#id f!mc

[cadybear420]

Immortal Desires m!MC's tactical camo outfit but it's now a cropped top like the f!MC version is, edits by me

Either both get crop tops or neither get crop tops.

[uselessgay10101]

I literally got nothing for #hanaleeappreciationweek (Very shameful of me ik)

So! I give to you, dearest readers, my top 5 hc for Mc x Hana! that are mostly Hana, but Mc kinda had to give that push for her to do.. Anyway!

1. Hana loves watching cheesy lesbian rom-coms

She always loved rom-coms! buuuut they were always your everyday straight ones. Until Mc asked if she wanted to see a Lesbian Rom-com! Hana, of course, was flustered but said yes, and now she has to binge watch a few everu few weeks while hiding her face during the extra cheesy parts

2. Mc was the one who took her to her first pride parade after some convincing

Mc knew Hana had never been to a parade, BUT what she didn't know was Hana WANTED to. To say Hana loved it is an understatement. She was never allowed to think of being anything other than the typical "House Wife." Always be ready for her husband regardless of everything. To think it was 100% okay to be herslef and explore outside of that was..amazing. she could be herslef and be proud. She cried every 15 minutes, and yet she's never felt happier

3. She has a personal goal to make Mc smile as many times as she can

Growing up she never received the attention and love she needed so she'll make sure everyone around her know they are loved. Especially Mc. She has so much love to give and Mc telling her her cheeks hurts from smiling so much when they're together is one of her favorite things to hear

4. Hana confidentiality shows her compedive side after years of hearing Mc fawn over it

Hana has had a comprehensive side since the moment she was born. However, she was never encouraged to let it out much since her parents would say it was "Unlady like." But she now had Mc who would go crazy for it, and that resulted in Hana becoming more assertive in her commpetivenes

5. Mc totally convinced Hana to cut her hair after mentioning she wanted to

Having been told short hair isn't for a girl her entire life, Hana would never have thought she would do it. Thankfully for her, she had Mc who convinced her to after weeks of saying, "But YOU want to!" And "I'll fight anyone who says anything!" So she did. She's never felt so light

[cephydeluxe]

sometimes, I convince myself that my taste in romance in media is """sophisticated""" and """complex""", but then I remember that I am, in fact, a single celled organism and my only real qualifier for a good romance is if they can do the reze kiss

[whoblewboobear]

I want Cas and Gabe to get so close that mc can’t tell where Cas ends and Gabe begins and vice versa. Mc wasn’t unconscious for that long in the grand scheme of things but Gabe being able to admit Cas helped her be more comfortable in her own skin is soooo good. I want to start seeing little things that Gabe would do start showing up in Cas. I love them realizing that they’ve influenced each other in more ways than they though- ngl I think I just want Cas/Gabe lmao.

I love mc so much and I love playing them but I would not be mad at Cas/Gabe meetings that start as an excuse to talk about the best way to help mc without fighting each other. Those eventually just become friend dates and then both of them realize that “okay maybe they aren’t so bad” that turns into “oh shit.. I think I have feelings for them.” Idk which of them coming to the realization first would make the most sense but I think it would be cute if it were Gabe and mc got to tease her about it. Mc could help her sus out if Cas may have feelings for Gabe too. Cas 100% does but would definitely take the route of like teasing Gabe more so she matches him and teases back in a way that just leaves him kinda proud and suuuuper flustered. I want the Gabe/Cas romance shenanigans to ensue sAUR BAD.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

oh i need to draw women asap

[cloversdreams]

my thoughts/hopes on the collab,,,,, now with pics

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Honestly it be better than Twilight lol like a Twilight and the Maury show. Figuring out who the "father" of the child is, especially if you romance both Cas and Gabe 😂

I think ID!MC should get pregnant. For no reason except it’s funny af and it creates another Twilight parallel

[angelsrcute]

OKAY PLS HEAR ME OUT. BARBATOS X MC SMUT BUT ITS LIKE ROYAL DEMON READER MC X BARBIE PLSPLSPSLSPSLLSLSSPS IM BEGGING ON HANDS AND KNEES (copy and pasted that) OKAY SO ID HONESTY BE HAPPY WITH ANYTHING BUT IM THINKING A FEMALE READER AND BARBIE, LIKE obv smut 👀👩‍🦯 IM NOT ASHAMED I honestly don't even know dom reader? Dom barbie? ANYTHING 🙏🙏🛐🛐🛐🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏

⌗ BEEN TRYIN’ HARD NOT TO OVEREAT, YOU'RE JUST SO SWEET. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ 𝐍–𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Dom!Barbatos + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: Jealous!Barb, fingering, rough sex, mating press, dirty talk, aftercare, biting, monster cock. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — I hope you enjoy this! + i fixed the mistakes, sorry (;´Д⊂)

Barbatos was absolutely pissed. Last time he checked, demons were supposed to be not friendly, so why were you talking to a human? And of all people, it had to be that bastard Solomon. He's convinced Solomon was trying to anger him by talking to his fiancée, those looks that laugh at him for being so pathetic.

Barbatos is a very calm man; very calm. So, he walks to you and takes you to one of the guest rooms in the castle, pushing you inside and locking it. "I specifically told you not to talk with him, no? You could've waited for me."

Light kisses make their way down your body, while his fingers quickly pump into your throbbing pussy. Your moans grow louder, hips arching into his touch for more. He leans in to capture your lips, silencing you as you both breathe heavily. "It'd be so good if that bastard was here to see this sight," he whispered into your ear, a gleam of wicked pleasure in his gaze, "that he shouldn't take something that belongs to me."

With his free hand, he pinches and teases your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Your body shudders as you gush around his invading digits, your thighs trembling. Barbatos removes his fingers, bringing them back to his lips to lick them clean.

Spreading your legs wide, he lines up hiscock at your entrance, slowly thrusting in, watching your eyes roll back at the feeling of being stretched. As he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours, you can feel the force driving you deeper into the plush mattress. He nibbles on your earlobe, whispering filthy words, "You like that—? Like it when I'm rough with you? How cute.”

You clench around his cock, gripping him as he continues to fill your pussy, each thrust causing the headboard to creak against the wall. Oh, right, this monstrous cock, which is currently destroying your insides. Marking your pretty neck with love bites before licking them to clean up the blood.

"Too much 'barbs—please let me cum!"

"Good girls get rewarded, you'll get yours soon, so don't cum without my permission." A smack to your ass makes you cry out loud, babbling about how mean he is. He thrusts inside you a few more times, before filling you up with his seed. You cum soon after. He pulls out, picking up your tired body and cleaning you up.

