#/ SORRY FOR THE LENGTH IDK HE JUST WENT FERAL
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@cindersteps | ZAGREUS ━━（ Cont. From 💀 ）
THE CALL FOR REST WAS UNNEEDED.
Mostly... At least when it came to his own needs. He required very little & even then, he always made sure to stay on top of his duties, leave some spare time to simply exist so he wasn't running himself into the ground like those he reaped.
But as a condition, a term of Zagreus' - he'd only start to look after his own health between runs if Than were to as well. Ever crafty, he knew Thanatos had no real excuse not to agree, but as with everything else regarding the prince when it came to Thanatos, he cared enough to honor the request in full. It hadn't been all bad, though.
It held it's perks in the form of less stress - the burden of his duty eased away at times by Charon at Hermes prodding, a bit of an unspoken approval gifted from his mother as he lingered about the House more. Little things that made the decision worth it. Of course there were also the more... rare perks. It was no secret he seemed to hold an affinity of sorts for the godling, his presence always being one he took note of, was familiar with & even craved in an ever unspoken manner.
He'd never admit it out loud, but the rare moments spent chatting & catching up were cradled close with a warmed fondness.
When the prince had fallen asleep, the Death incarnate decides to leave him be. Not like he could leave... given.. were he to shift, he'd risk waking him. Huffing, Thanatos eases back, thought swirling like the river Styx, skimming along various topics though never lingering long enough in place for him to pinpoint anything specific. It's a lazy kind of relaxed, one he hardly notices himself drifting into until the other shifts suddenly, a manner that leaves the other man tensing, all before he eases.
Twin pools of moon-gold lower, a curious tinge in their sights as Than studies the slumbering prince, hand twitching lightly from where it'd touched the other. Mind zeroing itself in on the contact, the God can't help but find his curiosity piqued, eyes narrowing as his brows knit together in a slight furrow, moving to prop himself up a bit better as a hand hovered just over the other mans torso.
Warm.
Where... he'd always held a notable chill, Zagreus had always naturally run warm. Carrying with him a fire in how he presented himself, through his kindness & beliefs, to his scorching feet to the blazing look his sights took on in battle. The rare moments they would even come into contact were enough to catch at his interest like a baited lure. He was curiously warm. The blood he'd bled ran red instead of golden like the rest of his fore-bearers. With that thought lingering, refusing to leave - he moves to press a palm flat against the others chest, curious to see if he'd held a pulse like the mortals that bore the same shade of blood.
He... is surprised to find that there is indeed a steady beat thrumming steadily beneath the skin of his palm, calm in it's pattern, slow but strong. It's a relief, a strange one that leaves his sights narrowing faintly. All before the other begins to stir.
Jerking his hand back like he'd been burned - maybe not that far off if he were honest - the Death incarnate does his best to keep his usual collected mask in place as Zagreus yawns.
❝ — You... slept well I take it? ❞
Quick to recover, the pale-haired man sits up straighter, peering back at the godling with amusement tinged sights. It was never hard to slip into bantering - something that came natural, a thing he was thankful for in moments like this where he fumbled.
❝ — You hardly moved - a few minutes more & I might've really thought you died. ❞
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ok so I've had this in my memory for ages and i can so imagine Sweetheart having this as a tattoo on her back, like the angel wings tattoos that are the complete length of your back so and the crescent on her neck like oml like its barely visible from under her shirts and it just makes her neck look that much more delectable plus the contrast from the womb tattoo to the angel like wings is a sight to see, makes the boys go feral (especially soap once he sees it, he didn't notice before cuz he was too short lol)
IM GOING FERALLLLL
THIS IS AMAZING FOR SWEETS HOLY COW
The original idea was that she was going to have two pieces, high and low tattoos, the low one was something like this:
But then I scrapped that, and she was just gonna have a regular back tattoo (like a big one or one in the middle of her back), and it was gonna be something like this:
B U T that changed and the new idea was that the back tattoo was traveling on her body, like coming to her collarbone and neck, and coming down her arms (which is talked about in the 18+ Gaz ask), something like this:
BUT GOOODDDDDD YOURS IS SO SICK GREMLIN
Like I can see her getting it because a friend told her that it'll look so cool, not telling her what it means. (As you said, it looks like angel wings) and then that friend dies, not telling her the meaning. (Her friend told her to get it because Sweetheart is like an angel)
Sfw
(Just kinda sensual teehee)
Cw.: biblical talk (angels), so much praise, overstimulation (sweets cries), bit of angst and feels, (idk if this counts as angst? I'm still learning what's angst and what's not😭) soap is so down bad he's speaking in Scottish Gaelic-- it's translated by Google so I'm sorry beforehand! He talks so damn much, I went overboard 💀 the translation is at the end!
So skip ahead to the now, she's taking care of some wounds she got from a mission, with her shirt off and hair down, wrapping her ankle with concentrated eyes. She doesn't hear Soap knock on her door, and she doesn't hear his little gasp. She also doesn't hear him walk slowly towards her, but she does feel thick, warm fingers move some of her hair and trail down her back. She jolts, turning around abruptly. Her tense shoulders relax, seeing it's only her best friend.
She needs to be more vigilant.
"Jeez, Soap," She chuckles, "You scared me."
His eyes are wide, skin flushed with pink and breaths uneven.
"Tha mi duilich..." he mutters breathlessly. Sweetheart cocks an eyebrow. "Whatcha say?" Soap sucks in a breath and closes his eyes tightly. It's like he's telling himself something.
"Sorry, I'm - I said I'm sorry." Sweetheart nods, "Oh, that's cool! Is that like- Gaelic or somethin'?" Soap nods as if he's in a trance, eyes still focused on her back. Her glowing, hunched over back with the mark of an angel. It has to be. Different scars align on her skin, some in different lengths, some overlapping others, and many that are jagged.
But the beauty of the tattoo is still relevant.
Sweetheart calls out his name softly to get his attention but fails. His mind is hazy, and too many thoughts going through him. The waves of heat pulse on his skin and insides as he gets closer to her back.
Sweetheart doesn't feel comfortable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable at the same time. She sees him get on his knees and reaches out for her, but freezes. He turns his head and shuts his eyes again, having mental turmoil with his actions. He stares into her eyes, asking her if he can touch it. Feel it.
Admire it.
Her eyes flutter, looking back at him one last time, she shifts her hair to one side, combing the curls with her hand, showing more of the tattoo that goes up to the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. Her actions speak a million words to him.
You can touch it. But please, be gentle.
She hears him whine- whine-- and his palms are clamping on her back immediately.
"Tha e cho breagha. Fuck, bidh thu mar bhàs dhomh, leanabh." His hand slides around to her tummy, tracing the heart to her womb tattoo since he remembers where it's located, engraved- burned-- into his memory. "Ach bheir thu air ais beò mi le seo," His voice is but a whisper over her back, the woman confused if he's talking to her or the tattoo. She feels plush lips where the blade is located. Oh god--
He's kissing it.
Sweetheart shivers, a whiny moan bubbling in her throat, but she covers her mouth with her shaky hand. She hears him mumble Gaelic again, but it doesn't feel like he's talking bad about it. It feels good, warm. Like he's praising it.
Worshipping it.
His other hand feels her skin all over her side, up her back till he reaches her shoulder. "Bha fios agam gu robh thu a 'falach rudeigin fo na turtlenecks sin, brèagha. Bha an corp seo an-còmhnaidh a’ falach rudeigin. Air do ghualainn," His fingers trail on the lines of the angel-like wings, "Air do ghualainn," They snake upwards and around, the pads feeling the bumps of scars and the outline of ink. "Suas do mhuineal."
Sweetheart whimpers, shivering under his touch. Her shoulders cave in, and she bends more forward. She feels his lips trail up her heated skin, wet with love and praise from the scotsman. She knew he loved her tattoos that she showed him, but she never thought he would do something like this.
Did he really like them that much? Did he really like her that much?
Soaps breath shudders on the halo, feeling her goosebumps form and hairs sticking up, hands raking up and down the spiked angel wings.
"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."
"I'm- I'm sorry...?" Why is she apologizing? She felt like she needed to apologize for something she did but didn't understand what he said. She was going to speak again, but the gentle lull of his shushing in her ear stopped her.
"Òr 's a tha mise air do chràdh agus an dubh a tha air do chorp naomh. Tha am peant dubh maireannach a th’ agad a’ toirt ort coimhead ethereal. Fuck, chan eil fhios agam carson a tha thu a’ còmhdach seo. Bidh thu a’ faighinn cho togarrach rium a h-uile uair a thig thu faisg orm, agus a bhith faicinn an ealain a th’ agad air do bhodhaig na urram ann fhèin. Tha do bhòidhchead tarraingeach, aingil. Chan eil fios agad dè an ìre de chumhachd a tha agad thairis air na fir a tha a 'coiseachd air an talamh seo."
If he keeps going, she's gonna pass out at this rate.
His growly, Scottish drawl always made Sweetheart heat up and melt. But this - this carnal, whispering preaching onto her skin - it's too much, overflowing her cup to the point that it spills all over the floor.
"Mar a chuirinn seachad mo làithean uile ag innse dhut mar a tha thu mar thiodhlac bho na nèamhan. Cha bhithinn leisg a dhol air mo ghlùinean agus mo dhìlseachd gu lèir a thoirt dhut a h-uile latha." He mumbles, lips talking against her skin like he's muttering scriptures to the ink.
With his blue eyes half-lidded, his hands slide down her shoulder blades and back up, his touch so gentle like feathers and silk, down to the small of her back, where the blade ends.
"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."
"Johnny..." Sweetheart calls out, mysterious want laced in her voice. She doesn't know why he acts like her tattoos are sacred. She doesn't know why she feels tears forming. Her eyes flutter back when his thumbs massage her hips.
He hums, "An ann air sgàth sin a fhuair thu seo? A chionn gu bheil thu bho na nèamhan? Tha e ciallach nam biodh tu. Archangel, a 'stiùireadh shaighdearan gu cogadh le do bhall-airm, ceannardas, agus làmh an uachdair."
Her breath hitches. Archangel?
Why did he say that?
He thinks she's an angel? One of the heavenly hosts, a dispenser of justice and bringer of hope.
Oh my God.
If he thinks that she's like an archangel, then that's the best compliment she has ever gotten.
She feels tears coming down her cheeks, the heavy feeling in her head and warmth coursing through her veins. She remembers when her old high school friend from home told her to get this piece as a tattoo since she had trouble figuring out what to get. She was so excited, kept asking her every day what it meant or what significance it had with Sweetheart, but all she kept saying was, "You'll figure it out."
