#might come back to it but I’m not sure cus I don’t know how to make animatics

[sirens-alias]

Savanaclaw Rät animatic

[hotpinkstars]

How about blind!reader with genshin men (you can choose) and she accidentally slipped and somehow managed to mess up genshin man’s important work and he ends up blowing up on her? Angst please and I don’t mind if you do comfort or no comfort!!

Have a great day🌚

-> blinded mistakes

synopsis -> you're blind, and you accidentally knock over a months worth of your husbands work, and it gets ruined.

warnings -> super angsty!!! brief mentions of ayato putting his hands on reader (no hitting or anything) might do a part 2 for comfort part cus i wanted to focus on the main argument w this one...

a/n -> ooooooomg i'm a sucker for these tropes i love angst so much. thx for ur request, this was sm fun to write! 💗💗

w/c -> 1.1k

-> ayato

ayato knew you were blind, and he was as understanding of it as he possibly could be.

but in times like these, where all of this work was to be turned in for city matters by next week, he had no patience for anyone.

he had been cooped up in his office for a while at a time over the past month. these documents were incredibly important to him and how the words written on the paper could impact how festivities were held to be a much easier way for himself and the city. 

basically, his papers were pretty damn important. and you knew that.

you walked in his office one day with thoma helping you through the hallways. you didn’t want to trip, especially with a mug of tea in your hand, and you didn’t want to bring a cane with you. 

but, thoma may have made a big mistake of leaving you in ayatos care as soon as you walked through the door. because you knew ayato was in no way shape or form able to draw himself from his work at the moment.

you were not able to use your cane to feel around the room, so without knowing where the rug was, you tripped.

and the tea you held in your hands went all over his desk, soaking his documents. the ink was splotchy and obviously ruined. you weren’t able to see what happened, but by the way ayato gasped and grabbed your wrist you knew you fucked up pretty bad.

“what the hell were you thinking???” he pulls you up forcefully and pushes you down on his couch, where you started tearing up. you weren’t necessarily used to him yelling at you, for arguments, especially over such as this, were very minimal. he always found a way to come to an understanding with you, no matter what you may have ruined. 

“i’m sorry! i didn’t think thoma was just going to leave-” you were cut off by an angry voice.

“this isn’t thomas issue, y/n. it’s yours. how clueless can you be?” he brings his hands to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose before groaning loudly. 

“i’m sorry that i can’t fucking see, ayato!” you yelled back, slamming your hands on the couch and leaning back. “is that what you wanted to hear?”

he shook his head, but you didn’t know that. he lays his hands on your thighs, squeezing them, before getting close to your face. you could smell his hair, the sakura shampoo he uses being evident. 

“i don’t want a fucking apology, y/n. if these documents are not in by friday, there is no change for inazuma. the change you’ve been awaiting, the change i’ve been awaiting, and the change everyone of the city has been awaiting. you took that away from all of them. because you decided you weren’t going to bring your cane to make sure you don’t fucking fall!” he yells to your face, making the tears spill out.

“i’m sorry! i just wanted to bring you something to drink because i was told you were overworking yourself. gosh, how bad of me for caring for my husband,” you yelled, hands shaking in both fear and rage. you knew talking back to him this way wouldn’t lead to anything good, but you tested your luck anyways.

“remove yourself from my office. i don’t care how the fuck you do it, but i demand you leave,” he said with a low, threatening tone. you knew he was enraged, and you stumbled through the door to the hallway, where ayaka was waiting to take you back to your room.

-> wriothesley

you always felt grateful for wriothesley, and the last thing you wanted to do was to upset him. he was one of the only people to look past your disability and see your heart, see your kindness and purity. 

so when you come up his office stairs very, very slowly with a cup of tea and trip on an uneven plate in the ground, ruining his documents that were incredibly important to him and the palais mermonia, especially to neuvillette, you knew you were screwed.

normally, this didn’t happen. he’d meet you down by his office door after a guard or sigewinne escorted you through the fortress, and help you walk up the stairs with the support of his arm.

he immediately slams his hands down on his table, walking over to where you were. 

you felt his presence looming over you, though unable to see it, you slowly and carefully sit up. he lifts up your chin before speaking.

“why. why would you do that,” he starts in a low tone, something similar he’d use to speaking to misbehaved criminals. “i told you not to visit me today. and what do you do? the complete fucking opposite!” 

you rub your eyes, trying to show no signs of weakness. you stand up, and he grabs your hands, making you feel the mess you made. ripped papers, bleeding ink. a month of progress is officially gone. 

“you feel what you did? that has taken me months! and it’s ruined! if i lose my job because of this-” he starts, dropping your hands as you turn around, your bottom leaning against the desk. 

“i’m sorry! i should’ve either stayed home or have a guard escort me up, i didn’t mean to ruin your progress!” you wipe more tears away, hearing him give an annoyed sigh. 

“you’re right. you shouldn’t have come at all. this would never have happened if you didn’t come. do you understand how much trouble i could be in? if you didn’t visit me at all, i wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of asking for new documents, and i wouldn’t have to do hundreds of papers in three damned days!” he says, obviously distressed.

“look, i’m sorry, okay?! you can tell neuvillette and all of fontaine that i was the one who ruined everything if you want to! i’m sorry about the hassle and i’m sorry for putting more stress on you! all i wanted to do was bring you a cup of tea because you left the house stressed this morning!” you yelled back, crying at this point. “if you don’t want the embarrassment, then you can embarrass me. it seems like i’ve done enough to deserve it, so do it! tell the whole world what i did wrong, and how horrible of a wife i was!”

you called a guard in to escort you out, and that was the last wriothesley had seen of you that day.

[luvrxbunny]

lazy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 

Prompt: Wet Dreams

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, handjob (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.1k

A/N: its called lazy cus i was literally so lazy when writing this- not proofread and probably incoherent 

You wake up to a low groaning, almost zombie-like sound, slowly growing in volume. Your eyes open to the dark room and you realize it must be Bucky making these sounds… but why? Steve had mentioned nightmares, maybe this was one? But Bucky insisted that he doesn’t have them anymore. You slowly force your muscles to wake and flip yourself over, facing him. You’re met with the sight of Bucky lying on his stomach, his head turned toward you, his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up in what you’d assume was discomfort if his hips weren’t grinding into the mattress. 

The sheet has slid down his body, laying right below his ass and giving you a perfect view of how his hips move ad he fucks his cock into the bed. It knocks the air out of your lungs and causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach along with a drop of guilt. 

You’re the first person he’s been with since he got out of cryo. You’re the first person to get him to open back up, to unlock all the emotions he decided to hide away, and turn him back into Bucky. You’re honored for the opportunity and eternally glad and grateful that you were actually able to make a difference in him, that he fell in love with you. Unfortunately, there was one area you couldn’t help him with. Sex. 

You’re a virgin. 

As much as you love Bucky, you’re just not ready to lose your virginity yet. You want him to have it and you want him… You’re just nervous for the actual act, you need some more time, and Bucky, the gentleman that he is, never pressured you to rush or anything. But apparently, that means he’s also omitting facts from you. Facts like these. 

You can hear how slick he is inside his boxers, a subtle squelch coming from inside them, letting you know how badly he’s needed this. Sam told you about the soldier’s heightened libido due to the serum but Bucky had never said anything about it to you so you assumed that Sam was just kidding around, just trying to embarrass Bucky. Apparently, he was telling the truth. 

You don’t know what to do. Waking him up might be embarrassing for him but you feel wrong just sitting here and watching him. You won’t be able to fall back asleep but you can’t just lay here and listen to him groan out for you. You place a hand on his shoulder, and rock him gently until his face twitches and his eyes begin to flutter open. 

His brain doesn’t wake up immediately. His eyes open and land on you but his hips don’t stop moving. His eyebrows pull in and he moans your name right into your face, and his hips are still moving. You can’t help but smile fondly at him, oddly complimented by his apparent need, but your smile seems to be what wakes him up. His eyes widen and his hips freeze, he seems to analyze you, trying to figure out if he’s still dreaming and his eyes widen further once he realizes he’s awake. “Fuck. I’m- I’m so sorry.”

You giggle and move closer to him. Your hand begins to leave his shoulder, trail down his arm, squeezing his bicep for a moment before continuing down and resting over where his shirt has lifted to reveal some skin on his hip. You trace gentle shapes on his skin and pretend you don’t notice when he shudders and goosebumps rise. “I can help you, Jamie.” 

His eyelids flutter at your soft movements. You test your luck, letting your fingers tease over the band of his underwear. His hips tilt up, forcing your hand over his bulge and giving you a soft moan at the feeling. His hands come up to pull your head closer to his as he starts nodding at you. You smile and kiss him while he whimpers at the feeling of you pulling his sensitive cock out of his pants. “Are- Oh, baby. Are you sure? I- sweet- baby.” His eyes roll back and his entire body goes lax— aside from his hips that are thrusting up into your unmoving hand.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” You ask and move your hand with his hips, moving it up when he thrusts up so he gets no friction. He lets out a frustrated whine. “I’m- I didn’t wanna pressure you, sweetheart. But- mm— please. I need you.” You give a pleased hum at his words and start moving your hand. His reaction is instant. His head falls back in a moan, exposing his adam’s apple to you which you immediately dive for, biting gently and sucking marks into his skin as he thrusts into your hand, taking the pleasure he needs. His cock is slick with all the precum he was spilling for you, how badly he’s been needing this. 

His hand comes to cradle your head, a bit more roughly than he meant but you feel so good on him. Your warm, wet, soft lips sucking into his hot skin, it’s making his head spin. A few seconds ago he was dreaming about you fucking him, on top, riding him like your life depends on it, like getting cum to burst from his tip was your only objective. He woke up mortified as to how you would react but this was the best outcome he could’ve asked for. His head doesn’t have any thought that doesn’t involve you. He can feel the pressure building in his gut, embarrassingly close already. 

It’s always like this when you’re the focus of his arousal, something about you seems to take away his ability to last more than a few minutes. He’s trying as hard as he can, trying to get something else in his head aside from the erotic flashes of everything he wants to do to you, everything he wants you to do to him. “Gonna cum.” The words shoot out of his mouth as a desperate whine and his cock is spurting out the moment he finishes speaking. 

He’s pumping rope after rope after rope of cum into your fist and moaning in a way you never could’ve imagined coming from him. His hips stutter into your palm and his body folds in, trembling as he tries to get closer to you. He’s whimpering your name into your ear on repeat and you shudder at the feeling the breath from his moans on your ear. His moans get high and whiny with embarrassment and overstimulation as you continue to pump his soaked cock. 

He has to shove his hands under the covers and stop you himself because it began to border on painful. He’s panting as he comes down, he can’t process a lot of things right now but he plans to thank you extensively once he can speak again. Maybe return the favor. 

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[avaf00rdxx]

media day

Leah Williamson x Reader

For everyone that rages at it I’m gonna check it aight

—————————-

“whats today” asked Leah’s strong Milton Keynes accent behind a digital film camera. You looked up and smiled at her camera.

“It’s media day!” You softly said, voice still horse, still half asleep and leaning at the kitchen bench with your girlfriend, she was going to put a bunch of captured videos from every six months on a video for her instagram. It was a new goal of hers. The idea made your heart melt.

Some days she would just set it up as you two spent time together. If you were travelling and watching the sunset on the beach with Leah as an example, she would set the camera up behind the two of you cuddling and looking out.

Other times she would film you and your friends being silly in the gym, or videos of you and your dogs.

Later, Leah drove the two of you to the training grounds. Both with hair neat and light makeup on, ready to film some media.

Most of you girls didn’t mind these days, some hated, but you found it so much fun. Leah filmed you as you skipped through the entrance and down the hauls, the blonde chuckling behind you. You turned around and winked for the camera before you ran into Beth and Steph coming up the other way,

“Hello!” Beth said hugging you. You hugged her tightly before doing the same to Steph.

“You’re after Caitlin and Jen. You have to do another game for a video this one is more fun than the last one trust me” Beth said to you two, letting you know what the first media duty was, also reminding you at how bad you were at the last challenge you filmed was.

When you stepped into the area with many cameras and back drops for shoots set up, you girlfriend was immediately peeled away from you to go take some photos in the new training tracksuit set. Claiming they didn’t have enough content for the particular set.

You were sitting on one of the lounges scrolling through instagram as you noticed Jen come up to you with a microphone “y/n!” The tall brunette exclaimed. “Mind if I sit?” She asked pointing to the spot on the couch next to you.