Diavolo sure wonders why his sister can't stand straight, but he smiles at the sight of barbatos helping you stand, hand wrapped around your waist for support. Such a cute couple you both are, he thinks.

[choccy-milky]

OMG HELLO APOLOGIES FOR THE BAD DRAWING BUT I DREW YOUR GIRL CLORA WITH MY HOGWARTS LEGACY MC ATLAS , DANCING AT THE YULE BALL

AWWW SO CUTE, ty for drawing them together!!🥹💖💖 i cant help but wonder where seb is tho LMAOO just ignore him......

@starry-slithers AW STOP😭😭😭 IM HONOURED TO TAKE UP SO MUCH SPACE ON YOUR PHONE BAHAHA 💖💖bc damn do i draw a lot...🧎‍♀️

hmmm this is tough.......i guess i wont say NEVER, but also...probably not?😫 i wrote an ominis x f!mc oneshot that was a nameless mc, but that's cause i dont really ship ominis with any specific mc, whereas with seb, i ship him with clora. so if i WERE to get ideas for oneshots, id probably always do it with him and clora just bc thats where my motivation to write/draw comes from first and foremost... and even if i were to do a oneshot where seb went to azkaban and escaped, id probs still make it about him and clora BAHAHA but just an AU timeline. still, i guess id never say never🤔 i DID have fun writing that ominis oneshot after all, and its a fun challenge to just do she/her, like @myokk just recently did in her most recent oneshot. like even tho myokk did she/her, she still wrote it with eloise in mind and still imagined it as eloise the whole time (which i also did bc of it LOL) and the fanart she did for it was still seb/eloise bahaha. SO YEAH even tho the answer is PROBABLY not for me, its also not impossible and id do the same thing myokk did😇🙏

[salemrph]

Beneath the Moonlit Altar (Ep. 1) Sylus x MC

Summary: Captain Jenna call out a meeting. There is new intel to the Onychinus's Leader. A picture and maybe a weak spot that the Hunter Association could use to bring him down. You find yourself at the crossroads between following your duty or following your heart to protect him.

Character: MC x Sylus

Genre: mysterious, danger, romance | Pet names : Kitten, Sweetie, Sweetheart

Warnings/Additional Tags: f!reader

| Word count: 3,379 | Reading Time: 13 min |

A/N: New in fanfic. I hope you enjoy it!

He follows you into the shower, the hot water running down your bodies as he presses you against the wall. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing, his mouth seeking yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. He's in full devil mode now, all restraint and control abandoned in favor of pure, unbridled desire.

He bites down onto your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin in a possessive, rough way. His body is pressed against yours, pinning you against the wall as his lips find your earlobe, his breath ragged and hot against your ear. "You're mine," he growls, his voice a low, rough rumble. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Go easy... I'm still overstimulated from the first round"

He continues his assault on your neck and collarbone, his lips and teeth exploring every inch of skin within reach. His hands are caressing your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh firmly but not painfully. He's being a bit more gentle than before, but there's still a possessive, dominant edge to his touches.

We melt into another round in the bathroom. When we're finished, I collapse onto the bed, a towel wrapped around me. Sylus is getting dressed in his usual black clothes.

"Are you going somewhere?" I ask, watching him as he adjusts his outfit.

He glances over at me, his expression a mix of regret and resignation. "Yeah," he says, his voice a little strained. "I have a few things to take care of. Business stuff. I won’t be gone long, though."

"Stay safe."

He softens at your concern, a small smile curving the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry about me," he says, his voice gentler now. "I can take care of myself. Just relax and get some rest, alright? I'll be back before you know it."

You slip into your nightshirt and panties, then get up to help Sylus finish buttoning his shirt. A small, affectionate smile plays on his lips. As you finish the last button, he reaches out, gently pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, his eyes closing for a moment as he holds you close. "I hate leaving you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Especially right after... that shower."

"Well, Onychinus's leader needs to show up for a few things..." you reply, trying to lighten the mood.

He sighs heavily, his arms tightening around you for a brief moment before he reluctantly pulls away. "Duty calls," he mutters, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the caller ID.

His expression darkens slightly as he frowns at the name on the screen. "I have to take this," he says, his voice tight with irritation. "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?" He kissed you.

Without waiting for a response, he answers the call, stepping out of the room. His voice is low and tense as he begins talking, and the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet of the bedroom.

You lie back in the bed, the sheets still slightly rumpled from earlier. Despite the lingering exhaustion from his... enthusiasm, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment at the thought of being with him.

You eventually drift off to sleep, but the shrill sound of your Hunter watch jolts you awake. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:31 a.m. Sylus still isn't back.

The screen flashes with an incoming call—it’s from Hunter HQ.

"Sorry to wake you," your captain's voice crackles through the line, clear but urgent.

"What’s going on?" you murmur, rubbing sleep from your eyes, your voice still heavy with exhaustion.

Jenna’s tone is all business. "We’ve got a situation. We need you in ASAP."

You sit up in bed, instantly alert. "Got it, I’m there in 15 minutes."

"Good. Don’t waste time," the captain replies. "See you in the briefing room."

The adrenaline surges as you spring into action, quickly slipping out of your sleepwear and into your Hunter uniform. The fabric is familiar and comforting, the weight of your weapons and equipment an extension of yourself.

You grab your keys and helmet, stepping into the cold night air. The city is eerily quiet at this hour, the streets mostly deserted except for a few people drifting home from late shifts or nights out.

You reach your bike quickly. The familiar buzz of anticipation fills you as you start the engine, ready for whatever the situation calls for. The city lights blur past as you speed towards HQ, your focus sharp and clear, every muscle awake with the rush of adrenaline.

The entrance to the building looms ahead. You step off your bike, your boots making steady echoes as you cross the lobby, where the quiet hum of machinery is the only noise in the stillness.

You present your ID badge at the security desk, and the guard nods in acknowledgement before allowing you through the security gate. You move quickly through the corridor toward the briefing room, your heart pounding a little faster in anticipation of what awaits.

As you step into the briefing room, you find it already filled with your fellow hunters and the mission leader. They all look up, their expressions serious and expectant.

The mission leader, a tall, stern hunter named Ramirez, meets your gaze as you enter. "Glad you could make it. We need to get started. Take a seat."

The room settles as you join the others, and Captain Jenna stands up, preparing to address the team.

"Now that we’re all here, we can begin."

You glance around. The usual faces are present, but Xavier is noticeably absent. Nero and Tera are both here, their expressions focused as they listen intently.

Captain Jenna continues, her tone businesslike. "We've picked up some disturbing rumours circulating on the dark web about our most wanted target—the leader of Onychinus. There's been chatter about a woman who's been seen around him recently. Some threads suggest she might be his lover."

