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in that order
#this has undoubtedly been done before#most likely with the same pictures#mac macdonald#dennis reynolds#charlie kelly#charmacden#my favourite trio of absolutely abhorrent gay people
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cowgirl
a little bar challenge
characters: simon 'ghost' riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price
cw: nsfw, fem!reader, tf141 lusting for their teammate, idk there's nothing much
"i'm not going on that!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms at the man in front of you.
the buzzing of a bar after a successful mission was a familiar sound for the task force. the glasses clinking, the chatter of old and new friends, the horrible background music, and the abhorrent pick-up lines would, weirdly enough, calm your nerves after days covered in heavy gear and harboring pent-up stress. or maybe the source of your mind's serenity was just the alcohol already flowing on your bloodstream, courtesy of the three tequila shots you were - willingly - forced into drinking.
"come on, bonnie, it will be fun!" Soap said, pointing at the sign propped above the mechanical bull, "besides, ye can win the hat for us."
you scoffed, glancing at the direction the scot referred, right after seeing another contender fall to the bouncy mat under the bull, followed by a string of boo's from the watchful horde. bold red lettering stated 'break the bar's record and win a cowboy hat!', tempting drunk custumers into fooling themselves for a measly prize.
"i bet she's scared," Gaz prompted, adding fuel to Johnny's pleas, "don't wanna be mocked by the crowd."
you rolled your eyes in response, "i'm not scared, Gaz, i just don't see what all the fuss is about. why don't you do it?"
"nuh-uh, don't turn this on me, missy. you're the one being challenged here," he retorted, earning a soundful hum from Soap, "tell you this, if you manage to stay there for a full minute, i'll pay you a twenty. don't even have to stand the whole three minutes of the record."
Ghost and Price stayed quiet during the whole exchange, unimpressed by the trio's shenanigans. they had endured too many drinking competitions, bets, dares, arguments and blatantly stupid ideas coming from the youngsters of the squad over the years, so nothing fazed the two superiors. underneath their apathy, however, lied a real sense of entertainment, illustrated by discreet smirks after particularly dumb comments - usually dropped by Soap's mouth.
"make it a fifty and we have a deal." you smirked, sipping from your beer pint. if you were gonna humiliate yourself in public, it better be for real cash.
"fifty if you break the record, how does that sound?"
after a second of pondering and a few too many glances at the machine's movements, studying it meticulously to engrave how to properly react when the controller jolts the apparatus from side to side, you uttered a hesitant yes, winning a cheerful chant from your friends and some whistles from the audience.
you stepped on the mat and quickly hopped on the mechanical bull, adjusting your legs around the fake saddle. it shouldn't be that hard, right? the initial movements were easy - just holding on the chord and letting the laws of motion do the work. you didn't want to admit, but it was actually pretty fun.
eventually, the controller decided he was being too gentle and started picking up the pace, making your body rock back and forth on bull, decision that knocked the air out of your lungs for a split second, before you composed yourself and tightened your grip on the handles like your life depended on it. the crowd shouted gleefully, encouraging you to push through, despite a few snarky comments preying on your fall, just the expected.
what you didn't expect - and neither realized - was the way your teammates were reacting.
Gaz stood there with his jaw almost reaching the floor, being impressed not only by your sturdy grip, but mostly by the way your back arched when the machine tilted forward, defining your muscles through the skin-tight fabric of your shirt. even if you didn't endure the whole minute from the initial bet, he was willing to give you his entire wallet, just to watch you ride it again, and definitely not to imagine you bouncing on his lap for a little longer.
Soap, who has always been aware of your beauty, suddenly had to sit down after feeling his pants tighten at the sight of your plump ass jiggling due the repeated impacts on the bull's back, in desperate attempts to grind yourself. in addition, the tiniest bit of your lacy underwear peeking out of the dark jeans that hugged your hips flawlessly wasn't helping with his situation.
the daring smile that painted your lips, juxtaposing the concentrated frown of your eyes as you tried your best to not fall during an exceptionally wild movement, only supplied Ghost's cock with an overflow of blood, twitching at the view of your plush thighs clenching around the bucking machine whenever it defied your determination by leaning too much on the sides, shaking to make you collapse on the mat.
Price, however, acted as gentleman the whole time, just admiring your ability and strength to stay clutched to the unpredictable machinery. that, of course, was only until he got a view of your perfectly round tits, taunting the edges of your low-cut top and threatening to spill out at any given minute, ready to give him a real show. the adrenaline-filled flush that gave your cheeks an innocent pink hue, felt very similar to the sudden rush on his shaft that made your captain almost choke on his scotch.
three minutes and forty-seven seconds.
"that was so much fun!" your giggly shout and stumbling figure getting closer to the group was enough to snap the men out of their trance. they quickly took notice of your wide grin and the brown cowboy hat placed on your head, followed by the loud screaming of the public that just witnessed the bar's record being broken.
"come on, pay up, Gaz." you said, sticking your palm to receive your well deserved money in a contained victory dance.
the four men glanced at each other, gathering the courage to speak up after your little performance that had them weak on the knees for a colleague.
"didn't think you had it in ye, bonnie." Soap stated as Gaz reached for the wallet in his back pocket, almost considering giving you a fat tip for the spectacle. the sergeants were certainly doing a poor job in hiding the blush on their cheeks and small beads of sweat on their foreheads, consequence of trying to ignore the tent formed on their trousers.
your superiors, on the contrary, remained quiet and seemingly undisturbed by the previous scene, silently sipping from their glasses but still watching the chatting trio. only now, they wouldn't dare to get up and risk the others - specifically you - noticing their throbbing cocks marking their pants, yearning for the touch of your silky flesh.
after collecting your gains, you rapidly swayed to the bar counter, ordering a new drink with your sweet, sweet money, while the task force members ultimately etched the sight of you riding the mechanical bull in the deepest corner of their brains - saving the images for the great release when you all get back to base.
okay this is my first official thingy i feel so silly. also english is not my first language so...
#cod#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#tf141#tf141 x reader#ghost cod#soap cod#gaz cod#fem!reader#cod mw#cod mw2#oneshot#nyx writes ☾#midnightarcheress
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Jealous Jerks
Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher
Prompt: After their girlfriend is asked on a date by Randy Meeks, Billy and Stu remind their girl who she belongs to.
Warning: Light smut towards the end, swearing, mentions of murder, extremely possessive Billy, typically ghostface warnings.
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If looks could kill, Randy Meeks would be laying guts out on the concrete pavement moaning for mercy at Billy and Stu’s feet as they happily slaughter him. The slasher pair would take pride in inflicting a world of pain and cruelty on their classmate, if given the chance. A thousand thoughts a second raced in his mind as Billy considered all the endless possibilities of taking his ‘friend’s’ life.
Sidney had her back propped against Billy’s knee, deep in conversation with Tatum who sat between Stu’s legs. Neither girl seemed to notice their boyfriends shared distractions and boiling annoyance. Billy had to constantly remind himself not to kick Sidney off in anger as he desperately tried to focus on anything but the light blush kissing Y/n’s cheeks as Randy ranted on about different horror movies and their defaults, something Billy and Stu took pleasure in discussing. There was a possessive sting tainting his bloodstream watching her share that sweet smile she only saved for the duo. It made his stomach churn in abhorrence.
Forcing himself to tear his sharp glare from the two, Billy found a pair of blue eyes already evaluating him, blue eyes he could recognize in a dark room. Stu smirked, a light chuckle escaping from his throat. His amusement towards his boyfriend’s clear anger at the situation their girlfriend was currently tied up in.
It was an odd arrangement the three had- odd in terms of describing the functioning. On the outside to everyone who had a viewing seat, Billy Loomis and Sidney Prescott had been in a loving relationship for the past year, while Stu and Tatum had started dating recently. Billy and Stu were childhood best friends who maybe hung around each other a bit too much and Y/n had been Billy’s neighbor and best friend since birth. Friends is what anyone would label a trio, bestfriends. In private however, it was an entirely different story. In private the three could be honest about their feelings together. In private there was no reasoning to bottle the affection they shared.
However for the time being, until their problem was resolved, the three continued to keep their real relationship underwraps and settled for covers instead. Now, Billy was honest that he felt zero love towards Sidney, although he wasn’t honest with his partners about his deep rooted hatred for his ‘girlfriend’. To Stu and Y/n, Sidney was their classmate, a nice friend, and that was it. They didn’t know of the constant itch Billy had to slice her throat open and watch her bleed out. They didn’t know Billy consistently dreamed of torturing his ‘girlfriend’ for all the pain her mother had caused him. No, Stu and Y/n had no inkling to his true intentions, all they knew was Billy loved them and Sidney was an easy excuse to blanket the reality.
Speaking of, Billy’s daydream of murdering Randy died off at the loud shrill of Tatum made his head ache. Tatum gossiped over the latest breakups and rumors spreading through the halls of Woodsboro High as Sidney nodded along, leaving Billy and Stu to steal casual glances at Y/n and Randy. Stu lolled his head to the side in a dramatic roll, making a face of disgust.
“Would you two quit with the eye fucking eachother? It’s getting old, man.”
“I’m sorry you’re incapable of having an intelligent conversation with a female without the idea of fucking her tainting every thought that crosses your brain- which trust me, I know there aren’t many that pass by, but we’re actually discussing something if you don’t mind.”
The cocky grin Stu sported was wiped away in an instant. Billy watched his light hearted stare turn cold in a matter of seconds at being put down. Y/n didn’t seem to pay any mind to her lovers as she hardly moved her body to glance at Stu, which only seemed to frustrate the teen even more. In a twisted way Billy found himself pleased at Stu’s reaction. He knew Randy’s comeback had caught him off guard as no more words fell from his always yapping lips. Instead, Stu sent Y/n a knowing glare, almost as if warning her she’d be paying for Randy’s words later, then turned back to Billy.
In five minutes the group would be forced back in the stuffy halls and classrooms, all they needed to do was make it five more minutes, then three more class periods, and the trio would have an entire weekend alone at Stu’s home. Only five more minutes. Billy was determined to force a lid over his emotions and keep his cool until the bell struck three. Once they were off school grounds and away from prying eyes and cover ‘lovers’ could he make Y/n pay for the unknowing torture she was throwing on her boyfriends. He was aware it was hypocritical, sure.
Day in and day out Y/n was forced to watch Stu cuddling up to Tatum and Sidney hanging off Billy’s arm, and never once did she snap. However, that cool, calm demeanor she possessed was not a trait Billy or Stu had any desire to develop. Besides, the three had rules set in place to keep eachother from going crazy. Kissing was acceptable as it was mandatory in a way to keep their acts up, although sex was off the table. All three had agreed on that unanimously. If they were that desperate to get their rocks off, they’d simply hangout at Stu’s place and consummate their relationship until the sun rises.
Now the rule of touching was an unspoken rule, one Billy and Stu had yet to have a reason to discuss, until today. Billy was determined to drill it into Y/n’s head over and over later that he would murder the next man to have his hand resting on her thigh the way Randy did right now.
A soft weight fell on his shoulder as Sidney turned to him, a concerned look gracing her features.
“Are you alright? You’ve been quieter than normal.” The sweetness in her voice nearly made Billy recoil in repugnance. She was the last person he wanted to comfort his sour mood. It was as if he was a different person around her- a character in a Halloween mask of sorts. Sidney was like the spring play he worked so hard to perform perfection for, but it was just that, an act. Y/n and Stu, now they were the real deal and there was no need to feign any front around them.
Lips pulled into a tight line Billy forced a smile as he nodded,
“I’m fine.”
This seemed to satisfy her enough as Sidney resumed her conversation with Tatum, and Billy’s attention fixed once again on the movie geek and his girl. His girl who refused to make eye contact since the group had sat around the fountain- hell, her back had been facing the four since she arrived, her full attention devoted to Randy. Billy Loomis was livid. Hell, even Stu who was oblivious half the time was beginning to twitch in annoyance, his gaze shifting between the two like clockwork.
Y/n popped a handful of green grapes in her mouth, smiling as Randy explained his theory on whether Michael Meyers is capable of death or not.
“I never realized you were so knowledgeable in the world of horror movies. You know, if you don't have any plans for tonight, you could come uh, you could come over and we can watch a few together? And hangout and stuff… if you want.” Randy rubbed the back of his neck, his flooding anxiety seeping through each word. Stu’s head whipped to Billy without warning, eyes wide in shock. There was no way in hell Randy actually believed he could score a date with their girlfriend- well, their non-exclusive exclusive girlfriend.
Billy’s glare hardened like molten lava forming into jagged rocks. The audacity, he thought to himself. Did Randy truly believe he had a chance with her? If his advances weren’t so obtuse, Billy might’ve found a pinch of humor to the situation. Stu scoffed loudly, already set for a line of low blows and insults when Tatum turned her attention to the pair. Resting her hand on Y/n’s shoulder the blonde sent her a bright smile,
“Aw, that’s so cute! Randy has a crush!” Leaning forward, her voice turned to a whisper, though not quiet enough for the others to miss. “Believe me, you can do a whole lot better than that dweeb, Y/n.”
