and watch it fall down from its shelf. You can hear Noelle move closer behind you and you’re not sure why your heart skips a beat, and why you’re suddenly on high alert. Maybe it has something to do with the students who have hurt you because of your relationship with Hedwig, or maybe the fact that you know how Noelle acts. You’ve never liked her. 

“You know … if Hedwig hadn’t been so quick to snatch you, I’d given you a shot”, she says, suddenly too close to you for your liking. 

You can’t help but be … surprised? 

“Really?” you question before you have time to stop yourself. 

“Of course”, Noelle says as if it was obvious and that you were stupid for not recognizing it, making you feel stupid.  

“I uh … didn’t know.”

Noelle scoffs out a laugh and you want nothing more than to leave, but you don’t want to be impolite to her, don’t want to give her a reason to talk bad about you … but you have a feeling that’s going to be inevitable. You squeeze the juice packet like a stressball. 

“We should go back out”, you say and try to walk past her, but she grabs your arm. 

“I won’t get to talk to you while we’re out there”, she complaints. “Hedwig’s so fucking insecure. She can’t even let you talk to anyone else without becoming jealous.”

You’ve never been this uncomfortable before. You’re frozen in place, confused on what to do. Noelle is Hedwig’s friend and you don’t want to upset her, but you don’t wish to conversate with her any longer. 

You only manage to mutter one excuse that actually lets you go. “I have to pee.”

“Two deciliters of sugar …”, Hedwig reads aloud and grabs the sugar package. “Should we do a little more? Just in case? I don’t want the pie to become bitter.”

“Why would it be bitter?” you question from the other side of the kitchen aisle. 

Hedwig looks up from the deciliter cup she’s holding, looking clueless. “Rhubarb is bitter, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I don’t think the pie will be bitter.”

“Let’s just add a little more … just in case.”

Your eyes glue onto the trees outside the window, replaying today’s events. You haven’t told Hedwig about yours and Noelle’s conversation, not sure if you should. Hedwig can’t stand knowing that other people could have an interest in you, and she can’t let things go easily. If you tell her this, that could be harmless, she might go around dreading it for weeks … which will go out on you too. But it feels wrong to keep it to yourself. Noelle basically hit on you … shouldn’t you let your girlfriend know? But what if Hedwig thinks that you liked having Noelle basically hit on you? What if she becomes mad at you? 

“Sweetheart?”

You flinch and look up. Hedwig’s looking at you with worried eyes from across the kitchen aisle. 

“You aren’t listening”, she says quietly and lets go of the whisk. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No”, you say and shake your head. “I’m just tired. My head hurts.”

You lower your head to avoid looking at her. You feel dirty, somehow, as if you have betrayed her even though you didn’t want to talk to Noelle. Besides, you didn’t do anything, right? Why can’t you look her in the eye? 

Hedwig walks around the kitchen aisle and cups your cheeks in her hands, directing it up to her. She runs one of her hands through your hair. 

“My poor girl/boy”, she coos with a pout. “Do you want something? A cup of tea?”

You nod. Hedwig smiles and lets you go. She walks over to the marble kitchen counter and turns on the kettle. You’re presented with a cup of breakfast tea just a few minutes later. Hedwig hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek before leaning her chin on your shoulder. 

“You will get some rhubarb pie soon, okay?” she says. 

You nod. Hedwig continues to whisk things together as you watch and slowly sip your tea. A message notification pops up on your phone, from an instagram profile you recognize. You don’t follow it, because you’re not allowed to follow anyone else but Hedwig and your family, but you see who does. The profile picture is taken on school grounds, in the cheerleading uniform. 

“meet me tmr in the music room at 11 i wanna tell you something”

You stare at your screen, feeling your body go numb. 

“Y/N!” 

You flinch again and look up to meet Hedwig’s eyes. They’re burning with rage and worry. 

“Why aren’t you listening to me?” she asks and frowns. “I’m talking to you.”

“I’m sorry”, you reply. “What did you say?”