The room goes quiet as the weight of the information settles over everyone.

Your heart stops. Fuck. Have they caught us?

"We also have a picture."

A blurry image flashes on the wall. You see Sylus's profile, wearing sunglasses. And next to him—you. They only caught your back, thank God. Your face isn't visible. You're relieved you wore the outfit Sylus selected for you that day, not your usual clothes. But still... fuck.

Your body goes rigid. You're so tense, you feel like you’re suffocating. You can barely breathe. Captain Jenna’s gaze shifts toward you.

"Y/N, you spent time in the N109 Zone, and you've seen him. Can you confirm that this person is Sylus?"

The room feels like it’s closing in around you. You need to think fast. You can't show hesitation, but if you say yes, it will make everything worse. It will make you a target. Sooner or later, the truth will come out, and the consequences will follow. But if you say no... you’ll be betraying everything you’ve worked for at the Hunter Association. Your lies will unravel.

You take a deep breath, forcing your expression to stay serious, neutral.

The weight of the decision sits heavily on your chest.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Yes… That could be Sylus. The picture is a bit too blurry, but I'm about 90% sure," you say, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.

Captain Jenna nods, then turns her focus to the next question. "Have you seen the girl?"

You shake your head. "No. He sure as hell wouldn't share something like that with me as his hostage," you add, attempting to inject some humor into the situation.

Jenna doesn’t crack a smile. "Right… At least we have a picture of him now. That'll make things a bit easier. Nero, see if you can enhance this picture. I need a clear view."

Nero nods, already on his computer, working on the image.

"Perfect. Now, Y/N, we need you to get closer to him," Jenna says, her voice firm. "I know it’s been hard, but this could be our chance to take him down."

You nod, but your stomach twists painfully. This is bad—really bad. You never expected things would escalate this quickly. If you’re being honest with yourself, you didn’t think it would ever come to this. You wanted to keep living in the bubble of that dream with Sylus. But now… it feels like you’re being pulled into something much darker than you ever anticipated. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The meeting continues, more tasks being handed out, but your mind is spinning. Your ears are ringing. You're barely hearing anything as the weight of the decision presses down on you. What the hell are you doing?

Tera places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. You can feel her presence next to you, a small anchor in the storm of thoughts swirling in your head.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice soft, yet filled with concern.

"Yes... Yes... I..." You exhale slowly, but your breath feels heavier than ever. The tightness in your chest won't release, and your mind is still racing.

"Capitan..." Tera speaks up again, her voice cutting through your thoughts. "I think Y/N needs a moment to recover."

Jenna nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Okay, everyone. You have your tasks. Meeting is over."

One by one, your teammates file out of the room. The door clicks shut behind them, and you're left alone with your thoughts. But then Jenna approaches you, her tone more sympathetic than usual.

"I knew this could distress you. And I'm asking a lot from you, going back to the N109 Zone. If you need anything, let me know," she says, her voice softer than you'd expect from a commanding officer.

She turns and leaves, and Tera stays by your side, her comforting presence a small reprieve in the chaos.

"It's late. Let's go home and get some rest, okay?" Tera says, worry lacing her words.

"Yeah," you respond quietly, feeling your exhaustion catch up with you.

You make your way to your bike, helmet in hand, the cold night air biting at your skin. You pull out your phone and, almost instinctively, type a message to Sylus.

They now about us.

A short message. You wait for a moment.

Meet me here. Now.

He sent you a location on the map. You didn’t waste any time. Putting your helmet on, you started your bike.

You drove for a while out of the city, heading north. On the map, there’s nothing—just a spot in the forest. The night is clear, and the moon is out. It’s 5:11 a.m.

Your mind is racing, full of anger, desperation, and anxiety. How will you fix this? Can you even fix it? Is there a solution? You shake your head, trying to forget those thoughts. Your chest aches, and the weight of responsibility crushes your body.

You leave your bike on the side road, a bit hidden, just to be sure no one followed you.

You walk the path in the dark, lit only by the moonlight.

After walking for a while in the cold night, you come across a small, old shrine. Fox statues stand guard, their hard shadows making them look more terrifying. You approach an inscription, pulling out a tiny flashlight from your side bag to read the text.

A shrine for lovers seeking protection for their love. Sylus doesn’t believe in such things. But still, this is the location he sent you.

You close your eyes and pray to the spirits of the shrine. A prayer to protect your love with Sylus, no matter the cost.

A slight crunching sound makes you draw your gun, aiming toward where the noise came from. A shadow of something black moves, and fear shoots through you as your finger hovers over the trigger. Sylus raises his hand and steps closer to you.

“Haven’t we passed this point in our relationship, sweetie?” Sylus says, his voice calm but amused.

“Fuck...! Don’t do that again,” you snap, lowering the weapon slowly and putting it back into its holster.

“I must say, your reflexes have improved,” he smiles, stepping forward to hug you.

You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest. The stillness of the forest surrounds you, but it only seems to make your body more tense.

“They know...” you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t respond, only holding you tighter. “Sylus…”

You look up to meet his gaze, his beautiful eyes searching yours. He gently caresses your cheek, and you try to read what’s going through his mind.

“They have a picture of us... I...” You pause, struggling to find the right words. “I had to tell them it was you in the picture.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you softly, his thumb tracing your skin. “Actually, I expected you’d do that. I’ve seen the picture. Luke and Kieran are taking care of it.”

You don’t want to know what they’ll do.

“Did you know this was going to happen?” The memory of the phone call before he left the penthouse lingers. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t,” he admits, his voice quiet. “It was a possibility. I got the information too late. The person who messed up... well, they paid the price.”

“What~?” Sylus gently lifts your chin, his thumb brushing across your lips before pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them. The night air around you seems to still for a moment.

“I interrupted your wishes to the goddess of this place...” His voice is a low murmur as he takes your hand, his fingers warm against your skin, grounding you. “Were you praying for us?”

You nod slowly, the weight of everything pressing down on you.

“Do you have a plan? Because praying was my only option now. I don’t know how... I don’t even want to think about leaving you.” The words leave your lips heavy, like a stone dropped in your chest. Your heart shrinks with the weight of them.

He meets your gaze, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in time. “I have a plan…” His voice is steady, but there’s something almost uncertain in the way he squeezes your hand. “But first…”

The wind rises in the forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. It tugs at your hair, making it flutter around your face. You close your eyes for a brief moment, letting the chill of the night air brush across your skin. In that second, you feel Sylus shift. When you open your eyes again, your breath catches. He’s kneeling in front of you with a firm gaze.

“Eh..?”