Sweetheart asked sporadically when her friend was in the hospital. Her answer was always the same.
Sweetheart stopped asking completely when her friend was buried next to her family. She didn't give an answer anymore.
She covers her mouth again to stop a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.
Her friend knew.
"Fiù 's nuair a tha thu air do dhòrtadh ann am fuil an nàmhaid, tha thu fhathast a' seasamh àrd ann an neart, misneachail, nad ghlòir gu lèir. A ’coimhead thairis air a h-uile duine, a’ cuideachadh neach sam bith ann an fheum leis a ’ghàire radanta sin."
Soap knows.
"Ged nach fhaicear do sgiathan, bidh iad fhathast a 'deàrrsadh fon t-solas a tha a' gluasad bho do shàil. An dòchas agus an gaol a bheir thu do dhaoine ... bheir e orm tuiteam air do shon eadhon nas motha a h-uile uair."
And now Sweetheart knows.
He kisses her shoulders, neck, and spine- all the way down to the tip of the blade. He could kiss this skin forever, hearing her soft moans and whimpers. Soap hears her little hiccups and moves to face her. He tenderly cups her jaw and slowly lifts, seeing her big, glistening eyes look up at him. Her damp cheeks, creased eyebrows, and wobbling bottom lip melts his heart. He looks at her with such fondness and love in his eyes, Sweetheart is sure that she will pass away. He brushes her hair out of her face as if she's made out of the finest china.
"Oh, mo ghràidh, mo leannan."
He cranes his neck down, soft swollen lips meeting her forehead. Sweetheart's eyes close, clumped with tears, leaning into his kiss and clutching his hand.
"Mo aingeal dìon."
꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱
Translation:
It's so beautiful. Fuck, you'll be the death of me, baby. But you'll bring me back to life with this. I knew you were hiding something under those turtlenecks, beautiful. This body was always hiding something. On your shoulders... Up your neck. I wish you didn't hide from me, my love. I love you all, and that will never change.
You have nothing to apologize for, my darling, my heart. Words can not describe how much I ache for you and the ink that's on your holy body. The black permanent paint you have makes you look ethereal. Fuck, I don't know why you cover this. You get me so excited every time you come near me, and to see the art you have on your body is an honor in itself. Your beauty is alluring, angelic. You don't know how much power you hold over the men that walk this earth.
How I would spend all my days telling you how you're a gift from the heavens. I would not hesitate to get on my knees and give my devotion to you every day.
Hmm, is that why you got this? Because you're from the heavens? It makes sense if you were. An archangel, guiding soldiers into war with your weapon, leadership, and dominant hand.
Even when drenched in the enemy's blood, you still stand tall in strength, confident, in all your pretty glory. Watching over everyone, helping anyone in need with that radiant smile.
Even though your wings are not seen, they still shine under the light that radiates from your halo. The hope and love you give people... it makes me fall for you even more every time.
My dear, my sweetheart.
My guardian angel.
Bonus.!
Bruh, I totally blocked out the others HAHA
They haven't seen it yet, but Soap boasts about it 24/7. He described it the best he can without giving anything away. But he talks consistently that he saw it and he touched it and-- other stuff.
He doesn't tell his team that he practically went to church on her back tattoo, but he sees how jealous they got so that's good enough for him. Thank God Krueger doesn't know.
#this was so fun#I MISS WRITING WAAHHH#soap x reader#soap modern warfare#soap x fem reader#mw2 soap#johnny soap mactavish#john mactavish x you#soap mactavish#cod oc#cod x y/n#black fem reader#cod imagine#modern warfare imagine#black!reader#fem!reader#steve rogers x black female reader#x female reader#cod x female reader#mw2 x reader#141 sweetheart#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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Honestly i can imagine leona and ruggie having uncut cawks… leona junior’s impressive “head” showing up under the excess skin when hard. Meanwhile ruggie’s smaller would still be covered unless you pull them back ofc ;)
On the other hand, I imagine jack having them “cut” with a much neater bush than his savanaclaw dorm mates, which rly shows his enormous length 🤤
Man, I LOVE when you use "cawks" bc I pronounce it SO FUNNY in my head fjkf thank you for always making me chuckle with that word!
Anyways 😆
I second this!! Don't think Leona or Ruggie would be cut.... and idk why I think their flaccid cocks would look cute, covered like that djklfjdkl RUGGIE SPECIALLY!!!
I just.... playing and tugging on the skin a little...... hooooooo 😳💓💓💓💓💓💓💓 LOVE THAT SHIT
JACK GOTTA SHOW HIS WOLF PRIDE FKDLJL
BIG BOIE, JUICY COCK MMMMMM 🤤💓💓💓💓
He really has a breeding machine between his legs 😌💘
I'm sorry, I just went feral on this ask lol
But I agree with what you say, dear~
Leona and Ruggie uncut, where Leona's head does show when hard and Ruggie's needs a little help to uncover
Jack with a wonderful cut cock and nicely groomed 💖
#unlocked#chiles in my mouth#i just... dicks 💗#and go absolute stupid#twusted#proud lion#laughing hyena#howling wolf#svnclaw#dick headcanons
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I don't wanna believe in the clone theory either. But ever since the league arrived on the battlefield I can't help but feel like they're different from the league we're used to. Like you're telling me they went through all that development just to be at square one. And barring Shigaraki cuz I believe he's the only one who's not a clone, Toga, Dabi and Spinner are.
To elaborate:-
Spinner looks like he's on drugs and more feral. He also seems to be more muscular as well.
Toga went back on wanting to fall in love with Deku which I understand (even though Fandom is calling it "regressed" which I don't agree with) But Toga can use Twices quirk via blood and Twices quirks are known to bleed. So realistically there is no Time limit. It's literally INFINITE DOUBLES.
Dabi I don't know how to elaborate much. But you can't convince me that he would switch out his FIREPROOF BLACK COAT for a white garb. Dabis also quite calculating even in his emotional moments. He was shown to beat Shoto with a single jet burn and was just toying with him. He also seems to burn more fater than usual. And while Twices clones are known to go down by breaking a single arm, Dabi's first clone SURVIVED THE ARM BREAK, So you can't tell me he's physically weak. (Don't use the Grandpa Piss knocked him out with a single kick because he was restrained at the time and Spinner, Magme and Twice were also knocked out).
I don't want to believe it but the league just feels OFF in this arc. The only ones I guarantee are real are AFO and Tomura. But the rest feel authentic. (These are my thoughts)
I respect that these are your thoughts, I'll put them out there for people to see.
But I still heavily disagree.
First with Twice's blood---honestly I don't think infinite doubles is the case. There's no concrete evidence that her DNA just becomes that person. Like is it Twice's blood in her body or hers?
I already am convinced that this is how Twice will be used in the end and nothing has convinced me otherwise yet.
Dabi switching his outfit out is symbolic. It's a funeral, it's his funeral. He even said as such. Also, if Toga was gonna clone Dabi she could easily just clone his clothes.
And again--I'm sorry but throwing this entire fight away just for it to be a clone is highly unlikely. That's terrible writing imo, that would be the cheapest fake. Worse than the Hagakure traitor fake out. And there's no set up for that, there just isn't. There is none.
I've talked about Toga at length already. Here and here. She is desperate for a change. And her seeking out Deku is not out of the blue, as I've pointed out. It's well within her character to do so, it's not a regression, it's her. She has always, always wanted the acceptance of Deku, Ochacko, and Tsuyu. Ever since she laid eyes on them. So I don't see any of that being a reason she is a clone.
Spinner--I've talked about him at length here, and someone else has here. He DOES have an arc to fulfill, and this is simply a regression on his part and will be a learning curve for him. He looks feral and it's entirely possible he underwent some change AFO forced on him, or maybe it was just a weird angle. Idk, but again I have no reason to think it's a clone. Especially because the moment where he accepted his role in AFO's grand plan was framed as ominous a foretelling of something bad to come. And it's been a long time coming too, Spinner having no real identity unless it was through someone else's means. Again--I see no calling for him to be a clone.
Touya-- yea he may not like AFO, but he also isn't putting the LOV first either. He's not. He never has, his plans, his revenge is his priority and it really shows now more than ever. He may not like AFO but he still took cues from him. There was literally no air of defiance in their interaction in chapter 335 when he was impatiently waiting. I feel like it's a really romanticized fanon version of Touya that would run away with the League, not canon Touya. I'm sorry, that's how I feel.
I've talked about the LOV at length, how I feel about their roles in the story: Here, Here, Here
And basically my main punchline is: Their arcs are not about each other. Yes as a group they navigated the nasty world they're a part of together, found community with each other, but none of that was ever really enough to stop the LOV trio from seeking their individual goals. Their needs and wants are still important. I don't see them running off together, especially after several times within the story where they've willingly separated to achieve their own goals. I just don't see that happening and I don't think they're clones.
It feels incredibly authentic to me. Imo, if it doesn't feel authentic, it sounds like it's not the scenario people wanted for them. I get that, but that's how I feel about those takes. The LOV are all desperate individuals who need help. They can't get that just sticking together and never branching out.
I’ve also been predicting ever since I hit the war arc chapters that the LOV trio would all face off individually with their hero kids, and that’s exactly what’s happening. None of this feels out of the blue or out of character, it feels very much like them. To me at least.
LASTLY: Horikoshi has made so many comments about wanting to end the manga this year, or at the very least, soon. He is wrapping things up. I'm sorry but the clone theory also sounds like something someone is clinging onto with hopes that the story isn't actually ending. It sounds like that, and like a fanon version of the LOV that just isn't canon. Maybe I'm an asshole for saying that, maybe I’ll get hate, but that's how I feel about theories like this.
I respect your thoughts—but I cannot bring myself to agree! We’ll see how it goes.
Edit: I linked to a million previous metas because they expand on specific topics way more than I am going to in this post.