A slight tug of a smirk pulled at Billy’s lips while Stu howled in laughter. He slapped his knees, as if he was sitting front row at a comedy show. Sidney pushed on his shoulder signaling to quit his overdramatics, but Stu only stuck his tongue out at her before continuing his public shame on their friend. Randy rolled his eyes, a fresh coat of red dusting his cheeks in embarrassment.
“Don’t listen to them, Randy, they’re just being jerks.” Yn reassured him, her hand instinctively reaching out to grasp his in an attempt to lighten the load of public scrutiny he fell in line of. Right as his hand grabbed hers, Y/n became all too familiar with the dangerous territory she entered. Slowly stealing a glance over her shoulder, the girl held her breath.
A shiver rattled her bones from the intensely cold stare Billy gave. Brown eyes that could easily pass as a shade away from black, every racing spark of anger flickering through. They were in a silent conversation, no words were exchanged in fear of exposure although the expression of disappointment twisted with fury was telling enough.
Tearing her shaken gaze away, Y/n smiled up to Randy in reassurance. Sure, the girl felt nothing more than friendliness towards the boy, however that didn’t excuse a need to be rude. Randy scoffed as he leaned over to snarl at Stu and Tatum,
“Assholes are more fitting.”
“Bet you love those, don’tcha Meeks?” Stu didn’t miss a beat as he howled with laughter at his own jab. Roughly shoving his shoulder, Randy muttered a disgruntled ‘fuck off’, before looking back to Y/n in suspense. She then realized she had failed to give him an actual answer, but the second she parted her lips ready to agree, Billy was two steps ahead.
“Too bad Y/n’s already got plans.”
All five heads turned in curiosity at his sudden quip. For not having muttered more than a sentence the majority of lunch, everyone was rather shocked to hear him speak up. Stu chuckled, shaking his head with a smile. He could see his best friend unraveling by the seams, which to him meant the trio would be in for an eventful night at his house. Y/n peeked over her shoulder to Billy, her features scrunched in confusion.
“Thought you had to babysit this weekend.” He stated plainly. Despite the surface level statement, Y/n could recognize the knee deep hot water she was treading in.
“O-Oh uh, yeah. Billy is right, I’m nannying for my cousins. I’m sorry, Randy.” She offered a sympathetic smile, trying her best to hide the sensation of fear crawling up her spine. Randy nodded his head in understanding and returned the kind gesture.
“That’s alright- maybe another time?”
The surrounding conversations resumed back to normal, however Y/n couldn’t shake that strange feeling of being watched- or rather scrutinized. She didn’t need to turn her body to know Billy had his eyes locked on her, nor that Stu was still picking fun at Randy behind her back.
No more than a minute later had the bell rang singlaing to the group it was time to head inside. As Y/n stood to gather her things, Billy brushed shoulders causing her to stumble forward a step. Stu grabbed her by the waist as if helping to steady her, but it was all part of their plan. A hand entered the back pocket of her jeans then disappeared faster than it emerged. A small folded paper has been jammed into the denim, and before she could question either boy, they were both entering the school leaving her standing alone at the fountain.
Curiosity got the better of her as Y/n shimmed the note from her backside and quickly unwrapped the paper. In chicken scratch was her boyfriend’s writing, and a warning of sorts,
‘glad to see you having such a great time with randy, sorry to ruin your little date. pack a weekend bag and be ready by four. we’ll pick you up after school.’
Y/n hadn’t even buckled her seat belt before Billy was speeding away from her home like a bat out of hell. The moment her skin touched the leather of the cushion, the car was launching forward heading for the outskirts of town where Stu resided. She had hardly muttered a ‘hello’ before Billy’s fuse burst and he allowed all those bottled up emotions to fly wild.
“You really think we’re jerks, huh? You’d rather be spending your night cuddled up with that fucker, wouldn’t you?” Venom poisoned each word he spat. When it came to the temper of Billy Loomis, the best course of action was reassurance over arguing. His jealousy casted a threatening cloud over the atmosphere in the car. Stu sat smirking to himself in the passenger seat, clearly fine with letting Billy take the wheel.
Casting her e/c eyes to the passing trees outside the windows, Y/n shook her head softly.
“N-No, that’s not true, Billy. Randy is our friend-”
The sound of skin smacking against leather caused Y/n to jump in fright as Stu let out a low whistle. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel and for a brief moment, Stu wondered if he was better off switching seats with the boiling teen.
“Our friend who wants to fuck you!”
“Maybe that’s what our little princess wants-” In a flash Billy threw his hand across the middle console and socked Stu like a ton of bricks in the chest. He hunched over, groaning in pain. “Fuck man! It was a joke!”
The sight of Stu’s remote home- a home one bedroom away from being considered a quaint mansion. Dirt and rocks kicked out from under the tires as Billy sped his way up the gravel path and launched the car to a halt in front of the driveway. Tension filled the silence as Stu turned in his seat, his hand reaching out to rest on his girlfriend’s shaky knee. Smiling over he gave her skin a squeeze,
“You would never do that right, sweetheart?”
Y/n’s head shook ferociously, desperate to prove her innocence. Both men knew she was being honest, but that didn’t settle the rage burning inside Billy as he recalled the way Randy smiled at her as if he actually had a chance at being with her.
“We were just going to watch some movies… that was all.” Her voice was a soft whisper, a pitch away from silence. Fear swam laps around her stomach as she carefully looked up. Billy stared straight back at her through the rearview mirror, not shying away an inch from her weary gaze.
Opening the passenger side door, Stu stepped out of the car with a chuckle. He couldn’t help but bask in the memories of the countless times they had invited Y/n over with the concept of ‘watching a movie’, that never failed to result in her bent over the side of his couch and Billy and him traded places fucking her senselessly. Even before Y/n had joined their relationship the offer of a movie was how Billy and Stu had their first time together. In their eyes, watching a movie typically had a hidden agenda.
“Yeah, cause everytime we watch a movie together we all totally focus on just the movie” Stu teased.
Y/n reached out to open her door but it seemed Billy had already beaten her to the hook as he yanked the backseat door open. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he forcefully pulled her out of the vehicle. Stu was already swinging his front door open by the time Billy had slammed the back door shut. His arm remained locked around hers while he dragged the girl inside the house.
“Billy, please stop! You’re hurting me!” If the situation were any different, Y/n might’ve been embarrassed of the squealing sounds running from her mouth. However the pain shooting through her arm was enough to distract her from the shame.
Entering the house, Stu was nowhere to be seen. His shoes were messily discarded by the front door, but he himself wasn’t in sight. A sound of bowls crashing in the kitchen gave hints to his whereabouts. Y/n longed for Stu to help her- he had always been less temperamental than his counterpart, and was easier to talk down. Billy on the other hand seemed to have already dove head first in the deep end of envy.
Kicking the front door, he placed his hand on her chest for no more than a second as he shoved her into the wood. Y/n’s head smacked against the oak as she groaned in pain.
Billy’s hands moved from her chest to her face faster than the speed of sound. The grip he latched around her face was sure to leave a bruise on her chin, but scolding him for his harshness seemed to be the worst option.
“Now you know how we felt earlier watching you flirt your ass off with that stupid fuck earlier.”
Soft tears welled in her e/c eyes as she clawed at Billy to let her go, not that her attempts did anything to help. Whines poured like a river as she begged and pleaded with him to put her down.
“I’m sorry! I was being nice, I swear! I wasn’t flirting with him, Billy, please!”
Loosening his hold around her face, Billy dropped his hands to his side, sharp glare studying her meticulously. Y/n didn’t need a mirror to know she looked like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm, which Billy bathed in. He loved the control he possessed over her and the effect his words had. Intertwining their fingers, he wordlessly directed Y/n to the living room where Stu already had the television on and ready for the first film of the night. Guiding her to the couch, Billy motioned for her to sit as he crouched down in front of her. A sinister smirk kissed his lips.
“I want you to show us how sorry you really are, doll. Want you to show us who you belong to. We’re gonna start our scary movie night a little early, got it?”
Rounding the corner Stu excited the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn and three cans of pepsi. He tossed one to Billy, then plopped himself on the couch to Y/n’s left. His arm flung around her shoulder pulling her into his side as he planted a kiss on her temple.
“I’m just in time, eh?”
Billy remained on the floor, his calloused hands massaging her legs, slowly working his way up until he found home in her upper thighs, lifting the cotton of her skirt for more access.
“Our girl wants to show us how sorry she is, what do you say?” That cocky smirk remained as his attention moved to Stu, patiently awaiting his response, which didn’t take long at all. Pulling his lips from her face, Stu trailed a line of wet pecks down the skin of her neck, pausing every so often to give a small nip. Y/n couldn’t help the moans escaping her lips at the feeling of Billy’s hands hovering over her underwear and Stu making out with her neck. It was all too much at once- but she was loving every second.
“Count me in!” He hollered. “I don’t think just once will be enough. Might have to make it up to us all night, princess. It's gonna be a scream, baby!" Stu popped his tongue out, laughing. An idea flashed through Y/n's mind and within a split second, she acted on it.
Leaning forward Y/n captured Stu's tongue in her mouth, taking him by surprise. A small gasp sounded as he tried to regain his composure. She darted her tongue against his own and kissed him with a weight of passion Stu was almost certain he had yet to experience. A wave of love flooded through the steam of the exchange making his insides feel warm to the touch.
Billy simply smiled at his loves, more than pleased with the display in front of him. As he watched the two making out, Billy slid his hand in-between the silk material clutching to his girlfriend's pussy. His fingers were cold against her heated body, causing her to jump from the pressure. Stu took the opportunity to regain control as he delved back in to deepen the kiss. His mouth wrapped around her tongue, absorbing every fiber of her being available.
Billy steadily pulled the black thong from her legs, parting her knees as he did so. A small line of slick coated the tips of his fingers, which he happily brought to his mouth for a taste. Licking his middle and pointer, Billy pushed the two digits inside at an agonizingly slow pace, working his way inside her tight hole. Y/n's back arched in reaction, a surge of pleasure washing over. Her legs kicked out an inch at the sensation as she tried to force herself to divide her attention evenly among the two men, but it was impossible. Her body was on fire and there was no calming the burn.
"Stay still, doll." Billy commanded. She could feel the vibration of his voice agonizingly close to her exposed heat, creating shivers in its wake. Breaking from Stu’s lips, Y/n’s head fell back against the red sofa. Her hand reached down to pull Billy’s away, the flurry of emotions all blending together, but Stu was too fast and caught her wrist in his grasp. Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth he pointed towards the brightly lit television. Johnny Depp was on the screen sporting a cropped jersey and shorts as he lied on his bed chatting on the phone. Nightmare on Elm Street had always been a favorite of hers, yet she had no room left for further distractions, but Stu wasn’t having it. He could see her hazed over eyes practically rolling to the back of her skull hardly paying any piece of mind to the movie. Lifting his reach, Stu sent a light smack to her cheek causing her eyes to snap wide in shock. He chuckled to himself and motioned towards the tv.
"Watch the movie, baby. Your favorite part is coming."
Billy drew a line of faint kisses up her thighs as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her core. A lewd squelching sound took priority over the screams coming from the screen as Johnny Depp's character was sucked through the mattress of his bed. Y/n couldn’t help but squeeze herself around his masterful digits. He curled himself inside of her, eager to soak the gummy texture he longed to be fully buried in. Stu took her pleated distraction as a moment of chance to place her clenched hand on top of the growing bulge confined by the zipper of his jeans. He forced the heel of her hand against the tip of his clothed cock, palming himself against her skin. He could feel her pressing back, causing him to groan at the friction. A sly smile crosses his features as he glanced down to Billy who was nearly head deep in her glistening pussy.
“Told you, princess. No one is focused on the movie, are they?”
And Stu was right, the three hardly paid any mind to the slasher film playing on repeat in the background, they were far too busy and entangled in each other. As Billy’s hot breath fanned over her pussy, diving in without warning, Y/n was almost thankful for Randy putting her in this position. Maybe she’d have to ignore her boyfriends a little more often.
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I like my body when it is with your body
(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/GN!Reader SMUT)
Summary:
Sebastian believes that he doesn't deserve to be happy after everything he's done. His partners don't agree, and are hellbent on proving him wrong the best, and most effective, way they know how.
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Title from the E. E. Cummings poem, "I like my body when it is with your"
word count: 8k
AN: I'm reposting all of my fics from ao3 on to here for easier access! We're starting with the smut.
Sebastian was tired. Today had been another long day trapped away in his office, filing report after report of his findings in the latest tomb he had explored. The life of a curse breaker never stopped. All he wanted to do was go home and curl up next to his partners. They’d each take turns stroking his hair and smoothing the stress from his shoulders like they always did when he had an exhausting day and he’d relax into their sides, falling asleep to the soft sound of their heartbeats. He was fortunate enough to work close to home, only having to venture out of the comforts of London every so often for a day or two, but each trip away made him desperately crave a life of simplicity. Even being away from his two loves was torturous— he always wanted to be near them, always wanted to know that they were safe and with him. There were some days where he didn’t believe that he deserved their love, their kindness, their understanding of his busy schedule. Ever since his sister was cursed by the villain, Victor Rookwood, he had been set on this path for his life. The aftermath of that dreadful day in the catacombs only solidified it for him— he would never use dark magic again, instead he would protect the wizarding world from it one cursed vault at a time.