“Can you open the oven?”

You get up from your chair and walks over to the oven, grabbing the handle. 

“Be really careful”, Hedwig says. “It’s hot. Don’t burn yourself.”

You open the oven, but your hand lingers for too long, burning the side of it. You shriek and jump back, clutching it with your other hand. 

“Oh, my Gosh, Y/N!” Hedwig exclaims and rushes the pie into the oven. “I told you to be careful!”

She closes the oven and hurries to wash your hand under a stream of cold water. 

“What is with you today?” she asks worriedly. “You’re not yourself.”

“I’m just tired”, you lie. 

“Is that all? Really?”

“And my head hurts. I told you.”

“Y/N-”

“I just need to rest.”

Hedwig sighs and pulls you with her to the bathroom where you’re sat down on the toilet seat while she looks for bandaids. You feel oh, so guilty. Hedwig takes care of your hand and gives it a soft kiss. She looks you in the eye in a way that makes your stomach twist. You want to tell her about her friend, but you can’t predict the outcome. 

“You would tell me if there was something going on … wouldn’t you?” she asks slowly. 

You can’t bring yourself to answer. If you open your mouth, your voice will fail you. Instead, you choke back your words and give her a small nod. It looks like she wants to say something, tell you that she doesn’t believe you, but keeps quiet. 

She curls up closely in your arms that night. If you try to remove your arms, she’s quick to pull them back, as if she’s assuring herself that you’re still here — with her. She’s always curled up in your arms at night, with her head on your chest, but tonight her embrace feels even tighter. 

The days go by. Noelle seem to pop up whenever you’re alone, which has made you stay closer to Hedwig than usual. She doesn’t seem to mind it. She holds your hand while talking to someone else, nuzzles up in class, always keeping close. But she looks at you in a way you can’t understand, as if she’s waiting for you to say something, impatient yet scared of what’s to come. 

And one day, when you’re walking to the bathroom, you hear her voice again. 

“Stop ignoring me”, Noelle says angrily. 

You turn around to look at her and gulp. Why do you feel so small? Why does she scare you?

“I’m not ignoring you”, you say exhaustedly. “I just don’t want to talk to you. We have nothing to discuss. Why do you keep on insisting?”

“Because I know that I’m a much better girlfriend than Hedwig could ever be. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Okay? But I don’t want you-”

“You don’t seem happy with Hedwig anyway.”

You flinch. “That has nothing to do with you, so please just let it be. I want to be left alone. Things will be weird in the group if you continue with this.”

“I'm not the one making it weird, if you just accepted to talk with me then-”

“You don't want to talk about anything, though? You just want me to break up with Hedwig! I’m going back now. Move”

Suddenly everything feels too fast. Noelle grabs you and pushes you up against the wall. You yelp and try to push her off, but her cheerleading activities have built her muscles that overpower you. For a moment, you’re absolutely terrified. Before she has the chance to do anything, however, she's ripped off of you and thrown to the side. Shocked, you look to the side, seeing your girlfriend walk in front of you — which, if anything, makes you even more shocked. You have never been happier for Hedwig’s clingy behavior.

“No, get your fucking hands off of them!” she exclaims jarringly and gives Noelle a harsh push to make sure that she gets farther away from you. “Back off! Are you out of your mind?! Who do you think you are, touching my boyfriend/girlfriend? Absolutely insane! Have you no fucking manners?”

She takes up her phone in her shaking hands, about to call her father.

“I regret ever befriending you, oh my God”, she spits. “I will make sure you pay for this-”

“No, wait, Hedwig”, Noelle pleads, suddenly pathetically aware of what she’s done. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh, so now you’re sorry, huh?” She looks up from her phone, shooting lightening at the other girl. “Not when you texted my girlfriend/boyfriend behind my back? Or when you demanded them to break up with me? But now that you’re caught you’re sorry?! You absolute scum.”

She had seen the messages? You lower your eyes, feeling that horrible shame creep back. 

