#maybe I’ll play a dwarf

[flashhwing]

I was like “hey let’s just see maybe if I open origins this time it’ll work for no reason” so I did and see the thing is yesterday every time I hit resume it would spend less than 10 seconds on the loading screen before crashing and just now? just now it spent little over an entire minute. for a whole damn minute I really thought it was actually gonna work, finally, with no effort on my part

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

[yanderenightmare]

What if curse darling tried to escape from yandere gojo? How would he punish her 🤔?

Gojo Satoru

P1 & P2

TW: abduction and captivity, mild condescension, a lil angsty

gn reader

You rushed over once you heard him at the door – but the smile only barely stretched your face before dropping again. 

Coming to an abrupt halt, the former intention of hugging him was wasted, and the words meant to welcome him home went stillborn on your tongue. 

Nevertheless, he tugged off his blindfold with his thumb, and his pearly hair fell down in pretty whisps around his crown, shadowing the light of those stark blue eyes that slowly peeled open – and unaffected by your stilled state, he still kicked off his shoes and tugged you into his chest anyway – nuzzling his nose into your neck with a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Mh, I missed you~”

Your nose twitched, and you sunk your teeth into your lip – feeling puzzled and awkward and slightly sick to your stomach. Arms hanging loosely by your sides as you let him sway you into him – dwarfed by his height, he had to slouch in order to hug you properly – with lanky arms slung around your midriff, pulling you close in a squeeze before loosening up again.

He kept his hands on your hips as he placed a kiss on your lips, but you didn’t react. Still standing there, something akin to frozen.

“Hey- where’d you go?” He called, cocking his head to the side while looking into your eyes with those searing earnest blues of his. “Not happy to see me?” He joked softly in a snicker – lightheartedly carefree.

It all felt so very wrong it made you release a sound that wasn’t too short of a whimper, albeit much weaker, almost so he didn’t even hear it.

“You-” You started but couldn’t quite finish, unsure of what it was that you needed to say. 

You looked down at his uniform. It wasn’t much. Maybe he hadn’t noticed or maybe he just hadn’t cared – but… flecks of blood dotted the black fabric.

It smelled of curse – a dead curse – a killed curse.

You grimaced. 

They’d been pained and scared toward the end – toyed with – dismembered and mutilated – mangled beyond repair. But for whatever reason you couldn’t fathom, he’d given them time enough to heal only to bring them back to the brink of death yet again – played with them for what you could tell had been a long while.

You smelled ridicule and a cry for mercy layered with a later cry for death, and it shook you to your core.

You shivered, taking an abrupt step back – removing yourself. Rubbing your goose-fleshed arms as you hugged yourself for comfort – reeling from the cold-hearted cruelty you’d felt seep into your bones from his touch. 

He’d barely even washed his hands clean of all the blood.

You swallowed thickly, unable to look him in the eye – just staring at the spray of browned red that had since dried, now cakey and flakey, falling off like dust. 

“You reek-” Was all the bile in your throat amounted to in the end – only a weak utterance.

His brows did a play of confusion before he followed your gaze, looking down at himself and finding what you were staring at. 

Oh…

Despite being a cursed spirit, your nature isn’t exactly violent. Guess you’re not as desensitized to carnage as him. 

It’s still odd, though. It couldn’t be sympathy he saw riddled on your face, right?

No. You’ve always been sensitive to dirty things. You’re just your normal disgusted self. You would have reacted the same way if it were ice cream.

He walked inside with a laugh, ruffling your hair as he passed you.

“Right- I’ll go shower. So uptight~” He dismissed with a tease, removing his jacket as he took long but relaxed strides to the bathroom.

You were left standing there for a moment. Unsure of the feelings brewing inside you. 

You thought you might need to puke, but it never came…

Still, you felt weary and decided to go lie down in bed.

You hadn’t slept in your room in a while. It had become a little dusty but you didn’t mind – you needed your own space right now. A place away from him.

But it didn’t last long. 

You heard him call for you some while later. You didn’t answer – lying in the dark beneath the covers.

“There you are~ You hidin’?” He chirped once he found you. “Or are you sleepin’?” 

You felt the bed sink as he climbed atop the covers, slipping down next to you – curtly running his hand over the duvet, stroking down your side until resting on your hip. 

“Not that I’m complaining- I had a long and boring day anyway.” He continued, scooting closer until he was spooning you tight – pressing his lips to where your ear would be. “Would be nice to end it with a little playtime~”

His toothy smirk slowly became a frown at your silence, sulking with a bored pout.

“You’re not still upset about the blood, are you?” He asked then. “I changed and washed it off, so I’m all clean now- you little neat freak~” Voice smooth and flirty, cuddling your cocooned body.

But still, you ignored him – and the doubt in his mind gave rise to a confused furrow between his brows. He thought for a minute before speaking up again. Squinting at his suspicion.

“That curse was a plague, you know...” He excused. “I had to kill it.” 

He looked at your unmoving body in wait, hoping you’d say something.

And you did – muttering. “It’s not the curse I care about, Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

He blanched. It had been a while since you referred to him that coldly.

“I just forget sometimes.” You added. Voice muffled beneath the covers and almost so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear it.

“Forget what?” He asked.

There was a small pause before you answered him. “What you are…”

The curl on his face unraveled. Face blanking. Wordless.

“I’m sure you forget what I am too.” You continued. “That if I ever tried to leave… you’d hunt me down and reduce me to just a few drops of blood you’d then go home and wash off as though it meant nothing.”

He barely let you finish before yanking the covers off you, exposing you and the tears riddling your face to his view.

“That’s not true.” He denied.

“No?” You questioned harshly, sitting up in a rush – and getting in close to his face – daring him with a glare. “Then tell me. What exactly would happen if I decided I no longer wanted to stay here?”

His hair still dripped with cold droplets from his shower as he returned your stare. Your question was a dangerous one... 

One he’d rather not answer.

He swallowed. “You have to stay here. You know why.” He said dismissively – his voice in that serious timbre he never uses – that tone devoid of the usual frivolity and instead holds that very dogmatic weight that urges you to surrender the fight before it gets too messy.

But you don’t heed the warning. “And if I can’t accept that? If I fight you-”

“Don’t be silly. You could never win-” He cut you off – before getting cut off himself by your next words.

“What if I tried anyway?” Your voice a little louder than before – staring him square in the face.

He paused, taking in your eyes – their narrowed state, as well as the brim of tears circling them. He thought of what he’d done that day and then tried imagining doing it to you – and came to a realization.

“I wouldn’t fight back…” His words were soft again, without edge. “I could never hurt you…” He cupped your face in both hands, his eyes full of something so wholesome it nearly made you flinch.

Then he looked sad. Pained in some way – or guilty, maybe.

“But still…” He started quietly. “I could never let you leave either.”

His hands were warm and gentle on your cheeks, but you wished he’d stop touching you.

“Their blood smelled of terror and torment. Did you have fun torturing them until they gave out?” The question was pointed – your words meant like venom.

His frown returned, letting go of your face – though you both remained only a split hair’s length apart. “So this is about the curse?”

“No, this is about you.” You corrected sharply – mirroring his frown with a bitter one of your own. “Is it the same type of fun you have subjugating me into being your tame little housepet?”

His face soured even more – now as though offended. “You're more than that to me. Don’t say that-”

But once again, you interrupted. “Livestock are pets until slaughter season. Suppose a butcherer would think that’s kind-”

And once again, he returned the favor – this time with his voice raised. “If I let you out of here, another sorcerer would kill you within a day! Keeping you here is what keeps you safe!”

You scoffed with your own voice climbing higher. “Don’t be so rude to paint yourself as a saint when you reek of sadism!”

There was a standstill, an all too deafening silence afterward – one filled with heavy breaths and the lingering echo of your last statement – until that as well, died and became nothing.

Satoru looked down, his head hanging – lifting gently with his breaths. 

“I’m not a saint.” He murmured after a minute. “I’m selfish. And greedy.”

You watched him – much shorter than him, even as he hung his head, you were still able to see his eyes flicker with uncertain light beneath those heavy mothlike lashes.

“I didn’t kill you like I was supposed to because I saw something I wanted for myself, so I took it.” He confessed. “And I killed that curse today and had fun doing it.”

Taking your hands in his, he cradled them as though he planned on drinking them.

“You’re right. I am a sadist.” He sighed, giving a small breathless laugh. “It feels good to know that I can do whatever I want whenever I want to whoever I want. And it feels good to know that no one can stop me.”

Finally, he raised his chin and looked back at you – those eyes of his intense with something raw – something desperate.

“I don’t care about anything. So many things could happen outside these four walls and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still be Gojo Satoru and you’d still be mine.”

A tiny gasp slipped through your lips, but other than that, you couldn't move – compelled to keep his gaze – spellbound to their deep light.

“But the one thing I can’t do is make someone feel the way I want them to…” He continued, still with his voice soft. “And even though you don’t have a choice, I’m still selfish enough to wish that you’d want to stay with me. Forever.”

He gave your hands a squeeze.

“And most selfishly…” He leaned in, his face kissing yours softly, brow to brow, cheek to cheek, and nose to nose – lips ghosting as your mouths breathed in each other's air. “I want you to love me.”

Your breath shook. Eyes downcast, brows trembling, and he’d say you almost looked scared, weren’t it for how hard you gripped his hands in return – making indents in his skin with your nails as though anchoring yourself.

“Curses can’t love.” You tried excusing, but your voice was weak and he wouldn’t have it.

“I don’t believe that,” He rejected – and looking right through it, he knew you didn’t believe it either. 

Then he chuckled.

“After all… I’m the worst curse of all, and I love you.”

P1 & P2

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader but reader lost a tentacle in a barracuda incident and is now insecure and doesn't want to come out of their hiding hole and punching the octorio with their other tentacles when they try to get reader out?

(Btw love your writing!🫶🏼)

Nemo Child Reader | Yandere Octotrio

It’d be the same as Octo - Merchild that’s scared of Octavinelle except this one has the scars to prove it

But what about a Nemo-like Reader

Who was injured by a barracuda when you were developing in your egg

But you don’t remember that so you don’t really care about it now

All that remains is your little tail that has a deformed fin

But that doesn’t stop you 

When the Octatrio proposes taking you on a swim 

“So you’re from the sea?”

“Yup I think I haven’t changed in a looong time.”

“If you’d like we’re going to the Coral sea for break, would you like to come?”

“Oh yeah!” 

“You can’t go too far okay?”

“Okay!”

they just aren’t prepared to see such an obvious scar

You’re such a little young fish

And you have no fear of them even as they dwarf you in their forms

“Whatya guys holding your mouth open for come swim with me!”

“Uh…Right…”

“I’m surprised they can swim as fine as they do.”

“Oi Clownie-(Y/n) did you lose your fin to a shark or what?”

“Floyd!”

“It’s okay it’s actually a super cool story!”

They’re actually worried that you’re not more afraid 

And that’s what they’ll decide to begin teaching you to be afraid

“Okay (Y/n) you’ll have to tell me what do you do if you see the creature on the card coming towards you, okay?”

“Mmm okay!”

“Now this.”

“Jellyfish?...Maybe a big hug?”

“No. What about this one?”

“Oh yeah he’s a friend of my dad’s so hug too!”

“Oh Sevens.”

Despite priding the deep on being their teacher for their lessons about survival 

They’re not letting you get the same lessons

“Ne Jade wanted me to teach you about running but now we’re just playing tag!”

“Is that so bad? I’m having fun.”

“I would be if you weren’t so slow. Why aren’t you faster? You know little guppies like you get eaten real easy.”

You’re obviously not fit to learn the same way they did

So they’ll get you an anemone

A perfect little way to keep you protected 

But that’s only in the sea when it comes to things on land you’re none the wiser

So they’ll be your anemone 

“Should that student ever say that to you again I want you to come to the Lounge.”

“But I can’t buy anything I’ll just get in the way.”

“No you won’t. I’ll personally handle who ever bothers you. Big Brother Jade promises you.”

“Mmm okay!” 

Moving you into the Octavinelle dorm posthaste

You’re so oblivious they’ll have to just take care of it 

Don’t you know they’ll protect you best

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes ch 8

masterpost Danny did his best not to float through the building. His chest buzzed pleasantly with cheerful nerves. Jason had let him into his haunt and let him meet a family member: it was only fair to reciprocate with a little vulnerability. He was more than a little nervous that his interests weren’t cool enough. But Jason was actually listening to him, not rolling his eyes or hiding boredom at how many details Danny rattled off. It was really nice. It made him want to find out what Jason was passionate about, too. It made him want to curl under Jason’s arm. Like, lift it up and insert himself in the warm space between Jason’s body and arm. He could just sneak on in there-

Hmm. Wait. Danny blinked as he tracked his train of thought back. PDA? He stole a glance. Probably not a good idea so early into hanging out. It would come off clingy. Since Danny was legitimately a clingy motherfucker, he had to play it cool for a while to trick Jason into a false sense of security. He was trying to be on his best behavior still. 

“Oh hell yeah, we’re going to the Ring Nebula.” Jason was reading the signage, bright eyes tracking everyone moving around them and steering them effortlessly. Danny noted the multitasking with a sort of puzzled admiration. He could walk in a crowd or he could read, just one of the two. “What’s a nebula?” An incredibly subtle aura washed out from him with his self assurance and confidence. Jason just felt so in control. It was incredibly reassuring to be around. Crowds parted for him and all Danny had to do was keep pace. 

“It’s the remains of a star.  That’s a Messier object, actually. There’s a white dot at the center which is a white dwarf and then around it there’s helium, hydrogen, oxygen-” Danny cut himself off, embarrassed. He was so messy, oozing excitement all over the place. He reeled himself in and cleared his throat. “You can read about it when we get there.”