The soft moonlight illuminating his face, casting shadows that dance with the flicker of distant stars.

“Be my wife. Be my queen. Be my everything.”

Your heart skips, caught between disbelief and longing.

“Sylus...?”

“Answer me...” His voice is raw now, a quiet desperation threading through it, though his eyes remain locked on yours. “Look at me. Promise me you’ll be my everything. I’ll never let you down. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

A shiver runs through you. The cool night air seems to grow heavier, the weight of his words pressing on your chest like the weight of the world.

“I..." You stay quiet for a moment with you head spinning. You try to stay calm. This is too much, why is he doing this now?

His words echo in your mind, asking you to make a choice — a choice you weren’t prepared for. Everything about this moment feels too fragile, too final. You want to say something, anything, but your throat feels tigh. Your emotions twist like a storm.

Finally, you find your voice, though it trembles with uncertainty. “I… I don’t know how to promise that..

"Just say yes..."

Even if your mind is too clouded to make sense of it.

"Yes." The word slips from your lips, a quiet surrender, and you don’t know whether to feel relief or terror at the choice you’ve just made.

His expression softens, but only for a fleeting moment, before he kisses your hand—an almost unbearably tender touch. He rises, his presence looming over you, and for a moment, everything feels heavy with unspoken emotion. A shiver of something deep and uncertain lingers in the air between you as he presses another kiss to your forehead, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “I will leave. That’s he plan.”

You freeze. The words hit you like ice water, snapping you back to reality. "W-What...? Where? How long?!"

"I can't tell you. I need to keep you safe. Let me do this my way. I'll come back."

The weight of his words crashes into you like a wave, overwhelming and cold. Panic rises in your chest like a tidal surge, and you feel your breath catch. “NO! You ask me to be your wife, and you want to fucking disappear?! No! No! I refuse.”

His eyes flash, a storm raging beneath the surface, his jaw tightening. “This is not a negotiation, kitten.”

The words hang between you, the forest around you eerily quiet now, as if the world itself is holding its breath. The tension crackles in the air, thick and heavy, just like the silence that follows.

“I will come back to you,” he says, his hand reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, the touch so gentle it almost makes your knees buckle. “But right now, I need to do this. You’re the last thing I want to leave behind, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means… leaving you.”

“No, wait! Y-you...” You want to scream, to shout at him, to demand answers. But something in his eyes, the rawness and sincerity behind them, makes you hesitate.

"You need to trust me on this." Sylus doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. You know him too well. He’s a master at making plans, always finding a way out—even if it’s a bit messy sometimes. Right now, this is the best option. You know it’s the only choice, even if it doesn’t feel right.

What else can you do? Following Jenna’s orders to “sneak” into the N109 Zone and “watch” your boyfriend? And then what? Coming back with a false report? The weight of lying to your team will crush you. No matter how strong you think you are, you’re not sure you can carry that.

If Sylus isn’t there—if he’s mysteriously disappeared—well, the problem is solved. But at what cost?

You pull back, forcing yourself to smile, even though your heart is breaking inside.

“Just... be careful” He pulls you into another hug, holding you close, his voice barely a whisper as he brushes his lips against your ear.

“I always am.”

He kisses you again, slow and deep, as if trying to imprint the moment in both your minds. It's a kiss you want to hold onto forever, to keep with you no matter what happens. He doesn't how much time it will take be before he comes back to you, or if everything will work out. But just as he found you once, he will do it again—no matter what.

If there is any goddess, please, please...

"I will miss you, my beloved"

"I will miss you too..."

With that, he turns and melts into the shadows of the forest, his figure blending with the darkness. You watch him disappear, the sound of his footsteps fading into the quiet of the night.

And just like that, the world feels emptier.

...protect our love.

Under the moon, standing before the altar, you begin to cry inconsolably, in a way you've never done before. Your mind prays fervently for the protection of both him and yourself. A light breeze stirs once again, and you feel as though the forest is offering its comfort. It’s as if the ancient deity of this place has heard your prayers and, for a moment, granted you its blessing.

[usafphantom2]

"A U.S. Air Force McDonnell Douglas F-4E-41-MC Phantom II (s/n 68-0527) from the 512th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 86th Tactical Fighter Wing, Ramstein Air Base (Germany), in 1982."

📖 commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:F-4E…

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@MassiasThanos via X

[solivagant242]

losing you pt. 2

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 3

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you like <3.

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The phone rings, and Amberly scurries over to the kitchen counter to pick it up and thumb it open, a smile spreading over her face at the sight of the Pads caller ID. “Hey.” Her voice loses a bit of its tension and she settles down on the couch, resting her sock feet on the side. “How’s it going?”

A thud, a crash, and a muffled swear, followed by a sound comparable to a Niffler set loose in a junk shop. Sirius’ voice, slightly breathless, puffs into the speaker. “Amberly. Do you by any chance have some old shirts you don’t need anymore?”

Amberly smiles. “Emphasis on the don’t need anymore, please. I don’t want you coming through and taking my tea towels for that motorbike.”

“They were stained,” he protests valiantly. “And I can’t help it, Minerva needs a good shine to her”-

Amberly nearly spits out her tea. “You named your motorbike after Professor McGonagall?”

“Well, yes! Someone’s got to be her namesake, after all. Either that or you and Moony have got to get busy- Harry’s the only nephew now, we don’t want him to be lonely.”

She laughs, even as a tiny bit of sadness seeps into her bones to form a soft mush of tiredness. “I don’t think that’ll be happening anytime soon, Pads.”

“What do you mean- OW!” Sirius yelps, attention mercifully diverted. “The oil was warmer than I thought.”

“Clearly. Want me to bring you some cookies?” Amberly stands, the blanket on her lap cascading to the floor. The prospect of escaping the dull malaise of the house, even if it’s just for a few hours, is vastly appealing. 

“If you can spare the time,” grunts Sirius. “Taking care of Minerva is a two-person job”-

“-because you need to be taken care of as well,” finished Amberly, amusement coloring her voice as she heads to the kitchen. “I’ll be over in an hour. Try not to die before then.”

Flour coats Amberly’s hands and face in light smudges as she hums to the lo-fi music she’s put on. She’s rolled up the sleeves to her jacket as she mixes a bowl of gooey batter, using her wand to tip a bag of chocolate chips into a measuring cup. 

The door creaks open and Amberly freezes, looking up in surprise. Remus has been asleep all day, asleep or curled up in the corner of the bed (how long has it been since we shared it?) and she’d been torn between hovering over him and just letting him sleep off his migraine. She’d finally decided on the latter after an attempt to bring him a hot-water bottle got her nothing but a mutter and a growl as he sank further into the covers. 