“I don’t ever want to see you near them again”, Hedwig spits. “Trust me, I will let everyone know what you’ve tried to do. Believe me.”

“I won’t do it again”, Noelle says quickly. “Hedwig, please, come on-”

Hedwig grabs your hand tightly and pushes past her. 

“Move”, she demands darkly and drags you out into the sunlight. 

Hedwig doesn’t let you go until she has pulled you far away from all the other students, until you’re hiding by the canteen delivery entrance. Hedwig is shaking from head to toe, her hands trembling too much to navigate her phone. She sobs harshly, tapping the screen violently until she throws it against the ground with a scream. You flinch. 

“H-Hedwig …”, you say hesitantly. “I’m sorry.”

Hedwig’s eyes dart at you in disbelief, offended that you even thought that any of this oculd be your fault. 

“N-No, Y/N-”, she sobs, choking on her own tears. She grabs your hands before rambling. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

“How did you … know?”

Hedwig wipes her runny nose with the sleeve of her school uniform and hiccups through sobs. “W-When you were sleeping I went into your phone, because I thought that you were acting strange and—and I saw her messages. And when I saw that she went after you to the bathroom I had a feeling that she would—would do something. I’m going to make her pay. I’m going to ruin her life.”

“Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

Hedwig shakes her head firmly. She hugs you tightly, hiding her face into your shoulder. You’re unsure what to do, but eventually place your arms around her. 

“I w-want to go home”, she sobs. “I don’t feel well.”

And you do. 

Hedwig sits down on her bed, clutching her phone in her hand. You can’t catch her attention, even though you try to call out her name. 

“Hedwig, what are you doing?” you ask for the fifth time. 

Finally, she looks up from her phone. 

“I’m telling everyone in the groupchat”, she says. “I promised that everyone will know what Noelle did.”

With Hedwig’s contacts, soon the entire school will know, you think. 

“She made a mistake”, you say. “A very idiotic mistake, but is it really worth this?”

“She was a friend”, Hedwig spat. “She knows very well that you and I are dating and she decides to just … disregard that? No, she deserves it all.”

You can feel the air in the room get switched with something poisonous. You can’t breathe. 

“I think I should go home”, you say and get up from the armchair. 

Hedwig’s head flinches up towards you. 

“No!” she gasps. “Please don’t go!”

She lets go of the phone, sprints up from the bed and hugs you. 

“Please stay”, she begs weakly. “Please.”

“I can’t take more of this silence.”

“I-I’ll put on a movie! You can watch whatever you want, just please stay here. Don’t go.”

You’re soon cuddled up in bed with Hedwig having her arms around yours, still tapping away on her phone in silence. 

The very next day when you come to school, everything seem to have changed. People are looking at the two of you and you can tell, by the pitiful looks in their eyes, that they know what happened yesterday. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you feel like you’re in the wrong and that everyone else think so too. 

You meet up with Hedwig’s friend group who immediately tells her how they've always thought that there was something off with Noelle and how disgusting she is. Yesterday, they all loved her. And suddenly they have felt off about her for so long? You fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

You look at Hedwig in disbelief. Do you hear this?

Her eyes twitched. Oh yeah. 

Her grip on your hand tightens. 

While you’re talking, you see how Noelle enters the school yard. She has dark circles under her eyes and looks … small. You almost feel bad for her. The group gives her nasty looks. 

You don’t see the small ‘I-told-you-so’ smile on Hedwig’s face. She drinks it all in, sunbathes in her misery. But it’s not enough. She has humiliated her in front of the entire school and ruined her reputation … but it’s not enough. The sight of her makes Hedwig’s blood boil. She wants her gone, removed out of her sight. Wants her dead. 

She had promised herself not to do it again, but she can’t let Noelle come and go like this. What if she somehow manages to fix her life and reputation? What if she starts a new school and no one knows about what she’s done and starts to like her? She has to disappear. 

Hedwig looks at you and sighs. You are worth it.