Jason frowned very slightly.

Danny felt his stomach twist. 

“What’s a Messier object?”

Oh. Danny relaxed. He talked with his hands as he explained the French astronomer, barely noticing the crowd swell that nearly bumped into him. Jason put an arm over his shoulder and steered him away. Danny absently recognized the assist but didn’t have any processing power to think about it right now. 

Jason let him go on for most of the date, which Danny would probably be embarrassed by later. In the moment, he basked in the attention. It was just nice, okay?

“I should head back.” Jason said with regret. His arm clenched just a little harder on Danny’s shoulder. His hand was warm where it hung down Danny’s chest. “Gotta get Duke his bribe and then get ready for work.” 

Danny waited for a moment. He didn’t want to step away. But maybe Jason didn’t either, because he didn’t take his arm off.

‘One of us has to move first.’

“Yeah, of course.” Danny regretfully disentangled himself, ducking out of the hold. He was a grownup or whatever. “Better get a move on. What are we getting for Duke?” They’d only snacked on ice cream while they were in the planetarium. 

Jason checked the time on his phone and let out a huffing sigh. “I don’t have time for my original plan.”

‘Because he humored me here for two hours…’

“Gimme a sec, I’ll call him and ask what he wants me to pick up.” Danny nodded in response and started jogging down the stairs out of the building, trying not to look like he was listening in. He didn’t want to listen in, he just had really good ears.

Ring once, ring twice. Then Duke picked up the call.

“Hey,” Jason said. “I-”

“Hey yourself,” said an unfamiliar voice that definitely was not Duke. It was sweet with malice.

‘Did Jason’s little brother get kidnapped while we were out?’ Danny wondered, struck still with horror. He stopped with one foot hovering over the next stair and wheeled around to look at his date.

Jason looked thunderous, brow pulled low and teeth showing. “Fuc- why do you have his phone?” Jason’s tone went high and aggrieved.

Danny prepared himself to beat the shit out of a living human. It wouldn’t be hard. 

“Because I am his favorite older brother. Obviously.”

Oh. The fight left Danny’s body in a rush.

“I am pressing X,” Jason snarked. He squeezed Danny’s shoulder and guided him into movement again. “Give it back to him and get out of my house.”

“Tu casa es mi casa,” said the man who had to be the infamous Dick, balcony infestation. “Why do you care?” His tone was so innocent that Danny sort of wanted to turn on his heel to escape whatever older shithead sibling fuckery this was. “Aren’t you busy making kissy faces at the summoning guy?”

Danny bounced off of Jason’s chest when he stopped walking midstep.

‘How does he know that? Jason didn’t say anything, right?’

“And, follow up question for Jay, does this make you a monsterfucker?” Duke howled with laughter in the background. Danny noted the betrayal. 

Dick sounded gleeful as he pushed on the topic. “He’s dead, right? What supernatural romance genre are you in? Is he going to take you to his creepy castle and keep you there? Does he have an ancient enemy who might kidnap you? Do you think he could carry you away when he rescues you? Are you looking forward to that?”

Danny huffed and yanked Jason’s hand down to bring the phone closer. He hit the speaker. “Of course I could carry him. But I would not keep him in my creepy castle against his will, you jerk,” he fumed. “And I don’t have any ancient enemies! At last, no one that I haven’t already beat up. It’s fine. Shut up and go away.” He crossed his arms.

Jason was bright red. Dick started laughing hysterically on the other side of the phone. “This is- hi, Danny!” he cackled. “You have a creepy castle, though? For the record?”

Oh no. He felt a rock form in his stomach.

‘I probably should have kept my mouth shut.’

He looked at Jason’s feet guiltily. Belatedly, he let go of his grip on Jason’s wrist.

“You sound great, wanna meet up? I need to hear about how you’re so sure you could carry my little brother away from danger. It sounds romantic.” Dick cooed. Ew. Danny bristled. This was bringing up all sorts of Jazz related trauma.

“He will not be meeting you.” Jason took the phone back. “Ever.”

“Ever?” Dick scoffed. “I really doubt that. I don’t think you could keep him away from me for one day.”

“Oh yeah?” Jason somehow puffed up his chest. “Then come find me, jackass.”

“See if I don’t.” 

Danny scoffed. “As if I need his help to dodge some nosy dweeb,” he sniffed. “Bring it, balcony creep.” He hit the end button before thinking about it.

The staircase suddenly seemed very quiet. 

Jason and Danny looked at the phone for a moment. Then Danny frowned as he realized what he’d done. “I was going to like, go back home,” he pointed out uneasily. “But that doesn’t seem in the spirit of this shitty brother challenge. And, uh.” He cleared his throat. “You had evening plans, right….”

Jason groaned and paced a few steps. He ran a hand through his hair. Danny idly watched it and wished it was his hand there. “Uh… Sorry. I can tell him to fuck off, that you’ve got better things to do.”

“...I don’t have better things to do,” Danny admitted. “I kinda want to see if he can hunt us. He’s just some guy, right?”

Jason made a face.

“Just a human guy?” Danny repeated slowly, because the hesitation there was uh, really interesting. 

“You remember how we met, right?” Jason sort of shuffled in place for a moment before he herded Danny down the sidewalk in the direction they had originally come from. “I wouldn’t say he’s a normal guy.”

…Oh, right, he’s a vigilante. Danny snorted. “That’s cute,” he said, not even trying to avoid cockiness. “I’m not worried.” He cracked his knuckles and didn’t pay attention to how bloodthirsty his grin was. “I am going to destroy your brother in a game of hide and seek so brutally that you won’t be able to look up to him afterwards.”

Jason opened his mouth. He closed it, with a considering expression. “That’s hot. Yeah, show me what you have. I can skip patrol for the night.” He gave Danny a roguish grin. “Where to, first? We have an hour before he’s out on the streets. We can get dinner, strategize?”

Danny closed his mouth on the boast that he didn’t need to strategize. This was a perfect opportunity to spend an hour batting his eyes at Jason from across a candlelit table. “Somewhere nice,” he said innocently. “He won’t immediately look for us at a date spot, will he?”

[navybrat817]

When you want to tease Bucky, you send him pics involving a peek of your underwear.

When he retaliates, he sends you a video of him devouring a peach 😂

UGH. Yes, please. I may have changed the fruit though.

Starving, Darling

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You tease Bucky and he retaliates in the best way. Word Count: Over 800 Warnings: Teasing, plum eating (bahaha), s/exy times implied, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Happy FriYAY, lovelies! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was rare for you to finish up work early on a Friday, but you had worked over the previous four days and your boss didn’t like you going over your normal hours. You weren’t going to complain when it meant you had the afternoon off. You were, however, not thrilled that Bucky didn’t play hooky with you this afternoon. Like you, he was a hard worker and you knew he had a few things to finish up before he could join you at home.

It didn’t mean you couldn’t play.

What else were you going to do to get through the afternoon?

“Sure you can’t get off early?”

The text was innocent enough. The photo beneath it of you was not. Sprawled out in the middle of the bed with your hand down your panties, you wondered if his super soldier eyes picked up just how wet you were through the fabric.

“Or should I get off by myself? Lick my fingers clean and tell you how good my pussy tastes?”

A heartbeat later, a message from Bucky popped up. God, how fast was he typing? “Don’t you fucking dare. Only one getting you off is me.”

You smirked, wondering how far you could push before there were consequences. “Don’t know, old man. Might need to break out my blue friend. This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.”

Bucky left the message on read.

A few minutes passed and he still hadn’t responded. You frowned as you checked to see if he was typing anything. You almost apologized for the “old man” remark. He knew you didn’t mean that, right?

The ding of a new message was one of the happiest sounds you heard all day. Would he tell you off for your sass? Tease you back? Your heart raced a bit when you realized he sent you a video. Maybe whatever he had to say was too much to type out.

You recognized the break room when you clicked on the video, gasping when Bucky’s face came into view. Even though he couldn’t see you through the screen, it was like his blue eyes stared into your soul. You could make out the gray hairs on his short beard from how close he was to the device. You wished you could bite his chin.

All in good time.

“You know what a good fruit for old men is? Plums,” he said, a bit of hair falling in his face as he looked down.

…what?

“Good for bone health and improving your memory,” he went on, the rumble of his voice mesmerizing you as he looked back at the screen. “Not to mention they’re delicious. So fucking sweet.”

As Bucky brought a plum to his mouth, he kept his eyes on the device and ran his tongue along the piece of fruit. His hand dwarfed it, a subtle reminder of how big your man was. Your clit throbbed when he bumped his nose against it and gently inhaled. It was the only warning you got before he sank his teeth in to devour it.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as you watched him have his fill. Juice spilled from the corner of his mouth as he growled, reminding you of how eager he got whenever he ate you out. He was relentless when it came to your taste, demanding you give him more. And you’d give it all to him. “Fuck.”

“And still doesn’t taste as sweet as you,” he said, digging his thumb into the plum as deep as it could go. “Bet your pussy’s clenching right now, wishing I was there to fill it up. Maybe I’ll make you ride my tongue before you ride my cock. Show me how good I know you are.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned, your hips shifting on the bed and wishing he was there to relieve the friction. The first time you sat on his face, you hesitated. You’d never forget how he grabbed your hips and helped guide you up and down, moaning as you coated his tongue with your release.

Champion pussy eater and best cock I’ve ever had.

He sucked the digit clean as he narrowed his eyes. “So be good ‘til I get home, keep your legs open so I can dive right in, and don’t you dare touch my cunt again before I get my mouth on it,” he ordered, his voice deep and knowing before he took one more bite. “And I expect an apology for getting me hard during a meeting when you weren’t under the table to suck me off.”

You licked your lips, wishing he was there to slide the heavy weight of his cock to the back of your throat.

“Love you, doll,” he added, licking the last drop from his lip before the video ended.

Well played, old man.

You smiled as you typed back, “Love you, too, and I'll have your dessert waiting.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

This man. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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Hiii! I loved your last Ominis X reader fic so much 😍 I really hope you write more!! I have a few prompts I’d love to read but feel free to pick and choose any ones you like because I’ll take any Ominis content you give 🥰

- Reader gets hurt and has to go to the hospital wing. Ominis is super worried and spends as much time as he can with them.

- Reader falls asleep on Ominis’ shoulder (or vice versa)

- Ominis getting bad dating/flirting advice from Sebastian to use on reader. Queue a facepalm from Anne and a very confused reader

- Reader comforts Ominis after he receives a particularly bad howler from his parents

- Ominis and reader each trying to build up the courage to initiate their first kiss.

these are all so sweet oml!! ! happy valentine's day everyone! thank you for all the love! <3

valentine's day chaos

ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)

word count: 1200

prompts:

-Ominis getting bad dating/flirting advice from Sebastian to use on reader

-Reader gets hurt and has to go to the hospital wing

-Reader falls asleep on Ominis’ shoulder

and another ask: Loved your Ominis story! More pleaseee! Maybe from the prompt list: “are you really so oblivious?” I feel like that’s so very Ominis to say haha!

beware of spoilers in the comments/tags/reblogs!

ominis was doomed the moment he started to ask sebastian

unfortunately for him, he doesn't really trust anyone else for this super secret task he has appointed himself, and who else would he ask if not for his best mate sebastian? (literally anyone else)

"you want to ask y/n out on a date, do you?"

ominis tries to hide his shock, "what makes you say that?"

sebastian shrugs matter-of-factly, "well, it's valentine's day, and you've been talking about y/n all day today"

they both turn their heads to the sounds of y/n and anne laughing as they play summoner's court

"i have an idea on how you can woo y/n," sebastian suggests, and he basically sees ominis' ears twitch in interest

"well?" ominis starts, almost irritated, as he waits for sebastian, "what is it?"

sebastian smirks, "i know she will appreciate this and you will successfully woo y/n. women love grand gestures of love, y'know."

cut to charms class, all four of you are (kind of) listening to professor ronen talk about some softening charm when

BAM! the door burst open

you crane your head to see...

dwarves

three of them, wearing golden wings and carrying harps, making them resemble cupids...if not for the scowls on their faces

it may as well be goblins from the way they scowl and look around the room

you and anne exchange curious looks, wondering if professor ronen has somehow hired these dwarves, but judging from the curious look on his face as well, you doubt it

you miss sebastian elbowing ominis, an excited look on his face, and whispering, "here they are"

"y/n l/n?" one gruff dwarf calls out

you shrink next to anne, unsure of what the dwarf wants, but you have a sense that it wasn't good

professor ronen, bless him, is very confused, "um... excuse me?"

"are you y/n?"

"err, no...but--"

"y/n l/n?!" all three dwarves shout

anne pipes up, "here! she's here!" raising her hand to point at you

you try to glare at her, curious and anxious about the dwarves

one dwarf tosses you what appears to be a box of chocolates, which you almost drop, while another one clears his throat before reciting in a gruff voice

"y/n l/n, the sound of your laugh

is like my calming draught

i wish we would hug

you are a beauty and me, a lousy dugbog"

"dugbog??" ominis hisses at sebastian, who looks proud of his creation

everyone in the classroom giggles as the three dwarves try to do a pirouette and then vanish

"oh y/n," anne exclaims, "that was so..."

"sweet?" sebastian suggests

"embarrassing!" anne retorts with a laugh. behind her, you dont notice ominis turning pale (paler than he usually is already) before sending a mean elbow into sebastian's stomach (a hex too)

as the class tries to transition back to class, you see looks on their faces, excited to see what is inside the box

you open it and you see a chocolate frog

"oh," you sigh, relieved, before smiling, "this isn't so bad."

when you bite into it however, you feel your stomach turn

professor ronen and anne must have noticed how green you looked as the professor quickly produces a bag in front of you

you proceed to empty the contents of your stomach into the bag

anne frowns at this, "it's a vomiting valentine! it's a nasty thing you usually send to someone who broke your heart on valentine's day!"