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OKAY IVE ACTUALLY PLAYED TWO SESSIONS SINCE MY LAST POST SO IM GONNA COMBINE THEM HERE SORRY FOR THE LENGTH BUT,,IVE COME SO FAR I DONT WANNA STOP NOW
this is gonna be very messy cause i WILL be jumping back and forth as things come back to mind so uhh pls enjoy this absolute ramble <3
anyway. i continued playing omori and boy do i have some Thoughts
so first session; i went through the pyre(something i forgot the full name sob) forest/sprout mole village/sweetheart’s castle in one go and let me TELL YOU. DOING THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE I WENT NUTS holy shit.
so anyway.
pyre forest!!!! the lil race against the big spider coming after u for disturbing the smaller spiders mechanic was very fun i had a lot of fun figuring out the best routes to take. i know normally mechanics like that lead to ppl getting frustrated cause u have to keep retrying but i had a lot of fun!!!! sum annoyance but good natured type, th kind that just makes u try harder u know? i just enjoyed it JKFN;FN; candles in the foggy forest....now That is an aesthetic
the rare bear scared the fuckin shit out of me i remember it didn’t attack me straight away so i was like “aw (:” but then when i press x on him it takes me to a BATTLE SCREEN AND SUDDEN THAT MF IS TERRIFYING I WAS LIKE WHWHWHWHWKJDNJ. very funny i honestly wished i recorded my reaction
also omori is afraid of drowning...................................i am breathing heavily. i think whatever happened to mari is related to at least one of the things omori is scared of. so either heights, spiders, or drowning it seems. spiders doesnt seem super likely as a contributor to her death, and while falling from a height is more realistic, such a senseless way of dying doesnt seem to rlly fit ? with the vibe i get from the kiddos in the real world. which makes me think maybe drowning/otherwise suffocating is how she died...but we’ll see. also due to the forgotten library part, we know omori explicitly feared spiders/drowning before mari died so it’s also probable im jus talking out my ass here but still,,,,thoughts
also this motherfucker?
literally fucking terrifying. IT’S BODY IS MADE OF SUCC’D SPROUT MOLES...i still have no idea what exactly it was doing to them but jesus h christ!!!! evil and fucked up. do not feel bad for curbstomping it
sprout mole village!!!! very cute, im v excited to send that one dude his brother’s care package. i like how, when theyre not lost, sprout moles can be real endearing lil guys,,,theyre not my fav lil enemies but (:
also for some reason omori is the first game ive played where i really care about getting achievements ? so i literally did the back and forth on my save file just to get all the season sprout mole achievements JKDJFJ;. i ended up sticking w spring tho before moving on for real cause spring is my fav season irl (:
also i felt SO BAD for cutting down that one sprout mole’s chistmas tree he was just trying to celebrate but i wanted to see that present and coincidentally becoming a christmas ruiner was an achievement so all’s fair in love and war i suppose
ALSO. th fuckin plant monster thing under the scientist sprout mole’s room. major little shop of horror vibes from the design, absolutely adored it!!!!! originally i did just cut the wire holding the piano over it, ending it in one go, but i was very curious abt it so i reloaded a save file to actually fight it and
i know it only spread that gas to make the kiddos happy cause being happy reduces attack i think ? it decreases attack/defense but seeing the kiddos smile so much was nice (:
however
omori...sunny....son boy.........u good ?
and now. sweetheart
the way the sprout moles completely adore and depend on sweetheart gives me such awful evil vibes and combined with such a luxurious background was fucking incredible
sweetheart herself, speaking of. bitch (sorta affectionately, certainly not derogatory)
i talked to every sprout mole in the audience before taking my seat and i literally dont know why. even when i picked up the pattern of where the unique dialogue could be found (usually the sprout moles farthest right) i still talked to all of them......just in case ? i have no idea. i dont know why i did that. i feel it’s important that i note it tho
LMAO SO WHEN SPROUT MOLE MIKE DID THE MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR YE OLD SPROUT MOLE
I LITERALLY FELT SO FUCKING BAD LMAO I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD NO!!!!!! I DID THAT!!! I KILLED HIM!!! OH MY GOD!!! I WONDER HOW AWKWARD OMORI KEL HERO AND AUBREY FELT IN THE AUDIENCE HOLY SHIT THEY HAD FRONT ROW SEATS TO SPROUT MOLE MIKE’S MOURNING!!! MY GOD FJKFN;;
also sprout mole mike describing 3′7″ inches as ”towering” was the FUNNIEST shit i have ever seen. also i have to wonder, since sweetheart made up the whole show of sweetheart’s quest for hearts in the first place, if she was seriously down to marry a sprout mole if one suited her fancy. jus v funny to me honestly. SPEAKING of sweetheart’s dating patterns I NOTICED THOSE FEM SKELETONS IN THE DUNGEON!!!!! BI SWEETHEART!!!! SHE’S JUST AS DOWN FOR GIRLS AS SHE IS BOYS
i know TECHNICALLY not everyone is in the dungeon for failing to be a good enough suitor but STILL...COME ON. THIS WAS BEFORE WE KNEW THAT. SWEETHEART BI I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
anyway
when the lights when out and lightning struck the third contestant, i knew Immediately something was gonna go down. and when the mustache sprout mole was like “oh yes!! u!! in the striped pjs!! u absolute beast ur perfect!!!” i KNEW hero had just been selected as the replacement i was goign completely fucking nuts i was like OH MY GODNFNG; HIS HEART IS ALREADY TAKEN BY MARI!!!!!!! STOP
i ended up taking so many screenshots during this part cause i was going feral so here take a glance just cause i love, uh, hero
OUR HERO IN SHINING ARMOR DJLBH;KFJB
also GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IM SHORTER THAN HERO
hero shaking on the stage when he was introduced...oh my HEART....IM SO FOND FOR THIS BOY WTF!!!!! DKJDN;N
this is not really NEWS to me since it’s implied hero is tall but like come ON..... sorry just every time i find out a character is explicitly taller than me i need to huff about it, moving on,
HERO FUCKS
sorry i just have so many screenshorts during this aprt cause i was going fucking crazy but
literally terrifying! sweetheart bathes in that shit!! christ!
is blood good for ur skin? i imagine, so long as like...gore isnt in it and it’s solely blood it cant be BAD necessarily......but good ? regardless very fucked up. besides the fact that well, uh, BLOOD, blood is also sticky as hell. ur telling me sweetheart willinglhy bathed in that shit? disgusting. at least thin it out
anyway I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THE PUZZLES AT SWEETHEART’S CASTLE....FROM THE DUNGEONS TO THE KITCHENS TO THE BALLROOM TO THE LIBRARY TO THE GARDENS JUST EVERYTHING!!!! IT WAS SO FUN I ENJOYED FIGURING IT OUT SO MUCH IT WAS LITERALLY DELIGHTFUL...I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH THE GAMEPLAY IS SO FUCKING EPIC I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUJCH FUN.......OH MY GOD I JUST. INCREIDBLE!!!! FUCK
also the lil sir maximus bit.........i honestly felt really awful over having to kill them ): i think i even tried running once but it wouldnt let me...it hurt man ): they were just a family....
um but anyway,
i think it was rlly sweet how aubrey protested to the wedding cause she was worried abt sweetheart,,,like i cant rlly explain it idk how to put it into words,,like sweetheart is clearly not mentally well and having an episode, and aubrey being the only one to say “hey what ur doing is self-destructive and isolating” just mmmh. she cares a lot,,,and *i* care aubrey
also sweetheart’s battle theme fucking SLAPPED...SO GODDAMN HARD IM STILL QUAKING OVER IT....FUCKING BANGER YO!!!!!! INCREDIBLE
ah but alas
BASIL........I NOTICED THAT IT WAS HIS GHOST/SHADOW DURING THE EXIT FROM OTHERWORLD AS WELL BUT JUST FUCK
im so worried about basil ):
and it being so obvious that none of the others can see...........them asking omori if he’s okay.....oh my god. i go nuts
and then...the forgotten library part
i literally cried, again, oh my fucking god
these kids loved each other so much they ADORED the time they spent with each other and im QUAKING to know WHAT HAPPENED TO MARI......HOW DID THE FALLOUT GO. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW
i know there are multiple endings to this game and on god i am not QUITTING until i get the happiest ending there is for these kids im literally a goddamn fuckign mess oh my god
MARI SHWOING UP IN THE LIBRARY AT ONE POINT AND LEADING OMORI...........IM LTIERALLY GOIGN INSANE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE LOVED HIS SISTER SO MUCH HE’S SO CLEARLY LOST WITHOUT HER I CANT FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW
GOD
okay sorry i just. ive said ti before but the grief in this game is so real and palpable and it aches, it aches so bad. also the white egret orchids in the library...i see u
but regardless.... session two real world electric boogaloo
LOVE that kel is like “so i need to run errands but u wanna come with me right? of course u do!” like fuck i rlly do. kel is just so delightful i would literally do anything to spend time with him
ALSO i noticed u can just refuse to open the door both times kel’s knocked now and it makes me wonder....if u could choose to ignore kel ? and then venture out urself or just ? i wonder what would even happen if u chose to not open the door. im CERTAINLY not doing it myself at the very least not this playthrough but i am curious...i bet that’s how u get a bad ending, by not talking w kel
but anyway....
aubrey and her gang not saying anything in the pizza parlor........i jus think abt that is all
ALSO!! pet rocks!!!!!!!!! LOVE this lil thing it’s so cute. jus rock paper scissors it babey
speaking of lil bits, love all the mini quests in the real world...it’s just rlly fun and builds up this cute lil town........it also makes me think that whatever happened to mari cant have been anything except an accident, bc no one comments on what a tragedy it was to omori. like if it was murder, there’s no way such a horrific situation wouldnt engulf the town for a bit and sweep over it for weeks at least, but that just doesnt seem to have happened. this is def me reading too into it tho;; point is neighbors nice (: also i got the seashell necklace and i go apeshit
ALSO......THE FUCKING...........CHURCH. I VISITED WITH KEL ON A COMPLETE WHIM CAUSE I WAS CURIOUS IF THE PASTOR WOULD TALK MORE ABT AUBREY BUT NO. INSTEAD HE TALKS ABT THE WEIRD VIBE FORM THE GRAVEYARD HE’S GETTING!!! AND THE DUDE WHO CHILLS IN THE GRAVEYARD SAYS SHIT ABT THE SPIRITS GETTING READY FOR SOMEONE TO JOIN THEM!!!! BITCH WAHT THE FUCK
THERE’S NOF UCKING WAY THIS ISNT ABOUT BASIL. THERE IS NO!!! WAY!!!! I SWEAR ON GOD IF BASIL DIES I WILL LOSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP CAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY HE COULD DIE EXCEPT SUICIDE THAT’S WHAT IT HAS BEEN IMPLYING OVER AND OVER I GO NUTS I GO APESHIT NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCK
OKAY SORRY I JUST. HHHHHHHHHHH
baby has acquired baby
kel’s family is rlly cute,,,,v heartwarming. i trust them
i do worry abt like...the stark difference between recognizing kel’s accomplishments and hero’s...i just idk. i just keep thinking abt that bit in kel’s story abt hero’s depression when his parents focused on hero and ignored him, and i just. kel’s family is good People but i worry if kel has a good support system...i jus........): i am watching
ahh THE BASIL MISSING PART MADE MY HEART LITERALLY FUCKING DROP..I WAS SO FUCKING PANICKED I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD THIS IS IT BASIL IS DEAD
THANKFULLY HE WASNT BUT HOLY GOD HOW THAT WHOLE SITUATION PANNED OUT MADE ME GO NUTS!!!!!!! BASIL...AUBREY...HER GANG.......FUCK OH M YOGD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
THANK G O D I SNOOPED AROUND KEL’S HOUSE BEFORE LEAVING I WOULD HAVE H A T E D TO FIGHT THEM ALL AT ONCE IM GLAD I WAS ABLE TO JUST PEPPER SPRAY THEM JESUS CHRIST
oh my god kim like asking for aubrey all concerned before deciding to trust her and leaving.....kim i diagnose u with lesbain
the whole fucking. basil almost drowning scene. i seriously feel like ive changed like as a person over it. i am thinking . i am thinking. i am only evee thinking about mari and how omori just loved her so much and how the thought of her gave him strength. th pic of her ghost holding omori’s hand in the water made me cry
MMMM BUT. HERO!!!