“I have to go to the bathroom”, she whispers. “Can you come with me?”

You nod. While Hedwig goes into the bathroom, she takes up her phone and calls the number she has hidden away behind a contact name called ‘Abbe’s Bakery’. She holds the phone to her ear. But this contact is neither named Abbe or owns a bakery. 

“Hedwig, it was a long time ago”, a male voice says on the other side of the line. “Why do you suddenly need me again?”

“My relationship is threatened again”, she says in a hushed tone. “I need to get rid of the threat. You have to help me.”

“Sure, what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to burn her in.”

That night when you’re sleeping soundly beside her, she crawls out of bed, making sure not to wake you. Oh, God, if she wakes you … she wouldn't forgive herself. You look absolutely gorgeous when sleeping. No soul in the world is allowed to disturb your peaceful slumber. Hedwig wants nothing more than to cuddle up beside you, hold you tightly in her arms and drift away to another dimension, but she has to make sure the girl pays for what she did.

“I'll be back soon”, Hedwig whispers, knowing full well that you can't hear her. “I will make sure nothing ever happens to you. You will never have to worry as long as I am here.”

She kisses your forehead as softly as she possibly can to not wake you up. She tucks you in and sneaks out of her room. Her heart swells with adoration for you. It only makes her more certain. She has to do this — for you. For your safety. And for her own sanity.

Hedwig wears a black hoodie, pulls the hood over her head and makes sure that none of her hair will be visible and quietly makes her way out of the mansion and runs past the gates. She doesn't take a car or scooter, scared that any security cameras in the city will catch her registration. She runs through the night, not wanting to miss the show. The only thing keeping her company is the sound of her own breathing and her shoes hitting the asphalt underneath her. 

She arrives just in time. Red, yellow and orange flames has started to lick at the house on the other side of the road and is quickly embracing it. The flames climb higher, reaching for the moon. Hedwig can hear screams from inside, hears glass being broken … and all she does is smile. She revels in the sight. 

You deserve it, Hedwig thinks. You should never have tried to take my partner from me. 

She decides to leave before neighbors and firefighters start to come running. It’s with a smile that Hedwig returns to her room and takes you in her arms. You whimper in your sleep and she’s quick to hush and stroke your hair. 

“Don’t wake up, it’s okay”, she whispers and kisses your cheek. “Everything is okay now, you’re safe. You’re okay.”

She smiles widely. Everything is okay now. 

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Fix You

~Fix You by Coldplay~

Author's Note: requested Summary: Nate shows up to Y/N's work unexpectedly Warnings: Blood, broken nose Word Count: 1,112 Nathan Mackinnon x fm!reader

She stood at the nursing station, writing notes into some of the patients charts. She kept her gaze on the computer, despite the ruckus that was going on throughout the ER. Her friend and co-worker, Noelle leaned against the counter, she had a knowing smile on her lips.

Y/N lifted her gaze to meet Noelle’s gaze. Y/N’s eyes widened as she tilted her head to the side. “What did you do?” she asked, dropping her hand to the side. Noelle shook her head as she clamped her mouth shut, pointing towards the trauma one bay window. Her fiance, Nate, was sitting on the ER bed arguing with the training staff.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled as she shot up from her chair and manuvered through the many bodies in the living room towards the door. She shoved her way inside. “Nate? What the hell?” she asked as she met his gaze, he tried to smile but his nose was completely shifted to the side. He squinted his eyes shut as he held his breath.

His face was covered in dry blood. “Nate, what the hell!” she asked again as she shoved past a few of the other doctors and nurses. They gave her concerning looks, many of them completely unaware of how they know each other.

“It’s fine,” he let out, his voice rasped. 

Her eyes widened as she smacked her hand against his arm, “This is not fine, what happened tonight?” she asked as she squeezed his bicep, her heart beating faster. He met her gaze, his eyes starting to blacken already.

“It looks worse than it is,” he mumbled as he clenched his jaw back, one of the nurses shut the blinds in the room. 