"quickly, miss sallow," professor ronen instructs, "please take her to the hospital wing!"

this time, it was sebastian's turn--appearing greener than a frog.

"sallow, what have you done?" ominis hisses, "i thought you said this would work!"

"the dwarves worked, didn't they? they must have picked up a different package, she wasn't supposed to get the vomiting valentine!"

"you oaf!" the gaunt boy huffs as he and sebastian follow you and anne out of the classroom and to the hospital wing, ignoring professor ronen's shouts

-

thankfully, nurse blainey is able to solve your...valentine's malady

ominis, however, is so consumed by guilt, and in his head he just keeps regretting having asked sebastian for help

so when he and seb find you recovering in the hospital wing, he's relieved

and he decides that this should be the time to apologize

"some valentine's, huh?" you smile at them

in seb's quest to ask for ominis' forgiveness, he manages to drag his sister away from the hospital wing

you smile at them and wave, before turning to ominis, who looks stiff as a board, "ominis, are you alright?"

his voice is hard, "you got hurt."

you gesture to yourself, "this? oh it was nothing," you wave your hand to dismiss it

"no," he replies, "you got hurt...because of m- some stupid, stupid valentine's day prank. and you got embarrassed by those dwarves too."

you can see how much this is affecting ominis, so you try to reach for him, settling for his hand

you pull him closer to you, telling him to sit beside you on the bed, "i'll move over, sit here with me"

ominis hums, and sits beside you

"it's all sebastian's fault"

you turn your head to look at him, confused, "seb?"

"yes, he ordered those dwarves...they must have switched the package with the vomiting valentine"

hearing this from ominis kind of deflates you, and you unconsciously turn away from him

"oh...sebastian did those for me? does he...like me?"

ominis gapes in shock, eyebrows raising, "no! i mean...yes, he did all those...but he doesn't like you! he doesn't hate you either...i just meant--"

he sighs, "i asked him for help on what to give you for valentine's day...so this was all his idea. i thought...you'd like these grand gestures and--"

"wait," you perk up, smiling. ominis can hear the joy in your voice, "you...like me?"

now it's ominis' turn to look in your direction, head tilting in curiosity, "yes, of course. are you really so oblivious?"

you laugh, in shock, in relief, as you clutch his hand happily. "i guess i am. but even with the dwarves and the vomiting valentine, this day is still good."

"what makes you say that?"

you blush, mustering the courage to lean in and rest your head on his shoulder. he smells good, feels warm, safe. "well, because i just found out the person i like likes me back."

ominis hums happily at that, visibly relaxing.

you two don't say anything else, but you quietly relish in each other, his hands wrapped around yours

and slowly, he rests his head on top of yours, feeling your breathing becoming even

and ominis closes his eyes, taking in your scent, thinking, "yes, perhaps today wasn't so bad after all."

the twins come to check on you two in a while, and sebastian sighs in relief when they see you two resting, with your head on ominis' shoulder and his head resting on top of yours.

all's well that ends well

until...

"you won't be getting away with this, sebastian," ominis calls out.

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Chapter 6 [IKYLHT]

~2.5k Words | Series Masterlist | Prev | Next Chapter [Coming Soon]

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Brushing the last of the water droplets off your arm, you fling the remnants of your shower towards the sleeping giants you call your partners.

“Johnny, Simon.”

The men peak their eyes open, letting out a hum of acknowledgement.

“I’m done showering. Up up, let’s go.”

You move to slip on your boots, lacing up as Soap complains.

“C’mon, Bun. We’ve got plenty of time. Lay down for a bit.”

He reaches his arms out, making grabby hands and scooting towards the far edge of the bed.

Ghost pats the space in the middle, shifting over as best he can on the mattress. Their bodies dwarf the bed in comparison.

“We’re not gonna fit, Johnny.” You laugh out, hands measuring the gap between the men against the width of your hips. 

“C’mon now, we’re gonna be late. If we miss the flight, Price is sticking us on a commercial flight. You know he won’t pay for upgrades.”

He looks towards the small space, resting his arms over his stomach and giving a small shrug with his signature smile.

“It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“No John! I’m not letting you win this one. We really can’t be late, let’s go.”

Shrugging once more, he sighs out with a semi-smug tone.

“Can’t force ya’ to rest. We’ll take ten more minutes, then.” He rolls over, nuzzling into Simon. 

His statement takes you by surprise, but you don’t think much of it. He’s acting like a cocky little shit, as he tends to do (a blessing and a curse, really) so you give him the benefit of the doubt that he’d trying to persuade you into napping with them via the ‘calling chicken’ method.

For two soldiers, it was surprisingly effective. Not entirely sure how we still have all ten fingers.

Now normally you’d play along, let him win since it benefits the both of you anyways. But something was just off this morning. Maybe it was the lackluster sleep last night, maybe it was those feelings that carried over being a little more intense than you initially realized. Whatever it was, you didn’t feel like you could just let him win this one. For whatever reason your subconscious had rationalized, this was the hill you’d die on.

“Uhh, Johnny. It's breakfast. We always have breakfast together. Come on, don’t be lazy.” You force out a small laugh. 

He nuzzles a little further into Simon.

“It’s just breakfast, Bun.”

You try to hold the bitterness back as you quietly scoff.

It is just breakfast. 

“Okay. Yeah. Whatever. I’ll just go by myself.”

He hums.

Eyes landing on Simon, you watch his blank stare, both of you completely unmoving. 

You wait for his response- verbal, physical, anything- and huff when you’re met with nothing. 

Fine then.

Practically slamming the door as you stomp out of the room, you turn to walk towards the mess hall but stop no more than three feet into the hallway. 

Looking over your shoulder, you wait.

A few seconds go by.

A few more go by.

Then fifteen.

Then you check the time on your phone, owlishly blink as the number changes.

With a small nod, your eyes shut as you feel the irritation puddle into something akin to grief. 

It’s so much easier being angry, you realize, as you quietly make your way to the mess hall.

Maybe that’s what this is. This new way of being that had suddenly taken hold. 

You’d been angry before- at your parents and their cruelty, at your teachers and their negligence, at the military recruiters, at Barrow, at Graves, at Shepherd, at yourself. 

But this wasn’t anger anymore. This was something else entirely- something that smelled like Santiago’s cologne, something that tasted like his chapstick, something that looked like his empty casket.

It’s dramatic, and you realize that, but you can’t help but feel it.

Something was happening. Maybe it was Johnny’s close-call with Hassan, maybe it was your separation in Las Almas- whatever it was, you couldn’t help but feel cursed.

You’d sworn off having a partner, not to mention one in the military or even worse, on your team.

You’d already felt that pain once. Discovered what it was like to witness your spouse taken from you right before your eyes, all under your command. To watch your comrades, your friends carry his body for miles and miles as you tried to muffle your breakdown, only to leave all six of them in the desert.

I couldn’t carry them all.

Now you’re in the same situation, you’re losing him all over again and he’s not even dead. 

He’s a hall’s length away, napping with a man you so eagerly roped in, a man that was so quick to embrace the two of you in a way you so desperately needed.

He could give the two of you the lives you’d always wanted, he could give you all he has to give.

He could give Johnny everything, something you simultaneously love and absolutely despise him for.

He understands Johnny. Understands him in every way you do and every way you never will. 

You push around the food on your tray until it’s practically inedible, picturing the two men peacefully sleeping in your room as you force away the last realization your mind conjures up.

For the first time since Santiago’s death, you were sitting in the mess hall, alone.

-

Staring at the blinking cursor, you rack your brain on what to reply. The small group chat was mostly empty, save for a few grocery requests, as the three of you almost always communicated in-person or over comms. 

Suds: where’d you go bunny? weren’t in the mess

05:16

Fantasma: 0700 flight. See you on the tarmac.

05:58

Sighing out, you switch from the chat you’d left unanswered for quite some time now, opening the group made specifically for 141-UK. 

Captain Price: CRAF, 0735. Tarmac by 0700. See you soon.

06:00

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick: See ya soon Cap

06:07

Suds: rog :p

06:12

Simon was with Price, evidenced by the flight information being sent at nearly the same time. That meant he wasn’t with Johnny, which meant you wouldn’t have a way to bail yourself out of a conversation with Soap if you ran into him. 

You just weren’t ready- and if there’s one thing good ol’ military therapy ever taught you, it was that you didn’t always have to do things on other people’s timelines.

You type back a quick ‘Affirm’ and slide your phone back into your pocket, watching as the sun begins to splay its golden rays over the outdoor training grounds. 

It’s almost refreshing. Brings you back to simpler times. 

If Johnny was here you’d already be telling him some story from way back in basic, all the shit you’d endured throughout training alongside the small group of friends you’d made early on into Pendleton.

But he’s not here. 

Truthfully, you don’t know where he is. You hadn’t stuck around long enough to find out. You could’ve gone back. Could’ve said something, had him fix all your problems the way he always managed to do. Could’ve let him know how you felt.

But as always, just like Santiago would always tell you, you were self sabotaging. Pushing him away so he couldn’t do it first. Making it your choice. 

It’s not like you don’t know what’s happening. You’re aware of it, probably more now than ever before. 

You know, you just can’t stop. 

Pushing off the wall, you begin to make your way from your position near the far edge of base to the barracks, flinging the last of the orange peels in your hand to the birds. You hadn’t skipped breakfast entirely. You’re still a Marine, after all.

Flying CRAF was always shit- being sardined into cramped seats with a hundred other soldiers awaiting their next orders.

It provided one major upside today, though. 

A chance to work through your thoughts in peace. 

Well… relative peace. He still has to know he fucked up.

Walking back to your room, head held a little higher than before, you knock and unlock the door once more.

This time when you’re greeted with silence, it’s due to their lack of presence. Johnny’s duffle sits on the bed next to yours.

He’s either showering in his accomodation or grabbing a quick breakfast, so you take the opportunity you’ve been given.

Slinging both duffles over each shoulder, you make your way to the tarmac where Price and Gaz stand watching the other soldiers board.

“Captain, Gaz. Good morning.”

Lifting a shoulder and gesturing towards Johnny’s bag, you never cease walking as you continue your small talk, effectively forcing the two into following you onto the aircraft.

Gaz a tad more eager to jump into conversation than Price, he happily chats on with ease as you make your way down the aisle.

The seats are in 2-4-2 formation, and you make a point to set Johnny’s bag- fit with Union Jack and Saltire patches- in the window spot of the two seater in your desired row. 

Gesturing to the four seats on the other side of the aisle, you turn back to Gaz.

“Is here good?”

“Wherever’s fine by me. Cap?” He turns, asking the older man.

“Go ahead.” Price gestures towards the seats with a small shrug.

Gaz puts a foot forward but you slide in front of him before he gets the chance, moving down to the third seat and allowing Gaz, Price, the aisle, then Ghost to fill the space between you and Johnny.

That’ll do.

The seat to your right is empty, and you quietly pray to some higher power it remains that way.

Sliding your duffle under the seat, you turn to Gaz with a smile.

“That’s perfect. I prefer the middle section.”

It’s a half truth, one you don’t feel bad about telling.

You don’t let him get a word in, tapping the book in his hand with your newly regulation-approved painted nails. 

“Whatchya reading, Sarge?”

He flips over the book with a small shrug, scanning his eyes over the synopsis before handing it over with that boyish grin he so often sports. 

“Haven’t looked, to be honest. Mom mentioned she meant to pick up a copy. Figured I’d drop by home before heading back to base.”

“You visit her a lot?”

“Whenever I’ve got the chance, really.” 

You hear him before you see him, Johnny coming down the aisle clear as day in your peripherals. 

You smile back at Gaz, tilt your head a little closer to his.

“The missus isn’t too happy at that, then?”

A light blush dusting over his cheeks, he’s glancing at Johnny, then down at his lap- shaking his head with a bright smile and a small laugh- before letting his charm override his shyness.

“No misses to upset, ma’am.”

“Still just Rabbit, Gaz.”

Catching Johnny’s eye, you smile and give a single nod before angling your body slightly away from him and opening the book Gaz had handed you. 

Your eyes scan the words but they don’t process in your mind, too busy focusing on your peripherals again. 

You see Johnny turn his head, gaze falling on his duffle sitting on the far window chair. You see the way he looks back at you in confusion. Whether he connects the dots or not- it seemed as though he was more confused at what was happening than why- he begins putting his duffle in the overhead, turning to Ghost and gesturing for his. 

Braving a look at Simon, you rake your eyes over his form.

Damn, he looks good. 

He’s wearing a black medical face mask, probably showing you more of his face at one time than you’d ever seen before.

Johnny may have looked him dead in the eye in Las Almas, but you’d chosen to grant the man some semblance of privacy and look away. 

Mentally you piece together the top and bottom portions of his face- try your best to commit it to memory while reminding yourself you’re still mad at him.

Well, sorta. 

Johnny scoots into the window seat, almost clipping his head on the luggage compartment he’d just closed, if not for Simon’s hand padding the collision. 

He turns to you and smiles, you see it by the small squint of his eyes and the way his cheeks rise.

You let a smile grace your lips, a real one, spurred on by the simple fact that he’s so good at this. So good with Johnny, so good with you. 

He motions to the seat in front of him, offering it up, but you give a barely noticeable shake of your head and smile once more. 

I know I’m being unfair. You’re doing everything right. It’s not you I’m mad at, I promise. 

I’m sorry, Si. 

You watch the way his eyes travel between Gaz and Price, then back to you, before he nods his head and lowers into the seat.

That’ll be a serious talk later, you can tell by the blank look he quickly adopted, but at least you have eight hours to avoid that conversation.

