#noelle's writing !

[mournfulroses]

Noelle Kocot, from 4; "Sappho to Erinna," originally published in May 2021

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddie-spooktober day 3: apples | rated: G | wc: 998

“Wow, he’s really good at that.” Robin remarks as Eddie sloshes back up out of the bucket with yet another apple caught in his grin, “Who'da thunk, huh?”

“Yeah…” Steve breathes, watching Eddie’s hair drip down over his forehead and down his neck, “He’s really good with his mouth.”

Robin chokes on her most recent swig of cider, “I’m sorry, what?!”

“Uh…” Steve feels his face turn hot, “Huh? I didn’t say anything.” He moves to turn away back into the Hoppers’ cabin, an excuse of the bathroom or a new mug of cider ready behind his teeth and Robin on his heels

“Oh no you don’t; you explain yourself this instant Steven Marie Harrington!” She demands, voice much louder than he’d like it to be, “What did you just say about Eddie Munson’s mouth??”

“Nothing that anyone—especially the Eddie in question—needs to hear! Quiet down!” He whispers in a harried tone.

He pulls her into Hopper’s tiny bathroom, snapping the door shut behind him.

“You have a crush on Eddie Munson?! Our Eddie Munson?”

Steve leans back against the door and sighs, letting himself sink to the floor. “Still too loud.” he says, not actually meaning it.

She must’ve been able to tell that he’s trying to stall, so she sinks onto the shallow edge of the tub to wait. One of her knees knocks against the bowl of the toilet, the other against the wall.

“I think I have for a little while now. Since spring break at least.” he confesses, now that he’s in the proper position to do so, here on the bathroom floor.

“You found time to get your first crush on a guy since figuring out you’re bi, and it’s during yet another upside-down related catastrophe.” Robin states rather than asks. “You’re something else, Dingus.”

“Gee, thanks for your support.”

“You have it always, obviously,” she waves him off, “Just surprised that the first I’m hearing about it is when your horny lizard brain tells me for you.”

“It’s been getting really annoying lately.”

“What, having a big gay crush on someone? I feel you.”

“No, lizard brain is being really annoying lately. But yeah, also that.”

Steve’s gaze is stuck on the slightly mis-matched piece of linoleum between his feet, but sees Robin nod her head in his periphery.

Neither say anything for a solid 45 seconds, until: “So what are you going to do about it?”

“Something… eventually… maybe…” he hedges, “Just ‘cause he’s into guys too doesn’t mean he’s into me.”

“Oh yeah, of course he isn’t.”

He rolls his eyes at the sarcasm. “I’m being serious Robin.”

“Me too.”

Steve finally looks up at her.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m being serious about my sarcasm, Steven. Of course Eddie’s into you; you saw how he was flirting with you during the whole Vecna fiasco!” Robin flails her arm around in emphasis, “How he’s been flirting with you ever since.”

“What if that’s not just for me though, he’s annoyingly charming to everyone!”

“He may be charming,” She grimaces (“Hey!”), “But that doesn’t mean he’s out here flirting with anyone!”

“He just feels comfortable with me.”

“Everyone our age knows about Eddie, Steve, and he’s still been his same dorky self with all them. You’re the only one he’s been flirting with nonstop.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond, but closes it again. 

Damn, she’s got a point.

Eddie never calls Jonathan ‘sweetheart’, or Argyle ‘big boy’... he’s heard him say once that Hopper was his first crush when he’d had one too many drinks, but she’s right.. Eddie’s only flirty with him.

Steve suddenly feels all swoopy inside. And it must show on his face somehow, because Robin says “Ew gross, you’re thinking about him aren’t you?”

“No, I’m thinking about Hopper– of course I’m thinking about him!” Steve grins, then pushes him up off the floor. “Okay, okay, I just have to make it through the rest of the day, and I’ll ask him out tomorrow when he comes in to bother us for a free rental at work.”

He looks down at Robin, searching her face for any sign that it isn’t a good plan.

She nods, “Good. Now where are you going to take him?”

The answer to that one was simple, “Movie date at my place.”

Robin snorts, “A bit presumptuous, eh Stevie?”