He thought fondly of his seventh year at Hogwarts, how each of you had stressed about what you wanted to do with the rest of your lives. While he may have had it figured out, you and Ominis were a wreck to say the least. With the gift of ancient magic pulsing under your skin, you had originally thought about becoming an Auror and working alongside Sebastian with Gringotts bank, nearly causing the blond of the trio to have a conniption. He was already stressed at the prospect of the brunette being in danger nearly everyday, he couldn’t stand the idea of you being there as well. He knew that you both could hold your own, but it certainly didn’t help his heart. If anyone asked him, he would say that the incessant schemes you both got up to during your school years had left that organ of his half as strong as it used to be and caused more than enough grey hairs to go with it— he was basically an old, fretting man already. In the end you had agreed with him, deciding that you had earned a simple, safe life after everything that you had gone through over the last three years. It just so happened that Professor Hecat had decided to step down from her position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, meeting with you personally and offering the job to you as soon as you had graduated. It was an easy choice, and you were the happiest you had ever been working at the school you loved so much. Ominis was a mess at the beginning, constantly pacing around thinking about what he wanted to do— what path he should choose. He had considered following in his father’s footsteps and working in the Department of Mysteries for the Ministry, but quickly pushed that idea to the side; the idea of having anything to do with his family, even sharing a job title, was absolutely abhorrent. He considered becoming a Professor as well, he loved teaching, but that seemed to not be in the cards either with none of the faculty leaving anytime soon. Finally, you both had sat him down and talked him through his stresses, coming up with a possible list of things he could do with his high scores and brains; the final verdict was an inventor of magical tools. He was proficient in the art of tinkering and had a passion to help those in the wizarding world who began their life with as many struggles as he did.
Yes, the trio were very happy together.
Even with all the good things happening in his life, the unconditional love of his partners and his rewarding job, Sebastian couldn’t help but still feel a gnawing guilt for his actions in his fifth year of school. It had been years at that point since he had even uttered an unforgivable curse, but the taste of the words still left a bitterness in his throat that wasn’t going to go away any time soon, if at all. Some nights he still woke up in a sweat, the look in his uncle's eyes as the sage green spell hit him in the chest and stopped his heart forever burned into his memory. He would quietly sneak out of bed and sit in your living room, a cup of calming tea clasped between his hands as he watched the sun streak over the horizon. He was acutely aware that both of his partners knew about his nightmares, but every time they tried to talk to him about his trauma he would just shrug it off with a smile and a kind word in their direction. He could deal with this himself— it was his cross to bear. He hoped that they hadn’t pieced together the depth of his regret and guilt about everything he did, though. Sebastian knew that he would never hear the end of it if they ever discovered how much he loathed himself and his actions sometimes, how often he questioned why they had even decided to be with him and not someone else with a better mental view of the world, a better attitude towards the future and the past. He loved them both more than words could describe— more than there were stars in space; he would do absolutely anything for them— had done dreadful things for them already, but sometimes he worried that he wasn’t truly enough.
The boy was truly obtuse sometimes, even with his high marks and proclivity to all things magic. Of course his partners were aware of his self loathing, they knew him better than anyone else in the world— they would know him just as much in death as in life, and had been working hard to concoct a plan for how to break him from his funk. They had puttered meticulously around the day, making sure everything was absolutely perfect for their love when he got home. He always took care of them; you with your trauma with Rookwood and the battle under the school and Ominis with his family and everything they did to him until he was old enough to break away from their strangling grasp, but he refused to let them take care of him and his needs. Quite frankly, they were sick of it. They could see the stress under his skin withering away the joy he once had for his life and it broke their hearts. It was time to break that cycle and show him how much they truly cared about him.
Dropping the last file from his never ending pile of reports onto his desk without a care, he glanced at the clock ticking away above the arched doorway of his private office. Just in time to go home. With a renewed sense of energy, Sebastian quickly gathered his things scattered around the room and rushed out the door, waving bye to a few of his colleagues as they called out for him to have a good weekend, and apparated home without a second thought.
Little did he know, the lovely curse breaker had an even lovelier surprise waiting for him when he got home, that was for sure.
Apparating into their shared living room, he noticed two things right off the bat. First, the lights were dimmed around the entire house, candles floating just below the ceiling and casting a romantic glow across the walls, and second, there was a path of clothes leading down the hall towards their shared bedroom. He could distinctly point out Ominis' favorite waistcoat, a gaudy thing that looked like it was skinned right off of his grandmothers couch, and your Professors robe, iridescent hues of forest green and gold decorating the velvet and fleece. His heart stuttered in his chest, a blush making his way across his face and down his neck at the prospect at what he was about to find waiting for him. Even after all these years, the two of you could still make him as flustered as a school boy.
He delicately made his way down the hallway, stepping around the clothes, his heart beating steadily but fast in his chest as he heard the soft laughter of his partners seep through the cracked doorway. Sebastian gulped lightly in his throat, steadying his nerves before gently pushing the door to their master suite open and taking in what was waiting for him.
Resting on your shared bed was his two partners, sprawled out in nothing but their underclothes and a beautiful red flush dancing along their skin. They each were already panting in need, likely from a bit of foreplay before he had gotten home. The idea of them beginning without him so they could jump right into action when he got there made his brain short circuit, static filling it for a moment as he processed everything in front of him. He cast his eyes around the room, taking in everything the both of you had done to set the mood— he wanted to appreciate your effort, after all. Floating above your nightstands and chest of drawers were more candles, their gentle flame creating enticing shadows around the room and glowing against the sweat shining on your skin. A mix of red, salmon, and burgundy rose petals decorated the foot of the comforter and the floor around the four poster bed, filling his nose with the sweet aroma of vanilla and flowers. You and Ominis had gone all out for him, and his heart filled with love at the idea of you both taking the time out of your day to make the night special. Sebastian momentarily racked his brain, stressing slightly that he forgot some important date, but he came up empty. What was the occasion?
In all honesty, he couldn't really give a damn. He was just happy to be there.
Flirting his eyes back to the pair of bodies adorning the silver colored bedspread, heat began to burn in his stomach and fuel the fire in his loins. Sebastian lightly groaned, an absolutely sinful noise making its way out of his throat, as he tilted his head back to the ceiling in elated disbelief. He could already feel his trousers tightening around his growing member as he verbalized the thoughts and prayers swirling around his mind.
“Merlin, God, Buddha, Ra, whomever is up there— I don’t know what I did to deserve this gift, but thank you.”
His partners laughed at his little speech, making their way from the bed to their very bothered partner and flanking either side of him. The heat from their bodies seeped through his suit jacket, spreading over his arms and flowing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He sighed in pleasure, both of his hands reaching up and threading his fingers through yours and Ominis’ hair as you each began to suck light bruises on his neck. Sebastian felt like he died and had gone to heaven, tugging you both away by your roots and smashing his lips against the closest of the two— in this case it was Ominis. He gripped the blond by his hips, letting go of you and allowing you to sit on the bed once again and watch the show as he proceeded to stick his entire tongue down the blond’s throat. The smaller of the two moaned against his lips, his lovely long fingers reaching up to the broad shoulders of his partner and pulling the jacket from his form with enough force to make Sebastian slightly lose his balance. Ominis took this as the perfect moment to strike, taking the taller of the two by surprise and shoving him roughly into the wall behind them. The brunette sucked a breath through his teeth, his pupils doubling in size with unrestrained lust coursing through his blood. Ominis attacked his throat once again, one hand tracking his nails lightly down the other boy’s cheek before his fingers wrapped around his neck and squeezed. A heady whine left Sebastian’s throat, feeling his head get slightly fuzzy at the lack of air and the transcendent burn of his partner’s kisses down his jaw and under his shirt collar.
Ominis chuckled against the column of the brunette’s throat, the arousal heavily present in his voice sending shivers down Sebastian’s spine and even more heat to his core. The blond harshly sunk his sharp canines into the soft skin connecting the other boy’s neck to his shoulder, roughly tugging at the collar of his shirt to get a better grip, before licking the spot and whispering with a seductive drawl, “I’m going to take my time with you tonight. Do you remember the safe word?”
Sebastian groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his partner’s sweltering breath against his pulse point and nodded. You both were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.
Ominis laughed again, a breathy thing that made the brunette’s heart stutter, and cascaded his fingers down the front of his partner’s chest with bone-chillingly leisure touches. Moving his hands back up to the collar of the freckled boy’s shirt, drawing a shaking breath from his lungs in the process, he undid each button with tantalizingly slow movements. A moan lodged itself just under Sebastian’s jaw, only being freed by the feeling of lips returning to his pulse and slowly making their way down his chest as each new bit of skin is revealed to the cool wind of the bedroom. Ominis smiled with mischief against the brunette’s neck, taking the delicate skin against his jugular and sucking a bruising hickey for all the world to see on his absolutely enticing partner.
The blond breathed against his collarbone, feeling his way down the large expanse of skin that he had revealed and grabbing at the brunette's hips under the starched fabric. "It's an act of sacrilege for you to have to wear clothes."
Ominis reached his fingers dangerously into the trail of hair leading down his partners stomach and dipped the tip of his middle finger under his belt. Sebastian grabbed at Ominis’ shoulders, begging for something but not knowing quite yet what he wanted— what he needed. With bruising strength, the smaller man grabbed the other’s wrists and pinned them against the wall by his hips, a needy whine choking its way out of his partner’s mouth.
“No touching until I say so.”
Sebastian feebly nodded his head, thinking better of it and instead whimpering a soft affirmative. Ominis smiled, letting go of his wrists now that he was confident that they weren’t going anywhere, before ever so slowly pulling the shirt from the brunette’s shoulders and tossing it towards the other corner of the room like it affronted him, barely missing one of the many candles that decorated the space. The bulge in the taller boy’s trousers was getting painfully hard, straining against the zippered fabric of his formal-wear. This side of Ominis always excited him, the ability to completely release all of his stress and have someone else take over for him filling his mind with delicious bliss. Satisfied by the heaving breaths shaking his partner’s chest and brushing against his cheeks, the blond clasped his hand where it was resting once again against the larynx of his very flustered boyfriend and squeezed slightly harder than before. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, sighing as Ominis began to leave open mouthed kisses on his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stopping to bite lightly at his nipple. A shocked grunt left the brunette, slightly choked around the hand still lightly cutting off his airflow, and moaned into the air.
Just behind where the two boys were, Sebastian could hear a second set of heavy breaths, arousal spiking through his veins at the thought of their third pleasuring themselves to the sight of their foreplay. Soft moans filled the space just beyond where the blond had him pinned, the sound of cloth rubbing against skin danced through his ears like the most stunning piece of music. He wanted to reach out for you, take you into his arms and snog you until you forgot your name before taking you right then and there against the wall.
Ominis, hearing your sounds just as well, if not better, than Sebastian, leaned towards the brunette’s ear, nipping at his lobe before whispering breathlessly against his skin. “You sound so sinful against me, Sebastian, like I should be struck down just for the thought of running my tongue along your skin.” He deeply inhaled the scent of the brunette’s arousal, a combination of sweat and something primal. “You’re doing so good so far— such a good boy— our perfect boy. Will you continue to be a good boy for me and watch our friend while I tear the rest of your clothes off of you?”
Sebastian whined again, a pitiful sound that sent fire directly to the blond’s throbbing member, before nodding around the hand holding him to the wall.
Ominis chuckled deeply in his chest, absolutely intoxicated by his boyfriend’s submission.
“Good. I’m going to release you, now. I need you to tell me everything they’re doing. Give as much detail as possible. Am I clear?”
With a frantic nod of his head, Sebastian creaked open his eyes and met yours. The air in his chest stilled at the sight before him, a bolt of electricity striking down his body and nestling itself right in his lower stomach. His member was absolutely leaking at this point, painting his pants and trousers with an alluring wet spot. Ominis sank to his knees in front of the brunette, trailing his fingers down the sides of his thighs and drawing intricate patterns along the seams. The taller boy didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster, any harder in his chest— one more shock and it may as well burst from behind his ribs. He could already feel the tightening of the knot in his stomach, his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast and without being touched by either of the people he loved. He had never felt this pent up before, never felt this loved , this wanted .
Ominis began to untie his dress shoes, taking his sweet time on each knot before pulling them off and beginning on his socks. He lightly pinched the skin by Sebastian’s ankle, startling the other man out of his pleasured bliss and reminding him of what he was asked to do. Focusing on you again, he recounted each of your movements to the blond, struggling desperately around the dryness of his mouth.
“Oh fuck, t-they’re touching themselves over their pants. They have a gorgeous blush covering their entire body, glowing with a beautiful shade of pink— like the sunrise. Their eyes are hooded— shit, they’re absolutely dripping, Ominis. Their noises are driving me crazy, can you hear them? I know you can, I can feel how much you like them.”
Ominis was now level with his groin, his searing breath ghosting over where the brunette desperately needed his hands, his mouth, anything. Deft hands worked on his belt, slowly undoing the buckle and pulling the leather out of the loops at a snail's pace. Ominis made sure to slide the smooth fabric along his skin, knowing how much Sebastian loved the idea of him and his belt, absolutely helpless to his whims. Giving the panting boy a small taste of what’s to come, he pressed his lips teasingly against the wet spot next to his zipper, mouthing lightly at the tip of his pulsing cock and murmuring into him.
