#noelle's workshop

[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 of yours 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

[nightskylersstuff]

I built Spamton and Noelle pixel art in Terraria a few months ago. I just was bored, so why not to try

Actually it was pretty fun, but a little hard

Also look at Noelle at night. I like how her nose is glowing, lol

#deltarune #terraria #spamton #deltarune noelle #It was built on builders workshop map btw

[blackheart-6]

hi yall

umm, its been a minute 😰 sorry about that yall

ive been very busy, and the early months always make me unmotivated. plus, ive also been busy with a commission!!!

i havent done commissions in forever, so i was excited when someone wanted one 💙💙

its a disco themed noelle! this was very fun to do, it was a neat idea!

but, this made me wonder, would yall ever be interested in commissions? i liked doing them, when i used to regularly do them years ago, and it would be nice to make some extra money.

i had it cost $20 dollars, but idk if that was a good price or not, so if anyone was interested id have to workshop it ^^

#art #my art #digital art #deltarune #noelle holiday #deltarune noelle #commission #disco

[mllky-way-galaxy]

Hellooo :3 it's ivy agiannnn! I changed my account, and I have an idea ! Redson, monkey king, and tang with a s/o that's like noelle holiday, including the powers, (and maybe a small angst about the snowgrave route, if you know what that is)

(If you don't know how she acts here's this from Google Noelle is friendly and cheerful, but also very timid, and sometimes has trouble saying what she's thinking. She apologizes often, and stays quiet about her feelings, such as her possible crushes, or her distaste for Berdly, out of fear)

Her powers are ice based, she can use sleep mist, and pacify, and ice shock

Your writings still so good!!! Sorry I was gone for a little bitt, I've missed your writing thoughh!!:3

✦ 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰✦ Redson, Tang, & Wukong x Gender-Neutral reader

✦ 𝓡𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱✦ with a reader thats like

✦ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼-𝓾𝓹✦ Fluff, spelling errors

✦ 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼✦ you & me same sister. literally said i was sick then i got food posioning

𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓼𝓸𝓷 "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂"

Ugh, you opposites he’s fire and you’re ice, those never mix well together. Well, that's what everyone else says but does he look like he takes anyone's criticism, especially from a mortal?

He doesn’t like how you keep on saying sorry for literally nothing! Even saying sorry to the desk you accidentally bumped against a table in his workshop or even worse a mortal. A normal insignificant, useless, good-for-nothing mortal that you just apologize to.

Before you got together you both had the biggest crushes on each but neither wanted to say anything about it even if it was so obvious that it was just killing everyone. Spoiler: he caved first, he couldn’t handle it, he wanted to be with you so bad. He wanted you.

Honestly, you both have a water bed. Why? Duh, so both of you would be able to sleep better since you just need the cold and the heat so you stay on separate sides of the bed. Buttt there’s an exception when it comes to cuddles <3

𝓢𝓾𝓷 𝓦𝓾𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓰 "𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰"

He ain’t nervous when it comes to you and you don’t need to either! Don’t feel bad cuz you’re shy if you ask him that’s what makes you cute—just watching the blood rush to your face when he does something out of nowhere—ugh he could go on all day about how he loves you <3

If wondering he confessed first since he’s the man 🧍‍♂️since it’s obvious you like him back with the way catches you staring and looking away when you notice he’s looking back or how you gave those anonymous gifts sometimes (duh he knows it’s you) 

You’re a bit hesitant to ask him about anything like if you wanted a kiss he can tell but you won’t say it —just in the corner just to figure out how to ask him—so cute! <3 he loves it but just LOVES it adding to the fact when finally does it without you being able to ask your face is just a bright red colour the cold air around you immediately going hot.

But then you just apologize for ruining the mood again by acting weird—ugh again like why? He wants to kiss you so much that you lose your mind and short-circuit immediately. (Say sorry again he dares you)

𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰 "𝓜𝓻. 𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰"

He always asks you what’s wrong whenever you try to hide your feelings from him—he can tell. You have that sour and sad look on you’re face before turning back to a smile, he rather have you smiling instead of forcing it. AND it’s over something silly like being too shy to ask for a kiss since you’ve already asked for so many from him.