The floaty feeling in his gut turns into a boulder, “I mean— That’s not what— Obviously I’d love it to—” he cuts himself off for the last time at the smirk on her face. “Oh fuck you.” He shakes his head in fond exasperation as he turns, heading back out of the bathroom.

Robin’s teasing him still when the back door opens and Eddie waltzes in, the round, decorative basket Joyce had been using to put all the apples people fished out of the barrel in his arms and a(nother? The same?) apple lodged in his teeth.

He spots them and puts the basket down on the island, spinning dramatically to lean onto the tabletop to face them.

His hand comes up to grab onto the apple, snapping off a bite and sucking away the juice as he takes it away from his mouth, “Hey Stevie, Birdie,” he says over a mouthful of crunching fruit.

Steve blinks once, then turns to Robin, “I’m not going to survive 'till tomorrow.”

Before she or Eddie can react, Steve is striding across the room and pulling his sodden friend to him in a tart, apple-flavored kiss.

Robin says something about being lookout, but Steve’s too busy feeling Eddie’s mouth on his.

Until Eddie pulls back that is.

“Shit– Eddie, I’m so sorry, I—” Steve stops when Eddie’s finger comes up between them.

Eddie chews once, twice, a third, then swallows down the rest of his bite.

Ah.

“Okay,” Eddie breathes once his mouth is clear. “Now, where were we?” He tosses the apple over his shoulder and descends upon Steve once again.

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[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Parasite Problem

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After Susie is severely injured in a major battle, Kris elects to take on a very difficult and dangerous task to help her out with a smaller problem.

PHEW this comic has felt like it's been taking me forever to do, and I've still got more left to finish, but hopefully all the rest goes smoothly!

[gottalovesatoru]

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. 

[satobbear]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

Husband!Nanami who's kinda stressed lately. And you've been noticing it alot around the house. He's always groapning like he's in pain. He is. He's in pain because he is just horny. He needs you, but is too caring to ‘disturb’ you. You didn't really mind. You just thought he was having alot of work. Until the day he took off free from work. He's groaning as usual, but this time it's a little louder. And it's coming from the bathroom. You tip toe yourself there and peep in from the door a little bit. Boy, oh boy. You say him jerking himself of with your name. He isn't usually the type to do this or act in such behavior. He's pumping up and down at full soeed leaving you mesmerized by the hot cum that comes out. But then, Oh! He's spotted you.

[funkycoloured]

| STRESS RELIEF - DEAN W.

NOTES . . . I have to be up in around 2 hours to work a full day at the barn and I'm too anxious to sleep so I wrote some smut 🙃 strawberry girl is still in the works but this is just a quick thing to pass time

WORD COUNT . . . 845 exactly.

SUMMARY . . . After a stressful day of driving for hours on end hunting down a monster, you and Dean indulge in some much needed stress-relief. (y'all fuck).

WARNINGS . . . literally just smut so MDNI!! f!reader, unprotected sex (don't do this irl), cowgirl, soft sex, petnames, a little bit of cockwarming, basically no plot, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything, written in regular text under the cut cause I'm blind as hell, NOT proofread

The bedsprings of the motel room's mattress creaked in rhythm with your movements, groaning underneath the shared weight of you and Dean. Your breaths came in soft pants, eyes shut in bliss as you fucked yourself on his cock, the tip nudging that spongy spot inside of you that your fingers never managed to reach. You both had been going at it for a while, a creamy ring forming on the base of his cock — a mess created from your shared orgasms. Dean's eyes were glued to your breasts, watching the supple flesh as you bounced on him. Your thighs were aching, shaking slightly from the effort it took to keep yourself upright. You were already tired to begin with, the stress of the long day wearing you down, but that wouldn't stop you.

Dean seemed to notice your silent struggle, the way you weren't riding him as smoothly as you were just moments ago. Your hips stuttered, nails digging into his chest where your hands once lay flat for support. A choked, desperate little whine escaped you, and he took that as his cue to step in — despite how pretty you looked, skin sweaty and features twisted in a mix of exhaustion and pleasure.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” Dean spoke, voice breathless, as his hands clasped your hips. When he squeezed the soft flesh, the coldness of his ring was a contrast against your heated skin. His gripped tightened, his brows furrowing as his lips parted in concentration. He lifted you up, and down, slamming you back onto his cock. You cried out in pleasure, stars bursting behind your eyelids as he let out a low moan of his own. “Y'need me to help, huh, sweet girl?”