“Look at you, being so obedient for me, Sebastian. You're doing so amazing. What else do you see? Be my eyes.”
Sebastian sucked in a breath, a feeble whimper sneaking its way out of his parted lips. The knot in his stomach continued to tighten, sending shivers of pleasure from his nose to his fingertips and making his member twitch, still buried under two layers of cloth. His entire body buzzed with energy, his hands shaking steadily at his sides with a frantic need to card his fingers through the blond hair just within reach.
“Merlin, Ominis, you’re killing me.” His breathing was shaky, small pants entering and exiting his lips and making him dizzy, “They look bewitching— absolutely hypnotizing. They’re parting those lips you love so much, both looking quite bruised and plump— your doing I’m guessing, you devil. Gods this is positively filthy—”
A loud swear shocked its way through his system, his head falling back against the wall with a loud thump as his blisteringly hot cock was released to the chilly air around them; its dripping head smacking against his lower stomach and streaking his pale skin and mousy brown hair with precum. Sebastian reached his hand towards his domineering boyfriend in a risky movement, gently brushing against the stray hairs that had fallen out of his styled quiff with intent to reach farther into his tresses and pull him closer to where he needed him. Ominis roughly grabbed his wrist before his fingers could go any further, pushing his hand back into place next to his now naked hips before taking his leaking cock in the other, giving it a sharp tug as a warning.
A wanton moan filled the room, ricocheting against the walls and spilling into the ears of you and the blond. Sebastian was positively trembling with want, his orgasm creeping closer and closer to the surface as apologies spilled from his lips like the finest of wines.
Ominis growled at his lover’s sounds, biting at the squishy meat of his thigh in violent arousal. “Merlin, you sound destroyed already and we’ve barely touched you. Is that what you want? You want us to completely ruin you like a common whore? Beg for it— beg for what you want, my darling.”
“Please, please, I’m so close let me cum please —” The brunette whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his vision from the pressure building in his gut.
“You’ll cum when I tell you to, you—”
“Ominis, I think he’s had enough for now. Bring him over here so we can continue with the plan for the night, please.” You simper, cutting him off. A smug look turned up the corners of your face at the fucked-out expression of your normally composed partner.
Sebastian released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, his knees nearly giving out underneath him in relief as Ominis released him. The blond pushed him harder into the wall, leaning forward and smashing a ferocious kiss to his lips. A groan broke from his mouth only to be swallowed down by the other boy. Giving one more teasing squeeze around his throat, Ominis separated himself from the brunette and began to lead him towards the large king size bed they all shared. Sebastian hadn’t had a chance to truly look at everything laid out for him on the bed linens, his eyes were completely enraptured by the sight of his nearly naked loves as soon as he entered the doorway. Tied tightly to the headboard of the four poster were two silk scarves, emerald green and shining in the candle light. He gulped to himself, swallowing around the fear and pure arousal stuck in his windpipe, before carefully sitting down on the bed, collapsing back onto it while he willed his breathing to control itself.
You leaned over him, pressing feather light kisses to his star-covered eyelids and cheeks. “Do you need a moment before we continue, my love?”
He nodded minutely, letting his heart go back to normal speed and his orgasm to wean off again. The three of you sat in a soft silence for a few moments, pressing gentle kisses to every inch of skin you could reach on the brunette boy.
Ominis kissed him again, much lighter than he originally did but with just as much love behind it, before bringing his hand up to his cheek, tenderly brushing his thumb along his cheekbone and whispering against his lips. “Was that too much for you? Please let me know, beautiful.”
Sebastian leaned into the loving touch, bringing his hand up and wrapping his trembling fingers around the blond’s wrist. He softly shook his head, pressing a kiss to the boy’s palm before snuggling even closer to the warm contact.
Ominis hummed to himself, deducing that the other boy needed another moment before he could easily speak again. “I need more than that, Seb.” He smoothed the brunette’s hair from his sweaty forehead, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his skin. “Tap once for yes, twice for no. Are you truly okay? Do you want to keep going?”
The freckled boy scoffed lightly, his breathing starting to slow down to a manageable pace, and tapped his finger once against the smaller boy’s wrist. Peaking his eyes open once again, he saw a slow, devilish smile make its way across Ominis’ face. His heart leapt in his chest again and he fumbled for a moment, unsure if it was out of nerves or pure, inordinate levels of devotion.
Ominis pawed his other hand around the bed, searching for the third member of their trio before finding your hand and squeezing it. You leaned over Sebastian, smoothing his tangled curls down and pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips for the first time of the night. He could feel the care you both had for him spilling from your souls and wrapping his own in the softest blanket he had ever felt. He truly didn’t deserve you both.
“Can you scoot up the bed for me, Sebastian? Lie yourself against the pillows and let us take care of you.”
He did as he was told, leaning back against the soft feather-down pillows and relaxing into the silk of the linens. You straddled his hips, pressing kiss after kiss to his temple, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips once more. This kiss had more heat behind it, more hunger. He could tell how worked up you had gotten from his session with Ominis as you lightly grinded your pelvis against his, drawing a startled mewl from him that slowly transformed into a melodic moan. Reaching to where his hands had rested themselves on your hips, you grasped his wrists in your palms and raised them above his head, mouthing against his jaw and neck. With a soft mumble, Sebastian felt the tell-tale feeling of your ancient magic swirl around his arms, stretching up and wrapping the green silk around his wrists, binding them together and securing them against the bed frame.
He softly laughed, nipping lightly at your bottom lip when you moved back up to his mouth. “Did you just use your deeply ancient, completely unexplored magical powers to tie me to the bed?”
You giggled against his mouth, dipping down to slot your lips with his once again. “So what if I did?”
With a hum, Sebastian chased your lips for another kiss, his noise morphing into a whine as you moved farther away. He was already starting to hate these binds.
You got off his lap, sitting next to his head to his left while Ominis took the spot to his right. Sebastian could see how you gnawed at your bottom lip with nerves, how Ominis wrung his hands together as he came up with the right words to say, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Now was the time for the true reason you had done all this for your beloved.
Ominis spoke first, his voice much softer than the domineering presence he originally held. “Sebastian, we know what you think of yourself. I may be blind, but we both aren’t stupid.”
You laughed, “Well I might be a little stupid sometimes, but not about this, though.”
The blond snorted, trying to cover it up with a cough before turning once again towards Sebastian and meeting his eyes. Sebastian has known Ominis since first year, but the accuracy he had with finding another's eyes and holding contact even without being born with the gift of sight always intrigued and slightly unnerved him. He gulped, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
“You have done so much for us. You love us unconditionally— spread yourself thin at your job and still come home to us with so much love to give. We could never wish for anyone else in our lives, yet you question our devotion— our care for you.”
Guilt crawled up Sebastian’s chest like the spindly legs of an acromantula and nestled itself under his ribs. He looked down, breaking the eye contact that burned into his skull, pulling his deepest feelings out into the open. You softly turned his chin towards you, forcing him to meet your eyes and see the eternal, unrestricted love you held for him.
“My love, there is no question that you deserve us— deserve the love that we have for you. But, if you still don’t believe us, we have no choice but to show you exactly how much we want you— need you.”
Raising to your knees, you straddled his hips once again. Flicking your finger towards his binds, they unwound themselves from the head board and wrapped the rest of the fabric around his wrists, binding them together and locking his arms on either side of his head. Ominis pressed his hands to Sebastian’s upper back, gently lifting him from the soft sheets and slotting himself behind the boy, bringing his arms up a bit more and curling them behind his neck, elbows bent by his ears. He kissed the skin of his partner's biceps lazily, tracing his fingers along his cheek and jawline. A blush began to creep its way over Sebastian’s face, starting from the apples of his cheeks and working its way down over his nose, neck, and collarbones. You had never seen a prettier color in your life.
Feeling the pulsing heartbeat of your nervous lover drew a wide grin across your lips, corners stretching across your cheeks and feeling like they could touch your ears. Your lips traveled across Sebastian’s jugular, flirting downwards with feather-light pecks and drawing gasps from the lungs of your beautiful boy. You gnawed teasingly at his hip bone, hair sliding along the thing the brunette longed for you to touch, before whispering against his clammy skin.
“We are going to go back and forth, telling you one thing that we love about you until we either run out, or you finish. Whichever comes first.”
With that, you licked a long, languished stripe along the underside of his throbbing member, stifling his reply in his throat and causing one of the loudest sounds you had ever heard the boy make to cascade out of his pink, parted lips. Ominis groaned against Sebastian’s neck, making love bites everywhere he could reach— his throat, his shoulders, his collarbones, everything, and bucked his hips against the curve of the other boy’s ass. Sebastian bit his lip in desire, feeling just how much the blond had been affected by their erotic play earlier.
Kissing the tip of the brunette’s leaking cock, drawing a stuttered breath from his lungs and stretching your smile even wider, you murmured against his happy-trail. “I’ll go first. I am utterly enraptured by your courage and bravery. Even in moments of intense distress, you still stood by our sides and protected the ones you love.”
You pressed another kiss to his burning skin before leaning up on your elbows and taking him into your mouth, moving up and down at an incredibly slow pace and drawing long moans out of your partner. Sebastian threw his head back in ecstasy, opening up the column of his throat further to his bite-happy boyfriend. He nipped at the skin just behind his ear, smoothing the pain away with a gentle lick and kiss.
Ominis whispered tantalizingly in his ear, “My turn. I love your kindness and generosity. There isn’t a day where I don’t think about the little things you do for me and smile.”
The brunette whined, tears of pleasure and happiness building behind his lashes once again. He refused to open his eyes and look at either of his partners, all too aware that if he met either of their gazes he would lose his composure completely. Just then, you took him all the way into your mouth, the tip of him tapping against your uvula, and moaned around him, sending supernovas of stars behind his eyes and blazing through the warmth in his chest.
Well, so much for composure.
If his hands were free, Sebastian’s fingers would be digging into your scalp, pulling at the roots of your hair in an alternation of rough and gentle pressure. He wanted desperately to touch his lovers, but he didn’t dare disobey their orders. He wasn’t afraid of their punishment, but in complete honesty he wanted to savor this moment. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this— this level of affection and tenderness.
Swallowing around his throbbing manhood, you sucked in your cheeks and dragged yourself up, up, up to his tip once again, humming around his never-ending sounds of pleasure and sending ricochets of vibrations along his entire body.
You licked at his slit, collecting the elixir that continuously flowed from there and spoke again, arousal lacing your tone. “I love how much you care. You always put us before you, even when we’re being right bastards.” You laughed, pressing your smile to the skin of his inner thigh, “I also hate it, though, because you never let us spoil you rotten.”
Ominis placed his hand against Sebastian’s throat for a fourth time that night, not squeezing, but simply holding it in a possessive grasp. The unseemly sounds of you working the brunette to release filled his mind and sent burning fire to his pelvis, leading him to press his burning, still very clothed, cock against the other boy’s lower back. He willed himself to remain still— this was Sebastian’s night, not his. His freckled partner had other plans though, and grabbed at the hair at the base of his neck and slightly pulled, whimpering into the air around him with need.
“Please pleasure yourself, Ominis. I want to feel you against me— I need to feel you.”
The blond swore, dropping his head back to the brunette's throat and roughly biting at his pulse, seceding to his wish and harshly grinding against him. At this point Sebastian's skin was littered with speckles of black and blue bruises and reddened teeth marks. He could feel everything, the silk wrapped around his wrists and against his legs, the smooth breaths of the blond at his back— the rise and fall of his chest, your teeth gently grazing the large vein at the underside of his member, sending delicious shivers up his spine and filling his mind with static. He could especially feel the tightening of his abdomen as his orgasm got dangerously close to the surface for a second time. He was in absolute, erotic bliss.
Ominis grunted deep in his throat, leaning down and breathing hotly against the brunette’s ear as he whispered his next bout of praise. “Surprisingly, I love how stubborn you are. It’s a relief, sometimes, to know that nothing can change your mind about how you feel towards us. I’ve never felt so desired, so cared for, so loved.” He chuckled airily, “That being said, it’s only nice when it’s not being used against me.”
Sebastian whined loudly when he felt your nose brush against the hairs at the base of his cock, his hips stuttering and bucking more of himself into your awaiting throat. Tears had begun to spill down his cheeks at that point, only to be wiped away by Ominis’ gentle fingers.
You laugh again, releasing him with a pop. “What do you want us to do to you, sweet boy? Use your words.”
The sounds dripping from his lips were absolutely sinful— his begs and pleads filling the space around them. “Please, please , Merlin, you're going to murder me, you filthy bastards. I love you both so much— I need to be inside you, to have you inside me, anything . I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel one of you fill me and the one of you cumming around my cock.”
Your breathing stuttered in your chest at the crassness of his words and the sharp buck of Ominis’ hips— a deep, heady groan rumbling both of your bodies from the usually quiet blond. Quickly detangling yourselves, you help Sebastian to lie down on the pillows once again, unbinding his wrists in the process and delicately kissing the bruised skin from his constant wiggling and pulling.