“Of course Jenny” you smiled moving your legs that were laying there, before putting them back on top of Jen’s lap so they could lay there once again.

“Oh ok” Jen and you giggled as you relaxed back into the couch with you legs resting over her lap. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Hit me” you said smiling at the camera

“I went over to grab a cookie from the snack table. And Caitlin foord had informed me that you had eaten the entire bowl of cookies? Can you confirm or deny?” She asked you

“What!” You laughed. “Caitlin not fair!” You yelled across the indoor area as the girl poked her tongue at you. “Deny. She ate most of them I had two!” You said looking into the camera, getting louder at the last part so the brunette across the room could hear.

“Rumour confirmed. Now who do you think looks the best in the new home kit?” Jen said smirking, motioning towards her chest as she was wearing the said kit.

“I think it really suits me im not gonna lie…..” you grinned “But best might have to be Jen Beattie” you shrugged, you high-fived her before you noticed a blonde with her arms folded glaring at both of you.

“I didn’t see you come through the door” you smiled at Leah, patting the spot next to you so she could sit.

“Jen best dressed in home kit?” She questioned towards the camera.

“Yes-“ Jen said proudly

“No! It’s a tie!” You grinned

“Mm sure” Leah said

“Ok one final question and Leah you can answer this too. Any pre game traditions you have together? Like as a couple?”

“Well Leah Can’t cook so I end up cooking pasta. I feel like when you ask a footballer their night-before meal they all say this. But it’s seriously you know, good carbs for the following game day” you said into your microphone to Jen and the Camera

“I can cook some things” Leah said

“Let’s be real here Leah, I don’t even live with you and I know this” Jen laughed, making Leah pout cutely at the camera

“You make great weetabix darling” you said rubbing her shoulder in sympathy causing her to upside-down smile at you.

“And there you have it let’s find our next guest” Jen’s voice trailed off, leaving the couch as the camera man followed her and the mic.

Leah pulled you into her embrace on the couch, you now completely collapsed on top of her. “I’m already tired” your girlfriend huffed below you.

“let’s get you a coffee I was about to get one” you said getting up to head towards the snack table containing a coffee machine just to your luck.

“Yuck no thanks” said the non-coffee drinker.

———————

“Hi im Y/n y/l/n”

“And I am Leah Williamson”

“This is Arsenal’s Name Three game, where we are going to be asked to name three of a category or something like that in under 5 seconds” you shrugged smiling wide

“Here we go” Leah said rubbing her palms together

“Name Three dog breeds. Go” you asked with cardboard game cards in your hand

“Ok um Husky, Border Collie and erm Labrador” she smiled proud of getting it right in 4 seconds.

“Nice work” you smiled, adjusting your position on your seat as Leah read her card.

“Name three Arsenal men’s players from the 2021/2022 season!”

“Um Martinelli, Tomiyaso, Saka!” You clapped after quickly finishing “did I have to say full names?” You asked the people behind the camera who shook their heads.

“Dang that was quick good job sweets. Okay my turn now I’m gonna beat your time” Leah said.

“Oh god good luck. Three countries that speak Spanish off you go” you read as her 5 seconds started

“Shit um Spain, El Salvador and”

“1..” you counted down

“Mexico” she smiled proudly finishing her answer in less than a second. “That was an easier question than you think”

“I’m shit at Geography” you shrugged to the camera

“Ok y/l/n your second is name three shades of red” she smiled reading, knowing you most likely wouldn’t get this.

“Is red one-“ you questioned

“Time starts go!”

“I don’t know any! Um plain red and… oh pink is one right” you exclaimed

“Bowbow! Times up. And I don’t think Plain red counts, nor pink” she laughed

“Surely” you mumbled crossing you arms. The camera started recording as you were given the next card. “For your final question Leah, three fake blondes on the Arsenal team” you giggled reading out your card.

“Oh my god that’s funny um shit Beth, Laura and also oh wait no she’s not…and Chloe!”

“Time! You didn’t get the last one in time!” You argued

“I so did!” She exclaimed

“Nope”

“I did but whatever then you just cannot handle losing” she said, receiving a glare from you. “Ok for the final question of today for lucky y/n here. Name three country songs starting with L”

“What! Not fair”

“Ready?”

“Absolutely not!

“Okay three two one start!” She exclaimed, studying your face as your face scrunched up in thought.

“Love you anyway Luke combs, lovin on you and like a wrecking ball by Eric Church” you yelled jumping up as you got them “yes! Got em!” You yelled excitedly you and Leah both laughed as you settled behind Leah’s back arms around her neck in a hug, with Leah bringing her hands up to your arms as you recorded the outro.

“I think we have a clear winner-“

“It was a tie missy” you said slightly whacking her head. “Anyways tune into our sold out game this weekend against Manchester United at Arsenal.com and Sky News sports. Check out our socials for further details” you smiled.

“See you next time” Leah giggled with her thumbs up, slightly cringing at it.

“Thanks ladies was brilliant” said one of the girls behind the camera, letting you now go back to where the rest of the girls were.

——————

Media days isn’t just snapping a few cute pics and playing a fun game. It was a little bit more effort and just loads of hours and hours of sitting and waiting to be called up to take pictures or film something for social media.

“What does selling out the emirates mean to me? Um it just feels surreal. As a child I remember coming to the emirates to watch Chelsea and Arsenal play, as a child when your in places like that with just tens of thousands of people it doesn’t feel real and it’s just so overwhelming. All of those people there to watch one game of silly football I would think” you laughed “but just wow 60,000 what a number I guess and it will never hit me that me and the girls have achieved this, if you told me this was happening 12 months ago I would have probably laughed. Especially telling little me sitting there at a sold out emirates in 2005, that I would be on that pitch with the same scenario just blows my mind” you smiled as you put down the phone you were asked to share your thoughts on the sold out game on.

“Sorry that was a bit of a ramble there” you said shyly, handing the phone back to the media manager.

“Absolutely not. That was so good thanks for doing that” she smiled at you before you went back to where you could see Lia, Leah and Kim all sitting down on the fake grass inside.

“Hello kimmy” you said resting your chin on her shoulder, before your eyes fell on a fast asleep Leah laying on Lia’s leg, phone in hand but dead asleep”

“Oh hello” Kim laughed hugging you back “this one was a bit tired” she pointed to your girlfriend

“Yeah she didn’t get the best sleep” you sighed going to sit next to Leah passed out on the floor.

Lia and Kim both scrunching up their faces in disgust at your response. “ no no not like that freaks. She was up playing piano again” you defended, groaning at the last part.

“Poor you. When you were away and she asked me to come over while she practised, she was up for hours” Lia laughed.

“Every night when I’ll tell her I’m going to bed, usually that implies she will too and she hops up and follows me. But lately she just says ‘night!’ and stays up playing for hours” you said, Kim smiling in amusement at the sleepy girl, before a strong Irish voice was heard.

“Here’s the sleepy girl!” Katie shoved the camera at Leah’s sleepy state passed out next to you. “And the wag!” she said now putting the camera in your face, you following your eyes at her continuous joke.

You were injured for one of your England games and were in the stands without being on the pitch with the English girls, an article released from the game called you ‘Leah’s Wag’, Katie found it hilarious and now called you ‘wag’ a lot.

“Is that Leah’s camera” you smiled up at the brunette, camera still in your face.

“You know it chick” Katie said “give me an update on what’s happening!” She said motioning for you to talk to her ‘vlog’

“Umm im ready to be told i can go home” you said sweetly, genuinely waiting to get told by the staff all was good and we could leave.

“Same here” Katie grinned wide panning the camera to her face. “Ooh!” Katie said skipping off with the camera after she found Jen making a TikTok with Beth.

Now you and Leah were left together laying on the ground, her still asleep, you thought, as her arms reached out in a stretch. “Hi baby” you said sweetly kissing her check, then her nose, then her lips.

“How long did I sleep for” she asked looking around slightly.

“No idea. Not too long I don’t think”

“Sorry about that” she said snuggling into your legs

“Don’t apologise. We should be able to leave soon. Actually I’m just gonna ask. I can’t wait any longer seriously” you said before getting up to find one of the media girls Ryhanna who was sitting down editing something on a computer. She said it was supposed to finish at 2, but we should be find to leave now.

“I’ll check hang on” she said getting up to ask someone

“Thank you” you said gratefully before walking over to the small drinking tap, filling up your water bottle which was next to it so you could give some to Leah.

“Yep you and Leah are all good to go!” She yelled from a bit away “see you guys tomorrow”

“Thank you so much. See you then!” You said, now happily skipping back. “We can go now!” You hummed, reaching your hands out to Leah so you can pull her up.

She smiled contently and happily letting you pull her up from the ground. You hugged some of the girls goodbye, who were now curious and jealous as to when they could leave.

“After you” Leah said holding the door open which led to the parking lot out the front. You gave her a sweet look and reached for her hand as you walked to the car together.

“Let’s get some sleep” she said leaning on your shoulder as you walked.

“It’s barely five” you laughed at your tired girlfriend. “It’s all that piano practise you stay up to do”

“Yeah yeah” she said walking to the drivers seat

“No missy your gonna fall asleep on the road let me drive. You took her hand in yours, pulling her away from the handle and also grabbing the keys from her hand.

“Off you go my passenger princess” you tapped her butt to shoo her away to the passenger seat

“No you’re my passenger princess” she said with warm cheeks when you both buckled your seat belts. Your reached for her hand once you made it onto the main road, interlocking fingers as you gently kissed hers.

“Smile your on camera” she exclaimed as you slowly turned your head to her and the camera, your girlfriend filming the entire sweet moment, lightly pulling your tongue out at it before facing back at the road in front of you, pecking all of her fingers again as she giggled like a small girl next to you.

[vampcubus]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃! : 𝐀𝐎𝐓

a/n: this is literally 5k words of pegging nonsense, most of these “headcanons” also include additional lil blurbs because i’m a psychopath.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, floch, jean, porco, and armin.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

—  He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.

— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”

— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.

— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.

— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.

— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”

“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment. 

And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.

“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat. 

It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.

“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.

“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.

“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.

“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him. 

His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.

 — He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.

“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.

“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.

The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.

Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.

“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.

— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3

— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.

— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.

— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Omg literally baby boy. 

— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.

— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.

— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n  do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.

— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Baby boy #2

— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.

— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.

— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.

— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3

—  He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.

— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.

— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”

Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough. 

He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers. 

But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.

“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.

“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.” 

His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough. 

He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.

Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly. 

“You’re so pretty, Bert.” 

“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.

Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you. 

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.

— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.

— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again. 

— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.

— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…

— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.

— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.

— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.

“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise. 

He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.

“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.

He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.

“Please say it again.” he pleads.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”

— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.

 — Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.

“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”

“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.

 He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you. 

His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.

You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck. 

“How was that?”

“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”

— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.

— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔

— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity. 

— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.

— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant. 

“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“

“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again. 

“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.

The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.

You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.

“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.

And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm. 

Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.

— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3

— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)

— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.

— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.

— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.

— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.

— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.

— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.

— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!

— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.

[popponn]

a cushion, two continents away. [isagi yoichi x reader]

note: i wrote this in one sitting out of need. a loving yoichi is a warm thought and while this isn't how i imagined the 'first fit of madness in a while' would go, please do know it is one. yoichi is considerate, but yoichi likes affection. that's the thought. warning: none, isagi is full of love and wants to be clingy, post canon pro player au, reader's gender unspecified.

“Please motivate me,” you say to the screen. Isagi tries his best not to ask why you are burying your face in your hands instead of greeting him with a smile. His hunch tells him you might cry if he does that. “Please motivate me, or I might cry.”

Isagi really tries his best not to follow his instinct to ask are you okay there and then. With a smile he hopes doesn’t come out as an exact grimace, he laughs and makes a silent note to order you your favorite drink online later. Paying mind to his sleeping teammates, he whispers, “I don’t know what’s happening here, but hang in there, okay?”

As if being cued by his voice, you finally peek at his face. Even with only part of your face unhidden by your palms, Isagi notices that you are making a face at something—which is probably whatever your workload is now and the fact that he is two continents away from you.

“Why are you away?” you ask, a mix of pout and annoyance haunting your voice, “I want to work while sitting in your lap. I want a back hug. I want a hug. I want you here.”