“Yes, please, De-”

Dean interrupted your breathy plee, planting his feet flat on the mattress. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers leaving indents in the fatty flesh, and using it as leverage to lift you up and down. His hips buck wildly for a moment, but it only takes a few seconds to work into a rhythm that has you both moaning in pleasure, hips thrusting up in time with his movements dragging you down. You collapsed against his chest, moaning in his ear as you clenched around him, walls fluttering in response to the new deep, quick pace.

“Mmh, there we go,” Dean cooed, his own eyes falling shut, lashes kissing against his freckled cheeks. The cheap metal headboard thumped against the wall, sounding off in tandem with your little whines and gasps. Dean's hands eventually left your hips, arms wrapping around you to hold you close, one hand cradling the back of your head as it rests against his chest.

The fire in the pits of your lower stomach grew, walls fluttering and clamping around his cock like a vice. “Fuck, baby-” He hissed, brows furrowing again. He knew you were close, and he was determined to get you there before he broke. “C'mon, baby,” Dean grunted, the hand he once had on your back sliding across your ribs and to your front. His middle and ring finger find your swollen clit, calloused fingertips rubbing the sensitive bud in circles.

The shrill moan you let out makes his heart skip a bit, his cock throbbing inside of you. He cursed again. “You're gonna be the death of my, baby.” His voice is whiny, and his thrusts stutter, faltering as he works hard to get you to the edge.

“De- Dean! Holy fuck, ‘m gonna…”

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? C'mon, baby, do it. Let go.”

And with that, you did. His cock nudging your g-spot, his fingers on your clit, warm breath against your ear and the creaks of the bed down to the wet squelch of your pussy made your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You scream out in pleasure, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Dean's hips come to a stop as he spills himself inside of you, the seed from his earlier climax slowly seeping out of you and down his cock, to his balls.

It was quiet, heavy breaths mingling together as you both basked in the aftermath of pleasure. If Dean wasn't so tired, he might've been a bit worried about just how loud you were. A noise complaint was worth it. He panted, arms wrapping around you tightly as he softened inside of you. One of his hands stroked your head, shaky lips pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You with me?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” He whispered, carefully lifting you off of him to lay you down on the bed. Dean was quick to press a kiss to your forehead when you winced as his cock slid out of you, sticky white seed spilling out of your spent hole. “Did so good for me, baby,” His voice is soft as he speaks again, pulling you close to his chest. Dean knows he needs to get you cleaned up, but a short moment of peace was well-deserved.

[vannyyssa]

deltarune drawings :3

[the-black-bulls]

Noelle: ...What on earth are you doing?

Luck: I’m building a pillow fort.

Noelle: Isn’t that a little childish?

Luck: Does that mean you don’t want to join me?

Noelle:

Noelle:

Noelle: ...Move over.

[papurgaatika]

Hear Me Howling Outside Your Door

kinktober prompt 4: exhibitionism/public

Pairing: Joel x f! Reader

MINORS DNI WITH MY WORK!

A/N: howdy howdy my lovelies. thank you as ALWAYS my darling @carlynkurin for beta'ing for me<3

ANYWAY peace and love on the planet Earth, stay horny, read smut forever, xoxo, etc.

Pairing: Joel x f! Reader

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!!

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: public/exhibitionism, facefucking, a few spanks, bodyguard! Joel, reader is a tease, degradation, and slightly dubcon for a bit but Joel does ask the reader for consent. 

Summary: You were continuously flirting and teasing joel, and when you pull out an exceptionally tiny skirt, the man simply can’t do it anymore. 

You were quite aware of how much you were pissing him off today. Slipping out of his sight when he was turned around, poking around with guys you shouldn’t be talking to, grabbing clothes that he was certain covered barely any part of your body “What about this one, Joel?” you hold up a black skirt against your body, biting back a smirk when his jaw twitched at the sight of how damn short it was.