Got sick by you…just your ice powers were a little bit too powerful one night which gave him a cold the very next morning. It’s fine yet you were absolutely horrified and apologized so many times while taking care of him. (not like he’s complaining since you're taking care of him.

if you liked this, consider tiping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

#✦ Mllky-way writings ✦ #sun wukong lmk #sun wukong x reader #lmk wukong #monkie kid wukong #lmk tang #tang x reader #redson #redson x reader #lmk redson x reader #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x y/n #lmk #lmk x reader

[reigadoodle]

New Rivals of Aether Steam Workshop modded stage! ❄️

"Did anyone else wander around this screen as a kid?"

Ice Palace Glaceir, based on the related DELTARUNE Spamton Sweepstakes (which had its one year anniversary recently) linkmaze page!

What secrets lie in this nostalgic iceberg? Maybe from stock to stock, a rogue memory may pop back up… It's a real gaming mystery, how Fun !

(Noelle mod shown above by Lukaru, Spamton by me and the Spamton dev team)

#deltarune #rivals of aether #spamton sweepstakes #noelle holiday #noelle deltarune #mod stuff

[travelers-gaming]

genderbending the travelers in my head is very fun actually. things would change but also nothing would be different

Krouse would be butch. (already goes by last name which is Butch Behavior, wears a suit) which unfortunately means that Franziska Krouse would be spinning in my head so rapidly that she becomes perfectly spherical from the friction.

noelle (Noel? name still being workshopped) would be like a crowbar I could use to get my friend to read worm because he's a trans guy who enjoys when there's Meat and Blood and Hunger as Motifs in a story and Noel would be a trans guy with Meat and Blood and Hunger as motifs.

I'm going to be entirely honest I think Jess is weird enough genderwise that a genderbend would change nothing except now she paints her nails. this is because Jess is the best.

Girl Cody is fascinatingly toxic and chronically online.

Having some trouble thinking about Girl Luke, but I do think that she would have been a big fan of Miss Militia before getting simiurgh'd.

Boy Marissa would just be named Mars

#parahumans #worm #travelers #francis krouse #perdition #genesis #trickster #noelle meinhardt #echidna #luke #ballistic #marissa #sundancer

[cybernetic-panda]

Okay so I finally got the spell slots to write my first little fanfic! Any feedback is appreciated andddd whatever else!

It's been a year since the events of the movie. Orm traveled for a while but still wanted to grow his familial connection with Arthur and Atlanna. Arthur has a friend relatively nearby to the lighthouse. Allowing space between the two brothers, but Orm is close enough for Arthur to tap his guidance. 

Noelle works as a blacksmith. She sells stuff online and travels for conventions, is obsessed with Atlantis weaponry and armor. Met Arthur when he was younger training with Dafoe Char and begged to see his cool ass weapon. Is a metahuman essentially like a wyvern. Her scales are bronze she can withstand high temperatures and can hold her breath for 60 minutes. (Like a water dragon essentially) Functions okay in society mostly wears under armor to cover the scales that show on her limbs and makeup on her face. 

The high point of Noelle's year was finally being able to get her hands on Atlanis scrap metal. After nagging Arthur for years she'd finally got the best gift from him. Well, not so much from him but telling his fantastic mother, Atlanna, what she wanted to make. Low and behold not less than 24 hours later Arthur presented himself at her workshop with a beautiful haul. 

"Can't believe you complained to my mom Noe." He huffed throwing down the sack of metal. "I was gonna get to it eventually."

Humming Noelle nodded and started to sort through her new treasure trove. "Christmas is right around the corner Arthur. I can't make Orm's gift with the shit I have here, it had to be from Atlantian metal." She pauses and turns to give him a stern look. "If you had gotten the scraps I asked for I dunno, fifteen years ago when I started asking I would've been done AND been able to make you kickass weapons for those last couple big bad fights you've had. So swim off my friend I will see you in three weeks, as you still took your sweet time I have to work straight to the day of to make Orm's gift."

Arthur breaks out in a grin and begins to walk away."I expect a cool gift too this year! And a fucking kickass weapon for Junior!"

"Of course, I'm making Juniors' first trident, I'm the royal blacksmith!" Noelle quipped back without looking at him.

"Yeah still gotta go through "official" channels for that, still hell ya!"

-Fast Forward Three Weeks-

"Sorry for being late! Doing some finishing touches." Out of breath, Noelle breached the front door of the lighthouse. 