Remus swims into her vision, face ashy and pale. His eyes are red and dry, and his hair is even more mussed than usual. Even in the muted light of the kitchen, autumn sun trickling through the windowpanes, he’s squinting and rubbing at his eyes. Her heart twinges at the sight. She can’t remember the last time they went outside together, a walk or a picnic or anything at all. But that’s okay, right? This won't last, this won't last. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice sounding harsh. The lo-fi has paused for a moment between songs, and the kitchen feels like it’s being slowly drained of warmth.

“Making cookies?” answers Amberly timidly. “Sirius is working on his motorbike- I thought I’d bring some over for him.”

He snorts as he tugs a cabinet open. “Going over to his place again?”

Amberly feels tears well up in her throat, hot and heavy, strangling her voice. “What do you mean?”

Remus turns to face her, resting his hand on the counter, face lined and appearing dark in the watery light. “Come on. You do all this stuff for him and you’re just going to leave me here? By myself?”

She stares at him, at a loss for words.

There are a lot of things she wants to say.

He was my friend before I even met you.

What do you mean, going over to his place all the time? I haven’t been there once this past month because I’ve been here, trying to take care of you while you plainly don’t give a fuck!

I’m trying and trying to do this, and it doesn’t even matter. 

Do you not see that?

Do you not care?

But what she says instead, schooling her face and digging her nails into her palm to keep her voice steady, is, “Yes. We’re just going to hang out. Would you like to come”-

“Don’t even give me that,” hisses Remus, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why is it so goddamn hard for you to leave me alone sometimes? Every single second of every single day, you’ve got to be clinging around me! Can’t you see what I’m going through right now?”

His hand strikes something- the mug Amberly had her tea in- and it shoots sideways, flying into the sink. There’s a crash as it shatters, sending shards of ceramic and scalding tea spraying into the drainboard.

Amberly jumps, hands shaking. Tears are starting to well in her eyes, but she can still see into the sink. Can still see the broken pieces of the mug that she and Remus had painted for their one-year anniversary, the one time she’d smuggled him back home to visit a pottery place. The mug with the black and brown cat curled around each other, their tails forming a fluffy heart shape, containing A X R- Together Forever.

She stares at the mug, and then back at Remus.

But he’s already gone, storming back to his room. A second later the door slams, a heavy note of finality that grates in her ears like a funeral bell.

Amberly reaches into the sink just before tears begin to pour down her face. Her fingers graze the shattered pieces, searching for her part of the heart. Her initial, that foolish cursive A that had been so hopeful, so happy, and so, so loved, if only for a short time. 

Had been…

Another word picked up inside her head, repeating itself mindlessly, driving itself into numb oblivion. 

Clingy.

Clingy.

Clingy.

Amberly’s fingers find the broken heart, cleaved right down the middle between their initials. She wants to laugh, a bitter twist of her lungs, but all she can find are tears as the broken shard slices her soft skin, leaving liquid crimson to drip over the sink and kitchen tiles. 

[pinkaditty]

Pervert Pt 3 (Newspaper Club; Obey Me!SWD)

ohhhh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD i finally did it. it's over it's over it's over i did it i did it everyone enjoy this. holy shit

a/n: PERVERT PART THREE AS PROMISED WOOOOOOO!! i finally finished i promised id deliver and here we are!! some of these may be out of character because im slightly unfamiliar with these characters BUT i hope you all enjoy regardless. please let me know if you enjoyed! next, im working on all these asks that keep pouring in...

cw: fem!mc (undergarments such as bras and panties are mentioned, but mc could be a crossdresser), fem undergarments, perverted behavior, underwear stealing, etc. let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, AS USUAL. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY.

Mephistopheles:

He immediately startles and drops the panties to the floor. His lips twitch downwards into a frown and his gloved fingers curl into fists. His face burns red with embarrassment. Poor guy. The richest, most prestigious, most prominent noble of the entire Devildom, known for keeping his cool and being as haughty as a King… is frozen in place, here, watching you with wide eyes, after being caught rooting around through your laundry, for what anyone could assume were less than pure intentions. 

It’s not a very good day for him.

If he wants to say something, he can’t. You watch as his mind spins, trying to come up with a notable retort, but you are both well aware that by the time he does, the tremendous pause in your discussion, already quite long and stifling, will have rendered it useless. You are both at a standstill, you clearly with the upper hand. But you know Mephisto, and how he’s not one to back down. But it’s not like you will, either. 

When you take a step towards him, he jolts back, broken out of his frozen trance. He sputters indignantly, desperately coming up with something to say in response.

“F-First of all!” He’s practically spitting the words out at you, furious red blush across his face. You wait for him to speak, but he appears to have trouble getting anything out. All that he can get out for a few moments is nothing but false starts, angry sighs, and mortified groans. Then, he finally speaks. “If you so much as mention this to anyone else…!” 

You want to say he’s already bluffing without hearing the rest of his threat. What could he do to possibly save his reputation from such an incredible embarrassment? He’s far too honest to paint you as a liar, and far too kind to blame you, anyway. If anything, the only thing he would do is refuse to admit the truth and never speak of the topic. Which, honestly, was probably the best that could come out of this… If he was willing to leave it behind, at least.

You were admittedly more curious about what drove him to this level. He had never been too slow to show his obvious disdain for humans, especially you for your closeness to Diavolo. He was plenty kind, but he wasn’t nice, and that was that. So, after showing nothing short of polite dislike for you… What was he doing here? Part of you almost couldn’t believe it. The human hater himself… chasing after a whiff of human pheromones? Sexual ones, at that?

You only realize he was lecturing you on keeping quiet when you return from your thoughts. 

“-And quite frankly, I believe you owe it to me to keep quiet. It’s not every day I open my doors to anyone - a human, no less - and allow them to stay temporarily simply because the demon lost his temper.” He turns away and huffs, crossing his arms. In his rambling, his blush had significantly lessened, and his embarrassment faded. “I am only doing this for the sake of Lord Diavolo.”

Yeah, right. 

You decide to be teasing. The amused expression on your face turns into a questioning one, eyebrow raised and lips quirked downwards. “Which part are you doing for Lord Diavolo’s sake? Taking me in or stealing my intimates?”

He sputters immediately at your question, looking at you incredulously. “I-!” He starts, and you can almost tell he was going to say something along the lines of ‘I beg your pardon!’ and then realized he was in no position to say such things. “You…!” He points at you, as though to get a point across, then falters and retracts. He is visibly fuming, clearly very angry that he is unable to get a proper retort out. It takes everything in you not to laugh at him. “Ugh!” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away, and almost manages to, before you toss the panties he dropped right at the back of his head. He stops in his tracks, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He is absolutely seething, and you can tell. He plucks them off of his head and grips them tightly, as if to send you a threatening message. You only laugh.