A small sigh passing your lips, you shut the book and settle your eyes onto your knees. 

“Boy troubles?” He teases with a small smile, raising a brow knowingly. 

You lean forward to glance at Price- who sits legs spread, arms crossed with his boonie hat tilted and covering his face- and reply to Gaz quietly.

“No. No, we’re all good.”

His smile dips, turning a little more into a grimace.

“Yeah, I’m sure he thinks that. Doesn’t seem like you do, Rabbit.”

Your eyes snap back up to his, eyes squinting slightly. You can’t help but feel defensive for both yourself and Johnny, even if he is right.

He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping, I just mean-”

“No. No, it’s fine.” You glance up at his side profile and barely murmur out, “It’s just… Is it that obvious?”

His eyes shift from semi-playful to empathetic.

“I mean, listen. I hardly know you. But what I do know is you two are attached at the hip. I do know that I’ve never seen Johnny so smitten over anyone. Whatever’s happening now? Water under the bridge once we’re home. Yeah?”

“Yeah” You murmur, the cogs in the machine that is your brain pulling at top speed. “Can’t get anything past you, now, can I?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, that charming smile back once more. 

“Or Price. He just won’t mention it like I will.”

Your own smile returning, you bump your shoulder with his before scooting yourself down your seat and copying Price’s stature.

Gaz does the same, pulling his cap over his eyes and leaning his head back.

Glancing past him, you look towards your boys once more.

Ghost catches your eyes and tilts his head in question. Johnny’s already half passed out, leaning against his shoulder and slowly nodding off.

You smile at Simon, a real, genuine smile, before turning straight once more and closing your eyes.

Shifting your right leg, you quietly inch your boot closer to your duffle under the seat in front of you. 

Shoulders relaxing, you let out a deep breath, tapping your boot against the blue and white Saltire patch twice.

-

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Good Morning honey, I was thinking about a request of Michael Myers x fem reader its starts with the reader walking down a dark alleyway at 11pm on Halloween and she gets pinned to the wall by the strength of Michael, thank you for blessing me with your posts❤️

Skin Alley

1.5k | Michael x Fem!Reader | 18+ NSFW

A/N: thanks for the great Michael ask, @megangovier20! 🖤 and thanks @dark-scape for encouraging me to try Michael POV some time. I thought this might be a good one for it idk.

WARNINGS: Dubcon? this is a sluttified-by-michael™️ encounter. Unsafe P in V. Brief dark fluff. Maybe knife play don't remember. (Doing these detailed warnings way later)

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It's Halloween. Michael Myers is lurking outside a bar when the clock tower strikes 11:00 PM. He’s only killed two people all night. He decides to move on. He's in the mood to stalk or chase. He doesn’t have a plan, but he has a general direction. He heads toward his childhood home. Michael cuts through Skin Alley and stops to watch a zombie couple cross the street. He almost follows them, but he hears his name behind him, echoing through the dark alley in the most attractive voice.  

“Michael Myers hasn’t even been seen this year. I promise I’ll text as soon as I'm home, ok?”  The sound of his name in your mouth makes Michael forget about everything else.

He ducks into a crevasse and watches you, transfixed. You're beautiful, with a quiet intensity. Your skeleton dress hugs your body in all the right places. You pull your sleeves down over your hands and look around nervously like you feel his presence. He can practically feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. Blood rushes to his loins at this thought. You rub your arms as if you’re cold and quicken your pace.  

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When you’re about to pass by him, he takes one large step into the middle of the alley and cuts you off. You scream. It's a short, jump-scare scream, not a scream like you fully realize who’s in front of you. Michael watches your face drain to white as the realization sets in. You take a deep breath, and just as you start to scream bloody murder, he wraps his large hand around your throat and slams you up against the brick wall.  

You thrash pointlessly against his strength and try to yell. You’re stronger than you look, but still far too weak. He doesn’t even need to use both hands. His fingers tighten and you stop trying to scream. 

You’re so beautiful in the moonlight with your eyes wide and your heart racing under his fingers. He exhales and you stare, unblinking, like rodent prey, searching the dark eye holes of his mask for something human. You gag and he loosens his grip. Then, when you try to scream again, he grabs you by the jaw and lifts you up off the ground. He pins you with his other arm across your chest and your breasts swell against him with every heavy, desperate breath you take. He takes out his knife.  

“Please,” you say. “Please don’t kill me."

Maybe he won't.

Your eyes water and you whimper. You look even prettier crying. His massive hand dwarfs your face. The sight of his hand around your throat is getting him really hard. He presses his thigh between your legs so you’re straddling his enormous leg. Gravity forces the heat of your loins into him. You lean your head back into the wall away from his mask. With you pinned there by his body, he hikes up your dress, exposing one of your thighs to the cold air – Your spiderweb fishnets don’t do much. Your other thigh is pinned by the warm, hard length in Michael’s suit. He's only getting harder.    

Michael throbs against you, and the fear in your eyes is gradually overtaken by something else. Your pupils dilate into black holes and your face flushes. He brings his face closer to yours and slightly tilts his head, acknowledging the shift behind your eyes. No, he won’t kill you, he decides. Not yet, anyway.

He’s captivated. He’ll make you his right then and there. He’ll make you unravel. The air grows warm with dark energy as he fills the black holes of your eyes with something you never knew you needed but won't be able to live without, try as you might. Your warmth throbs into his thigh. His breath deepens.

You reach for his zipper. He eases you down to your feet while you unzip his mechanic suit, down past his tight, faded navy tee. He stops your hand at his waist and your brow furrows. You grope his hardness — It’s more than a handful for you. This sends a surge of arousal through his body. His hips force more of him into your palm, flattening the back of your hand against your dress. He wedges his thigh between your legs again and feels you moisten through the fabric. He inhales deeply.

He removes his knee and replaces it with his hand. Two large fingers feel along your damp seam, then he grabs the crotch of your fishnets. His knife slices them open in one swift motion, nicking your inner thigh with the point of his blade. Neither of you react to the blood. He lets the weapon clatter to the ground. 

He pulls his zipper down more and reaches in to free his monster cock. He’s rock hard for you. You gasp when you see it and a look of horror spreads across your face. This turns him on even more. He knows it’ll be too much. His veiny erection throbs angrily into his hand. He lifts you up with both hands and your legs wrap around him.  

He aligns himself at your warm, moist hole, then penetrates you. You’re so fucking tight and wet. You moan, but the tip of his cock is barely inside.  He growls almost imperceptibly, then his large arms adjust your weight and bounce you down on his cock, letting gravity sink you further down. You gasp and your face looks pained. He rests your upper back against the wall, then plunges his full length into you and you scream. You look like you were just stabbed - he knows the facial expression well.   

He covers your mouth with his massive hand. Your heels dig into his ass. His animal instincts take over. Most of his body stays perfectly still while his ass flexes and he fucks you at an escalating place. Soon he’s pummelling you violently with all his length. You groan and whimper and your eyes water into tears, which makes him even hotter for you.  

He moans softly into his mask as he fucks you. He puts his hands on the wall on either side of you and you wrap your arms around his neck. With all your limbs wrapped around him, Michael backs up slightly from the wall. Your weight is no burden for his super-strength, especially with you hanging on so tight. He uses his hands to bring you down when he thrusts into you, then up when he retreats.  

You begin to twitch around his length. You moan and whimper and he only fucks you harder and faster. Your face contorts and your sounds grow louder. Your walls clench down around his cock. He wraps his arms tight around you and holds you down on his hips. You groan loudly and he doesn’t muffle you. He plunges his obscene length into you hard and slow while you come on his cock.  

"Michael," you whimper. 

Satisfied with what he’s seeing and hearing, he allows his own climax, letting your tight, wet cunt milk his cock. He explodes into you, extending your peak. Every two seconds, he releases what would be a full load for any other man. When you’re both finished coming, he sets you down on the ground again and pulls out.

-

You straighten your dress and lean against the wall, watching him zip up his jumpsuit.  

Michael observes you. You're disheveled and spent with a rosy face, weak eyes, and a furrowed brow. He can tell you're already wanting more, even if you haven't realized it yet. He can sense it. He’ll let you live. You'll try desperately to fill the void he leaves, but you belong to him now and no one else will ever be enough. 

He bends down and picks up his knife. As he slowly walks away, he thinks about what’s in store for you. Your life as you knew it is over. You’ll become someone else. You won’t be able to stop thinking about this night. Your transformation is already beginning. That's at least as satisfying to him as killing you would have been. 

He’s going to follow you from a distance and find out where you live. But first, he'll pretend to go his own way. Before he reaches the end of the alley, he hears your footsteps racing to catch up.

“Michael!” 

His gut reaction is annoyed. He stops and turns only slightly, then his irritation turns into fascination. It's all over your face - what he did to you, it's taking effect remarkably fast. What was it about you that allowed you to imprint on him immediately? You position yourself right behind him, and he lets you touch his hulking back. Your hands slide up to his shoulders.  

You want.... a ride? Your audacity. . . and yet, he's so intrigued by this development. His first instinct is to throw you over his shoulder instead, until he decides what to do with you. But he considers the mutual benefit of you riding on his back, like a fish on a whale: allowing him to brazenly walk the streets, just dominating Haddonfield in plain view.

He relents and squats down. You jump up and wrap your legs around his huge trunk. He catches your thighs in his massive hands and adjusts your weight. His warm cum trickles out of you and dampens the back of his jumpsuit as he lumbers down the street with you on his back, looking for someone to kill.  

-

michael tag list: @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke hmu to add/remove yourself.

[sp-by-april]

One shot with gross yandere/stalker Eric and heavy bdsm? Breaking and entering, dom/sub, impact play, shibari, slapping, maybe calling him master, the whooooole nine yards (^^ゞ

Take it and run with it, everything you write is fire

Your wish is my command. 👼🏽

Cartman x F!Reader

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I wasn’t sure what to do. I fell asleep safely in my bed at my parent's house and woke up in Eric’s basement. He was so excited when I woke, he was practically vibrating.

I looked around to try and get my bearings. I was stripped naked and so was he. I had to stare. His cock was rock hard, dripping wet with precum and so fucking thick that just looking at it hurt. The next thing I knew, I was up on my knees, and my hands were behind my back. I was groggy and confused the entire time he tied my body up in thick red ropes.

I whined as I tried to wiggle and loosen anything.

Eric knelt behind me, “You’re so cute when you struggle,”

He smacked my ass hard as shit and I cried out.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” He groaned and I could tell he was stroking himself back there, “You can’t just tease me like you do and not expect me to do something,”

“..What? I don’t know–“ I stammered.

“Don’t play stupid. You know exactly what I’m talking about.,” He rubbed the head of his thick cock along my slit, “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re swollen shut,”

He pushed inside me and I nearly screamed. My outburst of pain subsided into a small whimper.

“Stop whining,” He smacked my ass again, rubbed his palm over the sore spot, and then squeezed my flesh, “I’ll make it fit,”

He thrust deep inside of me and I bit my lip until I tasted copper. He was stretching me out so far I could barely stand it.

He groaned as he shifted into me, “You’re so fucking tight,”

The way he felt inside of me was incredible. I winced in pleasure and pain as Eric continued to build up a rhythm, pounding into me harder and faster. He grabbed onto the rope and started using it to pull me further onto his cock.

I clenched my teeth as I tried not to scream or moan at too high of a volume.

Apparently that was a mistake.

“I know you can get louder,” Eric leaned over me and his hand slid over my throat, “Don’t make me get rough. I’ll probably come just from smacking you around,”

My whimper turned into full throated moan. Eric slammed into me hard, as if to prove it point, and my whole body jumped as I cried out.

The wet smacking sounds of his body slamming into mine were dwarfed by the moans and cries pouring out of my mouth.

Despite the pain, that thick cock he had was massaging my sweet spot so damn well. I couldn’t fucking stand how good it felt.

All my muscled seized up, and my arms wrenched in pain. My eyes rolled back, my jaw went slack as a loud, shuddering moan erupted from deep inside of me. The soft, warm walls in my core tightened up around him and gripped him possessively.

I wasn’t the only one who had something erupt. Eric groaned deep and loud, almost as loud as I was. His hips bucked up into me abruptly and I nearly squealed as he tested the limits of my core. He buried himself as deep as my body would let him and I could feel each intense pulse as his cock spit hot, wet jets up against my cervix and filled me up completely. I was convinced that his cum would be spilling out of me for days.

He panted and leaned over me, “You want more, don’t you?”

I sighed as the hand around my throat tightened, “Yes, sir,”

[bitkahuna]

“Well if you were worried about cool people you shouldn’t have let Peony invite that ElvenKing.” Pippin pointed out.

Bilbo almost looked a mix of disgusted and concerned. “King Thranduil is c- wait why did Peony want to invite him?”

-----

Thorin in the moonlight was something else.

Of course, he’d always loved Thorin in the sun. Thorin in the forest. Bathing in the river. Under firelight in the bedroom. But Thorin in the moonlight, surrounded by his mountainous kingdom of stone. It was something else.

The bit of grey in his hair seemed to shine in the moonlight and the silver beads and baubles in his hair and braids were gleaming. “You look like a dream.”

-----

“You’re my cup-bearer, are you not?”

Bilbo blinked,. His lips were slightly parted and he licked them, brushing his hair behind his ear. What was wrong with him?

“To make sure it isn’t poisoned?” He looked at the rim of the cup before him, entirely unable to look the king in his eyes.

“Will you not do your duty?”

“Are you ordering me?”

“Yes.”

-----

Bilbo nodded to himself and waited for the two of them to exit, fully intending to be discovered.

“Oh!” The Bekhzél gave a small gasp of surprise when she saw Bilbo leaning against the wall just outside the Great Hall. Thorin quickly rushed to join her, looking a bit guilty when he saw Bilbo there. “Chamber Master Baggins, you surprised me.”