I DIE I DIE I DIE HE’S SO PRETTY FUCK ALSO HIM PICKING UP BASIL WOOOOOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT YEAHHHHHHHH
god i feel so bad about leaving aubrey tho. shes so clearly not okay and she so clearly did not mean to push basil in and oh my GOD I JUST...PLEASE....PLEASE CAN WE JUST TLAK TO HER I NEED TO TLAK TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO FUCK
the ghosts of omori and aubrey on the swings made me cry out like i had been physically assaulted
AHH BUT THEN TAKING BASIL HOME AND WHILE HE’S IN HIS BED HE JUST SAYS “oh sunny...there’s not way out of this...is there?” I LITERALLY GO BUCKWILD APESHIT INSANE STUPDI!!!!!! BASIL YOURE PUTTING UP A LOT OF ALARMING FLAGS HERE!!! PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCK. CHRIST. HELL. SHIT. THIS GAME IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY
GOD
oh my god but the day ending with hero and kel sleeping over at omori’s house...im kdnd im jkdim im not uhm okay THEY BUILT A BLANKET FORT PLEASE..I LOVE THEM
goddd hero going into the piano room....playing sum........and then asking omori abt the song he and mari used to play on violin...and then THE TITLE SCREEN MUSIC STARTS PLAYING....HI. HI HELLO HI YOU CANT FUCKIGN DO THAT HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUFBJFGJNGN;EJNE; IM GOIGN NUTS
also the name omori comes from the piano.............interesting...i wonder why sunny likes being called omori in the dreamscape...
god but omori not having a srs hallucination cause he’s w his friends and he feels safe...im gonna sob
However. i did glance into the bathroom mirror. AND INSTEAD OF THE EYE MF IT’S A DISTORTED AS HELL GHOST MARI???IM SO FUCKIGN SCARED. IM SO SCARED. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? CREEPY AS HELL!!!
ohh my god this GAME
so finally i ended up in whitespace again. do NOT like that omori is completely alone in the world!!! what the FUCK!!!!!!!! I AM SO SCARED AT ALL TIMES. im literally about to go play sum more tho after dinner so i will see what happens. god i jsut......this game is so fucking good it has me by the balls dude. SO glad i decided to play it bruh
anyway thanks for reading all of this if u did, it’s an absolute monster ik and ur a real one
#cass cries#omori#omori spoilers#more like cass goes CRAZY this is so long#also id dint proof read this sorry </3
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Procrastination
okay Idk what happened I went to edit the post and the whole thing disappeared so?? here we go again I guess.
Pairing; Josh Washington / female reader
warnings; 18+. dirty talk, oral sex male receiving, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb)
Word Count; 2k
tags: @r-ahh-mi @sherlollydramoine @txmel @moon-stars-soul @ramimedley @alottanothing @ramisgirl512 @diasimar @xmxisxforxmaybe @sassypants1251
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I can feel his gaze on me from where he sits on the other side of the couch. His laptop perched on his lap but there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’s not paying attention to a damn thing that’s on it. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his legs propped up on the coffee table, crossed at his ankles and he’s leaning back against the cushion, arms crossed while one hand fiddles with his bottom lip. I’m certain he’s not even aware of his staring, zoned out and in his own little world.
I try to stay focused on my essay in front of me. It's absolutely crucial that I finish this tonight and with only 500 words to go, I’m feeling that swirl of motivation, desperations and boredom that threatens to pull me away from the nearly finished document. And with Josh’s stupidly pretty blue eyes staring at me, I feel like I’m losing the battle.
“Stop staring at me,” I mumble, glancing at him quickly before turning my attention to the notebook that sits beside me, flipping through it to find my reading notes, “It’s distracting.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds and I know he’s faking shock, “I’m not even doing anything!” he lies, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “Honest.”
“Honest my ass.” I shoot back, enjoying the playful banter while I scan my notes, thinking of what else I have left to discuss.
“Speaking of your ass,” he says, his voice shifted into a near growl, moving his laptop to the cushion beside him, preparing to move into my space.
I hold my hand up, not looking up from my notes, finally seeing the bit of information I need, “No,” I say sternly, “I am finishing this.” my hand moves, pointing at him now, “You will not distract me.”
“But-”
“Joshua,” I warn playfully, glancing up to meet his gaze, barely stifling a laugh at his puppy dog eyes, bottom lip pushed out in a soft pout.
“I will not distract you,” he mumbles grumpily.
My hand returns to my keyboard, fingers wiggling over the keys as my brain decides what it wants to say, “Thank you.”
He tries his best to keep his eyes to himself, focusing on his own laptop, which has taken its rightful place on his lap again. And now that his eyes are, at least for the most part, not on me, I can focus a little more on the subject at hand. I work almost on autopilot, switching between tabs to work on my citations as I go and my notes. By the time I’m editing and revising, he’s growing restless again, squirming in his seat and huffing to himself and I know it’s only a matter of time before -
“Babe,”
“Yes, Josh?”
“Are you almost done?”
“M’editing.”
“Can you hurry up?”
I look up, a startled laugh bubbling from my chest at his bluntness, “Why?” I ask through my laugh.
His head falls back on the couch and his hands cover his face before he gives me his answer.
“I'm so horny.”
And then I’m laughing again, and he’s pouting and sulking and scowling at me and that only makes me laugh harder, “poor baby,” I comment, pulling my face into a pout to mock him just a little.
“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!” He exclaims, slamming his laptop shut, “You’re over there looking like a whole snack-”
“I’m wearing sweatpants.”
“And all I can think about taking you to the-”
“Don’t say it.”
“-Bone zone, and christ babe, can you just be done? It’s not even due tomorrow.”
I shake my head at him fondly, “Give me 10 more minutes.” I try.
His head falls back on a loud groan that makes it sound like I asked him to wait a month for it. But I’ve turned back to my laptop, scrolling to the top of the page to look over my words carefully. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before he closes his laptop, and begins to slide closer to me on the couch.
“Josh,” I warn half heartedly as his lips find my neck.
“‘M not doin’ anything.” he assures, “Keep working, I’m not even here.”
I try, focusing on a sentence that doesn't quite sound as intellectual as it could, but his lips are hot and wet against the sensitive skin on my neck that the words on the screen don’t seem so important anymore. A hand leaves my keyboard, opting instead to run through the short hairs on the back of his head, up to the top of it so I can run my nails along his scalp.
“Baby,” I sigh,
He hums in response, one of his hands moving to shut my laptop sliding it off my lap so he can grab my hip instead. I let him, all of my focus now on him and my burning need. He uses his grip on my hip to pull me onto his lap, lips trailing up my neck and jaw until he finds mine. And then he has me captured in a searing kiss, breathing me in deeply as his hands immediately drift down to the globes of my ass. He pulls a hand back, bringing it down with a sound smack that fills the near silent living room. The sensation pulls a gasp and a laughing growl from my lips.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” I mutter against your lips.
He grins cheekily at me, noses brushing together roughly, “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
I hum, biting his lip just enough to draw a breath from him, flicking my tongue out to soothe the pain over, “Know what else I love?”
He hums, capturing my lips in a dirty, wet kiss in reply. My hand drifts down his chest to the bulge in his sweats, gripping it in my hand and palming it. His jaw drops, corner of his mouth twitch up in the shadow of a smile, hips arching up into my touch with a small shudder.
“This.”
It’s urgent after that, kisses turned desperate with a sharp edge of hunger as his hands work mine and his pants off as quick as he can. I scramble backwards, kicking them off before sinking down to rest between his parted thighs. I don’t waste a moment, giving his hard length a few pumps before taking his tip into my mouth. His reaction is instantaneous; a punched out, breathless moan and a hand tangled in my hair, encouraging me to go deeper.
I take him in as deep as I can, holding him there for a moment before pulling back, letting my hand pump his now slick shaft while my mouth works the tip, sliding the tip of my tongue against his slit and enjoying the twitch of his hips it earns me.
“Oh baby, yes.” he moans, head rolling back on the couch but not taking his eyes off of me.
I hum at the praise, pleased at his reaction. He doesn’t let me suck him off for long, pulling me up after a few more moments and kissing me, almost apologetic, “Sorry, babe, I need you now.”
He makes quick work of my panties, sliding them off my hips, down my thighs and letting gravity handle the rest before pulling me onto the couch to straddle his lap. He kisses me, deep and dirty, pulling my hips closer so that the tip of his cock, still slick with my spit, brushes against my folds.
“Josh,” I breathe after a moment of neither of us making the final movie.
“What?” He asks, readjusting his grip on my hips, “What do you want?”
“You,” I sigh, grinding down just enough that the tip on his slides into me, “Want your dick.”
“Take it baby.”
And that’s all the encouragement I need.
I sink down onto him, with the help of his hand gripping the base of his cock. He enters me, inch by oh-so-satisfying inch, our heads falling together, forehead pressed against forehead, breathing out sharply in pleasure. I sink all the way down until my ass reaches his thighs, clenching around his periodically as I lower myself. His fingers grip my hips, head rolling back against the couch, eyes half lidded and trained on me.
“How’s it feeling?” I ask teasingly, knowing by the crease in his eyebrows that he’s barely holding back.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, teeth digging into his bottom lip, “So fucking good, baby girl.”
“Wanna fuck it?” I ask, grinding down in a slow, circular movement that has his teeth grinding together with the effort of keeping his control.
He doesn’t answer, instead adjusting his grip on my hips and maneuvering me into raising my hips up and down, thrusting up to meet me in the middle and punching a gasp from my lungs. I follow his movements easily, pushing down every time he thrusts up, creating a delicious push and pull between our bodies. My head falls back and his lips attach themselves to the exposed skin of my neck as my fingers grip at the fabric of his T-shirt at his shoulders.