“I don't think so.” he’s stoic as usual, keeping his facade up until he drags you home. “Too short, your dad would kill me if you bought it.”

You roll your eyes at him “He doesn’t need to know” you keep the skirt in your hands and peruse through the clothes, not bothering to see if he was following you. You know that it’s his job, that he’s getting paid to watch over you and keep you safe, but that doesn’t mean you can't have any fun with him.

He was gorgeous, you weren’t blind, and he was so single it made you giddy. You’d seen his body before when he’d come to a beach vacation with your family. The toned muscles of his arms, the soft but sturdy expanse of his tummy, and his back. God his back. You had found yourself chewing on the straw of your drink when he’d bent down to grab something, his shoulder blades keeping your attention focussed on every single move. You had slipped into bed early that night, feigning a headache, and slipped your hand between your legs to the thought of those broad shoulders between your thighs.

You grab a few more clothes, none of which necessarily screamed you, but were risque enough that you could see the vein in his forehead making its presence known. You flit to the dressing rooms, and bat your eyelashes up at him before you speak “Sit here, I want your opinion on them.” He doesn’t even have a chance to argue with you before you disappear into the single fitting room and start to change. You put on a sleek black top first, stepping out and giving him a little spin. He can see every single one of your curves, and the low-cut neckline does not leave much for his imagination. “Do you like it?”

He grunts in response “s’fine.” You know he isn’t getting paid to give you fashion advice, but it was fun to make him squirm, to watch him watching you. You simply hum with a pout on your lips and walk toward him where he’s sitting on the obnoxiously small sofa.

“Joel -” you huff “you don't think it’s pretty?” Your hand fiddles with the hemline of the shirt, pulling and adjusting it so that he can see more of your cleavage.

His eyes dart to your chest before he coughs slightly and meets your eyes again “It’s nice, just go try the rest on” You grin, satisfied with his reaction before walking back inside the fitting room and staring at the skirt he’d adamantly said no to. You slip it on, doing the zipper up and grinning at yourself in the mirror. He was right, of course, it was too short for you to wear out. You’d known that already, but where was the fun in letting him know that he was right?

“Ready?” You call out to him, assuming that the noise he made was him agreeing with you, you step out. “It's pretty” you muse, swaying your hips so the fabric swings lightly against your thighs.

Joel was ready to have a heart attack right then and there. He shifts in his seat so his cock isn't as visible to you, and narrows his eyes at you. “Ain’t cute, it’s too damn short.” You roll your eyes at his answer and open your mouth to argue with him before he cuts you off. “No. Go take it off. Your daddy pays me to be in charge of you, best do what I say.”

You groan but do as he says. As you grumble to yourself in front of the mirror, your fingers struggle with the zipper. You curse after a few futile attempts to get it unstuck, but the metal of the damned clasps were stuck. You have to take a few deep breaths before you suck up your pride and call out. “Joel …?” he grunts in reply, as is his usual, but you know he’s listening. “I’m… the zipper is stuck. Can you help me please…?”

There was a long pause of slightly uncomfortable silence, and you consider calling out to him again until you hear his voice much closer to the door than before “Open the damned door.”

You make quick work of unlocking it and letting him into the tiny fitting room. “The zipper-” he cuts you off with his hands on your waist, spinning you around so he could see the zipper. You glance at him in the mirror from the corner of your eyes. One of his big hands was on the small of your back holding you in place, and the other was tugging at the zipper of the obnoxiously small skirt. The bulge in his jeans was stirring something inside of you, the ache between your legs growing steadily as he tugged at the zipper, his strong hands getting the teeth to come unstuck. You stand there unmoving as the fabric flutters to the ground, his hand just above the band of your panties now. He hadn’t held you like this before, hadn't even dared to touch you like this, so you don't move. Don't try to move his hand, don't even dare to speak at this moment.

His hand follows the curve of your ass slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You didn't. “This is why you called me in here?” he scoffs, voice taunting “To show me what a little slut you are under that small little skirt?”