Tom was the first welcoming face Noelle catches. "Don't fret you're not late, just finishing up Junior opening presents first.' Wrapping his arm around Atlanna he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Heard we'll be seeing something impressive from you this evening." 

Laughing awkwardly "Well I certainly hope so, if it's okay I wanna give Orm my gift really quick. Don't think I can wait another second! I wrapped it and whatnot but I'm excited to see him open it." Tom motioned to the back porch where Orm and Arthur were having what looked like a heated debate. "Thank you!" Noelle placed her bag of gifts to the side and clutching the weapon case proceeded to the backdoor.

"You cannot just allow anyone to come into Atlantis if they beat you in an arm wrestling match. That one makes no sense, two is not a basis for immigration or visitation. I agreed with you in revealing Atlantis to the surface world, but I cannot agree with such a pufferfish-brained idea!" Orm finishes his tangent with a huff and runs his hand through his hair. Looking up he spots Noelle coming out and unfurrows his brow. "Noelle tell Arthur that flexing his muscles at everything is not the answer." 

Chuckling Noelle breaks into a large grin, "You know he's joking Orm. I mean if it's the same 'arm wrestle to barter, debate, etc.' idea he had when he was seventeen then I assume he's joking." Turning to Arthur Noelle cocks her head questioningly. "Ruffling his feathers again for fun?"

Getting up from where he was leaning on the railing, putting his hands up in a defensive manner, "Ya got me! I already took your notes for an ideal visitation selection and immigration policy for surface dwellers and Atlannians. Still working on conditions for both to visit safely, but eh ya know nerd stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna head inside and let you kids enjoy a moment.' Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Orm and Noelle, Arthur sauntered back in the house. 

"Alllll right well whatever on that. Orm! I have a Christmas gift for you!." Noelle thrusts the case on Orm with an oomph! and began to watch him with giddy anticipation. 

Orm takes a second to recover and evaluate the case in front of him, as he does Noelle not being able to contain her giddiness starts to describe the case.

"SO I was thinking of a combination of land and sea, you'll notice them with the whole gift. The case is made of a couple of layers of driftwood and I got your mom to help with the Atlantian Script."  Orm runs his hands over the Orm Marius etched into the box and smiles. He places the case on the railing has his carefully opens the case. As he opens the case completely his breath catches in his throat and he freezes. Sensing some confusion Noelle steps closer and continues her description. 

"So all royals have a trident annndd yours broke so ta-da! The handle is made from a piece of your mother's original trident Arthur was able to find. And then.." Noelles' voice fades away as Orm focuses on each inch of the trident. After a moment he finally starts to grasp the the weapon with both hands to take it out of its case. Miracously its feels like an extension of himself, the weight of the weapon feels right. When moving his hands a bit more something catches his right hand he lifts it up closer and sees inscribed on the handle in Altantian 'OceanMaster'. Noelle's voice fades back in," I had put OceanMaster because ya know I think it fits you in the way you've Mastered the ocean and are an advisor to the King of the Oceans. I can buff it out if it is too much." Noelle nervously sways back and forth on her heels looking down and waiting for some form of answer.

"I accept." Orm finally replies after what feels like hours. Noelle looks up in confusion as Orm gingerly leans the trident on the railing swings around picks up Noelle in a bridal carry. "I accept your proposal and will be honored to be your husband. I'm sorry I have nothing prepared in return." He kisses her tenderly on her lips as she still processes what he's saying. "However," He leans in close to whisper, "I can certainly make it up to you when we go home this evening." 

#orm marius #orm x reader #prince orm #aquaman 2 #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #little blurbs that keep playing inmy mind #patrick wilson

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Almost as if divine intervation or karmic humor struck, Cait arrived with the very expensive materials. "Please take them to the workshop, thank you very much" She told the men that carried the boxes. She left them a very big tip.

Noelle blinked in surprise as they were delivered at once. That looked to cover almost all the commercially available materials that could be obtained on runeterra.

Other parts, like what Saraph was working on coveres the rest. Anything else would need to come from Asova, or be personally collected herself.

After the deliveries are made, she clears her throat. "...so....how much do I owe?"