“Fuck, Josh,” I moan.
He replied with a moan of his own, fingers flexing against my hips and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of my neck. My senses are filled to the brim with him; his scent, his skin, his actions. They overwhelm me completely and it doesn’t take long until the pleasure begins to build. He bites down particularly hard on the juncture between my shoulder and my neck and I can’t help the sound that leaves my throat.
“Mm, you like that huh?” He asks, lips quirked up in a coy smirk, “Like knowing I’m marking you up?”
“Only like it because it makes you go - fuck - feral,” I tease back, voice wobbling with my movements.
He growls, capturing my lips again and thrusting up harder, “Fuck,” he groans, “Baby, I’m not gonna last.” he warms, pressing our foreheads together and looking into my eyes as he grabs one of my hands, guiding it down to my clit, “Touch yourself for me.”
His hand finds it way back to my hip, helping me guide my movements as I begin rubbing tight circles on my clit. I breath out in pleasure, my jaw dropping, gaze never breaking from his.
“That’s it princess,” he encourages, “Make yourself feel good.”
“Yes,” I breath, feeling the pleasure building at the base of my spine begin the crescendo, “Yes, fuck Josh, yes, I’m gonna~”
My eyes roll back, hips slowing to a grind as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, low whines and whimpers making their way out of my throat as I clench and spasm around him. He doesn’t stop, hips thrusting against mine still, jostling my whole body with the force of them and drawing sharp cries from my lips as he brushes my G-spot with every thrust.
“Josh,” I gasp out, hands gripping his biceps, a plea for a break from the seemingly endless waves of over stimulating pleasure.
“Just a little more,” he breaths, one arm wrapping around my waist to drag me closer to him while the other reaches up to first in my hair, “God, feels so fucking good, princess, I’m gonna fucking cum,”
He thrusts a few more times before stilling, letting out a series of breathless groans as he fills me up. It’s a feeling that never gets old, and it sends a low pulse of arousal through me. We sit in the aftermath, breathing heavily but kissing despite our breathlessness.
“God, that never gets old.” he sighs, chuckling a little.
I hum in agreement, “Too bad we made a mess of the couch.” His eyes glimmer with mischief, smirking up at me, “Josh,” I warn.
He wiggles his eyebrows, “Let’s see how dirty we can really get it.”
#joshua washington#josh washington#josh washington x reader#josh washington/reader#smut#until dawn#rami malek fic#rami malek smut#rami malek x reader#rami malek / reader
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Hi, rank the skam france characters for chaotic vibes and rank them for energy levels. 🤗
ahh sorry this took me so long to answer but i’ve finally done it (maybe)
just so this isn’t a novel’s length, i’m just gonna do the grew and lamifex
chaotic vibes
lucas lallemant- have u met him even one time. king of chaos and that’s on periodt luv.
basile savary- the gang are the most chaotic characters in skamfr and we love them for it. sometimes i forget how chaotic baz is because he’s such a sweetheart too, but then i rewatch s3 and i’m like ah, yes, the one who fell over in one of the first clips he was ever in.
arthur broussard- got hit by a car on friday and went to school on monday. if that doesn’t scream chaotic vibes idek what does.
yann cazas- i would prepare a powerpoint of every instagram photo yann has ever been a part of as evidence, but that would make this even longer, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
jo- we barely know her but i just f e e l those vibes from her. everything she’s done in every clip i’ve seen her in is just so chaotic in the best way possible.
alexia martineau- pink and blue hair screams chaos vibes i don’t make the rules!! also, remember when she said we should organize a hunger games for population control?
emma borges- re: my other vibe post, she talked to a horse to help her solve her life problems. godspeed my queen.
max- all of lamifex rules by chaos and i think that’s SO sexy of them. i do be thinking about the beginning of the vid jo made where max kept accidentally getting in the shot quite often.
sekou- vibe lord vibing and dancing with jo and max while lola and maya fall in love. the least chaotic of the jo/max/sekou trio, but chaotic enough. bless him.
daphne lecomte- we didn’t watch daphne go into full on chaos mode in season 1 and 2 over charles for her to end up at the bottom of the list.
eliott demaury- he’s more mysterious than chaotic, or maybe comes across as too cool to be chaotic. like, he has a secret street art persona known for getting to all these places other people can’t which, on the surface, is chaotic, but for some reason it doesn’t seem as chaotic because it’s him. idk i’m talking out of my ass at this point.
lola lecomte- she slapped a bitch to the upside down. case closed.
manon demissy- manon is the most feral of the nooras and u can quote me on that but otherwise she’s not as chaotic as most of the rest of our skamfr pals.
maya etienne- not much chaos, tbh, just a beautiful lovely flower who wants to save the whales and kiss pretty girls. valid, so valid. i’ll give her a lil chaos point for doing urbex tho.
imane bakhellal- none of the sanas are very chaotic, i mean, someone has to balance out the rest of the squad’s chaos, and imane comes in clutch for them.
energy levels
jo- she koala jumped on eliott the first time we met her. i cannot wait to see what other energetic fuckery she gets up to.
daphne lecomte- relating back to her levels of chaos, these two are intrinsically tied together, but her energy edges out the chaos. bubbly hyper energetic icon.
eliott demaury- sunshine baby who is physically incapable of not bouncing while he walks and smiles hard enough to create world peace.
alexia martineau- another ray of sunshine, plus, she dances and has a million hobbies which i’d say requires much energy.
basile savary- remember when they had to yell at him to quiet down when lucas introduced eliott as his boyfriend? yeah.
lucas lallemant- every party scene. he do be dancin. he’s just a bit more subdued than some others in everyday life, but he still got energy to spare.
sekou- smart ppl aren’t always the most energetic but u can tell he’s the kind of person who dives into one topic and can talk about it for days on end, and that’s a special type of energy that we love to see.
arthur broussard- u gotta have a lot of energy to bounce back out of bed after you’ve been hit by a car. (i’m sorry about all the car jokes, no i won’t stop)
manon demissy- manon leaning over to daphne on the bed in season one saying “i bet i can make you excited”. that’s all.
max- all of lamifex has an inherently strong energy level, but i think that jo takes up about 75% of it sekou has about 15% and max and maya have 10% and 5%, respectively.
maya etienne- enough energy to keep up with the rest of lamifex, but she’s definitely the most chill and serene of their crew. jo, max, and sekou are probably going off on the reg and maya’s there to bring them back down to earth.
yann cazas- least energetic of the gang but that’s just because his vibes are so strong on their own that he doesn’t need extra energy to back it up. live ur truth king.
emma borges- she has energy when the situation permits, but she’s mostly pretty chill. yes girl go girl give us nothing!
imane bakhellal- definitely not the most energetic but it works in her favor because it provides a nice balance within the girl squad. imane is on one end of the spectrum, daphne is on the other.
lola lecomte- i don’t think energetic is a word i’d use to describe lola, and i don’t think it needs to be. i just want her to be HAPPY goddamnit.
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Fluffvember Day 22
Prompt: Going on a Trip
MidoriyaxReader
Contains: Fluff, Smut, the word “Pussy” (but after that is technically GN) Dubcon?? Size kink, “Master” mentioned
Word Count: 1.6
Ry: Idk how this turned into Smut ;; i am so sorry
Stretching as you got out of the car, you grinned at yourself, glad you had come on this vacation with your amazing boyfriend. Since the two of you had graduated and become Pro Heroes, you rarely had chances like this. But, you had gotten this amazing hot spring vacation for your birthday from Izuku, who was just as excited to spend the weekend with you.
Without any interruptions, which was very rare considering your friends always showed up to your shared apartment on the weekends or any day off, really. If it wasn’t Ochako, Tsuyu and Tenya, it was Denki, Mina and Sero, occasionally with Bakugou and Kirishima, but they worked most nights.
Izuku smiled beside you as he grabbed the bags out of the trunk.
“Are you excited?” he asked.
“So much!” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
His face breaks out in a flustery blush, “I’m glad,” he replies.
The two of you head inside, Izuku checking you in. The woman leads you to a room, unlocking it and giving you the key.
“Dinner will be served at 7. Oh, and your room has a private open air bath.” she told the both of you before bowing and taking her leave.
Walking in, you grin in excitement, looking around as Izuku sets down the bags in the corner and sits down, stretching out a bit.
“Wow, love, this is amazing!” you say, your bright eyes sparkling.
He smiles happily, holding out his arms for you, wanting to hold you after the long drive. You slip into his lap, your legs on either side of his as you face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his snake around your waist. His face quickly buries in the space between your neck and shoulder, his lips brushing against your exposed skin.
“I can’t wait to just hold you all weekend,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.
You smile, playing with his soft fluffy hair, humming softly for a moment.
“It’s going to be so nice,” you say, lifting his face up to meet yours before pressing your lips together.
Softly, at first, before Izuku deepens the kiss, having missed just being able to hold you close like this and kiss you. Your lips move together as you straddle his lap, his hands placed firmly on your hips, his fingers gently squeezing every now and then.
“Puppy,” his husky, lust filled voice pierces your ears through the kisses and you shiver, gently nipping at his bottom lip in response. He groans, bucking his hips up and grinding into you, your hips being controlled by his large hands. Letting out a sweet moan, his eyes seem to darken as he flips the two of you over, hovering over you and looking into your eyes.
“Let’s really enjoy this break,” he said, smirking down at you.
“Mmm, I’d love that, handsome man,” you coo, touching his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his soft skin.
Izuku lets out a soft groan at your praise, after all, the man loved it. He lived for you to praise and make him feel large.
You smirk, “My big, sexy man,” you say, your words thick with lust, biting your bottom lip and wiggling your hips up, gently grinding against his growing bulge. “The number one hero. My number one hero, Izuku,” you say, your eyes lidded as you watch him shudder.
He lets out a feral growl, one you know all too well, leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulders flesh. You let out a loud yelp that dissolves into a moan, his tongue moving over the wound. Practically ripping your button up shirt off of your frame, he stares at you with hungry eyes before he leans back in.
Again, his teeth sink into your collarbone, him sucking at the flesh for a moment. As he moves down your body with his teeth and tongue, marking you along the way, your fingers tangle in his hair. Gently yanking at it every now and then as they curl into his scalp.
“Oh Izuku,” you moan out, rolling your hips every now and then.
Finally, he reaches your pantline, not giving a second thought before he tosses them and your underwear aside in one swift movement. His emerald eyes darkened as they stared at your wetness, licking his lips. Head between your thighs, his tongue lapped at your juices like a thirsty animal. His face buried into your pussy, his tongue going wild, his hands squeezing into your thighs.