“You surprise me, Bekhzél.” He spoke with something heavy in his voice. Bitterness? He wasn’t sure.

-----

Bilbo swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “I- A-Are you trying to get me in bed? I’ll kick everyone out right this instant.”

Thorin’s deep chuckle rumbled through the crowded hall, grounding Bilbo back to the present. The smirk playing on the dwarf king's lips was undeniably mischievous. "Not tonight, Bilbo," he replied, his voice a soothing timbre that only added to Bilbo's flustered state. "Though, the thought had crossed my mind once or twice."

-----

in a quiet hall of Erebor, Mirabella Brandybuck hit the ground.

Unhinged version:

Faramir, being led around by four of the Boggins sisters. He gave Bilbo a polite wave before he was hurried along.

“Check on him in half an hour and save him if need be.” He whispered to Frodo, who nodded while trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, don’t laugh at the poor man.” He scolded while barely stopping a chuckle of his own.

The Princes of Erebor were next, with Fíli and Kíli quickly being approached by Merry and Pippin. The four seem to be getting on quite well and that only made Bilbo nervous.

----

Elrond’s twins, Elladan and Elrohir, were next to enter just as the music started up. The twins very quickly caught sight of the princes of Erebor with Merry and Pippin and immediately made their way over.

Ah. There are six of them. Erebor was doomed at this rate.

-----

Peony and Thranduil were sitting quite close and were chatting away like old friends.

Why the fuck was Peony even near him? Why was he talking to Peony? Maybe it was a weird pregnancy thing, like when she once insisted that sardines and mangos were delicious together. Yes. Certainly, it was the pregnancy that was messing with her brain and making her think it was a good idea to befriend King Thranduil of Mirkwood.

-----

He still frowned at the sight of Peony and Thranduil sitting together. He even noticed Legolas giving them odd looks from where he stood, now with the group of Elrond’s sons, the princes of Erebor, Merry and Pippin. There are seven of them now. He certainly didn’t regret introducing them. The elves and the dwarves would never scheme together, but with Merry and Pippin, he felt all the worse and most mischievous traits of them all were amplified. It stressed Bilbo out enough that he didn’t notice Peony and Thranduil quietly leaving together.

[kaija-rayne-author]

DA 4 Veilguard predictions

Okay so I wanted to get a whole ass post about what I think is likely to happen in DA 4 done before the reveals but I haven’t had the time between work and life.

There are MASSIVE spoilers for every Dragon Age game, book, comic, and most internet theories in this post. Proceed with caution.

Also I swear like the truckers I grew up around. So CW on language.

First and foremost, I’m going to warn you all that I’m a die-hard Solavellan. If you don’t like that? Don’t bother reading this. And for gods’ sake don’t bother arguing with me about it. Depending on my mood, I’ll either first roast your face off and then eat it with bbq sauce or if I’m feeling generous, I’ll just block your ass. You like what you like about games. I’ll like what I like. I don’t shit in your porridge, I ask you to not do it to me. As I’m writing this, I’m 47 years old and I’ve been gaming since I was 9. Which means I’ve been gaming longer than a lot of you have been alive. Stop yucking on people’s yum. There’s far too little joy in this world. Go find your own.

So, this is just a partial post (albeit, in true to me fashion, an incredibly LONG one XD). It will cover stuff I think we might see revealed in things this weekend at either SGF or Xbox whatever (I have no idea why they’d bother with the Xbox thing since they hold such a small share of the gaming market these days but whatever.) We’re seeing something between Friday and Monday. Hopefully, enough to give hope to the masses.

Depending on how much time I have before I have to serve dinner I might add some more of my theories.

It’s a bit silly of me to be so obsessed about this game because my computer definitely won’t be able to handle it, and because I’m a disabled, neurodivergent author with a family to support… well… the likelihood of me being able to buy both a computer able to handle it and the game itself any time in the near future isn’t good. So, I won’t be able to play it. I am going to add my links and a go fund me to the bottom of this post (which has taken me hours to research and write so if you would like to donate to the cause I would be so deeply appreciative. Dragon Age is one of my AuDHD special interests, and it’s killing part of my soul to know I can’t participate when it comes out. I promise I’ll write all sorts of interesting stuff about it!)

But I can’t help myself. Letting my research-oriented, lore-obsessed brain noodle about Dragon Age is one of my very favourite special interests. So, without further ado… here goes!

CLASSES

I think we have a good chance of seeing some of these as playable classes.

Knight-Templar ❌

Lord of Fortune ✅

Antivan Crow ✅

Mortalitasi (Nevarran necromancer) ✅

Grey Warden ✅

Shadow Dragon ✅

Shaper/Carta/Kal-Sharok/Sha-Brytol Dwarf ❌

Veil Jumper ✅

Fen’harel Fanatic (not his usual people, the fanatical ones detailed in Tevinter Nights) ❌

Companions

A lot of these ideas come from the supplementary material that I’ve read at least three times each. I’m obsessed. What can I say?

Qunari: ✅ Tal-Vashoth Sarrebas, maybe Qwydion? ❌

Rivani Lord of Fortune: ✅ ‘Hollix’ maybe? That would be fun, plus they are canonically non-binary! Please please please? With sugar on top? ❌

Tevinter Mage/Magister: ✅ Maevaris Tilani ❌ would be so cool, but I’d be equally as happy to see Neve Gallus. ✅ Honestly, they both have benefits for me. Mae is trans and Neve has a prosthetic leg. Alternatively, I liked Myrion ❌ well enough that he’d be a cool companion too. And he’s canonically bisexual from what I read between the lines.

Grey Warden: ✅ Please let it be Antoine! ❌ (Antoine absolutely has ADHD and I would love to see more of that rep in a AAA game.) Evke ❌ could be fun too.

Templar Knight-Commander: Rana Savras ❌

Spirit Companion: I really hope it’s not Audric. 1. He’s not really a spirit, he’s a higher undead, which is a Zombie by any other term. And all the poor guy wants is to organize his library. I’ll be quite disappointed with the writers if they go this route.

So, we’ve had Faith/Wynn, Justice/Anders, and Compassion/Cole. There are two other widely known benevolent spirits in Dragon Age canon. Valor and Hope. Given what I think is gonna happen in DA4, my money is on a Hope spirit. ❓

Antivan Crow: ✅ Illario Dellamorte. ❌ (I really really hope it’s not Lucanis Dellamorte. 💩 He’s so damned annoying and gods that is NOT how an assassin operates. Here's my professional editorial opinion of why Lucanis is an absolutely terrible character.

Veil Jumper/Dalish/City Elf: ✅ Strife. ❌ Please please please? He’d be so awesome as a companion character. He’s not young! I want an older companion character. (And it would let them get away with the white hair on a darker skinned character without it being racist as fuck.) I just really hope he looks better than he did in the comics. The art style in those was just fucking terrible.

I am hoping that we can somehow romance Lace Harding. ✅ But I just don’t see how she could fit in with the reported likely classes and things I’ve personally considered.

That gives me 8 even though reports say we only get 7. But did you notice in this picture that there are 8? So either we’re gonna get a ‘secret’ companion like Loghain Mac Tir. (Three guesses who that will be and the first two don’t count.) Or they have a surprise for us. Or the art is off.

I could also see Kieren ❌ as a companion. (Morrigan’s son) He’d be just about old enough if we get the time jump reports are saying we will. He was roughly 12 in DAI. + 2 for Trespasser puts him at 14. Ten years minimum between Trespasser and DA4 puts him at 24. So, it’s possible. I could also see Vaea as a companion. But I’m not exactly sure how she would fit with classes.

Potential Advisors

Some of these I’ve got as potential companions as well because I could see them fitting either.

Dorian Pavus for Tevinter Magisters (I think this is very likely given Tevinter Nights.)

Maevaris Tilani (Same as above.)

Charter (I think we’ll see Charter stepping into Leliana’s place as Spymaster given what we saw in Trespasser and Tevinter Nights.)

Myrna/Audric (Mortalitasi)

Ramesh (Grey Wardens)

Genetivi (Scholar) (given what happened in Tevinter Nights I have a feeling we’ll be seeing him again under a new name)

Viago De Riva (Antivan Crows)

Andarateia Cantori (Antivan Crows) I’d love to see Zevran again but considering what he was up to in DAI I think it’s unlikely. Although something did happen in Tevinter Nights that might make it possible.

Lavellan: With how the story in DAI ended and what we saw in the end scene of Trespasser, I think they’ll be important in some way.

Fenris: (Wandering Warrior)

Cameos we might see:

Fenris

Isabela

Arishok Sten

Antaam Rassan

Kieren (Morrigan’s son)

Zevran

Vaea

Sebastian Vael

Viago De Riva

Andarateia Cantori

Lavellan

People I don’t think we’ll see or if we do it won’t be for long.

Cassandra (thank gods)

Morrigan

Leliana (sads)

Most of the cast of DAI and the previous games.

Bosses we’re likely to fight.

Solas. He’ll be a mini-boss and maybe one you can talk out of a fight.

FleMythal

Elgar’nan

Ghilan'nain

Andruil. She and Ghilan’nain often go together.

Critters/bad guys we’re likely to see.

Bone creatures from the necropolis.

Changed darkspawn/humans from Ghilan'nain’s labs.

Tentacley sea creatures from Minrathous and other ‘experimented upon by mages’ monsters.

Werewolves may make a comeback.

Antaam.

Venatori. ✅

Fen’harel Fanatics (these are different from Fen’harel agents).

Whatever or whoever the people across the sea are.

Carta dwarves

Titans

Sha-Brytol dwarves

Antaam Rassan

Antaam

Things I think we’re likely to see.

We’re going to see trans/non-binary rep. ✅ I deeply believe this is happening. I will be so sad if I’m wrong.

Sad as I am to say it. Varric is gonna die. The writing has been on the wall in drippy red marker since they fired his writer. I hate this, personally. I grew up listening to Brian Bloom (Varric’s VA) and he’s just one of my absolute favourites. But I don’t think Varric is gonna make it.

The how? I think, narratively, they’ll do it in a way that hurts Solas a very great deal. In DAI, Varric is one of the few people that Solas listens to. Apologizes to and actually talks to with a sense of respect in his tone that he rarely does with anyone else. Given events in the comic The Missing where Solas saves Varric several times… yeah.

If I were writing it? It would be an angsty as fuck scene where either something Solas does accidentally kills Varric in a friendly fire isn’t friendly sort of situation or that Solas can’t get there in time to save one of the few people he actually probably considers a friend.

So, the pain of Varric’s death will be what in the writing/editing trade we call a pinch-point for Solas’s character arc. How the player decides what happens will likely be one of those crucial choices matters points that will turn Solas down a darker path or possibly toward a redemption arc.

Flemythal isn’t dead. I’ve talked before about how she is not the happy fluffy bunny version of a mother goddess. Sure, she might be a mother goddess. But she’s the type that reminds us that mother nature is often more red in tooth and claw than nurturing.

And the lady is bent. Bent on revenge. Bent on using people to get her revenge. Just… if she ever was the good and kind person that Solas remembers? She definitely isn’t anymore.

I have a feeling given one of the stories in Tevinter Nights that FleMythal has infected Solas (vs sharing her power in a simple power up to help him save people move) with the dragon soul. Which could have been part of Mythal's soul even before the dragon had it, if some theories are correct. There’s been a lot of imagery and description of a dreadwolf like creature that is half lupine, half dragon. So, something is going on there.

And honestly, I think that’s going to be Solas’s breaking point with mommy dearest. (Please, please don’t let them have been lovers, that will squick me out so fucking bad.)

“Betrayal is always worse.” Is one of Solas’s really heartfelt lines in DAI. If I’m right, and FleMythal somehow manipulated that dragon soul she got from Kieren (talk about fucked up action right there) so that it’s gonna change Solas into a half dragon half wolf demon thing… welp.

I think FleMythal will find that Solas has bit more backbone than he ever had in the past. He’s not alone now. He knows he’s not alone. He’s got friends. He’s got someone who deeply loves him in a romanced Solavellan playthrough. I don’t think Solas is going to be very happy with his dearest ‘best of them’ Mythal.

Best of them? Yeah. It doesn’t mean she was actually good.

So Mythal isn’t dead. I think she’s likely to be one of if not the BBEG along with whoever that voice was at the end of the teaser. My money is on Troy Baker for the VA and I’m really curious if I’m right. I’m thinking that’s probably Elgar’nan. God of Vengeance. Perhaps Mythal and Elgar’nan patch up whatever divine argument they’ve been having via celestial couples therapy or something. Who knows.

I think we’re going to see a split path depending on the choices of the player for Solas. Depending on our choices, he could go really dark, or he could have a redemption arc. Patrick Weekes tweeted to me that ‘there’s a possibility of a happy ending for Solavellan’ so I still have hope. I trust Weekes to write a satisfying conclusion to the Solavellan Romance. (I just don’t trust Bioware as far as I can throw them.) Weekes was the lead writer on this game, so I think it’s a good possibility that that’s how it’s going to be structured.

I think the game will very possibly be a multi-act structure like DAI. The first act is possibly going to be like the Hinterlands leading up to Coryphyfish blowing the hell out of Haven. I think the veil coming down is going to either be what starts off the game ✅ (like the explosion of the conclave in DAI) or will be the final ending situation of Act 1. Again. Player choices will likely affect this to some extent.

But y’all? That veil is coming down. ✅ And yes. I’m aware of that silly new name for the game. I don’t like it. (That ‘the’ was a mistake. Veilguard by itself would’ve been much better linguistically.) But if you’ve been following my ramblings about Dragon Age for a while, y’all will know I have issues with their linguistic usage and editing already.