“It looks like Adam Foote’s nose,” she let out, sadly reaching her hand over, delicately resting her hand onto his chin. Turning his head back and forth.

“You say that like that’s a bad thing,” Nate let out teasingly, he bit his bottom lip as he rested his hand onto the small of her back.

“We’re checking for a concussion and possibly a more serious TBI,” the trainer said, widening his eyes as he met Y/N’s gaze. She furiously shifted her gaze back towards Nate. He licked his lips as he sighed.

“Shoulder to nose,” Nate mumbled, flinching slightly as one of the nurses tried to wipe more of the blood off of his skin. He shrugged her off.

“Nathan, let her help,” she scolded as she tightened her grip along his arm. He turned and met her gaze. He rolled his eyes as he tilted his head towards the nurse. He shut his eyes, letting her try and wipe the dry blood off of his skin. She ran her hand up and down his arm. He clenched his jaw as the woman delicately wiped his skin.

“Can I see the hit?” she asked one of the trainers. He pulled the Ipad from his bag and handed it to her. Nate tilted his head to the side as the Nurse adjusted his face to try and clean more of his skin.

Y/N gasped as she watched the Bruins player hit him and Nate flying into the air, the blood that poured from his nose afterwards. “Oh my god, honey,” she mumbled as she tightened her grip around the arm. 

“It’s honestly not that bad,” he let out as he met her gaze. She took a deep breath as he reached his hand around her back, “Can we get this MRI over with?” he asked one of the doctors. They shared glances as they nodded. He looked towards Y/N, her eyes welling up in tears. “It’s probably just the nose,” he muttered, widening his eyes, “Who needs a straight nose anyway?” he muttered, smiling. He flinched. 

“It’s not funny, Nate,” she let out, a soft sob rising in her throat. 

“I’ll be alright,” he mumbled as he rested his hand onto hers. The doctor cleared his throat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s time for the scan,” the doctor muttered. Nate nodded as they began rolling him out of the room.

~~~

He laid on the couch, his head rested in her lap as he was holding an ice pack against his nose. They told him he was out for six weeks due to the severity of the damage to his nose. She ran her fingers through his hair as they were watching the Avalanche game in Calgary. 

“I’m fine, I don’t nee-” he expressed as he pulled the ice pack away from his nose, she dropped her gaze. She clenched her jaw as she stared towards him harshly. He let out a huff as he placed the pack back on his nose.

“If you were fine, the doctor would’ve said so. Keep the ice on your damn nose,” she scolded as she shifted her gaze back towards the TV. He rolled his eyes as he clenched his jaw. 

“What’s ice gonna do?” he protested again.

“Help with the swelling, you know that,” she said as she tapped her hands against the top of his chest. “You’re a professional athlete, asshole,” she mumbled while shaking her head. He let out a long drawn out breath as he adjusted the ice pack on his face.

“Six weeks seems like too much time,” he let out as Naz scored a goal. Y/N rolled her eyes again as she continued running her fingers through his hair. 

“They’re up by four goals, my love, they can survive without the Dogg, for a few weeks,” she said as she pulled the ice pack away from his nose, getting a better look of his eyes. His eyes were swollen and bruising. He pouted his lips slightly before he shifted his gaze back towards the game.

“Don’t like watching from my couch,” he muttered while shaking his head. She took a hold of his face, forcing his gaze back towards her.

She leaned down and kissed his lips briefly, “Your nose needs to heal, my love. It’s the worst broken nose Dr. Rochester has ever seen, Nate,”

“Don’t remind me,” he mumbled as he placed the ice pack back on his nose. He shifted his gaze back towards the screen. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his forehead. 

“They’ll be back in town tonight, you can bug them at practice tomorrow,” she mumbled as he tilted his head back. 

“Obviously,” he mumbled before he pulled the ice away from his face, puckering his lips. She smiled before she leaned down and kissed him. “Love you,” he whispered as she hovered her lips against his.

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