The taller boy finally blinked his eyes open, gazing with half his normal amount of focus into yours. Your blinding smile brought one of his own to his lips, sending his heart aflutter as you caressed his cheekbone. Your pupils flicked left and right as you took all of him in, feeling yourself sink into his beautiful brown irises.
A loving sigh parted your lips as you drawled against his lips, “I think it’s my turn again. I love your eyes— I feel like I could get lost in them for the rest of my life.”
Grinding down on his hard length, your purred more muted praise against his throat. Ominis slithered behind the both of you, sliding his hand down along your spine and pushing you forwards so you were pressed chest to chest with the flustered man. Sebastian groaned at the sudden skin on skin contact, heat permeating through his flesh and directly into his soul. A sudden mewl from you shook him from his stupor, causing him to crane his neck to the left with as much speed as he could muster and watching what the pretty blond was doing at his feet. Color flooded his cheeks yet again at the sight of his long, lithe fingers prodding in and out of your entrance, stretching you just right so he could fit. Breathy moans continued to fill the air as you both moved against each other, pushing and pulling in rhythm with the smaller boy’s fingers.
You breathed against the brunette's lips, whining around your teasing words. "Do you think you can handle both of us? One of us bouncing on your throbbing, delicious cock while the other fills you to the brim?"
Sebastian swore at how uncouth you were being, nodding his head with enthusiastic rapture.
You keened, Ominis hitting that spot just inside of you that sent pleasure right to your core. "Good boy. I knew you could do it. I've been thinking about this all day— could barely keep my hands off of our boyfriend for long enough to make this perfect for you."
Ominis leaned down and bit you roughly on the behind, marking you as his own just as he did to the taller boy, before moving further into you and prodding at your entrance with his skilled tongue. Sebastian nearly wept at the sight, sinking his own teeth into your fleshy shoulder to muffle the noise. The blond sharply smacked his thigh, growling around his own arousal.
“Don’t muffle yourself. Let the world know how well we fuck you.”
Relinquishing his fingers from your tight entrance, he took Sebastian into his hand, gave him a few more slow, mind numbing strokes, and sunk you both into sweet, connected euphoria.
Your heart stuttered in your chest, fingers reaching up and tweaking at your nipple in elated bliss. The man under you bit his lip at the sight, throwing his head back against the headboard.
"Shit, you feel so fucking good inside me. Stretch me out just like that, yes."
Ominis set to work once again, taking the brunette’s legs in his palms and stretching him so that his calves rested on the blond’s shoulders. Whimpers flooded his senses as he became completely consumed by lust and the sounds of his partner’s pleasure. Licking his pointer and middle finger, making sure to keep eye contact with the brunette struggling underneath the both of you, he stroked his fingertips at his puckered hole, drawing another loud, needy whimper from his partner.
“I love your sounds, Sebastian. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful than the both of you singing in pleasure together.”
The man continued to tease at the other’s entrance, pushing his fingers inside and curling them against the spot that made everything go white behind his eyes. Ominis could feel him pulse around his fingers, smell the sweet scent of his release breaching over the surface slowly. In one smooth movement, he sunk himself into his love— you all finally becoming one.
Sebastian had never felt so full. Every sense in his body was in overdrive, sparking and sizzling behind his tightly shut eyes like the brightest of stars. Constellations flowed around his mind like the rings of Saturn, dancing through his memories and filling every inch of his body with infatuation. You both used him for your own pleasure, bouncing on him and filling him with heavenly bliss. The room filled with the sounds of your love: high pitch whines, low groans, skin slapping against skin, everything sinful that made his heart stutter in his chest and more. He could feel his very being reaching out and grasping towards the both of his partners, ready to worship them as the celestial beings that you were. Ominis leaned over you, digging his teeth into the opposite shoulder that Sebastian had bitten and marking you once more. Both of you were his, no one else's. He put all of his frustration into his thrusts, grabbing onto your hips as they stuttered against the brunette’s and slamming you down in time with his own movements, filling you with an otherworldly level of revelry.
Growling, his teeth clenched together as sounds of lust spilled from his throat and cascaded down onto your skin, Ominis spoke between each thrust. "You're ours, Sebastian. Take it for us, I know you can. You feel so perfect, squeezing me just like that."
The freckled boy slapped at your thigh, lacing his fingers together with the blond’s as they grabbed at your love handles with enough strength to leave bruises. Whines spilled from your throat like the fountain of youth, seeping into your partner’s ears and silencing every negative thought that hid behind their amorous expressions. Each thrust filled him with unimaginable levels of pleasure, his orgasm rocketing closer and closer to spilling over the precipice and into the blissful chasm below.
Sebastian stuttered against your shoulder, ecstasy piercing his brain each time your bouncing syncs with Ominis’ thrusts. “F-fuck— please can I c-cum? Please let me cum, I’ve been so good, please.”
You could feel your own release building, sending blinding hot heat to your stomach and blacking out your vision into an incandescent infinity. The blond’s thrusts behind you were getting sloppy, his rhythm stuttering around his hips and his fingernails digging painfully into the skin of your flesh. Pants flew out of your mouths, each of you struggling against the tightening pressure in your lower bodies as you fought for more air. You nodded at the brunette, your voice long gone in the throes of pleasure, before slapping one of your hands over the two combined at your waist, tying the three of you together.
Ominis whined, all his dominance shedding from his body only to be replaced with flustered indulgence. “Yes, cum for us, Sebastian. You’ve been so good— taking us so well. I want to feel you tighten around my cock as you release into them. Shit.”
At his words, everything in his brain was wiped away in a torrential downpour of heavenly euphoria— light flooding behind his eyes as his release exploded through his body, the both of his partner’s following soon after and sending the trio into the effervescent, enigmatic paradise.
Bodies crashed atop of bodies, cum mingling together and turning cold against your hot, sweaty forms. Sebastian gasped for air, his everything beginning to give in to exhaustion from the constant pleasure and pain he had experienced at the hands of his loves. Ominis rolled off first, gently kissing you on the back of your exposed neck and lifting off of the brunette’s hips. The freezing cold water of the washcloth the blond had grabbed was absolutely amazing against your skin— all traces of your exuberant sex being wiped away with a caring, gentle hand. Ominis tossed the washcloth away without a care for where it landed, exhaustion seeping into his own bones. With the last of his strength, he tucked his two companions under the blankets of their bed, cuddling up against the back of Sebastian and wrapping his arms around your waist where you rested against the brunette’s chest. You slotted together like pieces of a puzzle, love swirling around your souls and pressing gentle kisses to the magic that hummed in your veins.
Sebastian laughed breathily, sleep descending on him— he felt boneless, like years of his life had been swept away in the tides of contentment. His eyelids were heavy as he pressed his lips against your temple and the other’s wrist. “Marry me.”
A soft grin stretched across your face, sleep whispering sweet nothings in your ears just as it was to your boys. “What did you say?”
He snuggled closer to your warmth, reaching for the other boy’s arm and tugging him flush to his back. “I said marry me. There’s no one else I want to be with. No more doubts, no more insecurity, no more jealousy— this is it for me. This is my future; you both are my future.”
You hummed against his chest, the soothing sound of his heartbeat dragging you deeper and deeper into your slumber. “Let me think about it.”
You pretended to ponder for a moment, listening carefully to the brunette’s heart and gauging how true his words were. The solid, steady beat of his heart never changed— every inch of his body oozing trust and love. You kissed the skin just above where the organ rested and prepared to speak, your smile dazzling like the brightest constellations before craning your neck slightly over Sebastian’s shoulder, looking at the snoozing blond and squeezing the hand around your waist. “What do you say, Ominis? Should we marry this stubborn mule of a man?”
Ominis huffed, his own sleepy smile spreading across his cheeks as he squeezed the both of you closer to his chest. “As long as no one takes my last name, I think I’d be okay with that arrangement.”
You giggled, light and airy like wind chimes on a summer day, running your fingers first through the hair of the blond just at the edge of your reach and then the brunette pressed close to you. “I suppose I’m okay with that, too.”
You three would talk more about it in the morning, hash out all the details and ponder how one would even have a triumvirate wedding. But, until then, the blissful feeling of rest sweeped over the room, gently tucking each of the former Hogwarts students into the comforting arms of those that they love most in the world and filling their dreams with images of the future.
For now, all was well.
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Current Castlevania Masterlist (As of 01.21.24)
Key:
HC = Headcanons (most asks)
OS = One Shots, Ficlets, Drabbles (stand-alone pieces longer than bullets)
CS = Longform & Chapter Stories
CYOA = Choose Your Own Adventure (parts where Reader, s/o, makes different actions to appeal to different, separate characters)
Matchups = Character Matchups for Different Fandoms (readers get paired with a character based on their personality)
Hot! = Adult/NSFW Content
🧛♀️ Castlevania 🧛♀️
Longer Form (One-Shots) & Chapter Stories:
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her
OS: Modern! Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Three) & goes back to the castle with Lisa and Dracula where she meets Adrian
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Two
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Three
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard
OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast
OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3
OS: Trio saves Werewolf!Reader from cruel vampire owner (Part 1)
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader (Part 2)
CS: Sacrificial Family: A child is sacrificed to Dracula by their cultist parents. Completely aghast by this abhorrent behavior displayed by who should be your caretakers, the vampire, and his wife decide to adopt them. But welcoming a new addition to the family when yours is composed of a human doctor, vampire lord, and dhampir child isn’t as easy as it seems. Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
Choose Your Own Adventure:
HC & OS & CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series (3 Parts)
HC & OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS & HC & CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS & HC & CYOA: The trio member of your choosing brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
Quizzes:
What Castlevania (Netflix) Character Are You Most Compatible With?
Trio:
HC: The worst partner for the trio to have
HC: Reacting to someone from the future
HC: Significant other with chronic pain
HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day
HC: Falling in love w/ the same person & trying to woo them separately
HC & OS & CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series (3 Parts)
HC & OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS & HC & CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS & HC & CYOA: The trio member of your choosing brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series
HC: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)
HC: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)
OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)
HC & OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)
HC: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting
HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader Part 2
HC: Soldier, Poet, King with the Castlevania Trio
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
HC: Modern!AU Castlevania Headcanons
Alucard
HC: Yandere! Alucard
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Two
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Three
HC: Yandere!Alucard finds girl in coma in the woods & takes her home (½)
HC: Yandere!Alucard when coma girl wakes up (2/2)
OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard
HC: A mother of a dhampir runs to Alucard’s castle for help & he falls in love with them & protects them from her evil vampire ex
HC: Alucard has a long-lost mute!sister who’s lost her memory
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard
OS: An empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast
OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3
HC: Alucard Getting a Villager’s Attention (Pre-S1)
HC: Alucard Meeting Trevor’s Older Sister
HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha
HC: Helping their Significant Other Through a Panic Attack
Trevor
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
OS: Trevor and a Poor Vision!Reader outside of Gresit
HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha
HC: Helping their Significant Other Through a Panic Attack
Sypha
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
HC: Sypha Reacting to a Vampire!Child That’s Scared of Her
Lisa:
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her
OS: Modern! Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Three) & goes back to the castle with Lisa and Dracula where she meets Adrian
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
HC: Modern!AU Castlevania Headcanons
Dracula:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
HC: Castlevania Pairings and Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
HC: Modern!AU Castlevania Headcanons
Hector:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
HC: Helping their Significant Other Through a Panic Attack
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
HC: Modern!AU Castlevania Headcanons
HC: Isaac & Hector’s Partnership Post S4
Isaac:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
HC: Helping their Significant Other Through a Panic Attack
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
HC: Modern!AU Castlevania Headcanons
HC: Isaac & Hector’s Partnership Post S4
Godbrand:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
Greta:
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
Lenore:
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
Zamfir:
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
Striga:
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
Morana:
HC: Castlevania Pairings & Their Preferred Positions - Hot!
#castlevania imagines#castlevania x reader#alucard x reader#alucard imagine#trevor belmont x reader#mod post#masterlist
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my persona 5 fics
the shelf life of a persona fic is nonexistent i have discovered so i wanted to make a big post of my old fics lmao
the only incomplete fic and non oneshot here
stuck in the middle - 19k, 3 chapters published. A Joker's Palace AU taking place in the summer post-Royal, following the rest of the Phantom Thieves as they make their way through the Palace and confront Joker's issues. You know. Palace fic.
all of these are oneshots and complete
also all rated T or lower. in ascending length order:
blood capsules - 2.1k, akeshu. real detective/thief au. Akechi interrupts the leader of the Phantom Thieves in the middle of a heist.
lazarus taxa - 2.5k, akeshu-ish. Akechi and Akira run into each other 10 years postcanon. Akira thought Akechi was dead. They talk.
the most dangerous thing is to love - 5.1k, akeshu-ish. written with my beloved friend @/kaetor. Joker makes it over the bulkhead in the engine room before Akechi gets the chance to seal himself in to die.
oh, you can't unmake me - 5.7k, akechi-centric. Akechi wakes up in Maruki's reality with something that is definitely not him in control of his body.
judgement by the hounds - 7.1k, akeshu. werewolf/vampire au. akira starts transforming at the worst possible time, and, okay, maybe he should have double checked if it was a full moon before getting drinks with a monster hunter.
when the heart would cease - 13k, akeshu. fantasy au. akechi wakes up in his own grave following his punishment failing to kill akira, with a year to avenge his death.
my magnus archives au
these are all oneshots based on the universe of the podcast the magnus archives (which is very good) they're only loosely connected to each other but yknow we vibe
where the void sings - 3.4k. Sae and Akechi investigate a series of supernatural incidents, from a crashed train full of spiders to the suspiciously normal murder of kunikazu okumura
blood, guts, and chocolate cake - 3.6k, shujin trio-centric. so you know that feeling when your gym teacher is both an abhorrent person and some kind of meat monster so you have to hunt him down and murder him? (canned laughter)
wolves without teeth - 5.8k, akeshu-ish? Akechi tries to gain Akira's trust in order to manipulate him.