#piltover sharpshooter

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January Writing Goals

I've gotten a little momentum going with Kairos in Retrograde (Snape/OC) and so I'd like to keep on drafting that for a while. My hope is to start posting again in June-ish, and to have a backlog of chapters so that I could (hopefully) post more regularly. So in January, I'll continue drafting on that project, along with the thing I'm working on with Mr Noelle. I'll also be doing a poetry workshop, so I need to get some poems written for that.

I hope you all have a lovely January!

#writing #pro snape #snape x oc #snape fanfiction

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* it’s Deltarune’s 4th anniversary! I have nothing to offer except for this bad prediction for chapter 4 lol, this post will be kinda long but oh well

* ok so awhile ago I made a prediction about what chapter 4 could be about that’s all based around Sans saying we could maybe see his brother in 2 years, and just me believing that the next 3 chapters could come out next year

* so I was kind of imagining how chapter 4 would play out, since, if the status update image names are anything to go by, we’ll get to hang out in Hometown for a bit, probably for longer than we get to in chapters 1 and 2. However, I still feel like there’s gonna be some dark world stuff (aside from going to the castle town) in the chapter, so here’s my prediction:

* I’ve imagined the ending of chapter 3 to be that, once the fountain is sealed, Kris and Susie wake up before Toriel and Undyne do (or, in Undyne’s case, she’s just dead, but either way), and Kris collects everything that became a darkner and leaves with Susie to take them to the Castle Town, and that’s where chapter 3 ends.

* chapter 4 would start with Susie saying that, after the night they went through, they should just get to hang out for a bit, take a (small) break from the dark world shit, and so they do, and there’s a number of things that you need to do, like go to the diner, check if Onionsan is back from their investigation, maybe go see Noelle, who knows. And after that’s all done, we go to the Castle Town to deliver everyone. We do whatever we can do there, go see Queen’s Room, so more challenges in the dojo, and we see the characters that were performing starting in the one gif start to set up their show, saying that we should come back later to hear them play, and so you leave

* once you leave, the game will tell you to check your phone, and there’ll be a voice message from Sans. He would start the message in the same way he starts his phone calls in the neutral endings in Undertale, because funny reference, and he’ll tell Kris that they can finally hang out with his brother, and that Susie is also invited, because it would be great if his brother could make even more friends, and that they can come over to their house. Kris and Susie get to the house, they open the door, and oh hey it’s a dark world. And obviously they jump in, why wouldn’t they. And so we start exploring the new territory, and at however many minutes it is until Berdly’s dark world introduction in chapter 2, that’s when Papyrus enters. And then we eventually meet up with Sans later, who’s just become a hotdog salesman or smth idk.

* all of the normal dark world shit happens, Sans’ pet rock is the secret boss, or the dinosaurs on the box of oatmeal with dinosaur eggs are the secret boss, who knows, maybe there could be something with the dog shrine, and then we wake up in Sans and Papyrus’ house.

* what’s interesting is that there would more stuff in then house than the house in Undertale, but once Kris takes all the things that they need to take back to the castle town, the house would just be left with the things the Undertale house had. This could explain why their house is kinda empty and barren (barring their rooms, there’s barely anything in their house, nothing decorating their walls, they could just not be materialistic, but, who knows, I’m not Toby Fox lol)

* so uh yeah we take everything back to the dark world, we get to listen to the performance from the status update, and once we get out of the dark world it’s raining, we see the get dancing to his heart’s content outside of the police station, you so see Onionsan, who’s back from their investigation about the song from the sea, and Kris and Susie decide to go check up on Toriel and see how she’s doing after all of the dark world stuff, and yeah that’s really all I’ve thought of lol. Perhaps at the end, after the credits, there could be a cutscene of Sans drawing the “don’t forget” picture in his workshop, and the reason he draws it is because he wants to remember the people who became Papyrus’s first friends? Or hell, maybe we see how Sans and Papyrus ended up in the Undertale world as the post credits scene who knows.