“Come back to me when you’d like a fresh pair!” You giggle at him and walk back into the laundry room to finish your chore. As you complete your wash, you hear his grumbling and stomping all the way down the hall. He does not return the panties. 

Raphael: 

Wordlessly, silently, he startles, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His eyes widen like saucers, but his lips remain closed. The longer he stands there, idling, the more you wonder what exactly he's hoping to achieve. He doesn't so much as twitch. 

After you think you've been standing here long enough, waiting for him to move, you roll your eyes and harden your gaze on him. 

“Gonna give them back or not, pervert?” You crook an eyebrow upwards and tilt your head at him. He looks down, almost visibly deflating. His reaction is almost unexpected. He looks genuinely sad, looking pitifully down at the panties he held in his hand. 

You got the slight feeling that this was probably an act, but you didn’t comment on it. You simply shook your head and held out your hand, motioning for him to hand them over. Politely, he does, gently placing them in your hand and bowing his head, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize, MC. This won’t happen again.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “It shouldn’t,” you said firmly, turning away from him to move to complete the wash, before continuing, “At least, not without my permission first.”

You hear his sudden intake in breath, but decide not to pay it any mind. The weight of the realization on him hangs heavily in the air, joined by absolute silence except for your movements, putting your laundry in the wash. You have to wait a while before you hear him open and close his mouth a few times, clearly conflicted on what to say, before he finally stammers, “Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you start, turning to him, holding another lacy pair of panties in you hands, “that I wouldn’t mind if you needed my pheromones so badly for a fix. You just have to be a good boy and ask.”

He sputters indignantly for a moment, his eyes widening, and a blush spreading across his face. You only smile, and turn back to your chore, wordlessly continuing to put them away. He shuffles in place before helping you, probably attempting to sweeten the deal before he asks. You don’t mind, however, and let him assist you.

When the chore is finally done and the wash is going, he turns to you. “I know you probably don’t have any I could use now…” He speaks slowly, as though carefully considering every word before it comes out. It must be a difficult request. “But, when they start to pile up, would it… be alright, if I borrowed some?” He doesn’t look at you. He can’t bear to. He doesn’t need to, though. The embarrassment is painted quite clearly all over his face and ears, a deep shade of red. He’s looking down at his clasped hands and worrying his lip between his teeth. Was it this important to him to be able to indulge himself? You find yourself more and more surprised at the attitudes of these demons and angels day after day. 

“Sure.” You simply sigh, amused by his shyness. Your face twists into a smirk, however, when an offer comes to mind. “In fact… Maybe when the day is done, I can give you the pair I’m wearing now. How does that sound?”

He’s practically frozen now, the blush across his face the only thing capable of melting him. He swallows roughly and stiffly nods, walking away robotically to leave the room. You only watch him, amused, thinking about how the ending of your day would go.

Thirteen: 

She yelps, jumping ten feet into the air in surprise at your sudden appearance. She fumbles the panties in her hands, looking guilty as ever. Her eyes flick from you to her hands nervously, as though fearing judgment. Before you can say anything, she clenches her hands shut, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, MC! This really shouldn’t have happened, I just got way too curious and I had to-! Well…” She trails off, biting her lip. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me… I still do want that soul of yours, y’know.” She says this innocently, as though you’ll forgive her if she widens her eyes and pouts her lips. Which, honestly, would be tempting, but it’s less so tempting when you glance down to the panties she still clutches in her grasp. She notices this and hides them behind her, a blush creeping onto her face. 

“Hey… you wouldn’t mind me keeping these, would you? Your soul is nice and all, but…” She pouts, very clearly for show, and looks at you with wide eyes, begging without saying anything. You’re ready to call bullshit on her, and quite loudly at that. However, you simply sigh, exhausted, and hold out your hand.

“Come on. Hand them over.”

She sighs begrudgingly and hands them over, plopping them down in your hand. “You’re no fun.” She struts away from you and plops down on a nearby chair, sighing dramatically and laying across the chair in a fainting pose. “Could’ve kept something of my beloved’s for when they inevitably return to the underworld, but no. I’ve got to sit here and long for them.” She sighs dramatically again, melting into the chair. You roll your eyes and walk over to her, peering down at her.

“How about I come back? Visit with a fresher pair?” A wicked smile grows on your face as you say this, the thought of the offer stirring you with mirth.

She shoots up at once, her light blush deepening into a cherry red. She looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slightly parted in shock.

“...Do you mean it?”

“Sure.” You say, shrugging, and stepping back from her. You smile at her, as though waiting for her to take the offer. Of course, she snaps at it. 

“Hmm. I still want those ones. They’re pretty and purple.” She points to the ones you’re holding, a wide smirk on her face now. You only roll your eyes again.

“Fine. But only if you wash them.”

“Deal.”

a/n: woooooooohooooooooo! it's finally done! im so, so sorry for making you all wait so long! thank you so much for being so patient with me! please, enjoy this, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, reblog, or sumbit an ask! i love to know what you all think of my writing!