“Please don’t turn me into a cushion,” Isagi says, even though the two of you know that he will do it happily and readily. Complete with his head on your shoulder, peering at your laptop. Probably, also while sharing warm drinks with you.

Good—Isagi holds back a groan. Now he wants to go home too.

Which shouldn’t be impossible. The match is done, Bachira and Rin are asleep so they can’t snitch, maybe if he runs to the airport now—

“I’m going to sound like a hypocrite. And also this is painful for me to say,” you interrupt his train of thought with a mock of a strict expression, “but please don’t.”

Isagi chews the inside of his cheek, “…but. It’s—”

“I’m not listening to you,” you cut off, despite obviously trying to hold back a smile. But, as quick as that pretty expression of yours comes, Isagi doesn’t get much time to admire it. You soon turn away to somewhere off-screen, facing what seems to be your work with a sigh. “…now, I think I have to go.”

Looking at you and hearing the imminent farewell, Isagi wants to make you stay more than anything. Having a simple celebration between you and him, even through a video call, after a win sounds like heaven. But of course, unfortunately, he is mature enough to know asking that from you is impossible for now.

But, Isagi is self-aware. He is egoistic and stubborn when he wants something. So, he asks, “Can we stay on call? I will be good.”

“…be good, huh?” you parrot his wording. A light chuckle comes out just barely from you.

“You know what I mean,” Isagi shifts on his bed. Lying on his side while hugging his pillow to his body, pretending it’s you. He buries his face into the plush cotton. God—he really wishes this pillow was you now.

Never once did his eyes leave you. He watches as you stay silent, considering for a moment. Then, finally, after a few wordless moments, you finally glance back to him, “…you know I can’t deny that puppy look, right?”

“Stop calling it puppy look,” Isagi denies. He knows he is wearing the expression you often call ‘pouting’.

To that, you finally laugh out loud. For a moment you truly look like there is no burden on you and Isagi considers going on with the pointless debate if he could keep that good look on you forever. Sadly, he knows you should work the moment you fully turn your face to the side. The clicking sounds of keyboards and mouse clicks replace your voice.

“Sure, sure, I will,” you say. Isagi merely hums as he looks at you.

He really should be a good boyfriend and pretend he is your sitting cushion right now.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 46

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

‘You look good’.

The doctor’s words echo in your head. You stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to see what she saw. You don’t look good, you are repulsive. You pull your shirt down over the stretch marks and fix your sweat pants, hiding the rigid scar. No infection, no internal issues. That’s probably what she meant.

You hear the dull buzz of your phone. As you pass the bassinet, you check inside. The baby’s asleep. It’s been a long day of calming her since your return from your appointment. She received a clean bill of health, a sparkling review from the doctor. She’s growing, eating well, meeting all her milestones. How many can there be, it’s only been six weeks.

The house is quiet. Dottie should be asleep. She hasn’t bothered you at least. You lay down and check your phone. It’s Andy. Shoot, you forgot to text him back after your shower. You tell him as much in your reply.

You lower your phone as you lean against the pillows. Six weeks. The doctor said you’re all clear. You don’t know if you’re ready, even though you want to be. You sigh and breathe out your anxiety. Fuck it. It’s not that deep.

‘Wanna come over?’ You don’t even read Andy’s follow up before you send the message.

Shit. Shit. You see the checkmark, he’s read it but he’s not typing. Fuckkkkkk. You misread. The last week and a half, sneaking around to make out, having the type of fun you forgot back in high school, it was only that. Shallow and fleeting.

You’re really not ready for this. You’re thinking too much. Making it into more than what it is. It’s just fucking. That’s all it’s ever been. Besides, you might not even get that far. You just want the company.

Your phone jitters. You look at it with dread; ‘sure, I still owe you that massage.’

You squeak, quickly smothering it with your hand. What was that? You don’t make those noises. You don’t get giddy. You are a grown woman. A mother.

Damn. That’s right. You’re a mother.

You get up and peer at the bassinet once more. You grab the monitor and carefully wheel the rolling bassinet to the door. You carefully open the door and enter the hall. She’ll be okay in her crib for an hour. You’ll put the camera in with her. She’s tired out from the doctor’s anyway.

You make the transfer, leaving the nursery door open, just in case. You don’t know why you’re so worried. The baby just sleeps all the time. Just a blob.

You go back to your room and find a new message. Andy, he’s already on his way. Oop. You text that you’ll meet him at the back door. You sneak back out and make a cautious descent down the stairs.

He waits for you in the shadows by the doors as you shine the flashlight of your phone at him. You unlock the left one and let him in. He’s in a hoodie and sweats hanging crooked on his hips. You turn off the light and whisper for him to come in, shutting the door softly behind him.

“Can’t go back upstairs. Already made too much noise,” you keep your voice low.

He nods, hands in his pockets, swaying on his feet nervously. You giggle and grab the front of his hoodie. You drag him into the living room and over to the couch. He touches your wrist and stops you.

“Ah, I still owe you,” he insists.

“It’s fine,” you try to dismiss his offer. You just want to see if your body still works, if you can still feel.

“Please, lay down,” he coaxes, “let’s… let’s take it slow. Enjoy it…”

You let him go. Yeah, he’s right. You turn away and stare at the cushions in the dim glow of moonlight that shines through the window. That window where you and Lloyd–

You won’t think of him. You get down on your stomach. Andy lowers himself on the edge of the couch and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You can take your shirt off,” he suggests.

“I’ll keep it on,” you say, trying not to let your embarrassment glean through.

“No problem,” he assures you, trailing his hand down.

He begins to knead your back, leading with his thumbs, finding kinks you never felt before. He works you firmly but gently. Shoulders, sides, hips. He moves up, down, all around. You moan as he loosens the muscles knotted from months, if not years, of strain.

He lets one hand crawl over the back of your sweats. You don’t stop him. He gropes your but, squeezing it until you moan, a signal that he can keep going. He fondles you, humming at the feel of you. It’s flattering even if you’re overly aware of the extra pounds.

His fingers slip down and you part your thighs. He pauses as he hovers over the seam of your pants.

“You good?” He rasps.

“Keep going,” you say a bit harsher than you intend.

He listens, pushing on the seam as he feels around the fabric. He presses it against your cunt, rolling until he finds your clit. He has his hand hooked under you, rocking as pressure gathers around his touch. Your breath hitches and you purr, tilting your hips as you as good as ride his hand.

“It’s good,” you say, “let me…”

You reach down and push down the elastic of your sweatpants. He retracts your hands and guides them down for you. You turn over as you untangle your ankles from the fabric and sit up. You’re too impatient to keep playing around.

“Here,” you bend your legs over the cushion, “sit.”

You pat the couch next to you. He seems reluctant but he sits. You hesitate.

“You don’t… we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want–”

“No, I do,” he insists, “really, I don’t wanna rush you.”

“You’re not.”

You stand up and come in front of him. You reach to tug on the zipper of his hoodie and pull it down, revealing his naked torso beneath. You cluck, “you hurried over?”

“Kinda,” he admits lightly as he leans forward to frame your hips.

He lets one hand fall down, tracing your vee to your slit, flicking his finger up between your folds. You twitch and bend to reach for his pants, gripping him through the fabric. He shudders and slides his finger further along your cunt.

You grasp the elastic of his pants and tug. He lifts his ass, his urgency matching your own as he raises the fabric above his tip and sets his dick free. You climb into his lap, holding yourself on your knees as you take him in your hand. You stroke him, he’s already hard, and feel how he trembles. He’s a man, it’s not you, it’s just sex.

You press a hand to his firm chest, feeling the soft hair there, the hard muscle. He trails a hand up and plays with the hem of your shirt. You keep him from lifting it. It’s dark but you don’t want him to see anything.

You angle him against you, rubbing his tip against your cunt. You curl your fingers as you lower yourself onto him. He gasps, his hand resting on your thigh as you take control, easing down slowly as the friction burns your wall. You grunt at the moment of resistance. You’re not wet enough. You don’t fucking care.

You bring your fingers to your lips and wet them in your mouth. You reach down to play with your clit as you sink to your limit. He feels good. You think. He squeezes your hip and his other hand goes to your chest. Your tits are heavy and sore but you ignore the discomfort.

You roll your clit under your fingertips as you rock in his lap. He squeezes your tit harder as he groans. You feel the plucking, dull but there.

He runs his thumb over your tender nipple and you whine, feeling a trickle as the fabric dampens against you. Fuck. Whatever. Just milk. Like a fucking cow, you can't help but leak.

“Feel okay?” Andy asks as he snakes his hand around to your ass, still pawing at your swollen tits.

“Yeah, fine,” you grab his chin and tilt his head up, muting him with a kiss as you buck, flicking at your clit desperately. You just want to cum, you need to. You need that release.

[muns0nslov3r]

Hear me out..

(Eddie and f reader)

COCK DRUNK READER

Eddie pounds into you with a fast rhythm, sweat dripping down his face. His hair tied up in a bun but a bit of his bangs start like falling out from all the movement sticking onto his sweaty skin, eyes rolled to the back of his head. You’re laying there on your back, moans continuing to slip out, it felt to good. ‘fuckk sweetheart.. look at you.. your look so pretty like this~ so drunk for my cock hm?” He chuckled softly, a groan slipping out “shit..~ “

I NEED DIRTY TALKING EDDIE AND JUST A LITTLE BIT OF PRAISE 😭 I’m desperate 😔

GAIEHWJSJ CHOKING ON MY CRACKERS. GOD LORDY. PLEASE.

warnings : sub!reader, soft!dom!eddie, unprotected sex, breeding kink-? and squirting. KAHSJDH

you don’t know how long you’ve guys been at it for, but you swore you couldn’t feel your body. your legs were limp and numb as they laid preciously against eddie’s shoulders as he would give your ankles a kiss just being cute. every rough thrust eddie did made air leave your lungs, Eddie pounds into you with a fast rhythm, sweat dripping down his face. His hair tied up in a bun but a bit of his bangs start like falling out from all the movement sticking onto his sweaty skin, eyes rolled to the back of his head. You’re laying there on your back, moans continuing to slip out, it felt to good. ‘fuckk sweetheart.. look at you.. your look so pretty like this, so drunk for my cock, hm?” He chuckled softly, a groan slipping out “shit..“ he panted out as he gripped your thighs pushing your knees up to your chest as he pounded faster and harder into you, hearing his soft groans and moans as he rolled his eyes back feeling you clench down. “you gonna cum baby? yeah, huh? it feel so good.? god your to dumb on my cock to even answer.” he smirked watching as your face scrunched up with pleasure. gripping eddie’s back with all your might as you moaned out “ g-gonna cum.. s’close.” you slurred as you spoke feeling the tight feeling in your lower stomach “ good girl. come on, taking my cock so good. i’m gonna cum in you.. fuck! you wanna be a mommy yeah? carry my god- god damn babies!” he groaned out as you came with a loud cry, your legs trembling as you felt something wet underneath you. “ oh fuck.. you just squirted fuck fuck fuck!! oh shit i’m cu-cunning baby.” he whimpered as he pounded faster until painting your walls with his hot milky cum<3 he stilled for a bit then slowly spilled out pulling your panties back down onto you. “ gotta make sure we keep it in there princess.” he smirked looking at you.

[chrissy-kaos]

Hey!!

I just wanted to tell you I think it’s so cool how you continue to play hockey even if it’s a beer league! I mean I don’t know what good adult leagues there are when you’re older really 😅

I miss playing hockey so much and I always just figured it would be impossible to get taken seriously by judgmental fucks. I love that you make history even though you’re just yourself. I do sort of despise some of the things I’ve heard in the locker room too tbh.

It’s so amazing to see you gear up and get sweaty. It makes me some how feel seen too and I feel like I need to just figure it out lol. I know your kicking ass out there (cus I saw u posted ur stats) lol 💜 hope you have a good rest of your weekend 💜

Thank you! Yea posting about me playing wasn’t something i was really going to do. But everyone here seems to love that content and they continue to ask for it. So I’m going to keep posting it. I don’t think I’m anything special or making history. I’m just a girl that wants to play hockey. That’s it. If I inspire others to play than that’s awesome! Because hockey is amazing and growing the game is important! With that said I’m going to share a bit of a story with you. So bear with me.. I tend to over share 😅

Hockey is something I’ll never give up. For a long time my life centered around it. I’m fortunate enough to live in a town that’s had multiple pro teams and a great hockey community. I used to coach/play for one of the teams before my transition. When I was debating if I was going to transition or not hockey played a part in it for sure. I didn’t want to never play again. But I was scared that people wouldn’t accept me and all that. I felt like majority of the community liked me and enjoyed my coaching. But you never actually know how someone feels about it, ya know.

When I finally made my decision I was coaching full time and I decided to step away from hockey not necessarily for good but until I was comfortable with myself. So I resigned and hung my skates up. Then started my transition. It was a little after two years into my transition when I decided to step on the ice again. I had played some roller with a few friends and messed around stick handling in the house but I never went back to the rink.

(I actually find this hilarious 😂.) I seen they had a skate and shot and decided I’d go to it. Not skating for two years I needed to get my legs back anyway. So I show up to the rink. It’s still all the same people that worked there when I did. I walked up to the counter to pay and my friend Josh was working and said “hi ma’am, here for stick time?.” He had no idea I started to transition. I said “hi, Josh.” He looked at me like I was crazy and asked if he knew me. I gave him the money and said “you might” then walked away. He stopped me to tell me where the women’s locker room is. I smiled and said thank you.

I skated like crap. To be expected tho. After the time was up I headed to the locker’s. Josh stopped me and asked how I knew him. So I told him who I was and it blew his mind 😂. He congratulated me and said he had no idea. He told me he was thinking to himself damn this girl is good(I actually suck lol). He was like who the fuck is she?. He thought I was one of the college players. Our local college and pro team share the rink together. Anyway he was completely blown away. The interaction was great and positive. He was very supportive. After that I started coming once a week and more people realized who I was.

Everyone was extremely supportive and accepting. They use my chosen name and pronouns. Even offered me a coaching position again. I declined for reasons. But the hockey community in general is amazing. I felt comfortable enough to hop in our league. It’s our house A league so all the best players current pros, ex pros and d1-3 guys. It’s extremely competitive. I’m still the only girl ☠️ lol

Now I can’t speak for any other community but at no point in time have I been treated bad or different. I’m given the same respect as everyone else. Do guys talk in the lockers probably but they are nothing but respectful and courteous to me. If you want to get out and play don’t let anyone stop you.

Hockey is for everyone and you deserve to play too! Just go for it! You never know unless you try. Hockey has one of the best lgbtqiia+ communities in all of sports. There are teams like @teamtrans-icehockey where you can play with people like us who understand the difficulties of being trans/nb/queer in sports. I’ve played with teams trans a few times and they are an incredible group of people! I highly recommend checking them out! 

(I took this pic the on the way to the rink that first time back. Don’t mind the filter and how pudgy I am 🫣)

[thebubblesareevil]

The wrong shade of green

Danny’s arrival in Star City is not what you might call, uneventful. He was on the run from the GIW, after a lucky shot they manage to catch him while he was transforming. Unfortunately this lead to Danny being chased out of town, unable to transform lest they manage to track his ecto signature. The only reason he managed to get away was thanks to Red Huntress and his parents. They managed to distract the GIW while he made his getaway. He still doesn’t know how his parents feel about him being phantom but they were ready to help when he needed it and that’s what counts.

His first thought was to meet up with Jazz at her college if things went south, but with his identity revealed he knew going to her would put her in danger. With amity on lock down he’s unable to get to the portal. So he manages to get a ticket out of town and hops from bus to bus. At some point he ends up in Star City. He’s managed to pick a few pockets to keep himself fed and clothed unfortunately one night as he was heading back to his “home” (a condemned apartment building that was fine as long as he didn’t breathe too much) he came across a mugging. As much as Danny knows he shouldn’t he interferes, the woman gets away unharmed Danny is not so lucky. Danny managed to get a nice little bullet wound just barely missing his kidneys. It looked like the mugger was about to go in for the “kill” (boy would he be surprised) when the gun it pinned to the wall by a red arrow. Danny slumps to the ground. Trying to figure out if he needed to leave the city already when a teen about his age pops up out of seemingly nowhere and goes to help him try to stop the bleeding. Danny asks who the hell are you, he looks at him like he’s crazy and they he’s like “you must be new around here, I’m speedy” Danny laughs and starts to get up “okay speedy thanks for the help but I’m gonna get going” he grabs Danny like “you are bleeding out you’re not going anywhere” Danny looks him straight in the eye and says “who’s gonna stop me?” And keeps walking speedy follows him and says “im just trying to help! Your gonna die if you don’t get medical attention!” Danny mumbles “too late for that” not realizing speedy heard him.

He pauses and says “at least let me help you get where you need to go” Danny hesitates but accepts and speedy wraps Danny’s arm around his shoulder and helps Danny make it back to where he’s staying. Speedy looks more than a little worried about the state of the building but doesn’t fight him. Once they get inside speedy takes out all the medical supplies he has and gets to work. If he’s surprised by the scars scattered around Danny’s body he doesn’t say anything. Once he finished up he helps Danny lay down and says he’ll be back tomorrow to check on him “so make sure you’re here ‘cus I’ll be pissed if I come here and you’re gone” Danny laughs and says okay. This continues for about a week as Danny slowly begins to heal. Speedy would bring food and supplies then they would sit and talk and at some point or another Danny starts to tinker with speedy’s arrows, improving them. But eventually speedys mentor notices that he seems to be disappearing consistently and coming back with improved equipment. Worried that he’s gotten involved with someone he shouldn’t he follows speedy to the condemned building.

What he finds is his apprentice wrapping fresh bandages around the torso of a teen who is in the process of taking apart his arrows. He slowly leaves the shadows with his hands up to show he’s not a threat. “So this is where my young apprentice has been sneaking off to every night” speedy looks nervous and Danny looks ready to run until speedy puts a hand on his shoulder “I’m not here to stop you I just wanted to make sure you were okay, your friend appears to be hurt, do you mind if I take a look at it.” Danny hesitates but nods, green arrow removes the bandages once more and when he sees the scars littering his body he looks worriedly at speedy who just shakes his head. Green arrows mouth sets in a determined line “it looks like it’s healing pretty well” he looks around the building “this place isn’t the safest though, I have a safe house nearby you can stay in.” Danny looked surprised at the offer and looked to speedy for confirmation, he grinned at Danny. Danny rubbed the back of his neck and reluctantly agreed on the condition he can leave anytime he wants. Speedy immediately agrees and the get Danny to the safe house.

It takes time but eventually Danny tells speedy what he is running from and why and speedy in turn reveals his identity as Roy Harper. They swear each other to secrecy, even from green arrow. After about a month green arrow eventually reveals his identity to him and invites him to join the team doing weapons maintenance. This is when he is introduced to Dinah who he comes to greatly admire, Ollie thinks he has a crush on her because he always watches her train and is more than happy to join in every time. Danny agrees on the condition he’s getting paid for his work. Eventually Danny comes to see Ollie as a kind of uncle and Dinah as a sort of aunt, about a week after this development however Roy goes missing. Danny starts learning to hack, searching for any hint of where Roy disappeared to. Dinah and Ollie search on the ground and between the three of them they find Roy or so they think.

When Ollie comes home with “roy” Danny refuses to believe it’s him, he can’t explain it but he knows it’s not him. The duo try to win him over, after all who else could it be, but Danny refuses. You couldn’t say they were on terrible terms, but Danny didn’t trust him, not one bit and he continued to search for the real Roy to no avail, despairing in the knowledge that he can’t use his powers without being hunted, but it would make things so much easier. One day after a year of searching, the fake Roy officially wins his trust, but not in the way you would think. He’s by himself in the apartment when “Roy” comes rushing in panicked talking about how he was right he was always right and how he found out he was a clone. Danny tries to calm him down and tells him that they need to tell green arrow, they split up, but by the time Danny finds Ollie, “Roy” is already there acting as if nothing happy as can be chatting about how excited he is to finally be welcomed into the league base. Ollie laughs and says “we’ll that’s not the real base, the real one is a satellite in space” Danny is shocked, but he now understands that “Roy” is not fully in control. He decides to play nice and pretend he let the matter drop but continues to search.

After Cadmus happens Ollie invites Danny to work with the young justice team, helping them improve their equipment and helping out. The justice league knows about Danny and knows he’s hiding from something but something (tucker and technus) has prevented them from finding out exactly what. Batman agrees with Danny helping out the team but gives robin the mission of trying to figure out who he is and what he’s running from. Danny agrees knowing that the old league base most likely had much better access than Ollie’s. He joins the team in training and everyone is shocked when he manages to take down superboy, Dinah laughs and says it’s only to be expected from her star pupil. Danny does everything he can to make sure no one knows about his research, however after Kaldur returns from Atlantis earlier than planned only to find Danny hacking into secure documents. He raises his weapon and tells Danny to step away from the computer. Danny backs up and manages to play it off as he was worried about the people who took roy trying to do so again, especially since he’s on his own now, and what their intentions were to begin with. Kaldur reluctantly accepts the answer and even more reluctantly agrees to keep it a secret as he told Ollie he would drop it, on the condition that he would keep him informed and promise not to act on any information he finds. After that the two start to hang out more and Danny start to feel bad about lying to Kaldur but knows hed be putting everyone in danger if he were to try to expose Roy without proof. Everyone starts to slowly realize there’s something off about Danny but they just can’t put their finger on it. When Shazam starts hanging out with the team and later Zatanna this becomes even more evident as the two seemed to have a high respect for danny that neither can really explain.

Everything comes to a head at New Years when red arrow is inducted into the league. When it was revealed that red arrow was to mole all along Kaldur immediately looked to Danny who refused to look him in the eye. He says bluntly “you knew” Danny sighs and says “of course I knew, he was practically my brother. But without proof I would be putting the real Roy, the clone roy and all of you in danger. This isn’t the first time he realized a clone and everytime his mind is wiped and he simply forgets.” He looks away “I checked the DNA they are a perfect match, I had to find a way to solidly prove that he wasn’t Roy otherwise everyone would think I was delusional…again.” With Danny’s help they track down the fake Roy and they manage to take back the watchtower. After winning the day danny and the newly named will team up to continue the search for the real Roy.

Onto season 2 of young justice

It’s been 2 years now and Danny is not 18-19

Will and Danny are in a safe house searching for Roy when they get word that Artemis is dead. Danny is devastated. They might not have gotten along in the beginning but he had come to see her as a little sister. As much as he cares for Kaldur he is determined to get revenge. Luckily will manages to get a lead on roy before Danny does something he would regret. They manage to get Roy back and he’s in the hospital. They won’t let him see roy until roy finally asks for him. “How did you know he wasn’t me, how were you the only one who knew?!” He grinned and said “oh he was much less of a dumbass and I just knew it couldn’t be you.” He laughed “but to be honest I don’t know, he just didn’t FEEL right if that makes sense, like he was just out of sync.” Roy seems to accept the answer and thanks Danny for never stopping his search.

Danny went to get the two of them food and when he came back roy was gone. Luckily he was considerate enough to leave a note. “Not kidnapped gotta go kick ass” Danny laughs and throws the note in the trash after all he’s gotta a new search to start and ass to kick of his own. He begins his hunt (he learned from the best). Danny manages to hunt down Kaldur to a submarine 10 of the coast of biallya. When Kaldur enters his quarters and starts to take off his armor he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye, narrowly dodging a very sharp, very deadly arrow. Kaldur find himself in a fight to the death as Danny comes at him with all of his training from both canary and arrow. The fight is just loud enough to draw attention, Kaldur just barely manages to pin Danny to the wall when a henchman knocks on his door, Danny is certain he’s about to need to use his powers when Kaldur tells him to leave. Danny looks shocked as Kaldur slowly lets him go. Not one to waste an opportunity Danny knocks Kaldur to the ground turning the tables on him and holds a knife to his throat. Danny demands an explanation. Kaldur says I could ask same how did you get here. Danny pushes the knife a little more against Kaldurs throat and says I’m asking the questions. “Why did you betray us?! You killed artemis! And why did you protect me?!”

Kaldur looks him in the eye and begins to explain everything, about how his father is black manta and he used that to infiltrate the light and how Artemis is alive. Danny reluctantly moves the knife from his throat. “Why should I believe a word you say? This could all be a trap?” “You and I both know it’s not, but if you need proof I can call her here, assuming you’ve disabled the security in here” Danny scoffs “do I look like an amateur to you?” Kaldur takes a small item out of his pocket and sends a signal about 15 min later Kaldur is handcuffed sitting on his bed when tigress enters the room. As she’s turning around she asks what the emergency was and get tackled by Danny. “I’m so glad your alive!” Artemis laughs and asks what he was doing here, he steps aside to reveal the bound Kaldur and says “ the original plan was to come here and take revenge but clearly that’s not needed” and he goes to uncuff Kaldur. Artemis covers her mouth trying desperately not to laugh as Kaldur moved to stand. “To be fair he was able to take down Conner on his first time don’t feel to bad” the three catch up a bit before Danny leaves in order to make sure he doesn’t blow their cover. They ask if he need help getting out but he winks and says “I have my ways” after Danny is gone Artemis gives Kaldur a Look and he says “not a word” she grins “I didn’t say anything, but if I did I would say you were looking mighty happy to see dear old Danny. But seriously when this is over if you don’t ask him out I will personally tie the two of you up and lock you in a closet.” Kaldur smirks “noted now you should head back before they get suspicious”

Okay I’m not sure what else I want to add if anything, I don’t know all that much about green arrow, but I get the feeling Danny would study canary’s form religiously so that when he had to use it he could use his wail without being hurt in the process.

In the meantime who do y’all think I should do next?

[eijirousbestie]

Appreciation

use of the word girl like once

i try to keep it gn but this was soooo self indulgent WHOOPS

office fluff + i need a man like him fr

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Thinking about Eijirou stopping by to visit you at your job in his free time for no particular reason at all. Everyone knows him at the front office and they smile as they let him right in. He’s been in the building before and knows his way around and takes the elevator to the third floor where your department resides.

You’re typing away at your desk, piles of papers at your side as you transfer the information onto spreadsheets. Amidst the paper chaos you see a flash of red in your peripheral vision causing your eyes to perceive who’s approaching. You look up once then do a double take, your eyes widening on their own and your lips slowly creeping into a smile.

“Hey pretty girl.” He flashes you a sweet smile, pearly whites on full display as he walks into your cubicle. His voice is hushed as to not disturb your co-workers but it makes your heart beat nonetheless.

You let out a soft and breathy “Hi” in response, your stunned face now simmering into a pleasantly surprised smile.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were on patrol?” He leans down to reach you and places a soft kiss on your cheek before standing back up to his full height. Your face tilts up to meet his loving gaze.

“Incident report day. I was filing paperwork and got done early so I thought I’d come see you.”

You swear if you smiled any harder your face would split in two. His thoughtful gesture is so admirable it makes you dizzy.

“Eiji, you really didn’t have to. I’m sure they still need you at the agency.”

He raises a brow at you before a smug smile graces his face.

“Wouldn’t leave if I wasn’t certain hun. Plus, that’s a perk of running your own agency. It’s what I’ve got employees for.” You shake your head softly, a playful laugh leaving your lips.

“Well thank you regardless for coming to see me.” You stand to give him an enveloping hug, promptly hidden by your spacious cubicle. His built arms wrap around your waist as he hugs you closer to him, making you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Anything for you.” He places a chaste kiss to your temple before loosening his grip on you, his hands now resting gently on your hips. “Hungry?”

You breathe in the heady scent of his cologne, soft wafts of cinnamon and chai warming your senses. He always smells so homey. His soft hold on you draws a relieved sigh from your lips.

“Always.” He chuckles at your reply. His fingers lightly pinching the skin of your hips through your uniform just before he pulls away.

“Good ‘cus I brought some good eats for ya.” You only just now notice the white shopping bag he’s placed on your desk away from the mess of papers. You look back up at him with a grateful expression, eyes filled with appreciation.

“You know I love you right?” You’re so drunk on gratitude it’s the first thing you think to express. He smiles just as widely at you and crosses his arms over his chest, muscles rippling.

“I dunnooo, might need to hear you say it for a little reminder.” His grin turns smug as he looks down at you, patiently waiting. You step closer to him and unfold his crossed arms, taking his hands in yours. You lock your gaze on him and admire his face. The subtle freckles from time in the sun littering his nose. His lengthy eyelashes. His plush and slightly chapped lips.

It feels like an eternity before you speak and he feels how long you’re taking. His heart pitter-patters in his chest as he takes notice of the way you’re looking at him. Like you’re trying to memorize every feature of his. He’s trying so hard not to blush. To not take your lips in holy matrimony. To not pull you out of the office and show you just how far his love for you goes. He feels like he might lose this internal battle if you don’t speak. And quickly.

“You gonna keep me waiting baby? The way you’re lookin’ at me is gonna-”

“Eijirou Kirishima. Everything you do for me is done out of the kindness of your heart and I have so much gratitude for you. I love you so much, not only for what you do, but because you’re always thinking of me. I love you and appreciate you so much.”

His body goes slack. Mouth hung open as he stares at you before it stretches into a gentle smile. With reddened cheeks he closes the gap between you both and places a loving kiss on your lips.

“I’d do it all for you hun.” And as you enjoy your lunch with him in the break room, your co-workers can’t help but to feel envious.

[cyberr-v0id]

I should probably make a proper introduction post so here goes

Hi hey hello wassup sup howdy hola hooray

My name is Hecate but I also go by *lists a ton of names because I am genderfluid as hell, can’t choose just one, have a complicated relationship with my irl name, and eventually toss aside every name I go by* here’s the link to my full name post: https://www.tumblr.com/cyberr-v0id/731097944976228352/ok-so-as-i-apparently-use-a-lot-of-names-here-are

My main blog is @cyberr-v0id but I have a ton of side blogs, because I’m addicted to cool usernames??? Apparently??? But I’m only really active on four or five of them

I use he/she/they/fae and occasionally it sets of pronouns, and I am a genderfluid, afab, asexual, lesbian oriented demiromantic. Deal with it or leave :)

I currently have a crush on one of my awesome friends because I only develop crushes on people I have a strong bond with and/or have know for a while . Aka: my friends. It can be low-key awkward but we roll

I am Romani but don’t travel because reasons and I am kinda detached from my culture, but heck of I don’t defend it till my last breath

Now onto what I am interested in ehhehehehe

I AM SO GOSHDARN TOTALLY BRAIN IN THE SAND EYES GOUGED OUT INSANELY OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS RN. ITS A PROBLEM. IT KEEPS COMING BACK. IS THIS A HYPER FIXATION??? IS THIS A SPECIAL INTEREST? I HAVENT BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH (oh wait I should probably put that down as information then come back to my interests)

Ok so, I have never been diagnosed with anything ✨brain wise✨ however pretty much every autistic person I have ever met has said that they think I might be as well, without me even bringing it up, including my AuDHD brother. My mother has said repeatedly throughout my lifetime comments such as ‘are you sure you’re not autistic’ and ‘that is very autistic or you maybe we should get you diagnosed’ but then she denies it if i bring it up

My dad thinks I am adhd, my mum thinks I would be add rather than adhd because I am, to quote, ‘not hyperactive like [brothers name] is’. He is a twelve year old boy. I am a fifteen year old girl. I also take apart all my pens in lessons if I don’t have something less destructible to fidget with. Take that how you will

I personally have done a lot of of research into the both, and feel that I could be either, but slightly more likely adhd

I have a weird issue with my feet where the bones are too close together in places, which means I have really clicky ankle joints, am much more likely to have my ankles roll, twist, or give way, and often my legs hurt pretty bad, and my feet as well, while walking or standing for a long time. But hey! They’re getting better finally :D

OK SO NOW MY INTERESTS

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS HE IS ALL I HACE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, I HAVE BEEN HIGHLIGHTING HIS NAME EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ILIAD, I HAVE LISTENED TO THE EPIC MUSICAL EVERY NIGHT FOR OVER A WEEK, AND THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME THIS YEAR THAT MY OBSESSION HAS APPEARED. AND IT GETS WORSE BY THE DAY.

I HAVE LITERALLY SAT AND RESEARCHED HIM AT BREAKFAST, I HAVE RANTED ABOUT HIM YO EVERY MEMBER OF MY FRIEND GROUP AND MY CRUSH SO MANY TIMES, MY ENGLISH TEACHER HAS BEEN SUBJECTED TO TWO ODYSSEUS RANTS THIS WEEK AND I HAD TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM INFODUMPING ON ONE OF MY MUSICAL THEATRE TEACHERS.

THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM CREATING ODYSSEUS FAN ART IS MY ART SKILLS

Ahem

Onto other interests:

• mythology in general but the one I know the most about and am obsessed with the most is Greek mythology

• the owl house

• Percy Jackson, obviously

• amphibia

• the inheritance cycle

• the dragon prince

• miss peregrines home for peculiar children

•avatar the last air bender

•dragon age absolution

• how to train your dragon (books, films, series)

•the wizards of once

•dragons themself as a thing

•folklore and faeries

• nimona

•Dracula

•redwall

•and a heck ton more that I cannot think of. I’ll rant about it eventually if I love it that much

The main sports I do rn are archery, paddle boarding, and skateboarding, as well as dance through my musical theatre group. Also lightsaber fighting in my street

I do art and writing and reading and acting and lots more I do a lot and then I abandon my hobbies for a while, and jewelry making and sewing and

I’ll link some more posts here that may be useful to y’all:

And remember, this blog is ran by an Odysseus obsessed teen above all else

[luvrxbunny]

emotional intimacy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader 

Prompt: Dirty Talk

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed), emotions, piv, unprotected sex, (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.8k

A/N: this general idea has been on my mind for so long omg (not proofread)

You take a long hit, impressing Eddie with how much smoke you exhale but bringing a smile to his face when you start coughing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He laughs at you and takes the blunt from your hands. “Always think you’re some big ripper but can never handle.” He takes a hit. “The heat.” He raises his eyebrows at you as he exhales much more smoke than you had- without coughing. You giggle and push him over as you finish your water. “Shut it.”

You lean back and snuggle into his arm, feeling the immediate high from your last hit. He smiles at your action and the content sigh that leaves your lips once your face is pressed into his arm. He smokes the rest of the blunt while you lipsync along to the music he put on. “Can I tell you something? Cus- Well-” You sit up and tilt your body to face him at an angle. You have a shy look and a nervous little smile twitching on your lips. “I have something to say but- but it might be too soon or like um- maybe too much but I- It’s h-how I feel..?” He sits there confused for a moment, too high to figure out if you’re not making sense or he’s not understanding you. “Um... Yes?” 

You roll your eyes and laugh at him gently. “Do you wanna hear it? I- Cus you can’t get upset at what I say, get weird, or like- I don’t know be all awkward afterward… Okay?” He sits up straight, suddenly intrigued now that he understands what’s happening- you’re going to tell him a secret. He leans forward, pulls his knees up, and rests his chin on them with a curious sparkle in his eyes. He nods his head wildly, making his curls jump. “Mhm! Tell me, tell me.” You feel a surge of anxiety and excitement run through you as his eagerness. 

You take a deep breath and scoot closer to him, offering yourself a bit more comfort before beginning your statement. “I- “ You pause as your heart skips a beat, take a deep breath, and force yourself to continue with a nervous smile. “I really like you, Eddie.” His eyes widen and his head tilts like a confused puppy but he stays silent, waiting for more. “You’re just- ugh. You’re so cute and perfect and kind. You’re so nice to me I-” You cover your face at how wide your smile is getting. “You make me feel like- like there’s a sun inside of me, like there’s a bright light trying to break through that can like- that only you can ignite. I’m not sure if- I don’t think I’m making sense.” You giggle at yourself with your gaze down on the covers. “I wake up wanting to see you. I go to sleep wishing I spent more time with you. I- I hope and pray constantly that you’ll still like me the next morning and that I- I keep being your type and a girl that you wanna be with and-”

He kisses you, unfolding all his limbs and pulling you into his lips. You giggle happily into them, overjoyed that he’s taking your outpour of emotions so well. You caress his cheek and the back of his neck with your hands as he kisses you, moaning gently into the kiss before pulling away. “Sorry. Sorry, keep- keep going.” He’s panting and his face is red, cheeks beaming as he smiles at you expectantly, waiting to hear more. Your brain is a bit scrambled by the kiss, it’s oddly heated nature in such a heartfelt moment but you push through for Eddie. “Um. I think- I don’t think I could think up a better boyfriend if I tried, I- You’re everything I want, everything I need and more and- and you do it all without even trying! You’re just perfect for me.” You pause for a moment, coming to a certain realization that you would’ve held in normally, but the weed has lowered your inhibitions and Eddie is staring at you with his big, chocolate, puppy dog eyes and it’s too much to handle, the feeling is bursting inside your chest. “I- I just love you, Eddie.” You confess, staring right at him as you do to gauge his reaction. 

His eyes widen so much you begin to get self-conscious, worrying that you’ve gone too far, that you should’ve stopped, it’s too soon. His eyebrows furrow and his head tilts again. He reaches out for you slowly, taking your hand off the bed and slowly intertwining your fingers. “Are you- Are you sure? Are you being serious or- I mean” He chuckles sadly. “You’re pretty high right now, sweetheart.” Despite the fear of rejection, you feel the need to make your emotions crystal clear to Eddie. 

You shake your head vigorously, an adorable pout on your face as you glare softly at him. “Don’t say that, Eddie. You know I can still think clearly. I mean it. I didn’t know before- I just found out! But… that doesn’t make it any less true.” You state sternly, assuring that he believes every word you’re saying. His eyes flutter as his thumb strokes over your hand and he nods slowly. He leans back against the bed, pulling your hand with him and you almost fall on him. “Well. I love you too.” He had a proud smile on his face as he spoke but once his eyes met yours he could see the hesitation, so he made his feelings as clear as yours. “You’re the sweetest thing in my life, baby. You know that light you were talking about? The one that you say feels like a sun inside you? It’s you, baby. You’re the light. You light up my life and the lives of everyone around you. You-” He sighs and adjusts his position, lifting his hips before leaning further back, his eyes on the ceiling so his hair falls back over his shoulder and exposes his neck. “You never need to worry about being my type. You’re my everything. I can’t even look at other girls without comparing them to you, and none of them- none can even begin to match up.”

You feel your heart race as he speaks, and if we’re being honest… a little heat starts up in the base of your stomach, a little tingle between your legs as you take in all his feelings for you. “You’re the hottest, most prettiest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my fuckin’ life you-” His words become background noise as you admire him, his arms have come to cover his burning red face but the gesture has his shirt riding up, exposing his little happy trail and accentuating the way his stomach is tensing under his shirt. Your eyes keep moving, trailing down further and finally noticing the movement of his hips under the covers. “I can’t even go an hour without thinking about you and- You’re so- Baby, I love you so much- I can’t even put it into words. I’m- I don’t have the vocabulary for it. You-” He cuts himself off with a gasp as you pull the covers down further, revealing the painful-looking bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen at the sight but you’re not surprised, you’ve been feeling the same way. He’s sat up and staring at you as you stare at his crotch, already leaking at the sight. “I’m- I just- I’m kinda weird so- so you telling me you like me, and you- Fuck. You love me just- It turns me on? I don’t- It’s weird I know but I can’t help it, baby. You’re so fucking hot.” His words send a shiver down your spine as your hand leaves the blanket to palm his cock without a second thought. His head falls back as he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand closer, giving himself more pressure from your little hands. “Oh, please.” His eyes are in the back of his head, overly sensitive from his high and all your emotions. “Mm— not gonna last, sweetie. Wan- want you, gotta be inside you.” 

You’re climbing into his lap and undoing his pants before he can even finish his begging. His hands run up your arms to cradle your face and pull you in for a kiss while you pull his cock out. Goosebumps erupt over your body at his hands running over your skin, your high having turned all your senses up to eleven. You can feel your clit pulsing inside your panties as he pulls them to the side to help you line him up with your hole. “Yeah, lemme in, babes. Good girl.” He whispers to you as your slide onto his cock. 

His eyes flutter and try to roll to the back of his head as his cock slides into your warmth, your burning heat that consumes him until he’s filling you to the brim with his own. It feels different, being with you feels different now that you’ve told him the way you feel. He can tell you’re thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing by the way you're fucking yourself on him. You’re abusing yourself with his cock, arousal pummeling into his stomach every time his hips meet yours. “Sweetheart—” 

His nickname for you comes out as a whimper as he wraps his arms around your waist and his head falls into the nook of your neck and shoulder. He’s whimpering into your skin, his hips grinding up as best he can as you grip his hair and tighten around his cock. Your body is on lit, like a spark and Eddie is gasoline, he’s setting you alight. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” He groans raggedly at that, his hands gripping your hips, his blunt nails digging into your plush hips. “Good, good. Cum on me, my love.” His words send you over the edge and your orgasm pulls him with you. 

You shake over his cock as he moans into your ear, his tummy tenses against you as he starts to fill you with his cum. He pulls away from your neck to moan into your mouth as you moan into his, your wet lips ever parted over his. He can’t help the smile that comes onto his face as he examines your expression. You have soft tears in the corners of your shut eyes, your brows are furrowed and drawn inward as you come down from your peak but keep grinding into him slowly. He watches you twitch in overstimulation as his cock still cries into you. His cum has started to leak out of you, onto his sheets, and making a mess of both your thighs and he’s just kissing you.

There’s a smile on his lips as they press into yours, a chuckle sliding out and filling your mouth. You pull away with a hazy smile over your lips. “What?” You ask, your voice high and tired. His chest almost explodes with love at how gone you are, at how easily you give yourself to him. “That was the hottest dirty talk I’ve ever heard, baby.” You give him a shocked giggle and hit his chest as he wraps his arms back around you and falls back onto the bed, pulling you down with him. 

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[whoisshel]

The Monster

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 3992

tw: swearing, talk about parental abuse

You and Nancy were still stuck in this weird place, running away from the monster. While you were running, you could hear Jonathan yelling for you, but he sounded muffled and so far away.

“Nancy! Y/N! Where are you?!”

Nancy and you yelled back, trying to figure out where he was. “Jonathan! Jonathan! We’re right here!”

You both continued to yell back and forth, not being able to find where the other was. Jonathan decided to stay put in one place and yell. “Just follow my voice! Nancy! Y/N! Just follow my voice!”

“Jonathan!” Nancy shouted again.

“Just follow my voice! I’m right here!” 

You and Nancy could start to tell where he might be, so you started running in his direction. You turned another corner, but standing right in front of you was the monster. Letting out a gasp and a small scream, Nancy grabbed your hand and took off running in the other direction. The two of you made it a good distance further and hid behind a tree, but as you were hiding, you could hear it walking behind you. 

“Nancy! Y/N! Follow my voice!” You heard to the left of you. Looking in that direction, you saw it was the tree with the hole in the bottom that you came through. Once the monster had growled in your direction again, you both took off running for it and quickly crawled through.

Nancy crawled through first, but the space had been smaller and harder to get through. You could only make it so far in being behind Nancy. Once Nancy made it through, you started to crawl further through; you didn’t make it too far before it had grabbed your ankle. You started screaming, you threw your hand through the other side of the hole and kicked your leg trying to get out of its grasp. A hand had grabbed you pulling you through, so you kicked your leg back as hard as you could and kicked it in the head, letting out a screech. You crawled through the rest of the way, falling into Jonathan’s arms before Nancy wrapped hers around both of you.

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You drove behind Jonathan back to Nancy’s house, crying the whole way there. Parking in the Wheeler’s driveway instead of your own, you got out of your car and walked over to Jonathan’s where they were standing.

“Did you want to stay the night here?” Nancy asked both of you.

Jonathan said yes, but you shook your head looking down and answered, “I’m going to go stay at Eddie’s for a while, but do you mind if I take a shower first? I don’t really want to try and explain all of this.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem.” Nancy said, before you walked into her house and quickly past her parents. 

You took a shower first, scrubbing at your skin until it was raw and red as you tried to get every last bit of that place off of you. You got out and changed into clothes you had in your bag, then walked into Nancy’s.

“Alright, I’m done.” You said, once in the room. “Thanks again.”

“It’s no problem, really. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Nancy asked again.

“No, but thank you.” 

“Okay, come here in the morning, so we can talk about our next step.” Nancy added on her way to the bathroom.

You were a bit scared for the next step and to be honest you didn’t know if you really wanted to do anymore after what you saw today, but nevertheless you nodded and mumbled a quiet “Okay.”

Once she was out of the room, Jonathan walked closer to you and pointed at your cheek. “When are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Nothing happened.” You shrugged, not really looking Jonathan in the eye. 

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” Jonathan reassured his friend, putting his hands on your shoulders.

You finally looked into Jonathan’s eyes, “I know, but really, it’s nothing.”

“Okay, fine, how’s the ankle?” Jonathan gave up trying to get it out of you as he put his hands down and took a step back.

You pulled up the pant of your left leg to show it to Jonathan. It was covered in bandages now, but it had been red and covered in cuts that were still bleeding through the gauze. “It hurts quite a bit, don’t know how I’ll explain that.”

“Will you be able to walk on it?” Jonathan winced, seeing the injury for the first time.

“Yeah I should be fine.” You replied nonchalantly, you didn’t want them to know how bad it actually hurt.

“Okay,” Jonathan could see past your façade knowing you so well, but he also knew that you wouldn’t want him to push it anymore; as seen by the conversation before. “Well, get to Eddie’s safely, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” 

You walked out to your car and drove to Eddie’s. This time you held in all your tears not wanting to cry anymore, but once you made it to Eddie’s and knocked on the door, the second he answered it all the tears came sobbing out.

“Hey, wh-what happened, what’s going on?” Eddie asked rapidly, wrapping his arms around you as you fell into him crying. After a few moments of you crying, Eddie needed answers, so he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you out of the hug asking you again why you were crying, but then he saw your cheek  where there was a cut and a bruise forming around it. “What happened to your face? Who did this?”

“Can I stay here for a while?” You asked through sobs, dodging the question.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie quickly answered, “But you need to tell me what’s been going on?”

Sobbing harder, you made up an excuse and told him only part of what happened, “It’s my mom we’ve just been fighting really badly lately.”

“Your mom did this?” Eddie’s voice faltered slightly at the thought. You could only nod, letting Eddie pull you into a tight hug with one arm holding you by your shoulders and his other hand stroking through your hair trying to soothe you. Eddie felt devastated hearing what your mom had done, but also guilty that he didn’t get you out of there sooner and that you had to go through what he did when he was a kid.

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You were back in the woods, it was dark and it looked like it was snowing, but instead of the snow falling to the ground, they were floating around you. You were running from something, everytime you looked back to see what it was all you saw was a tall creature that stood like a man, but he had no face. As you were running, you tripped on a twig falling flat onto the ground, you tried to scramble up but the thing chasing you grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. You were screaming as it dragged you, you twisted onto your back to face it. After a few seconds it stopped dragging you, it bent down hovering over top of you getting close to you then its face had opened and it screeched.

You woke up with a start, sitting up straightening and breathing heavily. Arms wrapped around you from behind and it sounded like someone was calling your name, but far away. You started streaming and struggling to get out of the arms, but they just held you tighter to their chest.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Eddie shouted, “You’re okay, Y/N! It’s just me!”

You had stopped moving, but kept breathing hard as you laid back into Eddie’s arms once you realized that it was him and that you were in Eddie’s bedroom.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Eddie mumbled into your hair.

After a couple seconds, you had calmed down and fallen back to sleep still in Eddie’s hold.

You woke up a few hours later to an empty bed and muffled voices coming from the hallway. You put on one of Eddie’s sweatshirts and walked out into the kitchen where Eddie and Wayne were talking in hushed voices, but stopped once they saw you come in.

Eddie walked over to you, handing you a mug filled with coffee and gaveyou a kiss on the head, “Good Morning princess, how are you today?”

“I’m alright.” You answered softly. They knew you were anything but alright; they weren’t going to make you talk about it anymore.

“Eddie told me what’s going on, and you can stay as long as you need to, alright kid?” Wayne said, from his spot leaning against the countertop, still in his work clothes from last night's shift.

“Okay, thank you.” You muttered, your lips on your mug to try and hide yourself. You haven't been this shy around them since you and Eddie started dating, but you felt scared from everything going on and slightly embarrassed from last night's freak out.

“Alright, you two behave, I’m going to shower and sleep before I have to go back to work.” Wayne slapped the counter lightly, before turning towards the bathroom.

Eddie walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and smiling down at you. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Actually, I told Jonathan and Nancy that I'd hang out with them.” You stammered, feeling kind of bad that you were going to ditch him.

“Nancy, as in Nancy Wheeler?” Eddie’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Why are you hanging out with Nancy Wheeler?”

“Well, it’s not really hanging out, we’re working on a project together.” You lied once again to the one person you never wanted to lie to. You were starting to get good at it, making you feel like shit.

“Makes more sense.” Eddie nodded, thinking that he now understood. “I’ll drive you.”

“But my cars here.” You were now the one with the confused look.

Eddie pulled you in tighter, kissing you lips, “Yeah, but I’d feel better if I drove you.”

“Okay.” You smiled up at him, thinking his protectiveness was very cute. You stood on your toes to give him another kiss before stepping out of his arms. “Let me go get dressed and grab my bag.”

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Eddie was driving you to the Wheeler’s house, both of you just sitting in comfortable silence as you listened to music. Eddie leaned over to turn the volume down, so you could talk. You turned to face Eddie as his eyes stayed on the road, glancing at you every once in awhile

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Eddie started, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervousness, “But, um, a couple days ago did you hear what I said in the cafeteria.”

Your eyebrows raised and eyes became slightly bigger, “No, I’m sorry. Was it something important?”

“No, no,” Eddie sighed relieved, “It was nothing at all. You know, just my usual crazy rambling.”

“Oh, okay.” You felt a little better, glad that you didn’t ignore anything important.

Eddie came to a stop outside of Nancy’s house. You leaned over, pecking Eddie’s cheek then grabbed your bag, opening the door and getting out of the car as you both said goodbye. Waving one last time at Eddie, you walked up to the front door and knocked a couple times.

“Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Karen Wheeler asked, opening the door. She was slightly confused as to why you were here since you and Nancy haven’t hung out since you were in 5th grade.

“Nancy and I have a project for school.” You stated, not caring to lie to Nancy’s mom.

Karen opened the door wider to let the girl in saying, “She’s just up in her room and can you tell her to come grab some breakfast?”

“No problem, Mrs. Wheeler.” You quickly ran up the stairs and walked over to Nancy’s door. 

You knocked before hearing Nancy yell, “One second, Mom!”

“It’s me.” You said, lightly chuckling.

“Oh.” Is all you heard then the door unlocked and opened to Nancy.

Jonathan was sitting on Nancy’s bed with books laid out in front of him. Nancy walked back over to her bed and sat next to Jonathan. You sat in front of them and looked at the books that seemed to be about animals.

“So this thing is a predator, right?” Nancy asked, rhetorically.

“Right.” You and Jonathan replied back.

“And it seems to hunt at night, like a lion or a coyote.” Nancy continued, pulling out another book from her pile. “But it doesn’t hunt in packs like them. It’s always alone, like-like a bear. And remember at Steve’s when Barb cut herself? And then, last night, the deer...”

“-It was bleeding too.” Jonathan nodded along to everything Nancy was saying, but you sat there worried about what she was getting at.

Nancy pulled out another book, “sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That’s one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away.”

“So you’re saying it can detect blood?” You asked, seeing what Nancy was saying.

Nancy sighed, “It’s just a theory.”

“We could test it.” Jonathan said, on the same path that Nancy is. “But if it works-”

“At least we know it’s coming.” Nancy interrupted 

The three of them jumped in shock as Nancy’s door handle started rattling, “Honey, come get some breakfast.”

“I’m getting dressed.” Nancy said, breathing a bit heavy from the scare.

“I made some blueberry pancakes, Y/N can have some if she’d like.”

“We’ll be down in a second.”

“Your mom doesn’t knock.” Jonathan joked after a couple seconds, you didn’t see them let go of each other's hands.

Both of them chuckled a little, but you stood up not looking happy as you started pacing in front of Nancy’s bed, limping a little from your hurt ankle. “So, you two are saying you want to attract that thing to us.”

“Yeah, maybe we could kill it.” Nancy stated, fully believing in her idea.

“Or maybe it could end up killing us.” You hissed, stopping your pacing to stare both of them down in disbelief that they want to bring the monster to them. “Were we not there in that place together? It had a face full of teeth and claws that tore up my ankle.”

“We’ll be ready.” Jonathan tried to reassure his friend.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy nodded along with him, “We’ll go to that army surplus store and grab what we need.

You started pacing again with your head down and shaking muttering to yourself, “Oh this is so stupid, beyond stupid. We’re totally going to end up getting ourselves killed.” You stopped once more in front of the two still sitting on the bed, narrowing your eyes at them with your head held high, “Alright, let’s go kill this motherfucker.”

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At the Army Surplus store, the three of you went down separate aisles to try and grab everything you needed as fast as you could. You were in the aisle behind Nancy looking at bandages and first-aid kit items that you would most likely need. When you were done picking up what you needed from that aisle, you walked down to where Nancy and Jonathan were standing in front of bear traps. You each turned to each other, silently agreeing on the same thing. 

After grabbing the bear traps, they walked to the registers and put everything on the counter. As Nancy was taking the stuff she grabbed out of the basket, the worker behind the counter looked at them extremely confused.

“And, uh, four boxes of the .38s.” Jonathan said, once Nancy was done getting everything on the counter.

The employee grabbed the cases of bullets and set them on the counter between them and asked, “What you kids doin’ with all of this?”

“Monster hunting.” Nancy answered after a moment. The guy just nodded and huffed in an understanding before checking them out.

As they walked back to Jonathan’s car with their hands full of everything they bought, Jonathan tried to hold back a laugh and looked over at you who was smirking a bit. “Monster hunting?”

“That was a good one Wheeler, didn’t know you had it in you.” You added as Jonathan opened the trunk of his car.

“You know last week…I was shopping for a top I thought Steve might like.” You hid the disgusted look that appeared on your face, by shoving the stuff in your hands into the trunk, confused on where she was going with this. “It took me and Barb all weekend. It seemed like life or death, you know? And… and now-”

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Y/N Y/L.”

“Yeah.” Nancy sighed. 

Jonathan shut and locked his trunk, putting his keys in his pocket asking, “What’s the weirdest part, us or the bear traps?”

“You guys, definitely you two.” 

They all chuckled at that, you walked over to the door to the back seat leaning your arms on the top of the car looking at Jonathan and Nancy. “That is pretty fucking weird.”

The three of you were interrupted by a car driving by and honking at you. “Hey, Nance!” It was two of their classmates, the one shouting being Reed, a wannabe Steve. “Can’t wait to see your movie.”

“The hell was that?” Jonathan asked, as the two drove off laughing.

“I don’t know.” Nancy muttered, equally confused

“Who the fuck knows what those two barf bags are on about, or cares.” You tried to divert the two back to their original plan, knowing that whatever the two were on about wasn’t anything good. 

But that didn’t stop Nancy, as she turned around to where the theater was. Jonathan kept asking “What?” confused about the situation. Nancy then took off running, Jonathan calling after her, “Hey, where are you going?”

Jonathan followed her, while you still stood leaning against the car, dipping your head muttering. “Shit.”

You caught up to them, as they were standing in front of the theater that had been spray painted next to the movie title “All The Right Moves”  in big red letters, “Starring Nancy The Slut Wheeler”

“Jesus” Jonathan sighed, as the three of you stood staring at the words. Nancy was close to tears, looking around at all the people seeing the awful things written about her, when she heard a spray can hissing down the alley next to the theater. Jonathan yelled after her before following.

You looked around at all the people gawking, making eye contact with an old couple glaring like you three had anything to do with it. You glared right back at them and hissed, “The fuck you looking at?” 

The old people just gasped looking shocked before turning to walk away. You then walked over to the alley that Jonathan and Nancy disappeared down. Once getting there, you saw Steve, Tommy, and Carol down the alley with the addition of Nicole who is just another wannabe, that never will be in this town of boring people. 

Jonathan and you turn down the alley just in time to see Nancy slap Steve across the face so loud that it echoed, and everyone yelled out in surprise. 

“What is wrong with you?” Nancy shouts at Steve

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” Steve snaps back, getting a bit in Nancy’s face. He then takes a step back scoffing, “I was worried about you. I can’t believe I was actually worried about you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you.” Carol says, having to add her two cents into the conversation. “You wouldn’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“You don’t have much room to call anyone a slut, Carol, do you?” You mock, once you and Jonathan made it up to the rest of the group. 

Noticing Jonathan was there too, Tommy announced his arrival, “Speak of the devil.”

“You came by last night?” Nancy now understood why this was all happening. 

“Ding, ding, ding, does she get a prize.”

“Shut up, Carol.” You rolled your eyes, really annoyed with all the side comments that she has to make. Carol just scoffed and glared at you as Tommy put his arm around her. 

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.”

“What, you just let him into your room to… study?”

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Tommy snarked, laughing with Carol and Nicole at his own joke.

“We were just-”

“You were just what?” Steve cut her off, stepping really close to Nancy as she stuttered to get anything out. “Finish the sentence.”

“Finish the sentence.” He slowly repeated now in her face, but Nancy didn’t know what to say since she couldn’t tell him the truth of what happened last night. “Go to hell, Nancy.”

Jonathan walked up to Nancy grabbing her arm to turn her around. “Come on, Nancy, let’s just leave.”

“You know what Byers, I’m actually kind of impressed.” Steve started walking quickly towards Jonathan, giving him a few shoves as he continued criticizing him. “I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father. 

The three of you kept trying to walk away, but Steve kept following, not yet done harassing Jonathan. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.”

Nancy tried to get Jonathan to not listen to Steve, noticing him get angrier by his words, while you were trying to get Steve to stop, but he just kept going. “I mean, your mom. I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire-”

Jonathan finally cut him off with a punch to the face, knocking Steve over who only caught himself by some pipes. Steve then got back up, tackling Jonathan onto his car, then grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him to the ground and jumping on top of him to continue to try and beat him up.

“Stop, Steve!” Nancy pleaded. “Knock it off, you guys!”

Jonathan rolled on top as all the girls tried to get them to stop, while Tommy chanted for Steve to kick Jonathan’s ass. Steve kneed Jonathan in the side, knocking him off. Steve stood up trying to get away, but Jonathan just went after him again getting another punch in finally knocking Steve down. Tommy got in the middle of the two seeing his friend getting his ass whooped, but Steve got back up telling Tommy to move.

Jonathan went to punch him again, but Steve dodged it and punched Jonathan in the face. Jonathan just turned back around getting another punch at Steve, and another one that landed Steve to the ground. Jonathan got on top of Steve again repeatedly punching him when cop sirens were heard behind them.

“Cops, come on!” Tommy shouted, as Jonathan continued to punch Steve. Nancy, you and Tommy tried to get Jonathan off of Steve so they could all run, but Jonathn wouldn’t let up.

The cops came over, one of them grabbing Jonathan by the shoulders, but Jonathan just elbowed him in the face. “Oh! My nose!”

The other cop finally got a hold of Jonathan, dragging him off of Steve and pushing him onto Tommy’s car. Tommy grabbed Steve off the ground and the two ran off as one of the cops ran after them. Nancy and you stood there not knowing what to do as Jonathan was handcuffed.

[spicywarl0ck]

I had so much fun with the ask yesterday, that I rewrote some bits to make a Dorian/trans male Lavellan version x3 I crossposted both on my Ao3, because I had fun writing it, but I am sharing the altered version here too x3 Just be mindful that this could use some triggering words, and if you are not comfortable with the Cl** and Cu** words being used, stay clear of this please x3 Pairing: Dorian/trans male Lavellan Rating: E

The rush of air felt cold against his flushed cheeks.

He heard the soft splashing of the nearby well, the sound comforting in contrast with the noise inside. Just a moment for himself was all he needed, a moment of calmness after dealing with too many politicians and murder plots.

Revassan took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scents of the exotic flowers around him. 

“Ah, and there I wondered where the hero of the evening went. I figured I’d find you here.” Dorian’s voice made him smile on the spot. It had been hard to find even a minute for themselves with everything going on. They’d only been able to squeeze in one tiny dance on the balcony.

“You always seem to sense where to find me,” Revassan smirked at the mage. “I’d almost say you keep a magical tracker on me.”

“Maybe I do.” He watched the eyes of the Altus glinting slightly, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk. “We Tevinter mages are rather good at keeping track of our elves.” Dorian joked. “Wouldn’t want them to run away and develop free will, right?” he teased. 

“Ah, I knew there was a catch.” The elf chuckled, observing as Dorian's expression softened. “I take it you came to fetch me then?” 

“Actually, I wanted to steal a moment with you.” Dorian presented him with the bottle of wine he’d held behind his back. “What could be nicer than a picnic in Celene’s gardens right?” 

“And also her wine, I assume?” 

“Of course.” The mage gestured him toward the stone frame of the well. He would never get dirt onto his outfit. “But to soothe your conscience, I asked very politely,” Dorian added swiftly.

“Aren’t you always?” Revassan chuckled as he graciously sat next to the Tevinter mage. “I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.” By the creators, he loved this cocky man. He’s tried to withstand his charms at first but fell for him sooner than expected. Now, he was caught in his trap, unable to let go of the magnificent man that Dorian Pavus was.

“I see you’re very humble tonight.” Revassan teased, watching as Dorian conjured two drinking cups up before he filled them with the sweet red liquid.

“Of course I am.” Dorian’s mustache moved with his smile. “I am the humblest man you’ll ever meet,” he added, only his eyes betraying his words and calling his tease out. By now, Revassan was more than capable of reading this man.

It took him a while to see the vulnerability of Dorian, but he’d taken a deep understanding after meeting his father in Redcliffe.

“Thank you for sneaking the wine out.” Revassan’s smile was genuine. “I needed it,” he added. The past evening had been a lot, and he hadn’t been sure how to deal with political situations. His people didn’t really meddle in things like that, the conclave being the only exception he witnessed. 

If he was honest, it was surprising that they listened to a Dalish elf. 

“I know.” Dorian’s voice sounded soft when he spoke. “You’re not ballroom material,” he added, the tease evident in his voice. “For me, it’s like coming home.” His gaze drifted away for a heartbeat, the corners of his lips dropping slightly.

“Do you miss it?” 

“Home? Of course. Tevinter might have his flaws, but it’s still my home. Don’t you miss your Clan?” he replied, taking a thoughtful sip of wine as he let it dance on his palate. “Hm, I have to say not bad, but nothing could beat a Tevinter Redwine.”

“I miss them.” A sad smile danced on Revassan’s lips. “I miss them ever since I left. Funny, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“I always wanted to leave, but now that I am so far away from them, I can’t help but want to go back.” It wasn’t as if he could or would, to begin with. There had been nothing more he wanted but to go back when he woke up in the dungeon in Haven. But he knew there was no turning back now.

He’d come too far for that. 

Also, there was Dorian. He wasn’t sure if his father would approve of a Tevinter Altus, meaning he’d need to make a choice sooner or later. For now, though, he didn’t want to choose.

“We always miss the things we can’t have. Or so they say.” The mage’s face turned firm, his eyes studying him intensely.

“I told myself I won’t compromise myself anymore.” He set the cup aside before his hand stretched to touch Revassan’s cheek. The elf felt the cold metal of Dorian’s rings pressing against his skin, the touch soothing against his wine-heated cheeks.

“Neither should you.”

Revassan couldn’t say who initiated it, maybe both of them, but he didn’t care much about the hows and who’s as he melted contently into the kiss. Dorian always knew what he needed, the sweet taste of Orlesian wine lingering on his lips.

He got lost in the touch, slightly shuddering against the mage’s palm cupping his cheek. 

It was easy to forget everything around them as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment and closeness of the other man against him as neither wanted to withdraw.

“Getting a little excited?” Dorian chuckled against his lips as he felt him shiver

He didn’t even give him a chance to answer until his tongue brushed against his lips, gently asking for entrance before slipping in. This bastard knew all too well what he did to him. Revassan melted in his arms as his whimpers were muffled by the invading tongue exploring his mouth.

An unbearable heat began to claim his body, yet he also shivered as he felt the chilly breeze.

All he felt was the body pressing against him and the tongue moving inside his mouth. A hand pressed against his lower back, drawing him closer while the mage ravaged every corner of his mouth, leaving him wanting more.

“Dorian~” his voice got muffled against his devouring lips, and he wasn’t sure if he had spoken or just uttered the altus’s name in his head. It didn’t really matter.

“You’re shivering.” The smug reply indicated that Dorian heard him after all. “And you’re aroused. I know it,” he added, luring a groan out of the elf’s lips as their pelvises touched.

“So are you.” Revassan teased before a rushed breath escaped him when Dorian pushed him further against one of the walls surrounding the gardens.

“I am always excited for you, Amatus,” he whispered against his ear, his tongue darting over the pointed tips and making him moan hoarsely. Revassan tried to hold back, but he couldn’t betray the want in his voice.

Creators, he wanted this man, and he wanted him now.

“We can’t.” The elf tried to protest still, fighting a battle against his wine and lust-filled brain. He wanted to do nothing more but to be ravaged by the tevinter mage, no matter the place or the time. 

“I can tell you don’t mean what you say.” Dorian chuckled, his lips still too close to his sensitive ears. 

He dragged his tongue all over the tip, causing Revassan’s fingers to curl into his tunic tightly. A strangled moan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, giving the impossible man more access to his ear and neck.

“I guess I have to make you beg for it then. We both know you will.” 

It was both a threat and a promise. Dorian always managed to bring him to that point, and Revassan was sure the Altus would manage this time, too. No matter if they were in the Empress's gardens or not.

A part of him needed to admit that the thought excited him a bit.

“What if someone sees us?” The elf asked, even though the chance added to the thrill. He knew the corner that Dorian was dark enough that no one would see for real, but just the implication of it would serve the nobles enough topics to gossip about.

“Are you truly caring about that?” Dorian’s voice was husky, but Revassan knew he only needed to say the word, and he’d stop.

“I leave that to you to find out.” Revassan teased him, only to moan as quietly as he could when he felt Dorian’s teeth scrapping against the sensitive skin of his ears.

One hand slowly snaked towards his crotch, brushing against his pants innocently enough to play it off accidentally. But he knew it wasn’t. He couldn’t help but press against the hand, secretly yearning for more as the mage’s lips and teeth drove him insane in such a short amount of time.

“Dorian…~” he whimpered as the Altus kissed his way to his earlobe, only to continue at his neck. 

His hips couldn’t help but move against the hand, but he was too proud to beg. He wouldn’t give in to Dorian’s demands that quickly, but he also couldn’t help the dizziness rushing through him. It probably was the mixture of the blood flow and the wine. 

“I love it when you moan my name like this, Amatus.” The cocky mage whispered against his heated skin.

His lips left marks where they touched him as his hand slowly vanished within the elf’s trousers. They were so close to the goal as they stretched over the smooth skin above his cunt, the touch so very teasing as Revassan wanted nothing more but to be touched.

But Dorian wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not just like that.

“You’re such a… a prick.” Revassan stuttered out, his brain unable to focus on anything but the heat and the wetness.

“I am, but admit it, You love me for it.” Dorian chuckled against his neck, leaving another mark behind after sucking the sensitive skin. Revassan felt every tooth dragging over his skin and the soft sensation of the mage’s lips as it pressed right against him.

But Dorian was right. He loved this man more than anyone else.

“Dorian…” a moan broke past the elf’s lips again, his hips grinding wantonly against the hand touching anything but his pulsing clit. “Pl… Please.” he gave in and fought his pride, not caring if anyone would see them.

All that he wanted was Dorian.

“I told you. You would eventually start begging.” The altus chuckled just as his hand traveled lover to rub Revassan’s clit. “It’s alright,” he added in a soothing voice as the elf moaned underneath his touch, his fingers curling firmly into his clothes. 

“I take care of you,” Dorian promised softly, his hand never stopping its circling motion as it pressed against the elf’s engorged clit.

It drove him insane. The sensation, as much as the knowledge of being handled in the Empresse’s gardens, was too much. He didn’t know what to think since all his thoughts became a heated blur, his hips thrusting into his lover’s hands on their own. 

It didn’t matter anymore where they were or what they did. All that mattered was that Revassan was here and the heat rushing through him, wanting more. And what he wanted right now was to find release within his lover’s hands.

“I’m close.” he moaned, his forest green eyes hooded and foggy when he tried to make eye contact.

“Then come for me, Amatus,” Dorian answered, his voice hoarse since he couldn’t hide his own desire. “Come,” he added in a whisper, his lips gently sucking at the tip of Revassan’s pointed ear as his hand kept pressing firmly against his sweet spot.

He didn’t budge when the elf found his release within his hand, hips stuttering as his cunt clenched around nothing.

For a moment, he felt shaky. Only the body of his lover could keep Revassan from falling onto the ground as his heart rate went up. He almost felt like he was bursting, and everything around him was a blur.

But he felt Dorian’s warmth and strength as it held him, the mage’s aftershave so prominent in his nostrils.

Revassan could’ve fallen asleep but forced himself to regain a clear head. No one was around them, just the two of them sharing a heated embrace as the elf slowly came to his senses.

“What about you?” he asked hoarsely as one of his hands softly brushed questionably against Dorian’s bulge. 

“How about we join the party for now, and you repay me after we retire to our quarters?” The altus whispered against his ear, cleaning his hand with a handy spell and giving Revassan a moment to make himself decent again.

“You think anyone can lend us any silk shawls?” 

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

37

Ninth skull - whole.

“A myriad ago, I resurrected nine planets,” he said. “And I reignited the central star, and I called it Dominicus. As a reminder. Dominus illuminatio mea et salus mea, quem timebo? God is my light. Harrowhark, if I went under—I’d enter that senseless state, and I am God. What if, forty billion light-years away, my people looked up to see Dominicus falter and go out? What if the very House beneath their feet died all over again, as I turned my back upon it?”

The Latin means "The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear?"

Okay, well, this is... scary. God resurrected entire planets - created resurrection beasts, nine total - ten thousand years ago.

But hang on, - God didn't have a cavalier cus he's not a Lyctor - but he has another initial, "J G" - or does the G just stand for God?

“If I fought the Resurrection Beast I’d leave my Houses to die,” he said. “If I fought the Heralds, I might well go mad, which would be the same thing. So I’m shut in here—walled in, really—to prevent the Nine Houses becoming none House, with left grief.”

I do enjoy the random memes coming up now and then.

Though - that does sound really scary - and also inevitable, given we've been counting down the time until he dies from the start of the book.

Are you and Ianthe being safe?” It was your turn to sit up straight in your chair and intone, constructing each syllable with the same rigid emphasis you might give to a skeleton: “We—are not—intimate.” “Sorry—I mean, you’re about the same age, I don’t really know how this goes anymore, we’ve all been alive for too long…” “Neither are we romantic—neither are we, frankly, platonic—” “Sorry! Sorry. Sorry,” he added, “I should not assume these things.”

God is so awkward Dad coded. Lmao this made me laugh as wel.

No,” he said. “Let’s talk about her. Let’s talk about my bodyguard.” Carefully, you sat back down. God said, “You’ve been listening to Augustine and Mercymorn.” “Yes.” “It wouldn’t be Ortus. Poor Augustine. Poor Mercy. They still feel badly … they still carry their apportioned blame. I think, yes, that it’s time for you to know about A.L.”

So he did have... someone. Not quite a cavalier - a bodyguard.

“I like to think that she would like you. You’d make a hell of a daughter, Harrowhark. I sometimes indulge in the wish that you’d been mine.” What dismantled you—you bereft idiot—was not even the God who made the Ninth House, the Emperor All-Giving, the Kindly Prince; your end appeared in the form of a grown adult telling you that they might have liked you for their own.

Oh this fucking KILLS ME. Haaarrrrooooowwwwww 😭😭😭

And he said, “Harrow, whatever you thought you did, you didn’t.” “I opened the outer door.” “Okay,” he said. “I went up the passage.” “I’ll accept it, though that thing’s a literal death trap,” he said. “I broke the ward and I rolled away the rock—” “There’s where you’re wrong,” he said.

Ohohohohoooooooo, this is sooooo interesting. Harrow didn't actually break into the tomb?

So even - even Gideon thought Harrow broke in, and she told Harrow's parents, who killed themselves immediately after. Gideon was wrong about this as well???

Ohhhh, this is soooooooo interesting ----

though not as interesting as this next part ----

Then God’s eyes widened fractionally, and his voice became altogether different when he said: “Harrow, who the hell’s been tampering with your temporal lobe?”

And also -

Your body rolled itself off the table, with such a reflexive suddenness that you were not sure that the action was through your conscious effort. Your meat floundered to stand, wild with shards of lead crystal and a dozen cuts through your clothes, and you turned away. The Emperor said, “Harrowhark?” as you stumbled away from the table, and more plaintively —“Harrowhark!” as you unerringly careened to the door, but he did not follow. Somehow your hand slapped the pad that slid it open—somehow your meat dragged itself away from him—and you walked, and you walked, and you walked.

That really sounds like it's not Harrow controlling Harrow's body here.

And with good reason -

she's been RUMBLED!!!! The emperor himself found out about the memory alterations!!! Or at least, changes to her brain!!! The jig is UP!!!!!!

..... much to think about.