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You came down harsh on Hermione and I’m going to say I think the whole wizardry world sees violence as fun and probably don’t share our views because everything can mostly be easily fixed. Like the Weasley’s testing their product on the younger student population (who most likely can’t defend themselves) and sell love potions (aka date rape drugs essentially). Hermione meanness should be pointed out, but like how fanfic writers whitewash Draco (reduce him to a misunderstood kid) I think it’s fair that others do the same for her. Also, with Draco we have the knowledge that he associates with a racist and I’m not talking about blood supremacy which makes him trash already. I’m talking about Pansy worm comment to Angelina. We are aware that Draco willingly cast two unforgivables. One successfully and the other unsuccessfully. Like they are both trash, but it’s funny on how you went on a Hermione tangent when Draco himself is basura too. Seriously though Hermione should have never attack Ron she was trash for that and should have been called out by Harry or Ginny. Then again Ginny also attacks ppl so yeah.
Hello anon.
First of all, why is it a problem that I came down harshly on Hermione? I tagged my post as anti Hermione and I hate her. Well, I don't hate her really, I hate how her character is handled.
I find most characters in HP intolerable. I can count the number of characters I like/tolerate on one hand maybe. I think the wizarding world is full of disgusting people who see muggles as lesser and have a high tolerance for abuse.
Why do I need to criticize Draco when I criticize Hermione?? The point of my post is that Draco is heavily criticized already for his part in Dramione but the same is never done for Hermione. So I criticized her part in dramione since no one else will. I clearly stated in my post that Draco is not good for Hermione either. You can find multitudes of people who hate Draco and multiple anti Draco posts. I think we need more posts calling out the golden trio for being terrible people too.
Before getting into HP, I thought Harry Potter was a great hero. But after examining his character I realized Harry is an awful person and has little consideration for other people. I actually find Harry more abhorrent than Draco. Because Harry is supposed to be the hero of the story but he is clearly lacking.
I actually hate fanfics that whitewash Draco. Draco is snarky and fun and awful a lot of times. I find him very interesting and entertaining. I don't like him being made into a super victim abused by his daddy and I don't like when he is overly demonized.
So yeah. What exactly is the problem? My post was about Hermione. Not Draco. I don't care if people want to whitewash her. But I sure as hell won't be tolerating it. If girls want female role models, there are other female characters out there 1000 times better than Hermione. Female characters who don't abuse their love interests for one.
#anti hermione granger#anon ask#anti golden trio#draco malfoy#anti harry potter#anti harry james potter#wizarding world is awful#anti romione#hermione is not a good female role model#anti dramione#anti fanon draco malfoy
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we all know self sacrifice is a clawthorne family thing like we had hunter and his various shenanigans (especially the most recent episode), lilith’s offer to take eda’s place on the day of unity, gwendolyn sacrificing decades of her life and many family heirlooms to try to cure eda’s curse, etc. we don’t know too much about evelyn but caleb very likely sacrificed himself by being killed by phillip when phillip’s original target was his wife. if you’re talking about in-laws raine (who’s probably going to be married into the clawthorne family by the end of the show lets be real) got themselves captured in eda’s place as a rebel and tried to sacrifice themselves to take down darius and eberwolf. even phillip, who doesn’t even want to be an in-law of the clawthornes, has sacrificed hundreds of years and painfully extended his life with wild magic that he abhorrs, all to destroy witches, an altruistic goal, in his eyes, to save humanity. they didn’t have time to develop hooty too much but maybe he’ll show vibes of self sacrifice too in season 3 lol.
but the real mvps are the main trio of eda, king, and luz. eda let herself be captured by lilith to save luz in the s1 finale (and never stopped self sacrificing since maam please see a therapist). king let himself be captured by the collector to save luz in the s2 finale. so i assume luz is probably going to let herself be captured by someone to save eda and king in the series finale. maybe belos? it would be thematically appropriate given how eda parallels lilith, king parallels the collector, and luz REALLY parallels phillip. they won’t kill the main character of a disney tv y7 show and luz dying wouldn’t make sense for the overall themes of the story, but i assume she’ll Really Go Through It in the last episode.
(another thing - eda almost gets petrified in the s1 finale and luz almost gets petrified in the s2 finale. does that mean king is next? would petrification even hurt him as a titan?)
#toh#the owl house#shut up pandora#ok in order:#hunter toh#hunter noceda#lilith clawthorne#eda clawthorne#gwendolyn clawthorne#evelyn clawthorne#caleb wittebane#phillip wittebane#raine whispers#darius deamonne#eberwolf the huntsman#emperor belos#hooty toh#king clawthorne#luz noceda#did i need to tag all these characters?#probably not
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Okay, it's time to talk about Wyll's girls (AKA my two Wyll romance tavs).
First up, my completed playthrough:
Sel'donna, the half high elf, half tiefling cleric of Kelemvor.
Sel'donna was born into a very rich elf family in Baldur's Gate- as a bastard. Her mother has two children (Sel's older sister and brother) with her late husband, and much later on had Sel (always Sel, never Donna), with a tiefling family guard. Sel's mother quite loved him, but Sel's grandmother- family matriarch, thought it was an abomination to be with someone aside of an elf (she is very, very racist). Sel's mother kept her, but the family was always abhorrent to Sel.
She left home as still a child- seventeen- because she hated the way her family treated her mother because of her. She also wanted to find a way to piss them off as much as possible. She settled on serving a god that would unnerve them- Kelemvor. She had no calling to the god specifically aside of that.
She was living at a temple about a three days walk from Baldur's Gate when she was snatched up.
She is quite proud of her heritage- she did not inherit horns or a tail from her father, but she styles her hair in the pictured way to emulate horns. She does have lots of little bumps and ridges- and she got his eyes. His very haunting eyes.
She could have had the ultimate fuck you to her family by marrying Duke Ravyngard's son, and suddenly being stationed above them. But she really was never one for the high life- and she couldn't dream of pushing Wyll away from adventuring for politics. The two of them end up in Avernus with Karlach, which hoenstly is just fine with Sel. She has a good time. She's with the love of her life. And she and Wyll might be developing feelings for Karlach.
Bonus look at the trio:
And next:
Everette, the high elf rogue!
Everette comes from nothing in Baldur's Gate. She's used to living on the streets, grew up there- watched her family and friends be eaten alive by the city. Frankly, the Mindflayers snatching her up is almost a blessing.
She falls for Wyll being just utterly sweet, because not many people were ever nice to her. They two begin their downfall though the moment she realizes who his father is.
Because what a change to go from a street urchin to the high society of Baldur's Gate!
Her playthrough is still in Act I (I just started it over the weekend), but the end goal is that Wyll will keep Mizora and take up the role as Archduke, like his father asks. And she'll become the voice in his ear, enjoying running the city behind the curtains. Mizora adores her, much to Wyll's chagrin (and yet, he can't see it as a red flag- he's smitten).
Everything she does is calculated. She's been in survival mode her whole life that she doesn't know how to turn it off. And she networks. She let's Astarion ascend because she thinks it will serve her purpose better. She pushes Shadowheart away from Shar because she thinks the sheer number of Selunites is more useful than the Sharrans.
The problem, at the end of the day- is that she does love Wyll. But everything becomes warped thanks to the idea of power.
#baldur's gate 3#sel'donna#everette#bg3 tav#tav#okay thanks for letting me info dump carry on with your day
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Yule Special: Night Three Pt. 1
The irony about white out conditions in winter was the burning sensation one’s eyes go through when trying to navigate, the flakes like bits of chili powder biting away at the eyes thanks to the miserable natural force called high winds. Dodging branches and the odd displaced pieces of clothing, our trio went trying to save someone that frankly should’ve been sacrificed to the flesh stealing skeleton. Life would’ve been so much nicer without this asshole in it, but alas, all part of becoming a better person and having an easier time taking custody of a clearly feral child with a hunger for violence. The group drew close towards the moldy skeleton man and the shrieking man child that was now freezing as Envy got that all too familiar vicious grin to their horrid gremlin face. Greed and Dolly had a very bad gut feeling as Envy got into that special little head space they hadn’t accessed in a while, pure unadulterated hatred for the skeletal Hohenheim for putting them through a blizzard of all things. Hohenheim had zero feelings or thoughts aside from getting more human flesh to stay warm in, there was nothing left of the former alchemist mentally speaking. A skeletal hand was gently kneading the skin Thomas had like it was clay between his rotted fingers, Thomas was clearly looking over all his past actions in life that led to it.
“Hohenheim of Light, as much as I would be thrilled if you bathed in that jackass’s blood, I’m afraid I need him for paperwork stuff. After that though you’re welcome to keep him!” Envy called out, keeping up with the promise of not being a complete vengenced filled asshole.
“Envy you Prick! Uncle Freddy was right all this time! You’re going to sacrifice me to the Skeleton DILF!?” Thomas yelled, he resembled a far worse version of Freddy when he was young as Hohenheim gave a look the best a skeleton could make.
“....Tiger Pirate?” Hohenheim seemed to have very VERY strong emotions regarding that term of DILF ingrained into his rotted brain.
“Shit I think he remembered Freddy..” Dolly muttered, hoping to the gods that Hohenheim won’t hunt down Freddy for his skin in vengeance.
“Thomas no, that’s not a DILF! That’s an abhorrent abomination against nature! Those two things are very clearly different.” Greed looked very horrified at what qualified as a DILF to Thomas, especially a skin stealing monstrosity.
“Are you kidding me right now!? I’M ABOUT TO GET SKINNED HERE!” Thomas screamed once more, making the skeleton man drop him like a hot dog turd.
“Rude Tiger Pirate….no good…” Hohenheim groaned, not wanting to drape himself in the flesh of a creep that would refer to him still as a DILF.
“Happy now? Even the terrible skeleton monster has rejected you Thomas.” Envy snidely said as Thomas made a shuffle scramble like a cockroach in the snow towards the group.
“Okay I think we’re done here, let’s just grab Thomas and get back to the household…” Dolly tried to say before Hohenheim the undead scourge opened his maul.
“No…I need…FLESH!” Hohenheim declared as he moved towards Greed, his flesh looking ripe for the picking to his little undead whimsy.
“DAMN IT OLD MAN I’M NOT GIVING YOU THIS SEXY SKIN OF MINE!” Greed started activating his armor, not thrilled to be eyed by an absolute nightmare fuel creature.
“Jackass I was going to leave yah alone out of good will…” Envy grinned maliciously for the thrill of the long awaited bloody fight they’ve been craving to have.
The sounds made as the skeletal crime against nature and the alchemical abomination collide in violent combate was likened to how two dogs get into a life or death fight. Loud, horrible, and painful to watch as the others watched on, none of them wanting to intervene on Envy’s violence rumpus. Envy had laid claim on Hohenheim and damn it, the laws of first dibs applied perfectly to such a case. The sounds of the former Alchemist’s rotted bones cracking from the assaults made Envy grin as though they were having a rather magical time of pure bliss. Making the nightmare that was formerly a father pay in agony was simply the best Yule gift Envy could’ve hoped for. The scattered bone fragments littered the snow as Hohenheim attempted to reassemble himself, Envy just grinning away as they placed their foot right on the rotted skull.
“All of this could have been avoided if you only left when given the chance, but oh well, now it’s time to burn in hell.” Envy’s sneer would soon wash away as the nightmare known as Hohenheim started to pull not only the scattered bone fragments, but also pooling in the pelts of human flesh to his body.
“Ah anus drippings…” Dolly muttered as she watched in abject horror of Hohenheim reforming himself into a monstrous blob of human flesh and rotted bones straight from the depths of Hell.
“Did you know he could do that?” Thomas whimpered as his eyes became wide as doe’s eyes upon seeing the horror show unfold.
“Does it look like I know he would!? Fucking Hohenheim can cheat!” Envy screeched in anger as they kicked the flesh mound once last time before having to retreat from a fleshy tendril whip.
“Guys, we should be running, NOW…that fucker is eying my flesh damn it!” Greed started to make his way back to the household, not liking that Mount Dreadful Flesh was eying him like meat.
“THIS ISN’T OVER YET HOHENHEIM!” Envy yelled as they joined the retreat as Hohenheim made unholy screeches in the blizzard conditions.