You shiver at his words, the rasp in his voice delectable as it rings in your ears. “N-no i-”

He doesn't let you get your words out, cutting you off as soon as you can start. “Don’t lie to me, princess.” His hand is still grazing over your ass “You’re a damn little tease and you know it. Wearing the tiniest little things you can in front of me, trying to get a rise outta me. You think I don't notice the way you stare at me?” You have to bite at the inside of your cheek to keep from whimpering at the honest words he was saying.

You had done all of that. You did want to stir something inside him, but now, the proximity was making your stomach turn to butterflies. “Joel I didn't- fuck!” your muttered apology is broken by the feeling of his palm cracking down against your ass. “Joel!”

“Gonna put you in your damn place, actin’ like a spoiled fucking princess” he grits, and you swear you can see the edges of his lips quirking up into a smirk. You bite at the heel of your palm to stifle your little yelps as his large rough hand comes down against the smooth skin of your ass again and again. You feel his hand smoothing over the new reddened skin, your body jolting forward slightly when his lips, which were just about as soft as you’d imagined they were, press a gentle kiss to your body. “You tell me if you want me to stop, ain't gonna do anything you don't want” his voice is soft, softer than you’d truly ever heard it, and it almost turns you into goo right then and there.

Your head turns over your shoulder to look at him, and god he was beautiful. Pupils blown, the veins in his arms straining, a vision to behold if there ever was one. “No, no don't stop, I want it. I want you, Joel.” You murmur. You can see his resolve snap the moment the words leave your mouth, the stoic put-together man that you know, leaving in an instant.

He pulls you to stand up and turns you around, your chest pressed against his, and tangles his hand in your hair when he dips down to capture your lips. It isn't soft and gentle, it is messy. All teeth gnashing against each other, his tongue exploring your mouth, while he holds you in place by your hair. “God damn tease” he grits out against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lips before he tilts your head up so he can bite at your neck, careful not to leave any marks that would draw too much attention. “This what you wanted? Wanted me to put you in your fuckin’ place?” his lips are pressed against your chest, his teeth biting a mark on the visible skin of your breast.

“Yes” your words are breathless as he keeps a steady hold on you “I wanted you so bad, for so long”

The look on his face is wolfish like he was going to devour you, and frankly, you wouldn't complain if he did. “On your knees, let's go” he commands, his face moving away from your chest to look back down at you.

Your face flickers with confusion for a moment, a brief pause of hesitation at his words. “Joel we’re in”

“I don't care where we are.” His words are gruff. “You wanted to be a little tease for months, so now I'm gonna give you what you want. Knees.” he clicks his tongue at you like you were an animal listening to someone give commands. And like a trained pet would, you obey. Your eyes meet him from where you were down on your knees, big and wide as you stare up at him.

He looked like a Roman statue from down here, chiseled and practically carved from the perfect marble. Your hands pull at the top you were trying on and fling it into the corner of the dressing room, sure you were about to let him fuck your face in public, but you had some decency. His eyes follow the scrap of fabric and he raises a brow at you in a silent question. “Didn't wanna get it dirty” you shrug at him, a mischievous smirk playing on your own lips. He rolls his eyes at you, and fists his hand in your hair, pulling your head back.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease” he murmurs, “and you run your damn mouth too much. C’mon, put it to good use for once” The hand in your hair presses your face into the bulge of his jeans, your lips parting to press open-mouthed kisses over the fabric.

Your tongue runs a line over the outline of his cock and you can feel his grip growing tighter in your hair. The feeling of him losing some of his normally calm and put-together demeanor makes your ego inflate. You catch the zipper of his jeans between your teeth, dragging it down agonizingly slow. “Don't be a fuckin’ tease” he grits out, “take it out.” You do not waste any time getting his cock out, and Lord have mercy was it better than you had imagined. And you had imagined it. Every night when your hands drifted into your panties, your fingers deftly making circles around your clit, you imagined what it would have been like to have his cock pressing into your cunt. To have the head of it rubbing against your clit, to worship it.