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

Disability in Books: Bisexual MCs

[ID: A poster. Large black text in the centre reads "Books with Disabled Bi MCs". In the upper left corner, smaller black text that reads "Disability in Books". The background is a straight diagonal version of the disability pride flag. In the lower-left corner, the bisexual pride flag shaped like a heart. In the upper right corner, the logo for the Disability Book Archive, and the rainbow pride flag in the shape of a small heart. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The hearts and logo have shrunken slightly in size. The title has been removed, and replaced with two book covers and some black text listed in between them. The cover on the left side is for "Six of Crows", and the cover on the lower right side is for "Crooked Kingdom", both by Leigh Bardugo. The text listed in the centre reads "Young Adult", "Gambling Addiction, ADHD", "Additional cane user MC with touch aversion and chronic pain", "Dyslexic MC/LI", "M/M, F/M", "Multiple POV", "Fantasy", and "Series". /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers and text have been replaced. The cover at the top of the poster is "Forever is Now" by Mariama J. Lockington. Black text listed to the left of it reads "Young Adult", "Anxiety", "Agoraphobia", "Novel in Verse", "Black MC", "Contemporary Fiction" and "Coming of Age". The cover at the bottom of the poster is for "Fortune Favors the Dead" by Stephen Spotswood. Black text listed to the right of reads "Adult", "MC with Multiple Sclerosis", "Detective Fiction", "Historical", "Murder Mystery", "Series" and "1940s USA". /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers and text have been replaced. The cover at the top is for "Fresh" by Margot Wood. Black text listed to the left of it reads "Young/New Adult", "ADHD", "Retelling of 'Emma'", "Contemporary", "Romance", "Comedy", "College" and "F/F". The cover at the bottom is for "Hench" by Natalie Zina Walschots. Black text listed to the right of it reads "Adult", "Cane User, PTSD, Improperly Healed Bone, Chronic Pain", "Urban Fantasy", "Superheroes and Supervillains", "Science-Fiction", "Canada" and "Series". /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers and text have been replaced. The cover at the top is for "How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager" by D. N. Bryn. Black text listed to the left of it reads "Adult", "Anxiety", "Depression", "Chronic Fatigue", "M/M", "Vampires", "Latin MC", "Romance, Urban Fantasy" and "Series". The cover at the bottom is for "The Immeasurable Depth of You" by Maria Ingrande Mora. Black text listed to the right of it reads "Young Adult", "Anxiety, OCD, Seasonal Affective Disorder, ADHD", "Magical Realism", "Contemporary", "Mystery" and "Coming of Age". /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers and text have been replaced. The book cover at the top is for "In the Ring" by Sierra Isley. Black text listed to the left of it reads "Young Adult", "Anxiety", "Contemporary", "Romance", "Sports", "Boxing", "F/M" and "Jewish Characters". The book cover at the bottom is for "Let's Call it a Doomsday" by Katie Henry. Black text listed to the right of it reads "Young Adult", "Anxiety", "Contemporary", "Realistic" and "Mormon Characters". /end]

🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷💜💙🩷 [22 heart emojis, alternating between pink, purple and blue]

A short list of books featuring disabled, bisexual, and disabled bisexual MCs!

This list was specifically requested by @bisexual-coala.

Books on this list:

🩷 'Six of Crows'- Bardugo, Leigh

💜 'Crooked Kingdom'- Bardugo, Leigh

💙 'Forever is Now'- Lockington, Mariama J.

🩷 'Fortune Favors the Dead'- Spotswood, Stephen

💜 'Fresh'- Wood, Margot

💙 'Hench'- Walschots, Natalie Zina

🩷 'How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager'- Bryn, D. N.

💜 'The Immeasurable Depth of You'- Mora, Maria Ingrande

💙 'In the Ring'- Isley, Sierra

🩷 'Let's Call It a Doomsday'- Henry, Katie

All of these books and more can be found on the Disability Book Archive

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober Day 31!

Striptease - Sebastian Sallow X Ominis Gaunt X Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

2.1k words

A new club had opened on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Not the usual business you’d find in the valley, especially so close to a school but the owner had known it would garner quite a hefty income in the location and had decided it a necessary investment.

Within the first week it had opened Sebastian had seen a sign for it in Hogsmeade and walked up the hill to witness the outside of the new club. He’d spent the rest of the week telling his guy friends they should get fake IDs with him and join him on a little trip.

Garreth had of course agreed and Ominis agreed, if for no other reason than to make sure the two other boys didn’t get themselves in trouble. He didn’t even bother trying to talk them out of it because nobody would listen to him anyway.

Garreth had assured them he knew a guy who could print them very legit IDs and could do it quickly.

While Sebastian had failed to notice, Ominis couldn’t help but take note that the ‘new student’ had begun to be more and more absent after classes.

Ominis had also noticed her more frequent naps in History of Magic and around the castle, in all his favorite spots no less. After all, he had shown her the best places to take naps so he would know best.

He hadn’t thought much of it at first but when he’d noticed her sneaking out after curfew, listening from his spot in the corner of the common room as she secretly slid out and took the floo, he decided to ask her about to to which she gave an excellent diversion and left him with even more questions.

He’d mostly forgotten about it the next day when Sebastian had approached him and handed him his new fake ID which Sebastian had promised looked extremely real.

Ominis had quickly tucked the ID away in his robes and sighed as Sebastian filled him in on the plan for tomorrow.

They’d change after class into something that wouldn’t give them away as students and head out straight after classes. Since it was Friday they’d have a less likely chance of accidentally bumping into a professor if it wasn’t a weekend.

When they’d get there they would see what the club is like and order drinks. Enjoy the girls and stay for a while before heading back to the castle and getting back before curfew.

As soon as classes ended, they did exactly as they had planned. Garreth had changed into charcoal gray slacks, black oxfords, black belt, a white dress shirt with top two buttons undone and a charcoal vest, opting for no tie and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

Sebastian wore the same as Garreth but pants and vest in navy and accessories such as shoes and belt in a warm brown. He also dared to have a button more of his shirt undone than Garreth.

Ominis, in classic Gaunt fashion, wore all black except the white of his shirt and opted for a black suit jacket and tie instead of his comrades with vests and no tie. He also topped his look off with a pair of black sunglasses to help hide his identity a bit more.

They’d bypassed the door security with surprising ease and once inside Sebastian’s eyes scanned over the room. Pretty witches danced on various elevated pole stages about the room. Men gathered around the base placing bags of galleons at their feet.

Many of the girls were dressed in scantily clad garments of silk and lace which had Garreth’s eyes popping in wonder. “Ominis, mate, I wish you could see this.”

Ominis scowled. He too wished he could see the atmosphere. The loud thumping music did little to aide him and more hindered him than anything.

The boys quickly made it to the bar and Sebastian laid some galleons on the bar as the barkeep approached. They ordered two rounds of firewhiskey shots for each of them.

After knocking both shots back, Sebastian like it was water, Garreth with only a mild face of discomfort, and Ominis, like he’d never drank anything else a day in his life, they made their way to a table off to the side and took a seat.

Ominis leaned back and listened to his surroundings, taking in conversations of pretty women talking with men about taking them to a private dance.

Garreth’s eyes flitted around, the whiskey in his veins calming his racing heartbeat just enough he can sit back and try to enjoy. Sebastian’s eyes move from girl to girl, admiring and deciding which he liked best.

Ominis jumped in his seat when lithe hands grip his shoulders and begin to gently massage them, a familiar yet sultry voice meets his ears. “Hi there, handsome. You look like you could use some ‘attention’ tonight.”

Although Ominis couldn’t see it and was too busy piecing together the voice’s owner, Sebastian and Garreth both swung their heads around and their eyes met none other than their latest class addition.

They both go slack jaw and her hands drop from Ominis’ shoulders, her voice dropping its sexy lilt. “No fucking way I’m looking at the three of you right now.”

Ominis’ eyes widened behind his sunglasses as he finally placed the voice and spun to face her. “What are you doing here?”