Grabbing Thomas by the loose skin of his back, Envy started to run, dragging the future Hohenheim of Light 2.0 along in the blizzard as Dolly and Greed followed along. The monstrosity gave chase in the blizzard, its need for flesh grew stronger as it burned those vital calories keeping its horror body alive. It needed more and damn it, that monster was going to collect more. The sight of the household started to become clear the closer the group got as someone was standing outside with something massive hoisted over their shoulder. Envy squinted their eyes a bit to figure out what they were seeing before realizing, it was old man Freddy with a rocket launcher. Freddy evidently heard the screeches outside and wisely, got the rocket launcher from the family arsonals. Age had made Freddy much more bolder and much more violent than he had been back during his youth.
#The Wayfarer#Yule Special: Night 3#Short story#Writing#Fan Fiction#FMA Fan Fiction#FMA 03#Fullmetal Alchemist#Envy the Jealous#Envy#Greed the Avaricious#Greed#Hohenheim of Light#OCs#Homunculus#Homunculi
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Umireread: Legend of the Golden Witch - Chapter 14: Boiler Room
Sun, Oct 5 1986 - Indeterminate
The following contains spoilers for the entirety of Umineko. Please do not read if you are yet to finish it.
And we’re off… with another Wikipedia section.
I kind of let it slide last time, when they were talking about Maria and childhood development, but I want to take that back now. George lost both his parents in a horrific murder moments ago. There is absolutely no way he would be engaging in intellectual discussion about the specifics of locked room mysteries, in the same way that the trio shouldn’t have been going “this is also interesting from a sociological standpoint!” a couple hours after they saw their parents/love interest mutilated in an abhorrent murder scene. Bad writing.
Gonna be real: this is fairly uncomfortable. It’s played lightheartedly, but hitting Maria several times, even semi-playfully, feels very inappropriate after the scene in the rose garden. None of these characters are acting anything like they should under the current circumstances.
This story is very obviously fictional and fantastical in nature.
And so we get to the big scene. While the first twilight is my personal highlight of Episode 1, I’m pretty sure most people agree that this one is probably the most important.
So, Yasu throws away the title of furniture, and sacrifices the Kanon persona, knowing there is no turning back now - there’s no shortage of analyses for that. What really stood out to me here was the roulette discussion - it’s something that has been brought up quite a few times, as the concept of the Demons’ Roulette is pervasive throughout Umineko, but I haven’t had any major thoughts on it so far. Here, as the focus, I think the roulette is a reflection of the massacre as a whole.
Yasu wants to be stopped - but she, at this point, knows that’s almost certainly not going to happen. The family are too caught up in their own drama, they’re too self centred, their thoughts have turned to staying alive rather than solving the Epitaph. They want to solve the murders, but they’re not on the right wavelength to understand Yasu. Her motive is inscrutable, her methods esoteric. The Ushiromiya family is doomed. The roulette is red or black.
She, however, is the zero on the roulette. Yasu is the green. When Kinzo spoke earlier of the high risk, high reward of the roulette, this is what he meant - either everyone dies, Yasu gets her revenge, we see the likely outcome of red or black. But if someone solves the Epitaph - if someone understands Yasu - if someone discovers her, this extra spot on the roulette, they win. And she wants to be understood. By someone - anyone. She wants them to win.
Beatrice’s game is one where she always wins; she casts a dice and cares not for the result, as she is content with any. If the roulette is red or black, the house wins, she profits. But if the house loses - and the family are rewarded with their 10 ton payout - she still wins. Because she has traded all the gold for an honour that no money could ever buy.
Man, it always feels unfortunate when I have to go directly from making a deep point to a more surface level observation, or comedic note - but I do like the consistent use of “makeup” across the murders. Very funny when it’s quite literal for the faked deaths. But even for the real bodies - earth to earth - it adds this layer of doubt and fantasy to the level which should have none.
Yasu has had little control in her life. She has suffered because of the actions of others, from the moment of her conception to where she is now. The events of October 4 and 5 - presuming the roulette hits red or black - is a final gambit to wrestle control back from the world that denied her. And just as Yasu decides to go out on her own terms, Kanon wrestles the stake from his chest, a final action that gives him the say in his own demise. It is an act of agency - an act of one who is no longer furniture.
Kumasawa, once again, is having WAY too much fun with this. She can’t even hide the smile this time.
I think there’s something to say about the Ushiromiya pride being their downfall here - bodies are dirty. They don’t want to disgrace their own hands with them. They must send for the doctor so that they may make the inspection. If any of them had taken a pulse, checked for themselves, or even tried to rush to assist - the plan would be over. But Yasu knows that these people will fall prey to the fantasy. Why would they help her? No-one ever has. This must have been cathartic to write.
So given the Kinzo situation, this must be the moment that Natsuhi immediately clocks the servants as being culpable. Being aware of what she knows, and aware of what she knows they know, contextualises a lot of her upcoming jitteriness towards them.
You know, we haven’t had Kanon’s death tip yet. I suppose it might be because they’re going with the whole “he could be alive in Nanjo’s office”, but it’s another cute little hint that something’s off here.
Oh we have it again with the characters going off about the history of polydactyly in the family. Umineko is at its best when we are really feeling the human behind these characters. It’s at its worst when they’re listing off facts in a scientific manner right after someone close to them just died.
Oh yeah we get Kinzo’s death tip before Kanon’s. This scene is so suspicious before you even start to really think about it.
So that means Krauss and Shannon are in the clear, right? After all, we saw Krauss with half a face, and Hideyoshi told us that Shannon was there with half a face as well. It’s a good thing that there are no co-conspirators here who would lie to us to preserve the mystery.
Oh, the clock’s getting bigger as we progress through the Epitaph. I like that a lot. Very imposing.
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“crimson” | M.S
‘no one’s getting hurt’, are they?!”
she looked offended, almost outraged as she took a step closer, copying his stance in a mocking manner and pointing up at the other bodies in the audience, “they said they were birdwatching!”
“with knifes in their skulls?!”
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word count: 2557
themes: s u g g e s t i v e, implications of gore, not proof read, 3AM writing
i tried to give her for deadpool vibes and i think i got something beautiful in the end
IF THIS DOES WELL I’M GONNA WRITE UP ‘THAT NIGHT’ (i’m doing it regardless)
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the streets of london were grimy ones of sorts. often sinister and eerie, embezzled with even darker, devious criminals that only emerged once the sun bid its farewell. petty crime was nothing but the accepted norm, yet only a rare few troubled souls dared to dance amongst those most ruthless names that ruled those very streets and their dealings.
marc spector was one of those troubled souls.
was it any surprise? to marc spector, the adrenaline of the chase and the thrill of verging mortality was the oxygen that he so desperately needed to survive. whilst steven lost himself in his work and amongst reels of writing for his very own book on egyptology , marc’s way to cope was far more perilous. perhaps an unhealthy mechanism of handling his horrors - yet one too addictive to let go.
it started off as simple tasks, either set out by khonshu himself or that troublesome itch that attracted him to the chaos, a few fist fights at clubs for the darling prize of information, capturing a thief or two. they were quick to bleed deeper, delving further into the true innings of those infamous, powerful gang organisations just as a blade would to skin, carving out a wound that marc had discovered was to be tended to by another. a soul far more troubled than he.
a vigilante of sorts in london was unorthodox in itself, but two?
marc sensed she was a chaotic being the moment he lay eyes on her, gracefully tearing through a trio of thugs for the very information that he had been sent to punch out of them himself. yet it was not the masterful elegance she held when disposing of the bodies which chilled marc spector (out of all people) - it was her smile. an eerie, jovial thing, driven by the euphoria that followed through with each powerful punch she dealt, each crack of bones that blessed her ears, each howl of agony that left their bloodied lips. such an alluring look, yet driven by their searing symphony, bringing a smile of childlike joy drawn across her crimson painted lips - a sight unnerving enough to send a shiver down marc’s spine.
and of course, khonshu was quick to take a liking to her. whether it was the lunacy in her actions or the discomforting aura that rubbed even the ruthless marc spector the wrong way, a partnership was swift to blossom - yet what bloomed between them seemed was far too wrangled and abhorrent to be deemed flowerful in their eyes. but oh, how wrong they were.
alas, it was no surprise that an irritated groan left his lips the moment he so stealthily landed in an hidden alleyway, where he saw the girl patiently waiting for his arrival, leaning against a wall as her dagger elegantly danced between her fingers - donning that striking crimson lipstick which always left a heavy feeling in his stomach. fluttering.
he hated it. he hated her. and his annoyance was quick to get her attention.
“hello to you too, moon boy !” she beamed with a cheerful grin, putting the blade back in its holster on her thigh, all while her masked eyes glared daggers at him. her outfit was far simpler than his, a black leather jumpsuit with various knife holders for even darker coloured weapons (though they were all surprisingly empty today), paired with a lace masquerade mask that crossed marc’s mind far more than he’d like to admit.
“miss me? you know, i was stood here just thinking about the economy and how barbie mariposa really-”
the moment she started speaking, marc was quick to whisk over and clamp a gloved hand over her crimson lips, deadpanning in a tone as stern as nails “nope. not a word.” her expression didn’t seem to change, peering into the glowing eyes of his mask, “i am not dealing with you tonight.”
neither of them had noticed, but the swiftness in marc’s actions had closed the gap between them, pressing her back to the wall. “oh, the irony.” her voice was muffled, yet words still sharp enough to slice through the restraint and hit him. marc spector’s eyes narrowed, remaining frozen in place all while her eyes bore into his.
he knew exactly what she meant, deepening the frown that drew across his lips. that night. the one that had stuck with him for as long as it had passed. marc remembered it like it was yesterday, where those darling, painted lips were instead crimson with blood - hers. where khonshu had made his appearance after days of dubious silence and had him open the door before she could knock. where she stood there, at his mercy, multiple stab wounds gushing with blood, staining her attire. her face, unmasked for the first time. stunning. that night where only a whimper befell her lips before unconsciousness swept her off her feet and into his arms. he had caught her with ease before the girl’s head met the floor, feeling the echo of her words remain heavy on his shoulders.
“help me marc… please.”
he has never been so fond of his own name before it fell from her crimson lips.
her words stayed with him that night, as did he by her side, disinfecting the wounds before applying light pressure by tying his shirt around her and letting her wake before thorough stitching. steven remained struck with fearful silence as khonshu confessed to guiding her back to the boys, disappearing just after sparing marc the required details - yet marc was far too occupied with her to heed to anything regardless. his gaze was glued to her. a sworn enemy at the hands of his mercy, a privilege that very little of his rivals were given. he was infatuated by her. the way she basked in the moonlight, painted in it as fine art. the way she stretched and stirred, perhaps under the weight of his intense gaze rather than the wounds. the way her eyes never left his as he stitched her up in heavy silence once she awoke. the way she felt like putty in his grip, fingertips tracing her skin, brushing over her lips, her fingers soon in his hair as he -
“spector!” she snapped, bringing him back to the present and swatting his hand away with ease thanks to his distracting train of thought. as his eyes refocused on his surroundings, they landed on her lips once more. that vivid red, with the very taste of strawberries and vanilla that he had a deathly craving for, almost ravenous without it. “wakey wakey darling, we have a sack of flesh to slaughter!”
the girl’s gaze missed his, instead brushing past the caped crusader and heading towards the back door which would lead them straight into the ‘lair’ of their target tonight. before she could escape any further, marc’s armsnaked around her waist, pulling her back into him - leaving the black leather of her suit pressed against the detailed fabric of his own. willing for the mask to disappear. the sight of his unruly curls and those hardened eyes brought a dastardly smile to her face.
a hand reached up to weave its way through his hair, an action that marc was sure to leave him breaking his defences. swiftly, she stopped her from doing so, grabbing her wrist, clearly with no intent to let go. his orbs bore into hers, his flurry of heated emotion washing over his consciousness as his other hand left her waist and instead firmly grasped her hip, tugging her closer where his lips could only just brush over the crimson of hers. his voice was stern and commanding, leaving the girl everything but, even while under his grip.
“you’ll kill no one. understand me?” his voice was almost a growl, holding a tone that only those mad would differ. alas, marc spector didn’t truly think through in terms of his company.
a cheshire smile donned her lips - all of the answer to such a seemingly ridiculous question. her free hand cupped his cheek, an intimate action that left him dumbfounded regardless of the calm and collected façade he wore. his breath hitched, conscious of the vulnerable position that he had let himself get into. the two were as smitten as each other, and just as stubborn. too prideful to cave in to their desire.
once again, marc’s eyes were drawn to those crimson lips of hers as the soothing feeling of her thumb circling against his skin turned sharp. the hand that gripped her by her hip tightened in response, welcoming the aching pain to his cheek. it didn’t take him long to realise that she had her nails dug deep into his skin, a silent response to such a demanding threat. sharp as talons, her nails were sure to leave small crescents dotted across his face, what was sure to be an ironic sight later for both him and the others. in the meantime, both gazes locked once more, glaring daggers sharp enough to dissect the heavy load of tension that surrounded them.
moments passed, marc trapped in silent, blissful agony, before she leant into whisper in his ear, voice as soft as silk and dangerously close.