Your tongue presses soft licks over his head, swirling around the tip, coating your lips with his pre-cum. Your mouth is already watering for him, already addicted to the way he tastes. “That's a good girl.” He groans when your lips finally wrap around him. “That pretty fuckin’ mouth was made to suck my cock. Wasn't it?” His tone only makes you suck on it faster, your tongue pressed flat against him. “Wasn't it?” He repeats himself, pulling you off of his cock, a line of spit connecting the two of you still “I asked you a question, I expect an answer brat.”

Between his eyes and his cock, you aren’t sure where to focus. His gaze is boring into yours, waiting for a reply, but his cock is hard and aching for you, waiting for your mouth to be back on it again. “Yes,” you sigh, managing to look up at him finally “Yeah it was, meant to suck your cock” He seems pleased enough with your answer, his hand holding the base of his cock while he lets you bob up and down on it. You could be here every single day, truly. The taste of him, the feeling of his hand in your hair, it was all addicting. Your eyes close instinctively, and your hands drift down to your panties, trying to soothe the dull ache between your dripping folds.

“Ah ah,” a quick spank on your cheek jolts your eyes open. “Be a good fucking slut, don't touch until I damn well say you can.” You whine around his cock, hand still pressed against every growing damp spot of your panties, until his hand is pulling you off his cock and his face is inches away from yours. “What the fuck did I just say?” his voice is low and his eyes leave no room for argument

“Said not to touch, but-” he cuts you off with a tut, standing back up to his full height, his cock back in your line of sight.

“No buts. What I said goes, little girl. Behave and maybe I'll fuck you if you’re good.” His cock is pressed against your lips before you have a chance to say anything again, your mouth opening and taking him in greedily. Your tongue swirls around him as he lets out quiet grunts of pleasure, his hand tightening in your hair as he slowly drags you up and down. Your eyes are looking up at him, watering slightly when you feel him hit the back of your throat. “Atta girl” he coos “you can take it all, relax.” His words weren’t necessarily a command, but your body gave into him like it was a baser instinct. You can feel your own drool dripping down onto your chest, letting him use you, letting him debase you how you wanted.

“Tight fuckin’ throat” he groans as you remember to breathe through your nose. “Ain't gonna be running your mouth when I'm done with you.” You swear you felt like you were on cloud nine. Despite him not touching you even remotely, your entire body was aflame. Every single movement of his hips had you clenching around nothing. His thrusts were growing faster steadily, the only sounds in the room were the occasional gagging noises you’d make as he pressed you all the way down and his steady grunts.

You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, his head tipping back slightly as his thrusts grew more erratic. “Just like that, gonna make you swallow every damn drop” His words are shaky as he spills down your throat, pulling out of your lips and resting his spit-covered cock on your cheek. Your mascara was running slightly, your lipstick staining a ring around his cock, you were surely a mess. He moves your hand away when you wipe away the mascara stains under your eyes. “Leave it.” He hums, helping you stand up “want you to have something to remember the lesson when we get home. Get dressed, we're leaving.”

Your lips form a pout when he steps out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Your cunt was throbbing and your throat was sore, you just wanted his cock inside you. You step back into your clothes, glancing at your wrecked face in the mirror before you step outside. Joel wordlessly hands you a bottle of water and you gladly accept it, gulping it down. “Let's go.” He ushers you out of the store with a hand on the small of your back. “Ain't done with you yet.”

A/N: From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free

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Thank you for reading, and free Palestine

[kriscommitscrimes]

happy pride month!!!! look at these idiots (affectionate)

id: two digital drawings of kris and noelle from deltarune. kris is a darkskinned teenager with brown eyes and curly brown hair and noelle is a reindeer anthro with big antlers. 1) kris is standing with one hand resting on their hips, the other raised into the air and holding out the middlefinger. they are grinning wildly, showing their braces. they are wearing a tshirt which is striped with the nonbinary flag colors, and their pants are black with trans flag stripes. on their right ear, they wear a monstersoul/upside down heart earring in transflag colors, and pinned to their chest are two buttons (the bisexual flag, and the trans flag with "they/them" written on it). 2) two linearted drawings of noelle filled out with pride flag colors (trans and lesbian flag respectively). on the left, noelle is wearing a button up shirt, vest, and christmas ornament earring. she is laughing with her mouth open, raising a hoof to cover it. on the right, she is facing the viewer and blushing, wearing a turtleneck sweater.