He was like a feral animal who had finally found food after so long. But, he was always like this. His favorite place was between your thighs. Probing the entrance at first before delving in, his tongue went as deep as it possibly could. As it explored your hole fervently, you gripped his hair, thighs shivering violently as you came from simply his tongue after a few minutes. This man knew how to please you.
You gripped his hair tightly, shoving his face deeper into you, “Izuku!” you moaned out, your thighs squeezing against his face as he kept up his pace as you ground into his face, cumming hard. Panting softly as your legs shuddered once more. Izuku looked up at you, his face covered in your slick, licking his lips as he watched you. Quickly, he was out of his clothing, all of it tossed aside in a puddle on the floor.
“Did my puppy enjoy that?” he said, shifting himself between your legs. His legs between yours now, his hands on your knees as he lined up his stiffened member.
“I enjoyed it so much,” you purr, wiggling your hips a bit as you practically beg with your eyes. “Fill me with your huge cock, Zuku,” you told him, gently nipping at your bottom lip.
“Anything for my baby,” Another feral growl left his chest as he slammed inside of you, letting out a groan. “F-Fuck, puppy, you’re so tight.”
You look down instinctively, watching as his huge member can only fill half way.
He noticed too, his cock throbbing as he shivered a bit, he loved the fact he couldn’t fully fit you without some serious effort.
“I-Izu… you’re so big…!” you moan, whimpering softly as he slowly begins to pull out.
“But you take it so well,” he encourages before slamming back into you, receiving a loud scream turned moan, then pulling back out at an agonizing pace.
Looking down at you, his eyes darkened with lust, he licked his lips as he lifted his hand, two fingers gently brushing against your lips. You comply, parting your lips before he slips them inside. Your tongue obediently sucks and licks at the digits in your mouth, choking just a bit when he suddenly spreads them and shoves them inside your mouth, down your throat. His smirk tells you that was what he wanted to see. Pulling his fingers back, you let out a soft whine. The hand on your knee moved down to your thigh as he kept up the pace of slamming into you and slowly pulling out. His hand moved down to his own mouth and he licked away your saliva, smirking at you.
“P-Please, Izu...” you whimper as he teases you with the slow pace.
“Please what, puppy?”
“F-Faster,” you beg, “Please use my hole more, Master,” you whine out, your hips trying their best to roll into him, even with his large strong hand holding onto you.
A shiver ran down his spine and he grabbed your thighs with both hands before he began slamming into you repeatedly, no longer taking his time. You screamed out in pleasure, the sounds of slapping and squelching the only other things filling the room.
He kept up this quick pace as he stared down at your adorable, sex driven face. Your tongue lopped to the side as you panted, enjoying every stroke. You could feel your orgasm coming closer right as he pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of being so empty.
"Let me see that cute ass," he said, licking his lips as he looked you over.
You nod obediently, flipping around and wiggling your bottom in a teasing manner.
He bites down on his bottom lip, stifling what would have been a very loud moan. Lining himself up, he gently rubs the tip of his still wet cock against your hole. He loved watching himself fill you up, having probably one of the biggest size kinks. Suddenly, you're full again and yelping out, your body shuddering.
“Mmm, nearly there, puppy,” he said, his dusky voice filling your ears as he grinned and began pushing deeper into you. From behind you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, this hand resting on your shoulder blade, holding you still. While the other went around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach as he pushed deeper inside. “Can you feel me right here?” he asks, gently tracing the outline of his cock in your belly.
Letting out unintelligible mumbles, you whine into the pillow, gently biting into it as you nod, unable to really respond. All you can feel is pleasure and pressure, your body feeling so full. It’d been a while since he had tried to push his entire length into you, but you just moaned happily, loving it. The hand on your shoulder finds your neck and gently squeezes.
“Such a cute puppy,” he praises as he grunts, having just finished pushing in all the way.
Gently, his hand on your stomach traces himself before moving to your ass. Giving it a squeeze before holding onto your hip, pulling nearly all the way out, only the tip still inside before slamming back into you and slowly building up his pace again. After only a minute, he’s pounding into you at full speed and you’re pretty sure you can’t feel your body anymore as you cum hard on his cock, tightening. You moan-yell out his name, your entire body shivering with pleasure.
He groans loudly, feeling you tighten around him. “Y/N!” he groans, slamming in one last time, releasing inside of you, painting your insides white. Shivering as he finishes, he moves inside of you before pulling out, biting his lip at the gentle pop and squishing sound your hole makes.
He pulls you up into his lap, holding you close as you pant softly, nuzzling into him. “Ah, that was so nice,” he says in your ear, using a scarred finger to trace random patterns into your glistening skin.
“That was amazing, Izuku,” you purr, turning to kiss his jawline. “I can’t wait for the rest of this trip,” you say, giggling mischievously.
“Mmm, me too… how about we go try out that private outdoor bath?” he suggested, looking towards the door that led to it.
You grin and nod, knowing that it’ll feel amazing on your lower back after that pounding he gave you. You’d have to return the favor later.
#bnha#mha#midoriya izuku#izuku x you#older izuku#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya#smut#bnha smut#mha smut#18 and up#idk how it happened#its not that great#applepiry#applepiry.content
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Pls share some of your fave bob fics!!!!!!!! Ive read quite a few but the i want some bourbon/you want some oranges series by jouissant is perfect omfg. I also love a few degrees warmer by bigboobedcanuck and it starts in holland by luluren!!!!!!
anon I am SO sorry I know this is like months late but I just finally got around to logging in on my laptop so I hope you’re still here and want to see all my recs
first thing’s first: here’s some of my own (including my critically acclaimed ace gene fic)
now a disclaimer I’m gonna give before I post all my recs is that I haven’t kept up with bob fics since I was about 17, which is almost 6 years ago now, and as a result all of these are gonna be The Oldies, with maybe one or two written within the last two years pero like......they all still slap I just want u to know they’re not Recent so u may have already read them
the above the sea series - really cute, they work in an aquarium, it’s got some good sweet gen kill/the pacific crossover action (the bradray is immaculate)
the luckiest - winnix modern au, they meet bc nix get wasted and winds up in dick’s back yard hanging out with his dog
the art of perseverance - baberoe high school au, modern setting, very cute prom shenanigans, written by a friend of mine who I love dearly bc everything she does just Hits
say it with your lips on me - written by another dear friend who I love dearly who any time I read one of her fics I go crazy ahh go stupid bc they’re just so tender, baberoe college au, modern setting
the telegraph avenue series - this shit was what everyone went feral for back in my bob days and it’s bc it slapped SO hard. the characters are so good, the setting is even better, the baberoe slow burn knocked me on my ass several times
alone together - if u haven’t read kelly’s novel length college au crossover fic idk what to tell u besides never speak to me again until u do. when she was still writing it I stayed up until 3am the night before I had my wisdom teeth taken out just to get caught up
a new mode of living - this is my VERY FAVE speirs/lipton fic, I reread it regularly, the tender yearning kills me every single time. set directly post war, they figure out how to make do
reverse pathetic fallacy - the tender pneumonia fic everyone’s always wanted
blinds - baberoe modern au, they meet bc babe accidentally climbs through gene’s window when he means to climb into bill’s
you look like my next mistake - baberoe high school au, modern setting, kissing booth shenanigans
#anyone: do u have any recs?#me: have u read everything me and my friends have ever done#band of brothers#fic recs#long post#asks#anon
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For that smut prompt, I suggest A 10, 12 and 14 (I’m really curious to see how you’re gonna write that bc a) your smut scenes are one of my absolute faves gosh, and I’ve been reading fanfics for like 10 years now ok b) idk if you’re comfortable with writing something “tamer” than the usual horror you know so~ I hope there’s gonna be some “light” too ;)) I seriously hope it’s not arrogant/demanding of me to suggest more than one prompt omg I’m sorry if that’s the case!! :x btw all with tomione!
Well, these aren’t long! I don’t have a ton of time on my hands and I should be practicing on being succinct with my words. So here you are :) I’ve filled all three. Hope you enjoy these, nonny!
A-10 Trying a New Position
Warnings: Bad BDSM etiquette.
“Untie me this instant,” Hermione hissed with her cheek pressed into the bed.
When she’d agreed to try something new, to spice things up with Tom, this was not what she had in mind.
But how was she to know that he would-would bloody tie her up?
With a whispered curse she still could not interpret for the life of her, she’d found herself face first on the bed, her wrists bound to her ankles, her knees on the bed, and her arse hiked all the way up. He could probably see under her skirt like this, could see the frumpy knickers she’d picked out that morning and Merlin—
Hermione’s cheeks were so hot she thought they might catch fire.
“No, I don’t think I will.”
Hermione sputtered, something angry and feral wrenching in her stomach, perhaps a foul cuss word she’d overheard Ron use when he was incensed. The words never came, however.
For at that moment, Tom stepped up behind her, his hands trailing up the backs of her knees and thighs before pausing over her clothed bottom. Hermione squirmed, attempting to shut her legs, only to find that she could not. He had bloody spelled them open, locked them into place.
She was going to kill him.
“I’ve often wondered what you’d look like. You’ve not allowed me to take a look at you before tugging me into a darkened corner to—”
“Shut up,” Hermione interrupted, hands balling into helpless fists when his hands began to knead at her arse, nails digging into the skin hard enough to cut and bruise. “This is embarrassing. I’m not even—”
Hermione bit back the words before she said them.
Good Godric.
What was she thinking? I’m not even what?
“Hermione, it hardly matters what knickers you’re wearing. One way or another, they’ll be coming off.”
Hermione swallowed hard when Tom’s fingers teased at the waistband of her knickers, the touch making her skin prickle and heat up with sudden awareness. Hermione’s throat went dry.
“And there is nothing you can do about it. Though—” Tom’s voice rumbled over her, his tone taking on a curious and seductive lilt that made her insides itch. It was the same one he used when he wanted something, when he was curling his fingers beneath her skirt and making her heart stutter.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. Warmth began to trickle down her thighs like a flood.
“—I think you like that, don’t you, Hermione?” Tom asked, one of his hands sliding further into her knickers to squeeze the bare skin of her bum, kneading and rubbing the skin. “You like it when you’re powerless, when I surprise you.”
What?
Hermione laughed nervously, the sound shrill to her own ears.
“You’ve been hiding behind your regulation length skirts and darkened corners, but no, Hermione, not anymore—”
Hermione’s knickers vanished without warning. She let out a breath between clenched teeth, eyes shooting up to glance behind her.
She couldn’t. Look, that was. She didn’t know whether that was a blessing or a curse.
“Oh.”
Hermione tried not to squirm at the pleased note in his words, at the way his hands slipped over her bum and parted her further for his inspection. She bit into her cheek to stop from letting out a whimper, to bite back all the noises that wanted to escape her.
She’d never felt more exposed.
Her skin was on fire. The flesh between her legs, throbbing and oozing. She could feel it, each rivulet gathering in her folds.
Sweet Circ, please let him not—
“You’re so wet for me,” Tom purred, his hands tightening to the point of pain, till she was certain she would bruise, could trace each indent of his fingers pressed against her skin in the mirror for days on end.
“I-I-” Hermione started to say but stopped. She didn’t know what to say. She was—oh gods—she was mortified. Nothing she could say or do would hide the fact that she was aroused, that him tying her down and exposing her made her skin tighten with desire.
“T-Tom, just—”
“If only you could see what I see, Hermione. You look—”
Hermione gasped when he pressed against her back, something hot and bare and familiar lining along her wet folds.
When had he gotten undressed?
Hermione’s thoughts melted when a finger inched closer, pressed nearer to her folds but didn’t touch. She clenched, twitched and shifted, no longer trying to squirm away.
“Tell me to stop,” Tom said, a note of something mocking and taut in his voice. He was at the end of his tether. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
She didn’t say a word. It’d be a lie. She always wanted him, even when she shouldn’t, when there was something about him that made her brain itch and twitch with discomfort.
“Tom,” Hermione began to say before her words melted into a sharp cry when his hand slapped against her arse, hard and unyielding. She swore something foul, shifted and tried to move away, but his hold on her hip and the spell he’d used kept her permanently in place.
“You’re not listening.”
Hermione cried out when another blow landed on her skin, the thwack like a Bombarda had been cast in the room she’d dragged him into after lessons had ended for the day.
“Tell me you don’t want me to use you, right here and now. That you don’t want me to take you like the pretty little sacrifice you are.”
Hermione quivered, but the words, they refused to come. Not when he took that moment to smack her arse a third, fourth, and fifth time, his palm rubbing against the stinging skin each time.
The pain only made her insides tighter, her nails bit into her palms.
Please.
“Tell me.”
Tom thrust inside her with a growl, and Hermione keened. He stretched her, broke her open, and she relished in the sting, in the warmth of his hand settling over her hip pushing her closer, him deeper.
“Don’t stop,” Hermione groaned, voice cracking at the edges when he pulled back until only the head of his prick remained, and pushed back in.
Her toes curled, her mouth falling open with her cries when Tom did not stop. He pushed and pulled inside her, his hand falling away from her hip to slide down the bumps of her spine and curl over the back of her neck.
It was possessive.
A breathless laugh escaped her, unable to stop herself even when Tom’s hips shifted and he began to thrust violently into her g-spot. Writhing, her vision went white and black in spurts, a kaleidoscope of color manifesting before her eyes.
Her stomach quivered, going taut.
She could taste her climax on her tongue, dancing along her periphery.
Just a little—
Hermione cried out when Tom’s fingers suddenly dug into her neck, bit into the skin and raked them up her spine. The pain was excruciating, the burn, unlike anything she’d experienced before.
She loved it. This was what he gave her, what he did only for her. He was a beast, a monster. She lived for the moment his resolve crumbled into nothing.
—a little more.
She came to the bite of his nails, the violence in his thrusts pushing against her g-spot, and the sound of her name—broken and breathless—from his lips. It flooded her, this warmth. Consumed her.
He broke her only to remake her again, for his warmth to spread through her with his own release after crying out her name.
“Hermione.”
He stopped above her, the scent of his sheets and her sweat and their sex thick in the air. It oozed from between her legs, pores, and she sank into it. Purred and relished it, luxuriated in his attention, in the way he scooped her up the very second the spell ended and carried her away.
She had reservations about Tom. She did. Even after accepting the fact that they were, in fact, dating, she was still hesitant. Unsure.
But it was in these moments after he’d spent himself, had pleasured her into near collapse, that he was capable of love even if he liked to pretend that he was not.
He was hers.
Hers. Hers. Hers.
Even if he wanted to deny it. She owned him, mind body and soul.
“That’s a good boy.”
A-12 Phone/Video Sex
Warnings: Tom’s weird violent thoughts.
Tom watched her.
From the curve of her hip to the dimple of her cheek and to the scars dotting along her collarbone where she’d broken it when she’d fallen off her broom. Tom noted them, memorized her skin.
He didn’t know much about technology, having lived in the early 1950s until rather recently, but this—
This was perhaps the greatest blessing of being thrust into the future.
(Aside from the fact that he had time to become someone else, to begin again, to grab the world by its hair and force it to its knees).
“I’ve never—” Tom found himself saying, his throat going dry when Hermione undid the braid keeping her hair together. She was already naked, bare. Each line of her veins could be seen beneath the lightness of her wrists, and he wished he could touch them.
Taste her with my tongue.
He’d worship the skin, savor the beat, beat, beat of her pulse until she begged for his teeth to sink into that flesh and make blood bloom. Bleed her out until her lilac sheets and caramel skin was peppered with droplets of blood and purpling bruises.
“I know. Just watch.”
He did.
She moved further back, beyond the camera until the rest of her body was bared to him. From the gash between her thighs, slick and gleaming even in the shadowy expanse of her bedroom, to the dusky notes of her nipples and the scars marring the perfect skin at its center.
His mouth flooded with saliva, his tongue hot and heavy in his mouth, hungering to lav over her, into the gash in her thighs.
Her fingers rose, gliding from her breasts, trailing over a nipple and gliding lower still. Tom’s own hand itched. He didn’t move. He refused to. He refused to look away, for even a moment, to touch his hardened flesh. He was throbbing, oozing for her and she’d done nothing yet.
He would have found it pathetic if he weren’t so consumed. Obsessed.
“Hermione—”
“Shh, just watch,” Hermione said between clenched teeth as her hand fell to the apex of her thighs, parting the fat lips to bare more of herself to his gaze. He devoured it, entranced by the pearly sheen and the way her thighs quivered when her middle finger circled around a pink bud above the opening.
“T-this is how I want you to—”Hermione’s words melted into a moan, fingers gliding faster, the wet squelch of her juices like orchestral notes to his own ears. He couldn’t look away, could only watch, his own stiff cock begging to be touched.
He wanted more.
“Put them inside you,” Tom groaned, unsure of where the words had come. He didn’t regret them, would never reel them back. His hand found his own flesh, curling over the head to stroke himself, to find the rhythm of her own fingers and imagine that it was those same hands touching him.
His finger curled over the head, and he closed his eyes, imagining from behind his eyelids that she was there, here.
“Tom, p-please.”
His eyes fell open. His breath halted.
Two fingers were inside her, thrusting and pushing. Tom swore something beneath his breath, his own hand stroking faster, gliding and tracing over his shaft. He’d never bothered before, to touch himself, to waste his time on chasing after physical pleasure but—
He learned his body within short moments, knew what he liked, squeezed and pushed into his hand to the image of Hermione’s fingers curling inside her, her face sweaty and flushed. Tom licked his lips.
“What is it that you want? What do you want me to do?” He said between clenched teeth, voice breaking. His stomach was tight, but he imagined that she would be so much tighter. Perfect.
“Do you want me inside you? Touching you? That is my fingers leading you?”
At Hermione’s responding moan, at the way her hands grew more frantic, Tom almost came undone. She was beautiful. A vision.
He wanted to eat her. To possess her until this moment was forever burned into his memory. Until he could feel her writhing inside him. Begging and twisting for more, more, more.
“You would be so wonderful, Hermione. You’d be so warm and soft, your insides tight around me. Your voice sweet as I took you.” His breath hitched, desperate, imagining that it was, indeed, her stroking him. That she was there, that he was buried inside her and listening to her cries as he ripped them out of her impertinent little mouth.
He was going mad. Fraying at the seams.
Was this what it was to yearn?
“Yes. Yes.” Hermione cried out, her body quivering and trembling. There was a roll to her hips, a moment where her eyes and mouth went wide, as if unseeing, and then—
He tumbled over the edge, the wet squelch of her fingers in his ears and the pink of her cunt in his mind. The image in front of his computer blurred–or was that his eyes? He couldn’t be sure, couldn’t be certain of anything at all–before he blinked it away.
The image of Hermione sharpened, the divets of her hips and the lashes framing her eyes so clear that he itched to sink into the screen, to touch her and feel her.
He curled his hand into a fist instead, watched her eyelids twitch and her rising chest slow. As if she’d fallen asleep.
Tom watched her.
For now.
He’d do more than watch next time.
A-14 Face Sitting
Warnings: A bit of pain play, power imbalance, and disturbing thoughts.
Hermione’s thighs clenched around Riddle’s head, his breath hot and wet against her cunt.
“This was not what I had in mind when I suggested we try something new,” Riddle murmured into the curve of her thigh, his arms bound to the headboard.
He could get out at any time if he wished it, she knew. But he wouldn’t.
That was the most arousing thing of all.
He hated to be without control, but for her, he’d do what she asked. He had a mask to maintain, after all. He still thought she didn’t know just how terrible he was, that he was nothing more than a monster in the guise of a human boy.
Hermione repressed a smile when his eyes fell to the flushed skin between her thighs, devouring it with a voracious hunger he could not hide, to slowly trail up her stomach, drink in the sight of her naked breasts, and stop on her face.
A laugh rumbled from her chest that she could not contain.
“But I find I have no compunctions with what you’ve planned for us this evening.”
Tom’s breath hitched when she inched closer, her thighs squeezing his head until her own thighs quivered, until they ached. She hoped he ached too. She wanted him to hurt. For him to weep and beg for the pleasure of worshiping her.
The flash of something—irritation, arousal, disdain? Hermione couldn’t be sure—that flickered in his eyes only made the monster writhing in her chest purr, the same vengeful creature that swore she’d make him pay, plan with excruciating detail how she’d make Tom Riddle fall.
Lord Voldemort did not worship, but here, now—
Tom Riddle would.
“Whether you have reservations hardly matters,” She said as she pressed closer, forcing her hips against his mouth before he could reply, savoring in the wet press of his lips along her folds. “You’re bound and without a wand.”
The flat of Tom’s tongue wedged between her slit and Hermione shuddered, her insides curling with warmth.
Yes.
“I could kill you, right now, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it,” Hermione murmured as she inched closer to sit atop his face, pushing her cunt into his mouth until he could do nothing but suck and lap at her, swallow down her wetness and drown.
She wanted him to choke. She squeezed his head harder to make sure he couldn’t escape this. Not that he’d try. The heat in his eyes told her he had no such thoughts.
Good.
“I can steal your breaths. Suffocate you between my thighs, and you’d allow it. You’d let me.”
Hermione moaned when his tongue circled and pushed into her clit, mimicking the motions she herself used to touch herself, with practiced ease. It should have disturbed her how good he was at this despite never having been with someone before, but—
Tom Riddle was a quick learner, she found.
Of course.
He nipped her clit, and she rolled her hips, a cry tumbling from her mouth. It had hurt, but the wet press of his tongue curling over the bud soothed the ache. Righted the wrong. Her hand carded through his hair and shoved him closer, relishing in the strands of hair that tore away from his scalp and the moan that escaped him.
Lord Voldemort hungered for power, but she’d make Tom Riddle crave pain.
She shoved her hips against him with more gusto, fury and delight and something else that she refused to acknowledge itching beneath her skin. He kissed and devoured her, sucking into her clit and flicking his tongue over the bud in time to her jerks.
Yes.
Her skin tightened, her toes curling with each smooth pass of his tongue and flash of something—violence, revenge, revenge, hunger, revenge—in his eyes before they closed and he swallowed her down.
Laughter left her, made the tell-tale twist of her innards as her orgasm grew closer, more tantalizing. The point of this wasn’t her own pleasure. It had never been. But she’d take it. She’d take everything that Tom Riddle offered.
If only to throw it back in his face, to show him that she was the one in control and that he—
—was nothing.
His teeth sank into a fat lip, and she keened, her nails digging into his scalp and her other hand curling over her wand to level it on his throat, to press it against his pulse point. His eyes slowly opened, flickering to her hand before returning to hers. Something feral, violent overtook her then.
Watch your teeth.
She said it with her eyes, but she knew he would understand, could read between the lines of her wand in his neck and the violence curling her lips.
And even if he couldn’t, he was a mind reader. He knew Legilimancy. She’d checked. Dotted her ‘I’s and crossed her ‘t’s. He was still a budding dark lord, but she, she was a war veteran.
His mouth gentled against her, obeying her. Riddle’s eyes promised murder, but his mouth was nothing but sweetness.
She hoped he tried. That he did try to kill her, that he pressed his wand to her neck and showed her just how much of a monster he was. If he did, then she wouldn’t hesitate.
Then she wouldn’t—
Hermione silenced the thought.
Here and now, she was the one in control. There was no room for hesitation, for second-thoughts and regrets. She would see this through. This was her moment, and oh—
At the brush of his mouth and the dark promise in his eyes, Hermione bloomed.
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Night Out
YO! i am fairly new at writing fanfic and smut but i’m tryin my best here lol let me know what you think of it! warnings: smut, daddy!kink, protective/jealous grayson, probably some other stuff but idk READERS POV Bars and clubs weren’t really my thing, but my boyfriend Grayson somehow convinced me that a night out, would be fun. We hadn’t been out in a long time but I reluctantly agreed to go just so I didn’t have to see his smile disappear. So I took a shower, did my hair and makeup, put on a dress and some heels, and swallowed my anxiety, despite the nagging voice in my head, telling me this was a bad idea. “Babe! Are you ready yet?” Grayson’s deep voice shouted up the stairs. As I stared at myself in the full length mirror, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. “Y-yeah! I think so…” I said in response. I could hear Gray’s footsteps as he came up the stairs but I didn’t look at the door to see him, as I was too busy staring at myself and debating on calling this whole thing off. “Honey, you look beautiful.” Grayson said, while leaning on the door frame. I finally tore my eyes away from the mirror to look at him. He was so beautiful that it pained me. He was wearing black dress pants that fit so perfectly I could cry. He wore a charcoal grey shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms and broad shoulders looked like they could bust through the soft fabric if he turned the wrong way. His hair wasn’t styled the way it usually was, it was fluffy and natural just the way I loved it. I knew I was staring for too long but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Gray stood there with his left hand in his pocket and he was staring at his cuticles of his right hand. He looked up at me through his eyelashes with a smirk and said “You done checkin’ me out yet so we can go?”. I looked away as I felt my cheeks heat up at his statement. Five years with this boy and he still knew how to make me blush. He walked over to where I stood and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He softly kissed my cheek before saying “Baby, you look amazing. Try to stop worrying. Lets go have a good time. You’ve been working too much and you need this, okay?” I turned in his arms so we were chest to chest and I was looking into his eyes. “And we gotta get outta here before I tear that dress off you and we never leave this house.” He growled into my ear and my body shivered against him. He grinned at me before leaning forward and kissing me. In a matter of seconds the kiss became heated and my knees practically melted. “Now lets get outta here.” He said sauntering out of the room.
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The club was loud, the flashing lights were disorienting, and there were so many people. Crowds always freaked me out so as soon as we made it through the door I made a straight line right to the bar for a shot, Grayson following close behind me. We both ordered and I downed my 3 shots in quick succession, powering through the burn in the back of my throat. “Whoa there killer, slow it down before you pass out.” Grayson said with a laugh. The alcohol was already hitting me and I was feeling more relaxed. “Lets dance baby!” I shouted over the loud music. I grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.
After a long while of dancing Gray and I went back to the bar. I sat on a high stool and waited for the bartender to come take my order. “Baby I’m gonna go to the bathroom okay? I’ll be right back.” Grayson said into my ear. “Okay!” I shouted back. He disappeared down the hall and I turned back to the bar. “Hey sweetheart, you look lonely.” A voice said behind me. I turned around and was face to face with a man I was pretty sure I had never met. He wobbled a bit, clearly buzzed, spilling some of his beer on the floor between us. “Do I know you?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow. “No but I’d like to know you, if you know what I mean.” The man said with a smirk that quite honestly, left me feeling uncomfortable. I hopped down from my seat in an attempt to leave and find Grayson, but the man blocked my path. “Not so fast sweetheart. I’m talkin to you.” He spat at me. His hand came up to grab my shoulder, and when it did, I felt another man’s hand grab my waist and turn me around. GRAYSON’S POV When I finished up in the bathroom, I went back out towards the bar to look for Y/N. I scanned the room looking for any sign of her, and that’s when I saw him. A man was crowding Y/N up against the bar and I could feel my blood begin to boil. I started weaving my way through the crowd towards the bar and as I saw the man raise his hand to grab Y/N by the shoulder, my vision clouded with rage. I reached Y/N and as soon as I did, I put my hand on her waist and spun her around to face me. I could tell she was relieved it was me when she turned around by the way she exhaled. “Hey baby, I’m back.” I said before crashing our lips together. I felt Y/N’s body melt against me and her eyes fell shut as I snaked my hand down her back and firmly grabbed her ass. She gasped and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. I shifted my gaze upwards while kissing Y/N and made direct eye contact with the man standing behind her. He stared back in disbelief as I started sucking on Y/N’s neck, never breaking eye contact with him. I needed to show him and everyone else with wandering eyes (and hands) in this club, that she belonged to me and only me. Small moans were falling from her lips and I grinned wickedly at the man as Y/N hitched her leg up over my hip and pressed herself even closer to me. I finally broke my lips away from her neck and said “Sorry to interrupt whatever the fuck you thought was gonna happen here tonight, but we have somewhere we need to be.” The man slammed his beer on the counter and grumbled before walking away. Y/N was panting when I looked back at her and I grinned before saying “Come on babygirl. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Y/N whined as I took her hand and lead her down the hall towards the bathroom. As soon as we were through the door, I locked the handle and slammed Y/N against the door. I attacked her neck with my lips and teeth, leaving bruises from her jawline to the valley between her breasts. She was gasping and moaning every time my teeth sank into her skin and I couldn’t get enough. Somehow she spun me around and sank to her knees in front of me and began working my pants open. My dick was painfully hard and when her delicate hand took hold of it and began to stroke, I almost collapsed. Every time Y/N touched me it felt like heaven. READERS POV The only thing I could think about was getting his cock in my mouth. Grayson looked down at me as I stroked him, and sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “Beautiful.” He whispered. I kitten licked the head and I heard him hiss above me. I went for it and took him into my mouth as far back into my throat as I could. His hand sank into my hair and held my head until I gagged and pulled back. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Choke on daddy’s cock.” Gray growled from above me. I could feel the wetness seep through my panties and I clamped my legs shut to try and alleviate the throbbing. He started thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth and I moaned around his cock. “Fuck! Do that again babygirl.” He demanded. I did as I was told and he slammed his fist against the wall. “Sweetheart you gotta stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth.” I pulled my mouth off of him and stood up. Our mouths crashed against each other and our tongues danced together. “Bend over the sink baby. I’m gonna fuck you and youre going to watch everything in the mirror. You’re going to watch me pound into you as you scream my name and you’re going to to thank me afterwards, do you understand? Grayson growled in my ear. “Yes.” I whimpered. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “ What did you say?” He asked. “Yes daddy!” I cried. “Good girl. Now bend over.” Gray pushed me forward and I gladly complied. He yanked my panties down my legs, and lightly kicked my legs apart, before lining himself up with my entrance. All at once he shoved into me and I howled with pleasure. Gray set a punishing pace that was a mix of perfect but not quite enough. He lifted my right leg up to rest on the sink and sank back into me in one smooth thrust, hitting my g-spot directly. An animalistic sound punched out of me and my body felt like it was on fire. Grayson kept thrusting into me, feral growls tearing from his throat. His hand weaved into my hair and he pulled my head back so I was making eye contact with him in the mirror. “Do you like this? Does it make you wet knowing I almost killed that guy out there for even THINKING about touching what’s mine?” He asked. “Y-yes d-daddy! I love when you get jealous!” I whimpered below him. “You dirty little slut. You love my cock don’t you? Do you think anyone can fuck you as good as I do? Do you?” Gray ground out between clenched teeth, still slamming in and out of me. “No! No one c-can fuck me t-this good!” I panted. “Daddy needs you to come. Come on baby, come for daddy.” He said as he sank his teeth into the spot where my neck met my shoulder. As soon as his teeth touched my skin it was over. I came all over his cock and my orgasm must have set his off right after, because I could feel him release, hot and sticky, inside of me. Grayson pulled out of me and tucked himself back into his pants before helping me put my panties back on. Once we were situated again, he pulled me into his chest. “I love you Y/N. I’m sorry I get so jealous, I just never want something to happen to you. He whispered against the top of my head. “Lets go home baby.” I said with a satisfied smile on my face. Grayson took my hand and led me out the bathroom, through the crowd, and into the car. “Lets go home.” He whispered while gripping my left thigh with his big hand. How did I get so lucky? I’ll never know. @graysdol @dolan-twin-trash @delusionaldolan @sniperdolan @avacadolan
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