Sebastian snickered as she placed her hands on her hips, the strappy black number hugging tightly around those same hips. “Ominis, it seems our sneaky little friend works here. She’s all wrapped up in some strappy leather garment like a proper present.”

Ominis swallowed harshly and he swung back around, looking away from her as if he could see her. His cheeks tinged pink. She suddenly puts a cute smile on her face but Sebastian and Garreth can see right through it. “I suppose you boys have snuck in to be clients. So I’ll pretend as long as you do and we can just never bring this up back at school, alright?”

Garreth shrugged, eyes still raking over her exposed body. “If it means I get to keep looking at you in that, I’ll bloody do anything you want me to.”

Ominis reached over and smacked Garreth on the back of the head. “No need to be crude, Weasley.”

Sebastian sat back, his arms crossed, eyes still glued to her form. “Ominis…you’d be saying the same if you saw what she looked like right now. I’m almost tempted to get you a lap dance so you can…what do you call it…’see with your hands’.”

She kept her smile but bit the inside of her cheek. Ominis head swung Sebastian's direction causing Sebastian to chuckle as he pulled out a bag of Galleons. “In fact…name your price for a VIP room and maybe you’ll make some good money tonight, love.”

Garreth’s eyes met Sebastian’s and he was shocked to see the man was dead serious. Ominis sat between them, mouth opening and closing yet he was at a loss for words.

She dropped her hands, stance becoming less abrasive in nature as her face softened. “Three thousand galleons. That’s double the usual price per person…so if you pay it…then fine. I’ll take you to a VIP room. But you must all swear on your lives that you won’t tell a soul about this, or else all bets are off.”

Sebastian nodded and pulled out the coin, placing the ‘magically much smaller than necessary’ bag on the table. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flitted to Garreth as he sat forward, green eyes meeting hers. “Of course, darling. I’d never do that to you.”

Ominis could feel three pairs of eyes on him and went red as he tried to make sense of how quickly this had all escalated. “Merlin. You know I wouldn’t tell a soul about this, love.”

She nodded and collected the bag of coin before taking Ominis’ arm and helping him out of the deep chair. “Come on then, I’ll lead you back, boys.”

With Ominis on her arm, blushing like mad, she led them to the back and into a large U shaped room. A couch against each wall and a stage with a pole in the center. She seated each of them on an individual couch and reached down to pick up an ice bucket with champagne.

She popped the champagne and poured them each a glass before standing up and gripping the pole seductively. “Alright boys. Make yourselves comfortable. I’m gonna dance for you a bit and then we will have some fun.”

She took a steadying breath before gripping the pole and spinning herself lightly. She alternated between some sexy pole tricks and just dancing to the thumping music. Sebastian and Garreth watched with intrigue, sipping their drinks occasionally. Whereas Ominis sat back looking slightly bored, even finishing off his entire glass of champagne, giving him a lovely flushed tint to his cheeks.

She smiled at Ominis, taking and setting his empty glass aside before pulling him up onto the small stage with her. Ominis looked confused but let her do what she pleased, her body pressed so close to his it made him blush deeper.

She reached up and took his sunglasses from him, placing them on her face instead before having him stand against the pole and placing his hands on her hips as she swayed them to the beat of the music.

Garreth and Sebastian were awestruck watching her turn around and roll her hips backwards and up against Ominis’ crotch. The blonde swallowed hard but kept his hands firmly in place on her hips as she ground against him.

She turned back around, sliding her barely covered breasts against his chest. He took a shaky breath and she smiled in satisfaction, dancing against him. She pulled his hands from her body and led them to her breasts over her top, proceeding to lean in and tell him to take it off of her.

He did his best to keep the shaking of his hands unnoticed as he slid the strappy top off her shoulders and off over her head. She smiled again and brought his hands to her breasts.

He held them, groaning. He was so hard, needed her seductive body so badly it hurt. He couldn’t fathom why he was reviving all of her attention but he wasn’t about to deny a second of it.

Sebastian sat back with an arm over the back of the couch. He couldn’t deny how hot it was watching his best friends like this. He was also hard watching her and even with the sunglasses on he knew she was glancing down to the tent in his pants.

She then stood back and helped Ominis off the stage, bringing him to sit back on the couch before she slid into his lap.

Ominis gasped, fully expecting it to be done but as she climbed into his lap he couldn’t help a groan. He placed his hands on her hips as she leaned in to nip his reddened ear and tell him he could touch her wherever he pleased.

She ground her hips against his clothed erection which sent even more heat to his face. He reached a bit farther back and felt the roundness of her ass before carefully sliding his hands up her waist and over her sensitive sides, caressing all the way back to her breasts which he squoze with gentle fingers.

She ground down against him again and his breath hitched. With a glance backward she could see two sets of eyes glued to her body as she rolled it against Ominis.

After a bit more teasing she finally climbed out of Ominis’s lap and brought herself back on stage. “That'll have to be all for tonight boys. But you know where to find me…if you ever feel like coming back.”

Ominis nodded, breathing heavily while splayed haphazardly against the back of the couch while Sebastian and Garreth nodded in satisfaction. She smiled and put her top back on. “Oh and Ominis…you and you alone can come meet me tonight in my room of requirement to get these lovely shades back.”

She spun to look at Garreth and Sebastian. “Don’t even think about trying to show up…the door will be charmed to keep anyone but us out.”

The two men sat with shocked expressions on their faces, eyeing Ominis with envy from across the room. Garreth spoke up with a huff. “Freaking Gaunt privilege…”

Kinktober Prompt List

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Long time no see🙌 I’ve been away from Tumblr for a while. I’ve finally finished this manga😉 Apparently, there were a few ‘Bunny Days’ in August here in Japan🇯🇵, so I decided to jump on that bandwagon. (I’m always late to these kinds of events, though…) Here’s an Ominis x f!MC Bunny Day comic for you! Please enjoy. I love sweet and pure Ominis, but I also love teasing Ominis too🤤💖 From teasing Ominis, I can really see the Gaunt family bloodline and the Slytherin traits❤️❤️

Now that my PC setup is ready, I’m thinking of drawing my MC’s Student ID card and going full-on with some fangirling and headcanons!🥰

お久しぶりです🙌 しばらくTumblrを留守にしていましたが、ようやく漫画が完成しました😉 私の住む日本では、８月の間何回かバニーの日があったらしいでそれに乗っかって。（私はこういうイベントにはいつも遅刻するタイプ…） オミ転のバニーの日です。お納めください。 可愛くてピュアなオミニスも好きだけど意地悪なオミニスも好きです。ゴーント家の一員と蛇寮らしさがあってよき…

PCの環境も整えたし、自機のStudent ID card描いたり妄想綴ったりしようかな🥰