* since none of this is actually gonna happen in the game (obviously), I’m just kind of setting myself up for disappointment lmao, but oh well lol, I have fun theorizing and predicting so who cares

* I think I just really wanna see Papyrus lol (and Mettaton, and Mad Mew Mew, and just a lot of the Undertale characters we haven’t seen in Deltarune yet lol)

#undertale #deltarune #papyrus #sans #sans undertale #sans deltarune #papyrus undertale #papyrus deltarune #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #susie #onionsan #deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune chapter four #deltarune theory #deltarune predictions #oatmeal with dinosaur eggs is papyrus’ favorite food #i really want this to happen but I know it won’t lol #don’t forget #sans and papyrus are from deltarune question mark #castle town #queen deltarune #deltarune anniversary #deltarune 4th anniversary #Deltarune fourth anniversary #deltarune chapter 3 #toriel #toriel dreemurr #oh god I used up all the tags lol

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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 #noelle writes

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : dialogue starters / @merveiilles

feat. noelle kringle and buddy hobbs.

               ❝   buddy!      what’s   the   matter?      you   have   such   a   sad   look   on   your   face.      was   one   of   the   workshop   elves   mean   to   you?      i’ll   tell   santa   about   it,   they’ll   get   a   really   stern   talking   to.      dad   does   not   like   naughty   behavior,   especially   from   our   friends!   ❞

#merveiilles #* &. noelle kringle.

[theiloveyousong]

my made up santa claus is going to high school lore

- there was a second one called santa claus is going to high school two where noelle has moved into the workshop and become mrs claus but her and chris are growing more distant and suddenly a week before christmas he disappears its up to her jingle and jangle to find him and learn the true meaning of christmas in the process

- it was panned by critics for not sticking to the high school setting and also being Bad

- but the fandom reallys started to develop after the release of scghs 2

- there was also a short lived animated series called santa claus is going to elementary school geared towards younger kids. also bad

i have more but i can’t remember it off the top of my head

#hatchetfield

[hrh-the-royals]

Wettin - Next || SimWorld - Next

Josephine: All of the wedding prep is coming along nicely I hear.

Noelle: Yes. Only two more weeks so we're done to the wire. It's been a little stressful but it's also been fun.

Josephine: It's not too late, if you need help just let me know.

Eleanor: Levi thought the same but honestly, a mothers touch is best.

Luca: We'll keep that in mind.

Noelle: Being the more recent wedding, what was the planning like for you Miliana?

Miliana: Oh, I didn't have to do much, Josephine and Eleanor really took the reigns and helped me out.

Julia: More like they were way overbearing.....if that's what I have to go through, I don't want a wedding. Just give me a civil ceremony and call it a day.

Louis: Listen young lady, focus on graduating high school dating can come later.

Levi: It's funny that you think she's not dating right now.

Luca: Please don't agitate him right now, he wouldn't be able to handle the thought of his darling baby girl dating.

Josephine: No need to focus on Julia's future wedding when we have the now. Getting married once is stressful enough but marrying into our family and the spot-light, it has to be hard.

Eleanor: I couldn't imagine going through the process again.

Noelle: It's not an issue although, going through this journey with Luca has been amazing.

Luca: Anyway, after we eat, I'll be off. I have an engagement.

Levi: What about Noelle? Luca, you're already leaving her.

Noelle:  I have some things to finish up, a few more things to pack up and Julia wanted to see my workshop.

Josephine: Interesting.

Julia: Noelle said she'd design my outfit for her wedding!

Josephine: ....exciting. We'll have to go over it though. Noelle: Of course.

Louis: Luca told us you were a cook before you got into fashion

Noelle: Well, I was a Chef. I think...I finished what I wanted to do in that area. I've always loved fashion and that world gave me more of an opportunity to focus on my charity work and help fund it.

Eleanor: Hmm.

Noelle: Well....we should take our leave now. I want to finish up early and hopefully beat Luca back.

Louis: Have fun honey.

Josephine: Yes, have fun.

Luca: I'll be taking my leave as well, I'll see you all later.

#hrh.theroyal #hrh.wettin #royal sims

[tinananau]

Hc that Lisa takes care of every kid in Mondstadt and they see her as a parental figure (either as a mother or that one cool aunt)

She’s a total sweetheart and will treat everyone with utmost affection ♡

Whenever Fischl comes to the library, Lisa talks with her about the plot of the book she read, her impressions, her favorite characters, whether she liked it or not. She also recommends books that might be to her liking! Fischl is very grateful for this : she finds more comfort in going to the library and talking to Lisa more than staying in her own house.

We’re aware of the difficult relationship between Jean and Barbara; the youngest, to try and rekindle everything, will ask Lisa for suggestions on how to get closer to her, and the woman will merrily help her, disclosing tips and approaches. Lisa wants everyone to be happy, and she knows that helping Barbara will also help Jean; she hopes for the sisters’ reconciliation.

Razor is basically her son : not also does Lisa teach him how to use his vision, how to read and write, she also helps him understand how he feels and the world that surrounds him. She’s aware of how difficult it is for the boy, so she patiently takes things one step at a time.

Klee is the child everybody adores, the same way she adores everybody : Lisa can’t help but have a soft spot for her. This is actually canon : whenever Klee passes by her workshop, the woman always gives her some treats! Candies, I guess.

Collei, even though she now lives in Sumeru, has lived for a while in Mondstadt, long enough for the Knights to get attached to her. Lisa helped her with the basis of writing and reading; when Collei left, she kept practicing based on what she learned from Lisa (and of course help from Tighnari), and still writes her letters (canon!) ; Lisa grew very proud of Collei and her improvements, and always praises her for how far she has come.

When it comes to Noelle, Lisa can’t help but feel worried : with the way she overworks herself, she might end up hurting herself. Whenever the young girl passes by the library, Lisa always invites her to drink a cup of tea with her and have a break, saying that a true knight also knows when to pause working. (she’s also tried to use this sentence to persuade Jean, but she’s almost unwavering : Lisa admires the blonde haired woman’s diligence, but she really can’t bring herself to leave her closed up in her office all the time).

Amber is not a child anymore, but Lisa still sees her as one : she basically saw the girl grow up, until she joined the knights, still at a young age, and treated her as her little sister. Sometimes, from the windows of the library, Lisa notices Amber running around and taking care of her tasks as outrider and starts pondering about the old times, back when her junior had just joined and declared she was going to become the best outrider ever. « good job, little one».

She sees Sucrose in a similar way : not a child anymore, but not fully “adult” (?) either. Lisa is aware of her talent for alchemy and whenever she can, she will encourage the girl to keep pursuing this journey. Sucrose is very grateful for these compliments, but seen her social awkwardness, she never really knows how to respond to them if not by smiling and blushing. The woman still appreciates this reaction, and sometimes might just have some ingredients useful for alchemy delivered to Sucrose.

Everyone in Mondstadt knows of Bennett’s unfortunate curse, and most people try to stay away from him and his bad luck; luckily, he still has some people who stick around him, Lisa *of course* included : sometimes, she sees him all wounded up and can’t help but give him some sort of potion to alleviate the pain and help him recover faster; she also might try to research some sort of way to get rid of this curse, or at least understand the reason why it hit the poor boy.

#genshin impact #Genshin #lisa #lisa minci #mondstadt #fischl #sucrose #noelle genshin impact #jean genshin impact #bennett genshin impact #amber genshin impact #genshin klee #headcanons #collei

[gccdstories]

@an-endless-saga​ // 

Calryes and the other Witch Kings had locked the Daglan away. The magic was caged now in pockets, it didn't flow like it had when he'd been younger.

Solmir watched his father walking with his advisors. They were tearing into the land. Dragging magic from the earth, from Goblins into them. They'd be worse than the Daglan had ever been.

He turned to look to Ilya, his brother's face pinched and pale.

"Surely father wouldn't -"

"You and Magda need to take the girls away. Our bloodlines need to survive past what happens next."

Ilya's hands curled. He rose armies for their father, dragged the dead back to fight chained and collared for their House till their bodies were too broken to take damage or be sowed back together.

But he didn't carry the power of their house. He wasn't a Darkling like him, like their sisters. Solmir looked back to his father remembering the taste of his shadows as he pushed him again and again. He wasn't just meant to command them, he was meant to become one of them. To become incorporeal and unable to be hit by any conventional weapon. He still remembered how it had felt to phase through someone's chest and tear their heart out. It had beat once, twice till his shadows had leeched it of life and it had withered to ash - the illyarian slave with it.

"It doesn't need to be on you Solmir. Let me help you -"

"We don't have time for a coup. To gather allies outside of our borders and fight the other Kings. Even if we kill Father Ilya the others will not stand for it. I -"

He swallowed and dragged his eyes back to his younger brother. He was 16, he should be happy in his workshop working with his betrothed to understand and bind the dead. He shouldn't have to worry about the politics of all of this. He clasped his shoulder dragging him closer.

"You are helping Ilya. You are saving the innocent. Don't hold this kingdom together, just protect the girls."

Solmir looked past him to Natalia in the doorway. She was 12, she should be thinking about balls and seamstress appointments. She shouldn't have known their father's cruelty. He moved toward her pulling her into his arms his grip tightening.

"Don't be a hero."

He gave her a sad smile and kissed her forehead.

"Promise me you won't be a hero Nat."

"How? At least tell us how you're going to stop them all."

Ilya had rounded on them. Solmir was glad Noelle was far from this. Was still innocent enough to think their parents good and their family happy.

"They will go to The Prison. They need to be locked in. I - I will make sure it works. I have help in that regard don't trouble yourself with the details."

----------

500 years they'd lived. 500 years Noelle had tried to pretend her memories were the same as her siblings. That the moments where their mother had sang to her, or their father had danced with in the sunshine were figments.

But she knew that wasn't true. She swallowed holding Aleksander closer as she moved through the halls to Natalia's wing. She passed Emphraim asleep in his tiny bed. Sebastien was still at sea not due for another week. She paused a few feet from her desk. Was this fair? To ask her to take a child and run? Could they out run fate?

She swallowed and looked to her boy, he was four now. She couldn't see him do what the Seer had claimed.

"I was told the boys fortunes today. Azriel would grow to be a Singer of Shadows, to weave them like - like he used to."

Like Solmir used to when he had a moment to entertain her. She remembered watching his shadows curl and move around the room to his music. A symphony that she hadn't been able to replicate.

She looked to Aleksander again sniffing softly. Ilya and Magda were dead. It was just them, them and a twisting history of betrayals and secrets.

"Aleksander - Aleksander will bring the Kings home. That - thats what the Seer said. I - if - if Olivier finds out he'd kill him Natie. What - what do I do?!"

She knew how Olivier and the others Goblins had suffered under the Kings, under the Witches. The collars to make them obey and bend. Hadn't that been why they'd done the same to Witches when the Kings had been locked away?

Hadn't that been why witches were collared now - the dangerous ones anyway. The ones that held the old powers. They weren't, Olivier's keep was free. She was sure it was because of her, becuase as his mate he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing to her, to Natalia.

Maybe things would change. Maybe the Witches would be free again. Many, many had twisted the Kings into Gods. She didn't know how she felt about that. She knew her father wasn't benevolent King even if he'd been loving toward her.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄, or dark, or rainy and she was alone, Natalia remembered everything that had happened before. Remembered her father, her uncle. Remembered her mother in an almost... fonder way than she later did. 

But for the longest time now, it’d just been the few of them. Sebastian and herself, their small child. Her sister, her nephews... She didn’t much care for her sister’s mate; maybe it was just an instinctual dislike, but at least it was mutual. For Natalia knew Olivier didn’t like her, either. 

Natalia looked up when her sister entered. She frowned. ❝ I didn’t know you were doing that today. ❞ Normal circumstances would have had celebrations in store, at least a little gathering of those closest to them, to think of happy times. But their people were suffering even now, and even though they didn’t-- Natalia wasn’t blind. 

She knew it would be only a matter of time, and she was already making plans with Sebastian to get out of there before things crossed too great a line. 

It was only when Noelle told her about the fortunes, the fates, that Natalia (who’d only been half-listening, if she was honest) looked up from her papers on her desk. She didn’t say anything as she stood. 

❝ He wouldn’t... kill his own child... ❞ But the unspoken question, Would he? seemed to hang in the air between them. Because Natalia wasn’t ignorant. She knew what bringing the Kings back, what it would entail. What wars and blood would be spilled if they ever walked this earth again. 

She approached her sister, Aleksander sleeping in the other’s arms, and looked down at the young boy. ❝ It’s just a foretelling. It’s not... It can’t be set in stone. ❞ But even as she said it, Natalia knew that wasn’t the case. 

Since when have any fortunes been told and not come to pass? Never. 

❝ You’ll... You’ll have to run, Noelle. To save him, you’ll have to hide him. For Sasha’s own sake, for his very life, you’ll have to. ❞

#anendlesssaga #muse ;; baghra