(tysm @astraldreams-ids for the id!! please rb this version!!)

[sunny-knight]

* My brothers never seen a human before

I dont personallyyyy think the college thing is gonna happen with Papyrus (for several reasons-) BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T ENJOY IT A LOT 😭 Him, Asriel, and Frisk all being buddies is really cute.

I DO think Papyrus and Asriel should/could definitely have a/some fun interaction in Deltarune when they both pop up….eventually…

And just Frisk being in Deltarune is something I feel like everyone would enjoy-

Im also a supporter of the Papyrus Is The Knight guild, and I will DIE on this hill until im either proven wrong and I shamefully drag my feet to AO3 where I am forced to dream of what could have been, or proven right and get to freak out about it for the next 30 years of my life. What a butterfly effect

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

one chance

111 words | T | for @steddiemicrofic's july challenge "one"

here's the text! without the names/usernames, it's 111 words exactly!

Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn what i would give for one (1) chance with king steve.. pls.. i promise id blow your muind chris c. @/86theham uhmmm.. chris c. @/86theham eddie, sweetie, this isn’t your priv Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn can you come over and kill me dead? It’ll only take a sec… ok cool. thanks

Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn what i would give for one (1) chance with king steve.. pls.. i promise id blow your muind Robert M. Buckley III @/bobin 👀 Robert M. Buckley III @/bobin @/steveharrington Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn i hate you

Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn what i would give for one (1) chance with king steve.. pls.. i promise id blow your muind steeb @/steveharrington open my dm munson Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn no steeb @/steveharrington fine. be there in 5 Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn ???!!!

Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn what i would give for one (1) chance with king steve.. pls.. i promise id blow your muind Your Local Freak™ @/edmunsn update:

[windmills123]

on my puter :3

[operator-report]

In middle school, I read a short story for English class called Flowers for Algernon. Maybe you’ve read it, too. In the story, a disabled man named Charlie is given a medicine that cures his disability. Over the course of the story, he comes to realize that his “cure” is temporary and that he will “regress” into being disabled again. The story makes it clear that this is a tragedy. As a disabled teenager when I first read it, the story affected me deeply.

I’d like to talk about David and Noelle. 

Content warnings for discussion of suicide, self-harm, ableism and eating disorders below the cut. Spoilers for Worm through arc 27. 

When I was first reading arc 18, one of the things that stuck out to me is how much time the story spends on Eidolon. For me, it was the first time I paid much attention to him - prior to that, Eidolon was just an extremely powerful background character to me. But in arc 18, we learn that (1) Eidolon is losing his powers and (2) he believes that fighting Echidna will allow him to tap into some sort of reservoir to bring them back.

We find this out, of course, through Tattletale exposing him, which is always an extremely embarrassing event for Tattletale’s target. It makes it extremely clear that what Eidolon is doing is pathetic. He is going to kill a teenage girl so he can feel something. 

Which would be messed up enough, right? We don’t need to make this even worse, right? Wrong. Because Wildblow has spent the last several thousand words building up the Case 53s as X-Men style metaphors for oppressed groups, and one of the forms of oppression that Wildblow generally writes well is ableism. I think you can consider most, if not all of the Case 53s as disabled in some way. I think the link is extremely clear with Noelle.

Noelle doesn’t get her powers from traditional Cauldron human experimentation - at least, not directly. Instead, she and Krouse are facing what is, to them, a no-win scenario. They’re quarantined with limited access to medical care. Breaching this quarantine would permanently render them criminals. If Noelle survives her surgery, which is a pretty big if, she’ll become disabled, in a way that both Krouse and Noelle agree is ugly and undesirable. She won’t be able to do “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” because she won’t be “any good to look at, after.” 

Krouse and Noelle are terrified of death, yes, but they’re also terrified of disability. They are desperate for control over Noelle’s body, control that, as of that moment, only the state has. (Remember the quarantine?) Krouse pressures Noelle into drinking the vial. Noelle is cured. 

Noelle’s cure does not last. In attempting to assert control, her body becomes uncontrollable. Her body is her trauma and her eating disorder made literal. She still needs care.