Dumped Drunk and Dalishious did a fantastic piece on her blog about the veil. It’s here if you haven’t read it. Firstly, the veil was never meant to exist in THEDAS in the first place. If you deep dive the lore (and trust me, I really have. A LOT.) It’s obvious that the veil has been the cause of more problems than it has fixed. It’s been slowly killing magic in THEDAS since its creation. It has to come down. It’s also as holey a granny’s doilies anyway. Solas taking it down in a controlled fashion is very likely going to prevent far more deaths than if it keeps just falling apart piecemeal like it’s been doing forever. It’s unfixable and it really really needs to go. ✅

So once that veil drops… I don’t think it’s going to be as horrific as everyone has been bellyaching about forever. Solas’s often misquoted and wildly overblown lines from Trespasser (seriously do y’all even know what the word genocide means? You make me doubt.) are very likely a red herring at best. People are being willingly misled. ✅ I can’t really blame y’all.

Weekes is an absolute Master at playing people’s expectations and assumptions off of their preconceived notions, then throwing a bomb of ‘oops you were all wrong and it was right in front of you the entire time’. They’ve even said they really love to write things like that. I want to write as well as Weekes does when I grow up.

Humans existed before the veil. Why wouldn’t they afterward? Given some of the lore, Qunari also existed before the veil. Why wouldn’t they continue to? Will there be chaos? Yup. ✅ But change is often painful. And if anything needs change it’s the world of THEDAS. (Both for story reasons and for gameplay reasons.)

One of the changes I think we’re likely to see is the implosion of the Chantry. (I am absolutely hoping for this. I’m not a fan of organized religion on a grand scale like that and the Chantry has soooooo damned many skeletons in its closets and atrocities under its belt that I will absolutely celebrate when it burns to the ground.)

Which will happen if it comes out that Solas put up the veil in the first place and took it down too. The Chantry either outright claims or strongly insinuates that the maker put up the veil. It’s the cornerstone of their entire faith. Also, in the story Genetivi Dies in the End in Tevinter Nights, Genetivi is absolutely wrecked by the discovery that everything he’s ever written as a travelling Chantry Scholar has been a lie. The Chantry is going down.

So, there’s gonna be some chaos there. And that’s not going to be Solas’s fault because that veil is coming down anyway.

And can you imagine the absolutely hilarious chaos that’s gonna happen when word leaks that an elven god-mage was the one who is technically the ‘maker’ by Chantry doctrine? With all the horrific racism and sheer awfulness the Chantry has done to elves over the centuries? I’m popping popcorn.

I think we’re gonna see Felassan again. Cause that elf isn’t dead. And no, Solas didn’t kill him. Please trust me, I’ve combed through all the lore, I’ve read The Masked Empire where it supposedly happened several times, and there is not a shred of actual proof that Solas was the one who did the deed. It’s a Weekes misdirection again. They've got the nickname Tricksy Weekes for a reason.

The actual facts about the 'murder'.

It was someone Felassan worked for.

Someone he knew.

Someone who he knew wouldn't listen to his reasoning. (Solas has been shown to actually listen to his friends and let them change his mind.)

Someone who could very likely have been female because Felassan likens the murderer to Brialla.

It was someone who could fade-walk or move in the fade.

Mythal can do that.

A Somniari/Dreamer can also fade-walk.

Probably most of the still extant Elvhenan can do it (which there were quite a few of in Mythal’s temple).

And we know from DA2 that at least one modern born Somniari/Dreamer exists in the world.

Point being, there’s no actual ‘Solas killed Felassan’ spelled out anywhere. No, not even in Cole's lines in Trespasser. Those lines only indicate that Solas knows about Felassan’s ‘death’ and that he’s sad about it. Cole talks in riddles and references to modern TV shows all the time. I have no idea why people take him even remotely literally.

I have a few theories about this.

IF Felassan’s spirit actually was killed in the fade (possible) his body wasn’t. His body would’ve been just lying there in the woods breathing like any other Somniari. Possibly made tranquil (which we know can be reversed).

What if Solas lost his original body in putting up the Veil?

What if he had a deal with Felassan or maybe came to Felassan to help him get back to his body after the attack and Felassan decided he was done and wanted to move on?

They're said to be friends. Never said to be employer/employee.

If Solas was awake and in the fade and sensed an attack on Felassan, he'd certainly have gone to help.

What if he gave his body to Solas?

Felassan's 'death' chronologically lines up to when Solas 'woke up'.

Felassan has purple eyes. So does Solas.

Felassan has fade-green magic. So does Solas.

Felassan is incredibly powerful. Stares at Solas.

Felassan knows far more about Fen'harel than even a scholar would.

Felassan knew far more about Eluvians, ancient Elvhenan, and The Forgotten Ones (Imshael is a Forgotten One) than anyone would reasonably expect any elf to know.

Felassan let Imshael see into his head about what was coming in the future. Which Imshael almost got off on. Imshael loves destruction and chaos.

I can make a list as long as my arm on similarities there. So, either Solas didn’t kill Felassan and the old? Felassan will be in the game once the veil falls, or it will be revealed that Solas has actually been wearing a (voluntary because a soul cannot take a body involuntarily) Felassan suit the entire time.

Probably blew some minds there, huh?

So given that Weekes has said that if Felassan was a popular enough character they would consider bringing him back… I think it’s likely we’ll see something to do with him again.

Also? The sheer hilarity factor of elves who do not want magic (Fenris anyone?) getting magic returned to them is going to be sweet.

I think we’ll see blood magic as a much bigger mechanic than in previous games. (And I hope they did some work on it to make it make more sense this time.) The game is going to have a lot of Tevinter content. Blood magic is a big deal there. Ergo… it’s likely.

Given some of the things that happened in Tevinter Nights, which honestly really feels like a teaser book to DA4 (I really hate the Veilguard name) I think it’s likely that we’ll see the Templars again. They’ve been in every game and book so far. I doubt they’d get rid of the useless bastards in this one.

Given some of the things in Tevinter Nights, I think it’s possible we’ll see just as many puzzles as we did in DAI, if not more. I’m hoping for more. I do love puzzles in these kinds of games.

I believe it’s highly possible that whoever drank from the Well is going to be completely fucked. Especially, if they follow a ‘kill Solas’ route. Remember who the well binds you to in Trespasser? Bingo.

I think it’s very likely that someone close to the main character is going to be a dual agent of Fen’harel. And it will not be someone we expect. We’re all gonna be side eyeing the mages after the last three games. But what if it’s a warrior or rogue who hides their magic? There was at least one character that completely hid their magic in Tevinter Nights.

We’re going to see more of the Evanuris and The Nameless/Forgotten ones. I base that on Imshael being in DAI and in Masked Empire and some of the dialogue between Felassan and Imshael.

Titans. We’re going to see the titans waking up and being royally pissed off. This is going to cause so much chaos for the dwarves. Who will also regain magic and a kinda creepy hive-mind thing, too. Again. That’s not going to be Solas’s fault.

We’ll have at least one Gala event. Very possibly in Minrathous or Vyrantium. Hopefully with better clothing.

Finally, for things I think likely… The Grand Necropolis in Nevarra is gonna burn. People seem to forget that Solas doesn’t just fight for the freedom of the Elves. He fights for the freedom of spirits too.

In case you haven’t read it… the Nevarran’s imprison spirits in the corpses of their dead using mages called the Mortalitasi. I really don’t think that is going to sit well with Solas. In fact, I know it doesn’t. It’s spelled out in Tevinter Nights.

I think it’s probably going to be a quest line for the main character to go and save the necropolis or let it burn to free the spirits. This, of course, will be one of the choices that matter and likely another pinch point on whether Solas goes dark or gets a redemption arc. It will also deeply affect Nevarran politics and the way the country is run. The Mortalitasi basically rule the monarchs of Nevarra sooooo. It’s gonna cause chaos there too.

We’ll obviously see a lot of chaos with the Qunari. Their culture is splintering already. The Antaam have decided to go off the rails and attack anything and everything. Maybe the Ben-Hassrath will be able to rein that in. Maybe not. I don’t have very many predictions on the Qunari to be honest. They’re at war with Tevinter at the end of Tevinter Nights so that war will figure heavily in the game, most likely. But how that’s going to play out I haven’t a clue.

Some mechanics I think we might see.

Fade-touched weaponry that can stop mages.

Elemental interactions. (IE: Magic lightning x water = lots of zap)

Magically treated arrows.

More magical bombs and poison effects. (I might be just wishfully dreaming there because one of the things I miss from DAO is the poisons and traps mechanics. They felt like an afterthought in DA2 and DAI. I want to be able to make cool traps and set up ambushes again.) But there was that story with Dorian in Tevinter Nights where several of those things were used, so maybe? It would be cool.

I think it’s likely that we’ll see the Despair Demon from Tevinter Nights. And I’m still so mad that they fired the writer of that story. It’s one of my favourites.

Some things that are very possible? But I’m not sure of and could just be wishful thinking.

I think we might see Abelas again. (Abelas romance? Pretty please? ❌😭) His story does have one of those endings that kills him so it’s possibly just wishful thinking. But they brought Leliana back for DAI, so I don’t see why they couldn’t with Abelas too. And also, I have a voice kink and love his VA Matthew Gravelle.

We might see non-linear storytelling. I kind of hope we do because I love non-linear storytelling. Perhaps one storyline will be Arlathan (through dreams or time travel perhaps?) and the fall of it so we finally get some answers to all of this lore. (Please let us get some answers!)

We may see some problems from a rather irrational faction of people who say they’re working for Solas but are using methods he would never approve of. They may be sort of like the Venatori in the last game. Though I do think it’s likely we might have to fight a few more of the Venatori too. ✅ They’re still out there having really messed up rituals and stuff to destroy things.

I think it’s possible given a few clues in the lore and in Tevinter Nights that we’re either going to see not just a double blight (regular darkspawn and red lyrium darkspawn) but a triple blight with the green/yellow lyrium found in Ghilan'nain’s labs. Remember that Ramesh only destroyed one of them. There are eleven more. I think that’s going to very possibly be a big part of this game.

Settings/Levels/Areas I think likely.

So, we already know that the game will be taking place in the north of THEDAS. That’s a no brainer after the map reveal in the teaser.

But where exactly will they take us?

In Tevinter, I think it’s very possible we’ll see Minrathous ✅ and Vyrantium. We may see the Black Divine’s/Archon’s palace.

We’ll see Arlathan Forest. ✅ That I’m almost certain of. We’ll probably also see ancient Arlathan somehow. (Dreams or barely used time-travel mechanic from DAI?)

We’re going to be spending a lot of time in the deep roads and even farther below the deep roads. And dear developers please let me have some answers to all this lore.

We may spend some time inside a Titan again.

Pre-veil drop, we may spend some time in the fade. I actually hope that with the veil dropping we get to rescue whoever got left behind in DAI. That would make my heart so happy.

We’re likely to see the crossroads at least a little bit.

Antiva! Gods I’m looking forward to seeing Antiva.

Anderfels/Weisshaupt. We have no idea at the end of DAI or Tevinter Nights or Last Flight what the hell is going on up there, so I think we’ll have to find out in the game. Also… more chaos that is most definitely not Solas’s fault.

Rivain?

I think we’ll see the Golden City. And the Black City. Which is likely the same place.

And I don’t think it’s up in the sky. I think it’s deep underground below the deep roads.

Ships! I think we’re going to see some more ships. That’s based on a story in Tevinter nights and some of the splash art. But gods I really want more ships. Especially in a place like Minrathous or Antiva for fuck’s sake!

I think we might see some underwater levels for various reasons. And I hope we do.

These next things are honestly my hopes and dreams that would make me so happy, but I have little to back them up with as far as lore or books/comics and supplementary materials.

Polyamory options. PLEASE give me polyam romance options. BG3 did it. It’s 2024 and only 30% of dating people are monogamous. Get with the times!

I want CC body sliders so bad. ✅ Give me the ability to make a fat player character please! Not just because a lot of gamers tend to be on the heavier side but honestly? Because a fat adventurer is going to be able to go farther than any skinny twig. Real strong men/women/enbies do not look like gym bunnies and models. They have a good layer of fat over that muscle for stability. Guess what fat is? It’s energy storage. A fat adventurer is going to be able to survive longer than a twig. I could go on… but come on Bioware. Be brave. Let me have a fat adventurer.

Decent. Fucking. Hair. ✅ Please let the CC have decent hair options. LONG hair options! Let me have my long haired elfy prince dude!

Isabela cameo. She’s one of my favourite DA2 characters and some of the early splash art makes me hopeful we’ll see her again.

I’m hoping for DAO origin style stories for the Main Player Character. But ideally? We’d have something like BG3 where we could play one of a number of origin stories or make our own blank slate character. ❌ Given the gossip going around the gaming community I’m thinking this is unlikely, but damn do I want it.

Useful. Mounts. Please let us have actually useful mounts. And GRIFFONS. ✅ Give me flying mounts you cowards!

Prosthetic using characters. ✅ Bioware has the worst track record when it comes to ableism, but gods please. They’ve got it set up perfectly with Inky losing their arm. There’s a prosthetic leg user in Tevinter Nights. PLEASE LET ME HAVE PROSTHETIC USING CHARACTERS.

Better Crafting Options. The crafting was okay in DAI. Especially if you mod it in so you can buy the stuff to do so easier (I really hate killing dragons but it’s the best crafting material!). But it also often felt more like an afterthought?

Better. Clothes. Seriously. Give me some razzle dazzle with the clothing. ESPECIALLY since we’re going to Tevinter where how you dress is absolutely important!

I know this is sniffing the genie smoke here, but could we have actually attractive armour options? With BRIGHT colours? Research shows that a lot of historical armour was 1. Gorgeous and well fitting. 2. Brightly painted! Let me have bright colours! (And please not the yellow plaid. Ugh.)

I hope for more gardening options in whatever base we end up using. I loved the gardening options in DAI, but they weren’t big enough for my plant loving heart.

I really want to see Solas in flying Wolfie form. We see him like that in Tevinter Nights. So, I really hope we get to see him like that in game.

Finally… and I know I’m high on my own hopes here… I really hope we get the gifting options back. Completely unattached to approval is fine. I just want to be able to find the perfect gift for my companions like I do in real life with my friends. It brings me so much joy.

Things they’re likely to fuck up.

Sadly, I think there’s some things Bioware is very likely to fuck up. This could just be me being too pessimistic, but they’ve screwed these things up throughout the entire series and to my knowledge they didn’t hire any diversity consultants in the making of DA4 sooooo…

Ableism. Bioware has a terrible record when it comes to ableism. ✅ (the demon design is going to cause visual strain and possibly bad effects for epileptic gamers).

White-washing. The North of THEDAS is like the South of Earth. If they make most of the people there have light skin I will probably boycott the fuck out of Bioware for the rest of my life.

No fat character ability in CC.

Really fucked up hair options. Seriously Bioware. It’s bad.

And I think they’re going to be in trouble when it comes to the Lords of Fortune. Look. I love the idea of the class and I even love how a lot of them are described in the books. But it’s absolutely glomming onto the stereotype of the Romani, and I don’t think that’s going to go over well at all. It won’t for me with my Romani heritage, and it really shouldn’t for anyone. Cause you know what that stereotypical usage is? It’s Racism. Bioware also doesn’t have the best track record regarding racism either.

As more thoughts come to me I’ll either append stuff to this post or do others (probably the latter.)

And here are my links if you’d like to donate to the cause of me actually getting to play this game when it comes out. I’m disabled, so largely use a laptop because I’m in bed a lot. That’s probably going to be a pricey laptop. Though I’d be almost as happy with enough to buy a desk, chair, and tower computer set up (none of which I have). If you’re able to donate and so minded… thank you so very very much!

And if you're in Canada like me you can use Interac. Kaija.rayne.author@gmail.com.

As always, thanks for reading my rambles!

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If it’s not too much of a bother could I request a Yan! Vincent, undertaker, Sebastian, Claude, (and maybe Joker) with a Neytiri! Reader from Avatar (2009) if you have not watched the first or second movie then you can decline this request if you wish.

Neytiri Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Well if being 3 meters tall wasn’t enough to make you an oddity it’d be the blue skin and carrying a respirator around. You’re either the attraction of some side circus show or living as an outcast struggling to grasp the English language and bizarre culture: 

Vincent Phantomhive 

“Oh, oh my–you’re a vision of beauty.”

He doesn’t fall immediately 

Its a matter of interest 

Of course, a blue sentient creature walking around is something The Queen most certainly has a problem with

And he most certainly can’t leave you to the whim of ill-fitted criminals

“How about you stay with me…you understand me, don’t you? I’ll give you a home.”

Eventually, fascination will turn into obsession as you continue to amaze him with every passing day

It kills him when he can no longer keep your existence a secret 

But he’s going to try his hardest

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? Even if it means burning with me, right?”

Undertaker 

“My my! Never ‘ve i seen a bean like you before. It be a feat to fit you for a coffin!”

You’re his latest case study

Even when threatened by your makeshift arrows he laughs 

“My my! The rose has thorns!”

He does so enjoy seeing how you do things 

Your inclination to nature and just all the nuances unfamiliar to him

But he finds the most enjoyment when you begin to be pursued 

Either by avid mobs or determined showmen

He finds a newfound pleasure in eliminating them

“You all must be interested in coffins for yerselves. Its a shame I’m using all my wood for someone else.”

Sebastian Michaelis

“Well young Master, you’ve already invited a giant demon hound into your home I doubt whatever they are will be that much of a stretch.” 

Your anomaly status garners his interest as it does anyone 

But he relishes in the knowledge he has of you

Especially beyond your basic respiratory needs

Your habits, the English words you understand, your inclination to nature

“I for one quite enjoy their presence. They're almost better behaved than you, young Master.”

It just the cherry on top that you happen to attract the perfect dredge to defeat feast upon

“Come on then, we must be done by dinner.”

Claude Faustus

“Oh dear, must I care for another than your highness.”

It’ll be Alois’ interest rather than his own

Set to watch you learn the world as Alois presents it 

Not on his watch

“Here when you drink, hold it like this…saying this now I realize that you’re hands dwarf the silverware. My apologies.”

You become an outlet 

A blank slate he can enjoy be in the company of

When his plans are set in motion he’ll be sure to put you in a role he appreciates 

“Now all you have to is stand still and play your part. The one I want for you”

Joker

“...Don’t I know just the place for you!”

He’s thrilled to add you to his circus

Only realizing that you're not as animalistic when threatened

“H-hey! Don’t get cross with me, this is just a precaution!”

When you two find a rhythm he discovers his hatred

His hatred of others wonder

He wanted to be the only one to give you that

So as long as you’re still oblivious he’ll begin restricting you

Locking you away as soon as the curtains close

“Come now Sapphire, we need your rest. Most of all.”

[justsomedumbstuff]

Buaah Nagitos backstory for the creature au is so sad what the heck... But it's a very interesting concept, all of the guys are super cool and the character designs are pretty :33 do you have any other backstories? For Alane or Nekomaru or other non drawn guys, like maybe Hiyoko or Ibuki (they're my faves hah)? The concept seems very cool!!

OHH! EVEN BETTER. I’ll talk about ALL of them. (At least what I have right now. Some of this might be subject to change later.)

I YAP under the line btw.

Hajime- Human.

He’s the only human in this crazy group and he feels rather out of place but everyone in the group loves this guy.

Chiaki- Ghoul.

One of the few undead characters in this and the only person who’s able to communicate with nagito when he’s not visible to other people. Perks of being kinda dead ig!

Nagito- Spirit.

After falling victim to a nasty plague, nagito’s spirit has wandered the castle he died in for years… how many? He’s still unsure about that.

Izuru- Gorgon.

After being cursed by his town’s goddess by openly defying her, he was cursed to be a Gorgon and stripped of his humanity. It’s been so long he doesn’t even remember what it was like to be human.

Imposter- Shapeshifter.

Never having a lasting home they bounce from place to place, changing forms each time to try to just find somewhere peaceful. Of course, humans aren’t all that accepting to things that are different.

Teruteru- Dwarf.

He grew up with his mama! I don’t have much info on him yet as I’ve only gotten to a few of the characters! But dw he still loves to cook :3

Mahiru- Aarokocra.

Where’s a better angle for a picture than up in the sky! She deserves pretty feathers…..

Hiyoko- Harpy.

Makes sense with how mean she can be but also with how captivating her movements are!

Peko- Living Doll.

Made for fuyuhiko to protect him and be a tool to him. He doesn’t like this. His parents ordered her to stay with him at all times.

Fuyuhiko- Half foot.

Small but very feisty! You’ll never see him without peko by his side, he acts annoyed about it but he cares for her a lot. He is real mad about how people view him as weak for being a half foot. He can take care of himself Dammit!

Mikan- Drider.

Driders are dark elves that were cursed by their goddess/god to have the lower half of a spider. Mikan’s goddess was feeling wrathful and even though she did everything right, followed every rule her goddess set in place, she was not loved by her goddess.

Ibuki- Satyr.

With her love for music and trouble it makes sense for her to be a satyr! She goes around the woods making anything she can find into an ‘instrument’ as well as picking up things and placing them in the bag she hauls around. Her ‘trinkets’.

Akane- Werewolf.

Very rowdy! She loves to roughhouse and play around and eat!! She travels with her ‘pack’, aka just with nekomaru, they travel together and just have fun! They aren’t too worried abt where they’re headed. As long as they’ve got each other they’re fine!

Nekomaru- Werewolf.

He’s loud! Very loud! And is good at handling Akane when she gets too rambunctious. They’re like siblings, they roughhouse, argue, get on each others nerves but at the end of the day they’re family that would do anything for one another.

Kazuichi- plant person??

The best way I can describe this. Is Venus McFlytrap from monster high. I have to work on him more LOL

Sonia- vampire.

After getting sick from the plague ravaging her kingdom, her parents take her to see a better doctor in another country. She isn’t sure how it all led to this. But the next thing she knew, she was awake. Covered in blood. Next to the bodies of her parents and the body of someone she didn’t recognize. Someone with sharp fangs and pale skin. She doesn’t know what fully happened, but she can only assume she played a role in her parents death. But no one will be able to tell her for sure.

Gundham- Half demon Half human.

Like I said previously, gundham was raised by his mother. His father was a demon, and definitely not there when he was growing up. His mother taught him to care for all creatures and is where he gets his love for animals.

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Tiny- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Requested by anonymous: Could i have an Eddie x very short reader? Like he always teases her for it but gets protective when anyone else teases her? Words: 1.6k Warnings: Teasing, overprotective Eddie, just pure fluff

Author’s Note: This fic is quite short but regardless I hope you like this anon!

‘Hey Tiny.’ Eddie said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you resting his head on top of yours. 

‘You know I have a name right?’ You say looking up at him. He smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead.

‘Yeah but Tiny suits you much better because you’re so small.’ He laughs. You roll your eyes and wiggle out of his grasp, opening up your locker to put away your books for the evening.

‘I’m not that small, I’ll have you know I’m only slightly below average height.’ You pout with your arms crossed. Maybe that was a lie but how would Eddie know about national height statistics?

‘For who? Dwarfs?’ He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him, kissing your forehead again. ‘I’ll like you this height, it’s like having a pocket-sized girlfriend.’ He laughs as the two of you walk out of school.

‘Whatever, are we still heading over to Harrington’s this evening?’ 

‘Plans haven’t changed as far as I’m aware. Should be heading over around 7pm.’ Eddie shrugged.

‘Great, we have time to get homework done so you can actually graduate this year.’ You say poking him in the rib as he groans.

‘Come on, let’s do something fun, please. I don’t even have any homework.’ He pouts down at you with those big brown eyes of his and you look away.

‘Don’t think you can seduce me, Munson. Besides, we’re in the same history class in case you forgot and we were assigned reading today.’ You looked up at him with a smirk on your face and he rolled his eyes.

‘You’re lucky, I love you.’ He sighs. You laugh and stand up on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips. 

‘Love you too.’ You say after you pull away, heading over to Eddie’s van. He follows closely after you, unlocking the door and opening it for you.

‘Need a boost?’ He asks with a big grin on his face as you climb into the van.

‘You ask me that every time we go anywhere in your van and every time it’s not funny.’ You tell him as you shut the door. He moves round to his side of the car and opens up the door, getting in and starting up the engine and heading over to his place.

After a few hours of hanging out at Eddie’s and trying to force him to study (something which you knew was a useless battle but tried at nonetheless), you headed over to Steve’s for your regular hangout. You were excited to spend time with your friends. It had been a long week and sometimes you needed to vent to someone that wasn’t Eddie. Not that he wasn’t a great listener or partner or anything, it’s just that Robin and Nancy understood the problems that you had more than he did sometimes. Eddie’s van pulled up outside and you noticed Nancy’s car was already there meaning you two were probably the last ones there. You climbed out of the van and walked over to the door, ringing the bell which was quickly answered by Steve who greeted the two of you with a hug. You headed on through to the living room, seeing that your suspicions were correct and everyone else was already there. Eddie dragged you over to an armchair, sitting down and pulling you onto your lap.

‘You know there’s plenty of other places to sit, right?’ Steve commented as he sat down next to Robin on the couch.

‘It’s okay, Tiny here doesn’t need her own seat. She doesn’t take up that much room.’ He smirks and your turn around and glare at him.

‘Seriously stop that.’ You pout. You knew Eddie was only playing and it didn’t really bother you but my god you wished he’d get a better joke or at least stop using ones you’d heard 100 times from everyone else. You could think of a hundred more original jokes that he could use (not that you’d ever tell him, he didn’t need more ammunition).

‘You can’t intimate me you’re like a kitten, too cute to be scary.’ He rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

‘Rats are small and you’re scared of them.’ You shoot back at him. It was his turn to glare as Steve started laughing.

‘Munson’s scared of rats?’ Steve laughed, throwing his head back.

‘Yep, saw one in his trailer recently and screamed like a little girl, I had to coax it out of his trailer.’ You smile in pride as Eddie squeezes your middle annoyed that you would tell that story.

‘Look, I was just shocked. I would’ve reacted perfectly normal if it wasn’t for shock.’ He protested. ‘Anyway, where are the snacks, Harrington?’ Eddie changed the subject quickly.

‘Through in the kitchen. I’ll go get them.’ Steve goes to stand up but Eddie waves him off.

‘I got it.’ You climb off his lap and he heads through to the kitchen looking for snacks. You decide to follow after him and help him out. He asks you to grab a bowl so you open the cupboard and see that Steve has replaced the popcorn bowl on the top shelf. You reach up and try to grab it yourself but you’re unable. Just as you’re about to climb up onto the counter, you see an arm come from behind you and grab it with ease.

‘Sorry forgot about your height issues.’ Eddie grins at you holding the bowl in his hands. You huff and grab the bowl from him, carrying it through to the living room as Eddie trails behind with bags of snacks. Once the two of you have sat down, you all start chatting about how your weeks have been. The conversation flows easily and the five of you are soon laughing and joking having a great time. 

‘I just don’t understand the appeal of your nerd books, Munson. I mean why are you rereading them again?’ Steve asks after Eddie tells the group that he’s currently been rereading Lord of the Rings.

‘Because they’re great I mean who wouldn’t want to live in a world with Elves and Dragons and Dwarves.’ Eddie lists off his reasons for loving the series as you smile at him, excited to see how passionate he is about the topic.

‘Oh, that’s why you like it because you like dwarves.’ Steve laughs and everyone looks at him with confusion. ‘Because Y/N is short.’ Steve clarifies.

‘You making fun of my girlfriend, Harrington?’ Eddie switches tone, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

‘What? You’re always poking fun at her height!’ Steve exclaims clearly confused as to why Eddie would be so annoyed about this.

‘Because she’s my girlfriend and you make fun of her, I’ll make you regret it.’ Eddie shoots back, glaring at Steve.

‘Eddie, calm down.’ You take his face in your hands and make him look at you instead of Steve, his eyes immediately softening. ‘Sorry, he’s majorly overprotective.’ You turn to face Steve, who’s still really confused as to what exactly he’s done wrong.

‘Don’t apologise to him.’ Eddie pouts, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

‘He didn’t mean anything by it, babe.’ You reach over and stroke Eddie’s hair as his head rests on your shoulder. ‘Although I mean it when I say you’re not having any more beer.’ You pull the half-full bottle out of his hands, taking it for yourself.

‘Hey, that’s mine!’ Eddie protests, trying to grab it out of your hands but you hold it away from him.

‘You’re getting all overprotective like you do when you drink so no more drinks for you.’ You shrug and Eddie flops back onto the couch annoyed that you’ve stolen his drink from him. Pretty quickly the conversation returns to normal and you all spend the rest of the night laughing and joking. 

Eventually, Jonathan and Nancy decide they need to leave as they have an early morning so they head off and you and Eddie make a decision to leave no longer after. You get up and say your goodbyes to Steve and Robin, giving them big hugs before you’re out the door, heading over to Eddie’s van.

‘Was that really necessary, Mr Overprotective?’ You say to Eddie once the door was closed behind the two of you.

‘Was what really necessary?’ Eddie glanced over at you.

‘Attacking Steve for making a comment about my height. I mean he’s right you do it all the time.’ You shrug.

‘Yeah, but when I do it, it’s out of love. I mean I love how small you are. I just don’t want anyone else making any comments about you, ever. It’s the same as how I’d lose my shit if another guy called you sexy but I say it all the time.’ Eddie turns to face you and places his hands on your hips.

‘Steve was just joking babe but thanks for looking out for me. Even if I don’t need it.’ You smiled slightly at him.

‘I’ll always look out for you, you’re my girl.’ He shrugs.

‘Good to know, I’ve got my big, strong man to protect me.’ You say, teasing him slightly and wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘And I’ve got my tiny girl to protect.’ He says leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

[whatsnewalycat]

mine.

Pairing: Brat Tamer Joel Miller x Brat Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 2.2k+

Summary: You act out for attention and Joel punishes you.

Warnings: no show spoilers, established relationship, non-canon compliant, post-outbreak, smut, swearing, brat "taming", D/s dynamic, dirty talk, pain kink, impact play, leather, suckin dick, deep throating, piv sex, maybe a little fluff as a treat

A/N: Today's the day I out myself as a brat, I guess. These two have established agreements and boundaries and safe words.

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Joel made a mistake bringing you with him.

He was out for two weeks with no contact. Smuggling shit in-to and out-of the QZ. When he got home yesterday, he was travel-weary. Still far away as his mind lagged behind his body, like it always seemed to on these expeditions. Your attempts to garner his attention were fruitless.

This morning when he mentioned needing to go talk to a tradesman, and you asked if you could come with, he just shrugged, “Don’t see why not.”

He should know you better by now.

You study the items put out for display at this leatherworker’s rickety stall while Joel talks to him. Your fingers graze along the length of buttery soft belts and trace the detailed engravings on a leather-bound journal. The care that was dedicated to each piece is apparent. This man is excellent at his craft.

“Stop touchin’ everything,” Joel barks at you.

You glare up at him. He stares back, his dark eyes penetrating and narrowed. A warning.

Fuck, he should really know you better by now.

Your fingers curl away from the leather goods. You slide closer to Joel and listen in on their conversation.

“Is it done yet?” he asks the leatherworker.

“Is what done yet?” you interject, smiling innocently between the two men.

“None of your business,” Joel spits, hardening his features as he searches your face. You give him a blank expression.

“It is,” the leatherworker responds, “Do you have what I need?”

Joel holds your gaze for a moment longer, then disengages to dig something out of his shirt pocket and hand it to the man.

Satisfaction smirks across your lips. You return your attention to the stall's display, rubbing a belt between your fingers.

While Joel is waiting for the tradesman to package his item, he leans over and rumbles in your ear, “Is this how we act in public?”

“What do you mean?” you feign confusion, tilting your head as you frown at him.

A low growl hums in his throat. His jaw cocks to one side and he turns back to the leatherworker.

Without waiting another second, you start off towards home. You don’t look back to see if he caught up. You don’t need to.

Each of your footsteps are echoed by his. He’s right fucking behind you, practically breathing down your neck. Anger pulses off him in hot waves that lick your heels. Through the streets, up the stairs, down the hall.

You burst through the door to your unit and throw yourself onto the couch.

Just as you suspected, he crosses the threshold only a moment later, slamming the door behind him. His presence dwarfs the room around him.

Your skin buzzes as his gaze narrows to slits and he grinds out, “Are you gonna tell me what the fuck it is you want?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you bat your eyelashes and grin.

His boots thud soft against the hardwood floor with each slow step he takes. You keep your eyes trained on his as he approaches.

“Whatever you’re actin’ up about, just ask me for what you need, Princess.”

A pop sounds from his knees when he crouches down in front of you. He brushes his calloused thumb against your bottom lip and murmurs, “I’ll do whatever you want, you just gotta ask me, baby.”

Your eyes flutter closed and you soften at the gentle touch. The hot puffs of his breath on your face. His thumb drops from your lip.

He grabs you by the jaw, fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks, and growls, “Did I say ask? I meant beg. Beg for what you want.”

His demand electrifies you. It pulses down between your thighs.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I want,” you retort, words all mashed up around his grip. Your eyes blink open and you meet his hardened gaze.

He shakes his head and gnashes his jaw back and forth, then mutters, “I’ve fuckin’ had it with you today,” before standing up and ordering, “Take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

His strict tone is a cracking whip.

While you scramble to your feet, Joel sits down on the couch, leaning back to let his knees spread wide. His eyes pierce straight through you as you strip off your clothes.

Shoes

Socks

Pants

Shirt

Underwear

All piled on the dusty floor. Sunlight streaks through the windows and makes your bare skin glow.

He yanks you down across his lap. When you try to resist, try to squirm away, he shoves you down, pinning your chest between his forearm and thigh. The action shoves air from your lungs in a wheeze.

“That is enough, you hear me?” he barks, smacking your ass so hard it makes you yelp, then growls, “Now sit there and take your punishment.”

Another sharp slap buzzes across your skin with a smack. You gasp. His rough palm slides across the tender skin.

“Do you think it’s funny to disrespect me like that in public?”

“Maybe,” you giggle.

Smack

The impact floods you with need. You arch your back into it and whimper.

Smack

“Why’re you actin’ like this?”

Smack

“Hmm?”

Smack

“What is it you need me to do, Princess?”

Smack

Your skin is tender and hot. Each open-palmed slap vibrates into to your center and fills you with a red, pulsing current. Pain and pleasure twist together so tight you can hardly tell the difference. Your cunt is throbbing and begging for attention.

“Oh my god, Joel—” you choke out as he slaps your ass again.

“Yeah?” he grunts.

Smack

A moan sounds from the back of your throat.

“Whadda you need, baby, hmm?”

Smack

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to catch friction, but he just pulls them apart and grinds out, “No.”

Smack-smack-smack

“Joel—”

He snaps, “What?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you whine, arching your back towards him, “I wanna cum.”

His palm smooths against your ass. It makes you flinch, but you relax when it only continues to caress you. He rumbles, “You gotta be a good girl and beg for it, remember?”

You whimper, but you don't say it.

Smack

“Please fuck me, please," you choke out.

“Get on your knees,” he responds with authority, leaning back against the couch.

You crawl off his lap and onto the floor. His belt buckle jingles as he unbuckles it and unzips his pants, “Take off my boots for me, will ya, darlin’?”

With trembling fingertips, you work to unlace one, then the other. His gaze burns your skin, although you don’t dare divert your gaze from the task at hand to confirm that he's staring at you. Each heavy boot falls to the ground with a thunk when you pull it off his foot and toss it aside.

“Socks,” he says simply.

You take them off.

“Jeans.”

He lifts his seat as you tug at each pant leg, until you yank them off with a huff. His cock is standing at attention between his spread out legs. It pulses, swollen thick and rigid with desire. Almost seems like a threat on its own.

You lick your lips and wait for him to say more.

“Look at me.”

You flick your eyes to his. They’re obsidian as they bore into you.

“You gonna show me you can be a good girl?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“I wanna show you I can be a good girl.”

A deep hum rumbles from his throat, then he says, “Go on, then.”

You sit up and slide your hands up his thighs, further and further until you reach the thicket of curly dark hair at the base of him. He groans as you wrap your lips around him and start to rut up and down. Slow at first, taking more of his length with each bob.

His cock stretches your lips thin. The heady aroma of him fills your nose and dances at the back of your tastebuds. Saliva gathers around your mouth and douses his length, each movement getting smoother and more lubricated.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes and runs his fingers through your hair, “Look at me.”

You meet his gaze and see his pillowy lips form an ‘O’ of approval.

“Are you through bein’ a fuckin’ nuisance?” he murmurs.

“Mhmm,” you hum around his cock, batting your eyelashes at him.

His hips buck and he hits the back of your throat, making you gag. He groans and throws his head back. Pride swells in your chest and makes your heart race.

You sit up further, climbing closer to take him deeper. Wanting more of that. Wanting to please him. Wanting to make him feel so fucking good his head spins.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he husks, grabbing two fistfuls of your hair as he starts to thrust his cock down your throat with a wet, choked glug-glug-glug. He moans wantonly and his eyes flutter closed. Your eyes start to water and chest starts to heave. Spit dripping down your chin. His eyes are wild and black when he opens them and locks onto you.

He yanks you off of him by the hair and pants, “Remind me again, darlin’, what is it you need me to do?”

“Fuck me,” you gasp for breath, “Make me cum, please—”

“You know, you were misbehavin’ an awful lot today,” he tells you.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you appeal, fingers twitching as you try to keep good on your word, as you resist the urge to touch him or yourself, “Please, Joel.”

He hums, then stands to his feet. Your eyes follow him as he walks around you, over to the brown paper bag he tossed on the floor in a rage when he stormed through the door. He takes his sweet fucking time plucking it off the ground, glancing up at you to make sure you’re still behaving.

And, you are, really.

But your whole body is pulsing and it’s getting really fucking hard to contain. You want the release. You want the sweet swell of ecstasy to consume you and make you forget about this fucked up place for just a moment. You want the validation. You want to be shown that you’re worth the trouble and toil.

But mostly, you want him.

You want Joel to make you feel loved and secure, like he always does. You want him to give his undivided attention, his doting affection, all to you.

The brown paper crinkles as he unravels the trinket crafted by the leathermaker’s expert hands.

And you gasp.

It’s a black leather strap, notches worked through its middle, adorned with a shiny silver buckle on one end.

“For me?” you search his face as he approaches you.

Joel furrows his brow and narrows his eyes, as if to ask who the fuck else would it be for?

You watch him return to his seat on the couch and he pats his thigh, “Come on up here, sweetheart.”

Without hesitation, you obey. Your body settles against him, his throbbing cock pinned between your heat and his belly. He fastens the collar around your neck as you unbutton his shirt.

He hooks a finger under the collar and tugs on it, leading your lips to his. The kiss melts you from the inside out. It’s tender and heartfelt, even as he drives his cock inside you with ferocity.

You gasp against his mouth. He grips your collar tight and digs his fingers into your hip. You rake your hands through his waves of graying hair and whimper.

Each relentless thrust, each eager kiss, each little huff of his breath against your skin, each pinch of the soft leather strap around your neck, all of it drips gooey and hot down your spine and gathers at your center.

“Is this what you wanted, Princess? What you made such a big fuss about?” he pants, snapping his hips up into you, “Hmm?”

“Yes,” choke out as your vision fills with stars, “Holy fuck, yes—”

“You gonna ask nice next time?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and nod frantically, “I’ll be your good girl, Joel, I promise.”

He purrs in satisfaction, “That’s right, you’re gonna be my good girl.”

You moan and work your hips against his, chasing the aching, tingling, divine pleasure that’s mounting at your core.

“Tell me I’m yours,” you plead, pressing your sweaty foreheads together.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, voice and hips growing frenzied, “You’re mine, all mine, baby—”

“Joel, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you breathe shattered breaths as ecstasy starts to override you, “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—”

He groans and pulls the collar tighter, so tight you can barely squeeze whimpers past the restraint. The tingling, molten center of you swells to a crescendo and swallows you whole.

Your body trembles as overwhelming bliss washes over you. You convulse around Joel and he steals the choked sob from your lips. He pulls out and spills hot cum between your bodies with a guttural moan.

The two of you lay there a while, chests heaving in unison, melting together into a puddle of contentment. You rest your cheek against his thudding heart as he strokes your hair.

The world outside is filled with horrors, manmade and naturally derived. But in moments like this? When it’s just you and him, your hearts beating in time? When there’s proof, tangible and pure, that you’ve both lived through everything to be here with each other?

It’s not so bad.

Joel tips your chin up to look up at him.

You meet his thoughtful brown eyes with a hazy smile as he brushes his thumb against your cheek and whispers:

“Mine.”