“we’re not in that little apartment of yours. out here?” pressing her nails further into him provoked an unexpected soft hiss to leave his lips, a sound that left her biting her lip in excitement before giggling softly, “you don’t control me, darling…”
“you’re a brat, you know that?” he snarled, pulling away from her grip and letting go of his. his cheek throbbed, yet still, a twisted part of him longed for her touch once more. something. anything which meant they were close.
an illustrious cackle left her lips, seeming as if nothing had transpired between them and the fluttering in her stomach was just hunger. “oh, completely. you’d actually be surprised just how many people's bad sides i’m on.”
an aching marc met her words with a glare, simply raising his brow and offering a snarky retort, “would i? you’re insufferable.”
playfully, a pout tugged at her lips, “now i’m not all bad. besides, moon boy, no one’s getting hurt here! you’re just stressing ou-“
as if on cue, their heated back and forth was interrupted by a gruesome thud behind them, causing the girl to flinch as marc immediately drew a crescent and whipped his head around to be met with … an enemy already dead. a corpse. crumpled upon impact from the rooftops towering above them, just a few feet away from where the duo stood.
silence. deafening.
marc looked at the remains, a pile of flesh, blood pooling out of it and tainting the alleyway in an all too familiar shade of red. it took marc’s mind a minute to process what the hell had just happened, before his stare turned upwards to the very rooftop the body had fallen from, the edge painted in that cursed crimson colour that seemed to constantly follow him. not a word left his lips, pressed into a thin line of anger as he spotted multiple other bodies of the same condition, like he would with the stars dotted in the darkness above them - bodies slumped in their positions, clearly caught off guard from their tactical positions above. it oddly made sense to him. it had been far too simple getting from his quiet london apartment to the very alleyway he stood in now, especially in such an area littered with criminals and wrongdoings. there were around five or so just on these rooftops alone, lifeless bodies sprawled next to their weapons with various blades sticking out of them … the girl’s empty knife holsters finally made sense.
speaking of, marc turned to her with a grim glare, only to be met with a darling, sheepish smile that nearly had his anger melt in an instant. alas, spector continued on, folding his arms as the silence dragged on, the disapproval on his face as clear as the sun amongst the night’s darkness, and even clearer in his tone, “‘no one’s getting hurt’, are they?!”
she looked offended, almost outraged as shetook a step closer, copying his stance in a mocking manner and pointing up at the other bodies in the audience, “they said they were birdwatching!”
“with knifes in their skulls?!”
yeah… he got her there.
silent in defeat, the girl grabbed another knife from her discreet stash within her suit itself, examining it in the moonlight before turning to him with a beaming grin, “want to be next, moon boy? change the subject, come on!”
as if nothing had happened, the two made their way to the backdoor hidden against the brickwork of the walls, the very door they should have stormed ever since marc first set foot in the dreaded alleyway. it was almost routine to spend countless minutes bickering beforehand, hence marc thought nothing of it and was quick to will for his mask to cover him - buzzing with adrenaline even before the night’s adventure truly started. his mind was racing, thinking about what lies ahead, what weapons he would face, about how she would handle the situation; if he’d need to help her, or protect her, whisk her to safety, the crimson of her lips smudging, her gratitude for doing so and maybe… oh, just her.
he couldn’t help it, yet shaking his head in irritation at his spiralling thoughts.
“ready?” she asked, turning to him oblivious and with a mischievous grin drawn across her lips, revealing the pearly whites behind them. he was silent in response, standing right behind her with crescent shaped daggers in hand, simply looking down and adjusting her mask so it was level on her face. marc’s movements didn’t feel like his own, succumbing to his impulsive thoughts rather than his consciousness screaming at him to get himself in order and wake up from the intoxicating daze that she left him in.
oh, how he hated it. yet how he craved it more than anything. he returned to his fighting stance, secretly grateful for the mask now covering his expressions.
the girl tilted her head up from where she was stood watching marc spector looming above her, and planted a soft kiss on his jaw, just where she could reach. and just like that, he broke. frozen in place as a small giggle escaped her lips and she scurried inside, soundless. marc took second to process it, flustered beyond anything as he blinked rapidly behind the mask.
a finger gingerly reached to where the kiss lingered on his mask, marc was almost disappointed that it had gotten in her way. yet as he brushed it aside and ran face first into the chaos that awaited - he noticed one thing. the thing that sent him crazy more than anything. what both plagued his mind and ruined his day. every day. a colour stronger than any substance on this earth - leaving him nothing but tipsy and weak to hands of she who wore it.
the imprint of her kiss was marked up on his mask. visible.
her colour.
crimson.
#marc spector#marc spector fanfic#marc spector fanfiction#marc spector drabble#marc steven#this was super fun#moon knight#moon knight fanfic#i would kiss him too tbh
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Mothmom’s Masterlist (as of 03/15/23)
🔮 ★ 💗 Masterlists 💗 ★ 🔮
Key:
HC = Headcanons (most asks)
OS = One Shots, Ficlets, Drabbles (stand-alone pieces longer than bullets)
CS = Longform & Chapter Stories
CYOA = Choose Your Own Adventure (parts where Reader, s/o, makes different actions to appeal to different, separate characters)
Hot! = Adult/NSFW Content
🧛♀️ Castlevania 🧛♀️
Longer Form (One-Shots) & Chapter Stories:
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Two
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard
OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast
OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3
OS: Trio saves Werewolf!Reader from cruel vampire owner
CS: Sacrificial Family: A child is sacrificed to Dracula by their cultist parents. Completely aghast by this abhorrent behavior displayed by who should be your caretakers, the vampire, and his wife decide to adopt them. But welcoming a new addition to the family when you compose of a human doctor, vampire lord, and dhampir child isn’t as easy as it seems. Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three
Choose Your Own Adventure:
HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series (3 Parts)
HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: The trio member of your choosing brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
Quizzes:
What Castlevania (Netflix) Character Are You Most Compatible With?
Trio:
HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have
HC: Reacting to someone from the future
HC: S/o with chronic pain
HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day
HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately
HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series
HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)
OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)
H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)
H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting
HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader
Alucard
HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have
HC: Reacting to someone from the future
HC: S/o with chronic pain
HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day
HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately
HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series
HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)
OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)
H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)
H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting
HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader
HC: Yandere! Alucard
OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader
HC: Yandere!Alucard finds girl in coma in the woods & takes her home (½)
HC:Yandere!Alucard when coma girl wakes up (2/2)
OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard
HC: A mother of a dhampir runs to Alucard’s castle for help & he falls in love with them & protects them from her evil vampire ex
HC: Alucard has a long lost mute!sister who’s lost her memory
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard
OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard
OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast
OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3
HC: Alucard Getting a Villager’s Attention (Pre-S1)
HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha
Trevor
HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have
HC: Reacting to someone from the future
HC: S/o with chronic pain
HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day
HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately
HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series
HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)
OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)
H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)
H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting
HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
OS: Trevor and a Poor Vision!Reader outside of Gresit
HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha
Sypha
HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have
HC: Reacting to someone from the future
HC: S/o with chronic pain
HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day
HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately
HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series
HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)
OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)
OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)
HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)
H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)
OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)
H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)
H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles
OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them
HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting
HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader
HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!
HC: Sypha Reacting to a Vampire!Child That’s Scared of Her
Lisa:
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa
OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
Dracula:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
Hector:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
Isaac:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
Godbrand:
HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl
🌙🌠 Voltron: Legendary Defender 🌠 🌚
Lotor:
HC: Lotor with a dyslexic s/o
Keith:
HC: Keith introduces Kosmo to his s/o but he gets jealous of the attention they start to give the space doggo
😈 Monsters/Cryptids/Aliens/Creatures (Exophilia) 👽
HC: Yandere!Nokken x Female!Reader
HC: How would one go about getting Mothman’s attention?
HC: Female!Reader & Meeting/First Date w/ a Merman
❣️⬲Misc. Quizzes:⟴❣️
What Liminal Space Are You?
What Annoying UQuiz-Specific Thing Are You?
Soldier, Poet, King: Who’s Perspective Do You Have?
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Amsterdam (2022, dir. David O. Russell) - review by Rookie-Critic
Amsterdam has been receiving criticism way too harsh for how much it does right. David O. Russell is an incredibly competent director that knows how to frame shots, draw good performances out of his actors (even if he was abhorrently verbally abusive towards talent in the past. Hopefully he's grown as a person since that Lily Tomlin outburst on the set of I Heart Huckabees), and create a great atmosphere. Amsterdam does all of these things right and its message is topical and gone into with the best intentions. I think where the film starts to lack is in its indecisiveness. Russell has a lot of things he wants to say and the cast is so massive and packed with big names that about halfway through the film you start to think that he didn't quite know how to wrangle everything he wanted out of this film into one cohesive story line. Another problem the film has is that I never quite got used to how the main trio just loves to repeat each other. You could chalk this up to the general quirkiness that comes along with a lot of Russell's work, but it was being done in a way that felt unintentional and awkward. Again, this could be just a matter of personal preference, but I found it more distracting than engrossing.
Parroting aside, I will applaud Christian Bale, Margot Robbie, and John David Washington for their excellent performances as well as a lot of the supporting cast, but most notably Robert De Niro and Chris Rock. While every actor in the film was at least good, I found Andrea Riseborough and Mike Myers' performances to be a little cartoonish in comparison to the, again, more grounded-but-still-quirky performances the rest of the cast gives. However, I don't really hold that too much against the film because that almost feels like a nitpick. I am very pleasantly surprised by the entertainment value Amsterdam brings, and can recommend it to a general audience as something, I feel, a wide range of moviegoers will enjoy, even if it tries to wear too many hats during its stay on the screen.
Score: 7/10
Currently streaming on HBO Max.
#Amsterdam#David O. Russell#Christian Bale#Margot Robbie#John David Washington#Robert De Niro#Rami Malek#Anya Taylor-Joy#Chris Rock#Zoe Saldaña#Andrea Riseborough#Michael Shannon#Mike Myers#Taylor Swift#Timothy Olyphant#Matthias Schoenaerts#Alessandro Nivola#Ed Begley Jr.#film review#movie review#2022 films
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Your thoughts on the canonical kny pairings? (The main trio, uzui's polycule, Obanai + Mitsuri and Hakuji + Koyuki)
warning ahead of time that there will be ship hate, just like look away if you dont like that stuff lol
(by main trio, im assuming you mean tanjirou with kanao, zenitsu with nezuko, and inosuke with aoi so we're gonna go with that assumption)
before i actually get started, i will say i generally dont like how gotouge writes romance if they arent established beforehand (like parents), and even then there couldve been more complexity and nuance behind such decisions, the romance is just so weak compared to their ability to write sibling dynamics
with that in mind
tanjirou and kanao - ugh, i dont like it at all, the fact that this was pretty much kanao's whole deal until the douma fight was abhorrent and every time i see kanao getting all flustered around tanjirou i lose 10 years of my life. it feels out of character and i hate that every time i see kanao interacting with him i see nothing but it being used as ship fuel and not a genuine exploration of their dynamic
they also have nothing in common and nothing to bond over, and their dynamic is not fun at all, i really dont see how both fans and gotouge genuinely think theyd make a good couple, its literally "shes a girl, hes a boy, can i make it more obvious"
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zenitsu and nezuko - ughhhhhhhh
i mentioned at some point that this ship brought the worst out of canon zenitsu, and i still hold up to that, it literally ruined whatever emotional maturity he acquired in infinity fortress. then theres the fact that canon nezuko has essentially regressed to a toddler so theres the weirdness from that + she is really in no position to return his affections when she also has no agency over her actions
its the same thing with tanjirou and kanao where they also have nothing in common and nothing to bond over and their dynamic is not fun at all and its just "shes a girl, hes a boy, whoop-dee-stinking-do"
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inosuke and aoi - gotouge put them together bc theyre both blue-coded huh? (/s) like thats it, that is all theyve got going, they have nothing
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uzui's polycule - now this is where it gets a little better (kinda), i like how every one of the characters have distinct personalities and they play off each other in a fun way
i do have two complaints: one is that this relationship is a big reason why i think gotouge is not good at writing romance, bc even if they know how to write the four in an entertaining way, i dont sense any romantic love in their interactions. well, theres uzui and hinatsuru, but even thats reaching
second, makio apparently being a distant cousin of uzui is just wtf, idk why gotouge felt the need to add that at all, way to ruin a perfectly good relationship with a completely unnecessary and gross factoid when they could have just not done that
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obanai and mitsuri - i actually really like this ship, just not the way gotouge handled it. theres so much potential for them to understand each other's struggles with their self image but all they actually got were moments about obanai being a creepy overprotective bastard over her, and mitsuri going "awww hes my knight and im a princess!" like girl,,,,,,
canon obamitsu, cringe
rewrite obamitsu, based
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hakuji and koyuki - literally like the only relationship gotouge didnt screw over or fuck up, you can tell the two love each other a lot and thats what makes the tragedy later on so heartwrenching. koyuki and keizo representing hakuji's capacity to love and find hope and meaning in a cruel world and having them dying is just like, damn, cant believe this is in the same manga where zenitsu got jealous over sanemi patting nezuko on the head
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tldr; main trio pairings are ass, canon obamitsu is wack, uzui polycule is okay just has a few issues, and hakuji and koyuki is the best ship in this story, no question
#incest mention#bc of the uzui thing#asks#kny manga#also thanks for sending all these asks! i love talking about my opinions
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