Worm would be bad if this is why her life sucks. But Worm does something better, instead. Noelle goes through hell, not just due to the sheer difficulty of having her power, but because of the way her teammates and Coil treat her. They talk about Noelle like she’s already dead. They’re ashamed of bringing her the food she needs. When Krouse “includes” Noelle in a discussion in arc 12, it’s mostly perfunctory. They do not believe Noelle is human any longer. They lock her away.

Noelle doesn’t want to be put in a cage. Noelle doesn’t want to be dehumanized. In interlude 18, when we get insight into Noelle’s thoughts, we learn that what Noelle is angry about is the fact that Krouse locked her in a concrete bunker and placated her. When she tells people not to look at her, there’s a coda to that sentence that she doesn’t get to verbalize: don’t look at me like that. 

This is the person who Eidolon is going to kill. 

Via the Simurgh, this is a person Eidolon has unknowingly created.

A few thousand words of Worm go by. It’s Gold Morning. Eidolon is fighting Scion. Now, at the end of the book, we finally get substantial insight into David, the man behind the mask. 

David takes a Cauldron vial to cure his disability. David sees this as the only way out, after an unsuccessful application to join the military, and then, an unsuccessful suicide attempt. David is bearing an immense amount of shame and internalized ableism. David is worried that father’s friends are watching him. (Don’t look at me.) David cleaves the world into two kinds of people: those who can have jobs, who are liked and respected because they are useful; and people like him, who are useless.

It’s a terrible way to think. Without that worldview, how could a person not take the vial? David wants to be used, because David wants to be useful. He never gets the independence he craves – not when he’s in that level of debt to Cauldron – but he gets to be useful, and that’s one of the best things you can be.

Like Noelle’s, like Charlie’s in Flowers, David’s cure doesn’t work. His abilities are wearing off. He is essentially told, when Doctor Mother administers his booster shots, that his medicine is too expensive. 

Cauldron creates Noelle. David, as Cauldron’s soldier, has a role to play in her creation. David knows exactly what he is doing to Noelle. It happened to him. Worm fandom talks a lot about David being a father. He’s a father in more ways than one. (David’s father is always watching him.) (Don’t look at me.)

Cauldron never cures David’s ableism. In his world, you can be useful, or you can die. David asks Noelle if she wants to win. Noelle tells him no. You can have a job, or you can kill yourself. When David tries to kill Noelle to help himself, isn’t that a mercy?

Of course it isn’t. It goes without saying that all of this is extremely fucked up. When it comes to disability, “cure” is a complicated concept. I’m not going to get into all the ways it can be treated; this post is already a thousand words long. But I do think that Worm, through Noelle and David and the concept of the Cauldron vial, provides an extremely vivid picture of the problems with cure. 

Under ableist logic, when you have a disability, a cure is something you’re expected to want. Without it, the story goes, you can’t be useful. You can’t do boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. The expectation is social, like the act of staring. Your desire for it should drive how you organize your life – it is control, like a quarantine. David is crushed by that expectation. He throws his lot in with Cauldron, the cure-makers. The expectation is passed along to Noelle, and even though David can recognize that inheritance, he cannot imagine any other way to respond to it other than attempted murder.

At the beginning of this post, I mentioned that Flowers for Algernon is a tragedy. The reason that story has stuck with me so long is that I keep going back and forth as to why. Is it a tragedy because Charlie goes back to being disabled? There’s a good chance that’s what the author intended. I don’t know. It would be a pretty shitty story if that were the case. Is it a tragedy because people only treat Charlie well when he’s “cured,” and when that stops, he’ll go back to abuse? Seems plausible. I don’t think there’s one right answer. Regardless, when you’re disabled, there’s an immense pressure to seek out a cure, and a cognizable loss when it is withheld. The fact that Worm captures that social pressure and social loss so well is extremely compelling for me, and I’m going to be thinking about these characters for a long time.

[brainbugz]

jerma noelle!! (repost of my kinda old drawing of this but with some adjustments and stuff!!)

[satobbear]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭....

𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲!𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 “𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲”. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. “𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?” 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. “𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮” 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩.