#but echo is just. ugh fuck yes i love this. this is what i want this is what it's all about.
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i’m probably gonna make a proper Analysis post once i’ve finished the series but can i just say now i love The Dreaming i love trans writers i love “bad” trans rep with shitty and complex and fucked up characters who kill and maim and cause problems for themselves i love Echo i love this series and i need to read more of whatever else caitlin r kiernan has written holy SHIT
#i just think their writing is neat#i will ALWAYS take weird and complicated trans characters written by trans writers over safe trans characters by cis writers#wanda mann (my beloved) serves an important purpose especially in the 90s comics scene where trans people were not common#but echo is just. ugh fuck yes i love this. this is what i want this is what it's all about.#the transsexual agenda is. read The Dreaming and The Girl Who Would Be Death#Do It#lily liveblogs#the dreaming#echo sandman#fuck idk what to call her jlfjdsklf#caitlin r kiernan
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im going to finish magireco maybe bc its only like a dozen episodes left but ngl i might watch an additional show inbetween this and xy bc. im sorry gamers i cant say i like it all that much
#i WANTED to like it so bad i kept telling myself to not expect it to be as good as the original esp bc its an adaptation of a gacha#but i just dont find any of it or its new rules compelling at all#and the elements i do like are barely in the show like the little kyubey and the original five#and even then im a little afraid of how theyre gonna adapt them here#it just doesnt have much of what i loved abt the original series in it#echoed voice#the season 1 finale was the nail in the coffin tho oh my god the witch reveal reaction was god awful#i know we havent seen the other girls reactions besides tsureno and iroha and i guess yachiyo#and while tsurenos is good the other two are just????#iroha u were just told u were manipulated into this system to be converted into energy and a monster#and this entire time youve been fighting the tortured souls of other magical girls and the system is primed to ensure that you WILL die#or become a witch eventually#please show more fucking reaction to that than ‘’um okay….. where’s ui tho’’#like. she seemed upset in the dream yes but after that she says the ui line and then just has no drawbacks anymore#bc i guess the show doesnt have a counterargument against ‘’hey lets make life for magical girls easier and dont kill them’’#and having her be rightfully devastated and questioning the system would make the magias look good#again. ill give season 2 a chance and ill look for the stuff i like. ik homuras coming back#but season 1 left a really bad impression on me ugh#unless they turn around and do something interesting w the magias beyond ‘’ewwww theyre bad bc theyre…. bad!!!’’#and make iroha a more compelling protagonist i dont really have high hopes
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Yandere fyodor
Dom!Reader x sub!fyodor
Nini!rant: Pretty sfw tbh, the ask was Fyodor getting pinned down by reader. Him not being able to concentrate cuz he liked the view of us on top too much.
Thud, a loud noise echoed through the dimly lit room. A low groan following shortly after, “ugh-” it was painful, his head crashed against the floor so harshly. Before he could compose himself, he felt the control of his body slipping from him. Someone was holding his wrists above his head, preventing him from escaping. You were the one who restricted him, you, his love of his life.
Ah..what a magnificent view, your firm hands holding his delicate body down, the closeness of your two bodies causing him to feel your heat. Fyodor could feel a sudden blood rush course through his veins, eyes melting at the view of you hovering above him. One of your legs landed between his legs, causing him to shiver every so slightly. Bottom lips trembling in anticipation, eagerly awaiting your next movements. He was just so smitten with you. Your scent, the warmth radiating from you, the painful ache on his wrists… too good to be true. Finally you were reacting to his antics, he has been pursuing you forever~
Heavy panting as he furrowed his brows, body shaking slightly while he admired you. So hot, so cool, so sexy, so handsome, so pretty so- addicting oh he could write an entire book about you, and make it a series. It was so worth it to kill your enemies, this was heaven, a blessing from above. He wanted to be yours, he wanted you to own him and no one else. Oh god, out of all those people, you choose him. So now he belongs to you, you can't have anyone else but him, don't give your attention to anyone else, he is yours just as how you are his now. Take responsibility, take care of him you have to it's only fair!
Tausends of thoughts are pestering his brain, he was thinking about all the possible scenarios that could happen now. Just the sight of you on top was enough to make him hard, bottom lips trembling as his body shuddered. I love you, I love you, I love you so much, please, l'm yours, please, don't you see? I'm the only one who can make you happy, I can make you feel so good, please I love you, it's hurts so bad I want you, I need you, I'd do anything one chance one chance one chance oh please!'
Hectic and sanity breaking thoughts were filling his head, he wasn't by his right mind, there was no way he was. Everything you said falling on deaf ears, just watching your angry expression was getting him hot. He was so close, normally he only got to watch you from a distance but now you were touching him even. Oh please, please! To die at your hands, that sounds like a gift from the heavens. Please die for him, he wants to keep you with him forever. You claimed him, you took him and now you own him. It's all your fault that he is like this, it's your fault, yours only yours. If only you weren't so enticing, if only you didn't put a spell on him and his body. Just please let him be yours, acknowledge his love for you~!
"Fyodor, fyodor! Fuck, you aren't even listening. Get of your high horse, you disgusting rat. I have to beat some fucking manners into that brain of yours don't I?" You were so furious, why did he have to annoy you so much, getting on your nerves at every opportunity. The grip tightened unknowingly to you, all while grinding your teeth furiously. He got snapped out of his thoughts, but the gaze he wore soon returned to his previous revolting one, “Yes, please do… hit me all you want, I crave it.” Now you were the one who was shocked, taken aback by this sudden confession. “What?” This was rather a question you mumbled to yourself, but he answered you anyway, “i belong to you, you own me, it’s only fair that I’m obedient.” his voice was weirdly sweet, as if he was cooing at you, though it was by no means pleasant. Never would you have guessed that this was his intention from the very start, even if it was obvious. Because now that you think about it, it made sense, especially those fierce eyes he had, the way he looked at you with an emotion strong enough to make you have goosebumps. “You- you are sick.” You said, a wave of nausea hit you while you let go of him. This was sick, truly, it was off putting and any other synonyms you couldn’t think of right now. The man in front of you sit up, those violet pupils staring into yours with twisted desires hidden behind them. He used a gentle yet menacing tone as one line after another spilled from his lips, “Come on, didn’t you want to make me pay? Do whatever you wish, I am yours after all.”
#dom reader#sub fyodor#sub bungou stray dogs#sub bsd#sub character#sub!character#dom!reader#fyodor x you#fyodor dostoyevsky x reader#fyodor x reader#bsd fyodor#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#bungou stray dogs fyodor#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor x y/n#fyodor bsd#fyodor bungou stray dogs#sub yandere
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hi pumpkinbxtch, a request please, as percy and sally reactionary, when percy meets his twin at the camp (she was stolen as a baby in the hospital)
double trouble ✧*。
— percy Jackson and reader being his twin.
summary: You and Percy know each other, and you have more than one thing in common with each other. Maybe family blood.
warnings: swear words
a/n: What's up. I love the idea of Percy having a twin. It's like a mentada de madre (an intentional rebellious act to annoy) to the gods from Poseidon. I hope you like it. Kisses from Mars.
The gods did nothing. As usual.
You always blamed them, but at least you had a safe place to be, yes, maybe Hermes' cabin wasn't the most spacious, and they crowded you with a bunch of unrecognized people (like you), but you couldn't complain. At least you were there, alive.
Until the new one arrived. A boy with eyes like… yours and black hair like… yours, the same age as you.
Halfway into the cabin he cut the pace, and he saw you with his eyebrow raised, his teeth peeking out slightly as he exaggerated the grimace even more.
— Hello?
— Hello.
The sons of Hermes laughed and others whispered. Within a couple of hours, they would have spread the news of your horrible similarity. Still, you just passed by and decided to ignore him.
Percy Jackson, they said his name was.
“Good,” you said, “so what?” you added. So you did your tasks for the day and started helping.
The days passed and of course, you had to live with that Percy, but it really scared both of you at the level of synchronicity that you sometimes had. Literally, one day, you couldn't stop talking at the same time.
The Stoll brothers looked at you strangely and analyzed every movement. —We may not be twins, but absolutely you are.
You and Percy denied, throwing them some bread at the same time. Both saw each other again and began to murmur the same things, totally annoyed and awkward.
Then catch the flag day arrived. They put the two of you in similar positions and right next to the beach, you began to fight. For no apparent reason, but you were so upset, so confused.
— STOP FOLLOWING ME! —Percy shouted, kicking some sand while he faced you. The tone of his eyes was exactly the same as yours, and they always told you that this was unusual.
— WE HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER, DUMB — And you stuck your tongue out at him. As you dragged, the spear and your armor echoed.
— BUT YOU'VE BEEN ACTING STRANGE — You looked at him frowning.
— YOU SHOW UP LATER, YOU ARE THE ONE THAT ACTS STRANGE!
Percy had the apparent feeling of affection for you, but he also found you tiring. But why love someone he didn't know?, ugh.
When you noticed that he was silent, you couldn't stand it and pushed him to the shore, causing him to soak his tennis. He glared at you and stumbled with the little rocks.
— WHAT THE FUCK?
And he pulled you into the water, but when you held him tight, both ended up falling and having a fight.
Percy didn't want to hurt you, so he just threw water at you, but it didn't do anything to you, actually it filled you with energy. you, pushed his face away with your hand and tried to nudge him, but you didn't succeed either because Percy moved naturally in the water.
Some campers noticed the fight and called Chiron, others joined the fight, singing and inciting.
Several were betting on Percy and others on you.
Then, without measuring your strength, you punched the black-haired and accidentally scratched his cheek with your rings. He grunted, but the wound was already healing instantly. That surprised you.
The distraction was an opportunity for Percy, so he took your arms and pulled you in with him. Still fighting in the water, you started kicking, and the other campers stopped cheering. They ran towards you.
You felt panicked, and stupidly let out your breath, trying to yell at the boy to let you go. But what happened was stranger.
Your voice rang clearly in Percy's mind, and he was stunned, all fighting and struggling ceasing. You looked at him confused and took a sigh, a sigh? Could you breathe underwater?
“How do you do that?” You heard in your head, opening your eyes wide.
“How do you do that?” You replied.
You were suspended in the water, breathing and speaking telepathically.
A seawater glow shimmered over the water, and rose to the surface.
Damn, there was Chiron with his mouth open, looking right above you.
Both looked and managed to make out a figure.
—Two tangled forks? —Percy asked.
But you had been at the camp long enough to know exactly what it meant.
— Percy… — You said surprised. He looked at you, it was the first time you said his name with such seriousness.
Chiron trotted in front of you, and you grabbed the boy's wrist. You walked a little further to the shore, but stayed in the water.
Percy didn't understand anything.
— Hail the Jackson twins! Children of Poseidon.
Your heart raced and you looked more closely. Two Tridents, but at the last point they both got tangled. They looked like they were doing “Pinky Promise.”
Everyone bowed before you and you looked at Percy, who didn't seem to have a different expression than yours, literally.
You were called to The Big House.
Mr. “D” rubbed his temples as he sank into the chair.
Chiron drummed on his lap with a smile on his face.
— twins? — You said.
— she was stolen, and my mom didn't tell me? — Percy claimed, he seemed really offended. Was that how great he got along with his mother? You thought and stumbled over your own thought. Or your mother?
—It is a difficult question.
—Unfair, — you murmured. —I've been here for as long as I can remember, and now…— you took a breath and your cheeks turned red. Percy looked at you and felt bad. His sister, she has been there, he could never help her.
— Yes, yes, how sad. The misfortune here is that it's not just one, it's two sons of Poseidon that I have to put up with now! — Dionisio let out another grunt and took a sip of his Coca-Cola. This behavior wasn't strange to you, so you didn't say anything, but Percy grabbed your shoulder and leaned towards the god of wine.
— Don't talk to my sister like that — his tone sent a shiver down your spine. His sister…
The comfort you felt couldn't have been normal, but you were really looking forward to having someone by your side, and now you had a brother. Strangely, you felt happy and excited. Almost overlooking the question of why. So why were you separated from your family?
You put your other hand on top of your brother's and told him it was okay with a look.
The connection you found with each other was out of this world. Of course.
—So I just throw this strange coin while you throw water on the grass? What the fuck is that? — You growled and turned the hose towards Percy, half of his person getting wet and the other not. You looked at each other again with raised eyebrows. Would find an answer later.
—Throw it, Percy, damn it!
Percy threw up his hands, fed up. And he threw the coin through the curtain of water, it disappeared.
Your brother looked for answers with his eyes, but you shook his hand, then you will explain to him.
— Oh, Iris, goddess. Accept our offering and let us talk to… — Well, you hadn't learned your mother's name. Because you didn't know her. Percy raised his hand.
—Sally Jackson
The rainbow began to reflect a woman, with brown hair and freckles on her nose. Pretty.
— Mother? —Percy said, surprised with the technology he had come across.
The woman was cooking, but she dropped the shovel when she saw the reflection of her son in the middle of the kitchen.
—Percy? — She approached, her eyes locked on the boy, and you squeezed the hose.
— Mother! —He shouted, full of joy. You didn't need much to know that they got along well.
—My son, how are you? I can't contact you, but how are you? And Grover?
You almost got dizzy with everything she said, but Percy seemed to keep up with him without any problem. Your brother assured him that everything was fine.
— Mother, in fact, I want you to tell me something.
You were about to tell Percy to abort the mission, but he looked at you confidently.
—What happened to my sister?
The woman's face darkened.
—How do you know that, dear?
Percy stood up from the grass and motioned to you. He would take the hose, then you appeared within your mother's field of vision, and she opened her mouth, letting out a sob.
— It just can't be
— Hello — You said awkwardly and let out a nervous laugh. Sally couldn't deny it, it was you.
Finally, you had found your family.
But the gods would pay you back.
#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#percy jackson x reader#daughter of poseidon#percy jackson#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson and the olympians
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I want to cuck Adam so bad dude. I want to fuck Lucifer knowing he'd hear/see. I want to make him watch while Lucifer fucks me into the mattress better than he ever could.
Could you write something like that? Completely understandable if you don't want to write cuckolding stuff, have a good day
Lucifer x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
Warnings: Not proofread, I can't write smut
Reader is female
Adam groaned and whined, he had been called to Hell for an "urgent meeting" with Lucifer, What he wanted he wasn't sure; the Extermination wasn't for another long while and he couldn't possibly think what other subject Lucifer would possibly wanna talk about.
This whole ordeal annoyed Adam, having had a date with his wife that day he was disruptively summoned down below; Especially being told by Sera to appear in person as Lucifer had asked. Why would he need to be there in person; ugh whatever he was just going to get it over with..Speaking of his wife where was she today? You weren't next to him when he woke up and your phone went straight to voicemail.
Going through a portal he arrived in the Hall of the Angelic tower in the middle of pride, Adam being completely over this already groaned and scratched his neck clearing his throat as he had looked around; walking down the corridor he was quickly pulled from whatever train of thought ran through his head upon hearing a melodic voice echoing through the halls, euphoric whines and whimpers echoed out from a meeting room; it took him awhile to pick up why the sounds sounded familiar it was the same string of noises his wife made only this time they..sounded more real, more genuine, Sensual.
Every muscle in his body stiffened the realization setting in what was happening, nobody but those morningstar's entered this building and the meeting? Oh Lucifer you fucking asswipe. Wanting to confirm his suspicions he slowly, quietly made his way to the door, his pants tightening hearing the noises you made becoming louder, he sucked in a breath before cracking up the door and peeking inside, his blood began to boil; watching your back flush against the cold marble table your hands intertwined with that dickheads hands; Lucifers hip sharply snapping against yours while his teeth grazed your soft neck; bites and hickeys already evident on your collarbone and shoulders; Lucifer only adding more with a low chuckle. His raspy chuckle vibrating in the room while his six wings fluttered gently behind him, His eyes full of Admiration and love for a woman that isn't his.
"does it feel good, Dollface? Do I fuck you better then that pompous prick you call a husband does, Hm?"
Adam's hand clenched to the point his knuckles turn white, hearing a mewl from your mouth while you wrap your legs around Lucifer's waist, his forked tongue licking up a stray droplet of blood caused by his sharp teeth, he had heard the door open and Adam arriving and he made sure Adam knew that he knew, Side eyeing him whilst he angled your leg, a loud moan ringing through the room as he hit that spot you loved so much while you slapped a hand over your mouth
"well, Darling. Answer my question"
"yes, yes! Your cock is the best I've ever had.."
"good..~"
His voice laced with condescension that you didn't pick up as Lucifer kept his eyes on the peaking Adam, His hands slid down your body as he placed gentle kisses down your chest; He had had you completely at his mercy, Making you forget what time was as you squirmed under his burning touch, and he was going to give you a ride, and Adam a show he'd never forget
Authors note : I need to get better at Writing..I dont like this.
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Hi! I love your work, if you write smut would you be willing to write kinky Fyodor smut? He's probably vanilla ASF but like still 😭😭
A/N: UGH OMG TUMBLR IS SO ANNOYING BRO. ITS NOT LETTING ME POST JM GOIJG TO SOB. But yea he’s the most vanilla ass bro 😭
My attention is all on you darling
Fyodor D. X GN! Reader.;°
Warnings; kinks, smut, eating out/rimming, fingering, bjs/hjs, stretching etc
Headcanons
• Fyodor is definitely a very calm and nice husband but I feel like in bed he's very like, ready and a bit aggressive
• He has a decent after care he will probably get you nice food and cuddle you, washing will be a LOT later
• He doesn't like toys, he's the one to want to pleasure you himself
• Fyodor seems like a sadist but not like a big one maybe like degrading words in bed but sweetly
• The thought of him ruining you makes him excited
• He seems the one to enjoy blowjobs but I feel like he enjoys eating you out/rimming(if reader is male) you more
• Hair pulling kink for sure
• He'd probably edge you a lot not letting you cum until he says you can
• If you are giving him head, he'd want you to take as much of him as you can without hurting yourself
• "Such a good slut" type shit or like degrading praises
• Rough play/teasing
• slow and sensual sex
• he isn't the one to like groan but more of a whimper
• bending you over like the kitchen counter or the back of the couch
• Breeding kink???
• He'll cum where you want him to (inside out whteva)
• Picking you up in his arms and thrusting into you to reach deeper for sure
• he'll fuck you in different, private places (he's not the one to have sex with you in public spots)
Scenario!
It was around 12-1am and Fyodor has yet to come out from the office. He has had to be in it at least most of the day and night and only came out to eat or use the restroom, but that's all. You figured you would take things into your own hands and make Fyodor come to the room so you stand from the bed and make your way to his office. You skitter your way to the office door and open it, peeking inside to see the tired-ish russian man sitting at his desk typing away.
You sigh as you enter the office, closing the door behind you. "Fyodor." You whisper softly but loud enough for it to echo in the slightly empty office. Your husband turns to face you, his eyebrow cocked. "Yes, Myshka?" That thick Russian voice filling your ears for the first time that day. "I think it's time to take a break for the night." You murmur, stepping closer to Fyodor just from him to bring you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. "And why is that? It's only." He pauses as his gaze averts to the clock on the wall and back at you. "12:30am" he huffs out, kinda upset you did indeed have a point. "Please? We can do what you want tonight you just need a break." You say, you were serious, Fyodor needed a break.
You watch as Fyodor cocks his eyebrow once more, almost like he was considering your office since you felt his cold hand moving up your thigh. "Anything?" He asks, kissing your neck softly causing a soft hum to come from your throat. "Yes, anything honey." You mutter softly, your arms slowly wrapping around Fyodor's neck. "Then, could we make love?" He said, getting straight to the point, it was obvious that your cheeks were getting a soft tent of red on them.
"We could, if that's what you'd like?" You reply, kissing Fyodor's cheek. "Then let's." He said before starting to slip off his sweater tossing it over on the floor. The Russian then starts working on your shirt, slipping it up and off as he starts kissing and suckling on your neck, leaving soft red marks on it. You could feel the hardness of his member pressing against your thigh as he kissed your neck.
A soft whimper escapes your throat as you run your fingers through his deep hair. "Mih, Fyodor. Keep going." You mutter as you start unbuttoning his pants button and unzipping them, watching them fall down to his ankles. He leans in kissing you deeply. His tongue tracing your lips for entry. You slowly open your mouth as you kiss back, allowing Fyodors tongue to be pushed into your mouth.
Fyodor picks you up putting you on his desk, slowly breaking the kiss as he takes off your shorts, his bends down, kissing your inner thighs. "My myshka. your thighs are so soft I love them." He hums, leaving bite marks on your thighs as he takes off your shorts. You felt his cold hand go into your underwear slowly rubbing against your entrance making your breath hitch. "Fyfyodor." You stutter, your legs trembling. You feel his fingers slide inside your tight entrance, your walls squeezing his fingers. "Darlin" you're squeezing my fingers so tightly." He mutters as his fingers slowly trust in and out of you causing you to moan out, your fingers gripping his shirt. You pulls his head up slightly and kissing him passionately, causing Fyodor to let out a soft groan as he works his fingers inside you, stretching you to the liking so it wouldn't hurt when he goes inside you.
You could feel Fyodor's fingers moving around inside you with ever thrust of his fingers inside you until you felt Fyodor break the kiss and his fingers pulling out, hitch made you cock an eyebrow at the Russian man that was hovering over you. "Don't worry I'm still stretching you just want to try something." He muttered and before you knew it, his face was between your legs as he laps at your entrance making you whimper and squirm. "Ah?~ Wait, Fyodor." You moans out softly, this was definitely different it's not like it was weird but just different.
Your hands were running and tugging on Fyodor's black hair as he continued to eat you out/rim you, his tongue slowly pushing inside and exploring as he squirm underneath him. This goes on for a few minutes before he pulls away and stands up and takes off his boxers, his cock throbbing as it was released from the confines of his boxers. You watch as he grabs the lube, lathering his cock with it, giving himself a messy handjob, it was honestly a turn on. You watch as he rummages through his desk drawer and grabs a condom, slowly opening it and slipping it on. The man the lathers your entrance with a generous amount of lube before gently rubbing his cock head against your tight hole.
You bite your lip softly as he pushes in slowly, you could feel yourself being stretched a bit from the sheer thickness of the base of his cock as he pushed it in fully. Your moans and his groans echo throughout his office as he starts thrusting in and out of you. Your arms are wrapped around Fyodor's shoulders as your nails dig into his back, leaving scratch marks, making the Russian man groan lowly.
His hips grind against yours as he reaches deeper inside you, his hands gripping your thighs as he keeps up his agonizingly slow yet deep thrusts. "Ngh, Fyodor~" you moan but it was more of a whimper. Fyodor slowly starts to thrust deeper and faster before you feel his hands going under you and picking you up his hands on your ass as he starts pushing deeper inside you. You moan loudly, your body trembles violently, your limbs wrapping around Fyodor as he fucks you deeper. It felt so unbelievably good.
You nails dig deeply into Fyodor's back as the room is echoed with your moans and his groans as well as skin slapping against skin. You could feel a knot growing in your stomach as your orgasm was building up quickly and Fyodor continued to pound into you quickly. Your moans over power the other sounds in the room as your orgasm builds until you can't hold back any more, you cum as Fyodor thrusts one last time as he came as well, yall pant heavily as y'all ride the waves of pleasure y'all just experienced. It felt so good, unbelievably good actually...
"Oh myshka, that was amazing." You husband murmurs softly as he pulls out, rolling the condom off his cock and gently tying it up for the cum that filled the condom didn't get anywhere. You lean forward, capturing Fyodor's lips in a tender kiss and Fyodor slowly kisses back. It lasts for a a minute before you pull away.
"That, that was amazing, I love you." You managed to choke out as you still panted heavily. You watch as Fyodor rummages around once more, grabbing some wipes to gently clean you up, wiping away all the cum and sweat from your body, you seemed to exhausted for a shower anyways.
Your husband puts a gently kiss on your forehead before picking up your underwear, gently slipping them on over your sensitive areas and then taking off his shirt to put it on you. He picks you up and carries you off to the bedroom so y'all could relax now. "I love you too" Fyodor finally replies as he settles in bed, you on top of him, his arms wrapped around you.
"My attention is all on you, darling, always and forever." He mutters before kissing you once more letting it linger for a second before pulling off. You snuggle close to him before drifting off to a nice sleep. A smile is etched on his face as he gives you a gentle squeeze before closing his own eyes to fall asleep with you..
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fwb jjun who makes you watch while he fucks a girl infront of u because u were flirting with his friends~
im gonna put my own little twist to this hehe
"ugh why are you calling me, jjun? youre not supposed-", that's when you realised that it wasnt a phone call, but instead a video call and on the screen was the dick youre very familiar with, standing tall, red and angry, leaking precum. "hello, baby~ miss me?", yeonjun purred, lazily stroking his hard on. "you couldve texted me if you were horny, jjun. i would be there anyway", you chuckled, seems like the little game you played with his friends earlier worked. "oh but i dont need your pussy tonight, y/n. i have my own", yeonjun said as he moved his phone to show a girl, naked and sprawled on the bed, his bed. "what the fuck, jjun?"
"you shouldnt have acted smart earlier, baby, or this couldve been your pussy im filling up right now", yeonjun spat as he entered the girl, her moans echoing in the room. "fucking fake ass moans", you cursed under your breath, as you ended the call. yea sure, you and yeonjun werent exclusive, you guys fucked other people but that was behind each others back. never in front. what you didnt expect was to receive another call from him, and another, another, until you picked up the call.
"what do you w-", "dont you dare end my call again, baby. youre gonna fucking watch me and imagine this is your pussy im filling up so good, you hear me? if you still want my dick inside you after this, that is", yeonjun gritted, his hips meeting the girl's so hard, hes practically shoving her into the mattress. "fuck you", seething, as you sat your phone down next to you. why does he has to be the best fuck you ever had? fuck him. "eyes back on the screen, baby. need you to look at me, okay? fuck, not even this pussy is as good as yours, you know? fuck i would love to fuck you right now instead of this bitch but youre such a brat, baby", yeonjun stammered, you just know hes near with how whiny his voice is getting. "jjun, do you wanna cum, hm? too bad you cant cum in me, handsome. you shouldve just fucked me instead of her~", you cooed, playing along with his game, trying to push his orgasm nearer. "fuck, y/n, yes, yes, nothing, no one can beat your sweet pussy, baby", yeonjun whined before suddenly ending the call.
and seconds later, your phone lit up with a notification from him, with a picture of his cum on the sheets along with a text. "my cum is only for my sweet brat </3".
#mimi!! <3#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#yeonjun smut#yeonjun hard hours#yeonjun hard thoughts
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“i want you to know how deep my love goes”
“ngh, jojo!”
“harder!”
“jo—”
jotaro eyes shot open with a deep gasp, drenched in sweat, beginning to hyperventilate. that was the wettest dream he had had in his entire life.
your moans echoed inside his head.
“ah!”
“fuck, jojo!”
“fuck, y/n.” he groaned, sitting up and rubbing his forehead in agony. he could only see you writhing in pleasure under him when he closed his eyes.
thankfully, school was out that day. he glanced at the clock… 8:17.
kakyoin should be awake, he thought.
he picked up the receiver to his phone and dialed his best friend’s number. it rung for what seemed like hours, but a tired voice answered.
“moshi moshi?”
“kakyoin, it’s me.”
“ugh, jotaro, it’s so early. why did you call?”
“you need to come over now.”
“why?”
“just get your ass up and over here. fucking hell..”
“don’t curse at me, i’ve just woken up. lord, you are so mean to me.”
“shut the fuck up.”
“so do you want me to come or not?”
“yes.”
“is holly-san home?” he heard a small chuckle after the phrase was said.
“i hope you get hit by a bus.” he slammed the phone down and sighed deeply.
he was very horny, his pants tightening even more each time he thought of you.
he went to take an ice cold shower to clear his head, which evidently did not work. he was anxiety-ridden with his wanting for you.
when he came out, he wore his usual wifebeater and sweatpants, going to the living room and sitting on the ground, his mom no where to be found.
“ofukuro,” he called out.
“i’m over here, honey!” her voice was faint from outside.
he got up again and exited the house into the yard, the bright morning sun hitting his face. he squinted.
“ohayo, jotaro, are you hungry?” she said with her back turned to him, struggling to hang a shirt on the high up strings.
“mhm.” he came beside her and helped her, considering his enormous height.
she giggled and hugged him he pushed her away, going back inside, sitting down on the ground of his dining room.
he looked at the clock again, 8:26. it’s a 15 minute walk from kakyoin’s to his. 10 if you walk at a normal pace, but the guy walks very slow when he’s tired.
holly served him breakfast, and she grabbed her bag.
"where are you going?" he asked, beginning to eat.
"i'm going to see my friends!' she smiled, leaning into a mirror and putting her lipstick on.
"okay, be safe."
"hehehe, my son cares for me so much! here, ittekimasu no kissu yo!" she came over and wrapped her hands around his chest, kissing his cheeks multiple times.
"i love you, call your father please, bye!" she picked up her keys and left.
finally, around 8 minutes after she left, he heard the door open and footsteps walking inside.
"i'm here, bozo," said his best friend tiredly, rubbing his eyes.
"sit down."
"where's holly-san?" he poured a cup of coffee for himself.
"take a damn seat,"
"good lord, alright." he sat down.
"if you tell anyone what i'm about to tell you right now, i will beat the shit out of you then skin you alive." jotaro leaned in, holding up his finger.
kakyoin raised his eyebrows in confusion.
the room went silent, only soft sipping and swallowing could be heard.
"so.. are you going to tell me?"
"i... i- i had this d-dream last night..." his voice trailed off, feeling anxiousness killing him.
"that..."
"um..."
"that i- i fucked y/n."
kakyoin spit his coffee out and began to choke on air, turning into a coughing, wheezing mess.
"are you fucking joking right now, jotaro?"
"n--no, what--"
"you- you called me all the way over here to tell me you had a dream that you had sex with y-y/n?"
"yes, it was so real, i felt like i was actually inside of her--"
"oh my fucking god, ew, what the hell is wrong with you?" he took a napkin and wiped his mouth, cringing.
"no, listen, my dick is literally sore--"
kakyoin cleared his throat loudly, slapping his back.
"let's go see y/n, shall we?"
"no."
"why, afraid that the man downstairs will take control?" he smirked.
"i wanna fuck her so bad, i probably won't be able to stop myself,"
kakyoin's jaw dropped. "have you lost your god damn mind?"
"i will soon if i don't get a chance to fu--"
"i'm about to punch you."
"don't worry, jackass, i'm about to fucking clock you. keep talking."
"okay, why don't we head out for a walk?" kakyoin stood up, putting his jacket on.
jotaro muttered his favorite saying to himself, standing up, putting his hoodie on.
"no hat today?"
"she likes me without it." he ran his fingers through his thick black waves, one strand still sticking out.
"you're so weak for her." kakyoin laughed, sliding the door open for him.
"only for her." he chuckled low and began to walk through the streets with him.
"i never thought i'd live to see you admit that, jotaro."
he took out a cigarette and lit it, letting it stick out of his mouth as he watched the tip of it burn.
"you know how i am, kakyoin."
part 2
#jotaro#jotaro x reader#jotaro kujo#jotaro kujo x reader smut#ok#jojo's bizarre adventure#sdc#jjba jotaro#jotaro x y/n#kujo jotaro#jojos#jojo
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okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)
first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):
...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it
we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair
Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.
main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig
ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?
their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring
enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.
as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American
three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of
The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?
"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"
oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise
do not learn gun safety from this movie
at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car
there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:
MOVING ON
if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend
oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))
GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR
[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see
by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!
but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this
lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??
and NOW things get weird
Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette
Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"
like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER
she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??
and then. AND THEN.
ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens
they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead
I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS
NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS
ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):
"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"
oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth
i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end
after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)
i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:
and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk
#snakeskin (2001)#ida.stuff#🐭📓#anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao#i recommend drinking#but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out#taika waititi
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Sierra Six x Reader *smut*
“Are we ready to begin?”
His voice, deep and strong, reverberated off the walls and echoed into my mind. My legs shook from my nerves, anxiety through the roof at this point. He was dressed in a simple black shirt with a relaxed fit grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A downright daddy, perfect for the part I guess.
I softly nod my head yes. This is an awkward situation I’ve gotten myself into and now I don’t even know how the hell to get out of here. He raises his eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to guess what’s up. “Words, use your words.”
Fuck. Fuck. “Yes I’m ready to begin.” My voice is quiet and I’m scared you can hear the tremble in it. He doesn’t seem to pick up on it, which I’m thankful for. “Why don’t we start off with something simple, I would like you to sit on this pillow beside me. Then you’re going to pass me the remote for the TV okay.”
At first I am shook, what the hell! Am I a slave? I don’t know but I also sort of enjoy it. I slink over as sensually as I can and plop down on my knees. “Being a sub, means always thinking about what could benefit or make your dom happy.” He speaks these words to me calmly, like this is an everyday sort of conversation. I feel my face on fire as I hand him then remote, my ears burn and I’ve never been happier to not be able to see myself. Thinking back to his words I proportion myself so that when he looks down at me he’ll get a great view of my tits. He gently grabs my chin all of a sudden causing a short breathy moan to fall from my lips.
“Perfect. See you’re a natural, you just need a little help getting there.” He is pulling my head into his lap, I try my hardest not to get as close to his cock as I want to. This meeting isn’t supposed to have any sexual contact in it, however I find myself craving it. I want to make him feel as good as he wants, I want him to order me around. His dick is pressed against the fly of his dress pants, I will not touch it unless I’m told to though. A sudden groan drags me out of my daze, causing me to realize I’ve been heart-eyeing his crotch the whole time. “Mmm baby girl you’re staring at my cock like it’s candy. I know we’re not supposed to be doing sexual contact until a few more meeting but would you like to have your first fully controlled blowjob?”
My small gasp is all the confirmation he needs however he waits until words seal the deal. “Oh god, yes Sir I would love to!” Ugh I’m desperate, but I can’t help it. My hands shake with nerves and fear of fucking up as he sets my head in his lap and goes to work with his pants.
It’s beautiful, red and raw. Just waiting to be loved by someone other than his hand. He takes hold of my head by using my hair, I moan with need for him at this. He pulls me to his cock and his warmth fills my mouth, as quick as it went in it was gone. Closing my eyes I let myself fall into the feeling of being degraded. He was rubbing his cock around on my face, tapping my cheeks and forehead with his thickness. To make it even more disgustingly hot, his cock had a sheen of my drool on it, smearing my face. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and bra?” I sighed at the loss of contact but did as I was told. He tells me he loves my perky breasts as he shovelled his manhood back into my mouth. Praises fell from his lips as I ate him, he told me that I was a good sub, a good girl, we were going to have so much fun together. I didn’t even pay attention to my own wetness, just focused on sucking, licking and rubbing his dick all up. He let me get messy and I let him tell me to. I had spit dripping down my chin, saliva and pre cum smeared on my cheeks and here I was rubbing his dick in between and all over my tits. They were completely soaked and oiled up from my spit and pre cum. He called me his good dirty whore while I did this and I mewled. He ended finally by calling me daddy’s filthy little girl and came right on my tongue. I swallowed some and then let the rest drip down onto, what are now, daddy’s breasts. He grabbed me by the hair and had me rest my head face to face with his soft red cock and we watched TV. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, I was thinking about how hopefully next time my daddy would pound my little pussy and make it his.
#pinterest#pinterest aesthetics#fandom#fanfic#sierra six#courtland gentry#courtland gentry x reader#sierra six x reader#Sierra six x reader smut#sierra six smut#the gray man#chris evans#ryan gosling#courtland gentry x reader smut#sierra six x you#sierra six x y/n#smut#pure filth
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for the touches ask game, how about "3. hugging while twirling around"? for anyone!
Fuck, she's on fire.
Not literally this time, but emotionally. She can touch people again. She can go around and shove people and clap her hand on their backs and kiss and hug and fuck and punch people in the face in a friendly bar brawl without making their face look like a medium raw beef steak.
Fuck. Yes.
She feels the intense need to kiss Dammon square on the mouth but she hugs him instead and hoists him up and holds him way longer than might be appropriate but he chuckles and hugs her back and it's the fucking best feeling in the world.
Gods, it's so good to be alive.
"This is the best day. This is. The best. Day!", she exclaims, over and over again and beams. She can pick flowers. She could scritch a dog behind its ears right now! Holy shit!
The possibilities are endless and Karlach feels happiness bubble inside her like thick lava, ready to burst out of the ground. She's a literal volcano of happiness. Fuck yeah.
Karlach hugs everyone. She hugs Gale and Tav and Shadowheart, then she hugs Dammon again, then she rolls around in some grass just for good measure. It doesn't leave a burning trail of ash and embers behind and Karlach is so fucking stoked she almost starts crying.
"Oh my gods, I need to find someone to spoon tonight. I'd spoon the fucking Elderbrain to be totally honest with you. I am so ready to cuddle. Holy shit!"
"Please don't spoon the Elderbrain", Gale says weakly and Tav laughs so hard that they choke on their own spit and Shadowheart has to use a spell to make them stop heaving. Karlach loves them all so much. She loves her friends and the whole world and Dammon and this grass tickling her skin and the feeling of the wind in her face.
It wouldn't even matter if she died tomorrow because she's so fucking happy to be in this very moment. It would all have been worth it just for this.
Karlach whistles and sings the entire time they walk back to camp, from time to time grabbing Tav's or Shadowheart's hands to hold and swing between them like a happy child.
First thing she'll do back at camp is find Scratch and pat him for half an hour. At least that's what Karlach thinks until they arrive and the first thing she sees is Astarion and Wyll standing next to each other as Astarion works to fix a rip on Wyll's shirt.
The heart in her chest that's not really a heart roars with affection and she loves Scratch, she loves him so much, but she also loves these men and now she can touch them.
Fuck.
Karlach doesn't think twice, she barrels forward, jumping over the campfire with ease past Lae'zel who's reading a weird metal disc with a furrowed brow and then she's there, startling both of them.
"What in the—", Astarion starts and drops his needle but he can't finish his question because Karlach already picked them both up. Gods, they're both so skinny. She smushes them together and laughs and maybe she also cries a little as she turns around with both of them in her arms, their feet dangling off the ground.
Astarion protests and struggles against her grip like a grumpy cat while Wyll laughs with her.
"It worked!", he exclaims, his voice as excited as Karlach feels.
"It worked", she cries and hugs them tighter, turning two more times before setting them back down and taking a step back. Gods, it's hard to let them go. Fuck she wants to hug them again immediately.
"Well", Astarion says and pretends to dust off his shirt, his face purposefully nonchalant but his cheeks all flushed, "I see your little outing was successful, darling."
"Fuck yes it was. I will spoon you so hard tonight", she says and pumps her fist in the air. Astarion blinks while Wyll chuckles.
"Spoon?", he echoes. Karlach grins so hard that her cheeks hurt.
"Yeah. Spooning. Cuddling. Holding tenderly. Whatever you wanna call it", she says and nods before twirling around by herself again. "I can hug people again!"
"Ugh. Fine, I guess", Astarion says, doing his best to sound as if he's doing Karlach a huge favor. Wyll shakes his head but he's still smiling.
"That means you won't get cold tonight, my pointy-eared friend", Wyll says. Astarion narrows his eyes at Wyll.
"I am dead. I don't get cold", he proclaims and stalks off, leaving Wyll's shirt unfinished. Karlach beams at him as Wyll hugs her again.
"I am so happy for you", he whispers and she holds him tight.
"Me too, Wyll. Me too."
feel free to send me more of these <3
#wyllstarion#wyllach#karlach cliffgate#astarion x karlach#astarion x wyll#karlach x wyll#astarion x karlach x wyll#wyllachstarion#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3 fic#mi writes#astarion#astarion ancunin#wyll ravengard#bless you anon and also janne for poking my way into this direction
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#𝗜'𝗠 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗡��𝗜𝗡'.
nonnie asked ↺ lati, i've been having claude brainrot, regis and claude are both just---WHO GAVE THEM PERMISSION TO BE THIS FINE- but claude!! claude is so pretty-- (and he'd look prettier with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair)
cw. dilf, mean! claude, blowjobs, hickies, facefucking, sleepy/lazy sex, somnophilia, thigh-fucking, dry humping, cumming inside (use condoms irl!), strength kink, size difference & ball fondling.
>> NAVIGATION <<
omg yes nonnie, claude is so pretty <33 he always looks pretty when he's panting heavily, fingers digging into your scalp as your lips wrap around his thick leaking cockhead. claude normally just watches you bob your head in between his legs, but fuck, he can't help it when you fondle his heavy breeder balls and make him cum early. he grips your head tighter and starts moving you on his own, using your throat as his toy. even when claude finally cums, thick globs painting your throat white, he's not going to stop until he's satisfied.
despite his pretty looks, claude is a lot stronger than he looks, and he likes to use that to his advantage when he's feeling moody. it just sends heat straight to his cock when he's pinned both hands above your head with just one of his hands, seeing you helplessly squirm as he mercilessly fucks you into the mattress. listening to your cries and moans spurs him into fucking you harder and faster, barely even slowing down when he cums inside your walls. and ugh, he sounds so fuckin' sexy with his raspy groans and hisses when he spills his seed inside, and sometimes he'll curse bc it feels that good.
claude will sometimes wake up from a nap and hump himself against your ass regardless of whether you're awake. mouth lazily sucking and nipping at any exposed skin, he leaves behind a trail of soft kisses and love bites that will definitely sting later. but rubbing his clothed erection against you can only do so much for the man, which eventually frustrates him enough to just free his thick cock and start fucking your plush thighs. it's advisable to have woken up by now, bc claude won't waste his cum on your thighs; he'd rather cum inside and make a mess of your insides.
claude loves it when you moan and scream his name, your voice echoing all over his room and out to any servants unfortunate to walk past. he makes it his upmost mission to get you to chant his name until he's all you can think abt; the man wants everyone to know who's fucking you this good, and it boosts his ego when your fingers tangle in his hair when he's sucking on your neck and collarbone. but what really boosts his ego is when he watches his thick cum dribble out of your hole and make a mess on the sheets. gets him hard again <3
but it's nice when you can catch him off-guard when he's either too lazy to take the initiative or he's simply too zoned out to really care. he lets out the prettiest groans and breaths you'll ever get out of him, whether you're taking the entirety of his big cock down your throat or riding him that makes a tummy bulge pop up with each bounce you take. his cheeks are a pale rosy blush when he cums, chest heaving as his mouth hangs open with each heavy breath he sucks in. honestly claude is just pretty overall, and i would gladly suck his dick to see his pretty face when he cums <33
© latimeriafellfromheaven
#lati thirsts#manhwa x reader#manhwa smut#claude alger de obelia x reader#claude alger de obelia smut
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Day 4: Love
Written for @hinnymicrofic
Words: 786
Note: I’ve been enjoying all of the delightful Hinny micro fics so much that I wanted to try to participate. But I haven’t written anything in months, and what I ended up with is a crack outsider Romione POV of Hinny. So yeah, I’ve completely failed the assignment. Content warning for swearing, reference to a sex act, and Ron’s unfiltered thoughts on Snape
Hermione had just settled into her favorite armchair with a book, Ron lounging on the sofa opposite her, his long legs stretched across the width of it, when the stag appeared.
Translucent and silver, it bounded through their front window, coming to rest in the middle of their sitting room rug directly in front of the hearth.
Harry, she thought. Panic flared within her for a moment until the stag opened its mouth and began to speak. Harry’s voice echoed through the room, the tone of elation immediately assuaging her worries.
Ron, Hermione— you’ve got another nephew! Albus Severus Potter, born at half past eight. Full head of dark hair. He surprised us all by coming a bit early, but he and Ginny are both doing brilliantly. He can’t wait to meet you and Rose tomorrow!
She could picture Harry saying the words clearly, wearing that same look of exhilaration and wonder and pride he’d had after James was born as he’d stared at his son cradled in Ginny’s arms.
She looked over at Ron, beaming, the tears already welling in her eyes, thrilled by the news. But rather than happy, Ron looked stunned.
“I wouldn’t worry,” she said soothingly, “She was 37 weeks, that’s nearly full term, and he says they're both doing well, so—“
Ron shook his head. “Albus Severus,” he muttered slowly, his tone incredulous.
“Oh, that,” Hermione said, now understanding.
“Yes, that,” Ron exhorted. “Albus Severus?!”
“Well… it is a rather Harry thing to do, isn’t it? You know how sensitive he’s been about Professor Snape since the war ended.”
Ron snorted. “It’s one thing to fight to put his portrait up in the Headmaster’s office, but it’s another thing entirely to name your kid after him, now isn’t it?”
Hermione paused. As much as she enjoyed debating with Ron, he had a point.
But unable to help herself (as always), she pressed on. “You know how Harry is. He feels he owes his life to Snape, and I’m sure he wanted to honor that, just like he’s done with Dumbledore.”
“Only Harry would feel he owed anything to the greasy bastard who set Voldemort after him in the first place. Fuck’s sake.” Ron rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
He grimaced, and his tone darkened. “You know what’s even worse— Harry’s gone and named his kid after a bloke who was gagging for his mum. For thirty bloody years.”
“They were best friends as children! Harry said he loved her— you know about the Patronus.”
Ron gave her a withering stare. “Yeah, we all know full well Snape was wanking to that ripped up photo of Harry’s mum right up ‘til the end.”
“Ugh, Ron,” she said, disgusted by the image.
“It’s true. Treated Harry like dirt because of it. And after all that, Harry goes and names his kid after him. It’s absolutely mental.”
“At least it’s only the middle name,” Hermione added, well aware that her arguments sounded increasingly feeble.
“Oh right,” said Ron sarcastically, “because his first name is after the person who spent years setting Harry up to go off himself. Not the least bit of a complicated legacy there.”
She couldn’t help it. Her lip twitched upwards as she suppressed a laugh.
Ron smirked, his blue eyes twinkling in the light from the hearth. “I knew it! You actually agree with me.”
Hermione bit her lip to keep from smiling wider. “I am surprised that Ginny went along with it, honestly.”
Ron snorted. “Because Ginny’s got such a great record when it comes to names. Arnold the purple pygmy puff. Pigwidgeon.”
Hermione grinned. “Don’t forget about Agatha Bathsheba,” she said, thinking of the cat Ginny got before their final year of Hogwarts.
“Poor kid never stood a chance for a normal name between the pair of them.” Ron paused and looked down, bracing his hands on his knees, as if he were speaking to a small child. “Since the good dead people’s names are all taken, you’ll get the dead people who made dubious moral choices, or else something completely insane. Sorry your parents have a misguided hero complex and a weird affection for the ridiculous.”
Hermione dissolved into laughter. “And you love them for it,” she managed between giggles.
“‘Course I do,” said Ron, his affection apparent. “And the baby too.”
“We’ll floo over with Rose first thing tomorrow. But you can’t tease Harry about this, Ron.”
“I won’t— bloody noble git,” he finished, muttering the last bit under his breath. “George’ll have a field day with it though.”
He stretched his long arms up, folding them behind his head and resting back onto the sofa.
“Oh— and I’m calling him Al.”
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