#in principle this is the last chapter but I could write another if I'm particularly inspired

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 9

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: smut, fluff, cuddling, fingering, breeding kink, size kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sweet/dirty talk, and of course Parseltongue 🐍

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— TAGLIST: @littletealight @skarathewitch @myrachondria @mrimperio @ssnapsaurus @tarotwitchy-main @hufflepuff-16 @shameless0shenanigans @imaslytherpuff @adoxra

Her fingers curled around his, with Ominis holding them beside her head while he laid kisses all over her neck. He licked the sweat that pooled there and smiled when he felt her purr. His hot breath, coming fast but still so soft, sent shivers down her body, her every muscle, and the tension settled right at her aching womanhood.

“O-ominis,” she moaned, sinking her nails into his knuckles — not enough to hurt, but just enough that he would feel it.

“My love,” he whispered back, trailing kisses down the centre of her neck, “my little wife, my own, my only, mine…”

She felt it when he braced his elbows on the bed, still holding her hands beside her, still pressing her down with his whole body and her legs spread around his waist, and then she felt something poking at her core.

“Aaahh…” she gasped, “t-that’s…”

“Shhh… easily, my darling, lightly…”

Her eyes were wide, staring through the dark, looking at where he would be. He was so hard and dripping wet against her, his tip feeling feverish compared to the rest of his skin and still only parly peeking out of its soft covering. Ominis pressed his lips against her jaw and slowly, carefully, pulled upward, dragging his chest against her straining nipples, his thighs against her bottom, and tried to press inside of her. His manhood slid against her wetness and the head bumped into her mound before he canted his hips back and settled it back at her entrance. Her folds surrounded it, hugging it, pulsing around him in a kiss.

Ominis slowly pulled back before thrusting forward again, driving his straining manhood right toward her hole. She whined and shivered, and nearly closed her legs in surprise at the feeling, but he was there holding her apart with his thighs.

“Won’t go,” he muttered, but then he soothed his own frustrations with a sigh. “We’ll have to see to that then, won’t we?”

Before she could ask what he meant, his fingers touched her core again. She arched up involuntarily as he began to tease her, playing loudly in her wetness and dragging it up to her nub. His other hand went up to hold her head, gentling her frowns with his thumb.

After flicking her bud quite mercilessly, he dipped his hand a little lower and felt for her hole, then entered it — just with one finger, just trying her. Her lips parted in a gasp that Ominis quickly silenced with a kiss. When he got to the first knuckle, he pulled back, then thrust inside a bit deeper, then deeper still, until it was halfway inside.

“So tight, my little love is,” he whispered against her lips. “Are you scared?”

“N-no…”

“Good,” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “I wish only to take care of you, please you, pleasure you, my heart...”

When his finger was nearly all the way to the root, his thumb began to rub her nub. She mewled at the sensation and reached up to kiss him, burying her pleas into his mouth. Ominis took them gladly, chuckling against her lips while he kept toying with her.

With his hand still there, he thrust his hips forward and tried to enter her again, testing how open she was — but still no luck. His middle finger eased out, then back in, fighting through the clenching of her inner muscles.

“Relax, my love,” he whispered between kisses, “I need to part you…”

“I… I’m trying…”

“Is it not good?”

“It is,” she whimpered, “it is, it’s so…”

“Good,” he smiled, kissing her breathless again.

A second finger slid into her hole, and his hand found a rhythm, pushing in and out while rubbing her button raw, spreading her own juices around her throbbing folds, and all the while his manhood was right there, threatening to enter her.

Kissing down her chin and past the necklace, Ominis settled on her breasts. His hand left her head to cup them, pressing them together carefully so that he could suckle on them both at once. She yelped and writhed, giggling insanely at the pleasure he brought her from every direction, but he just kept diligently working on her. Every act was deliberate and measured, as if he’d thought it through a thousand times. The fingers moved faster, deeper, stretching her out, and her nub began to twitch from overstimulation.

“Om-minis,” she sighed, shivering from head to toe, “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” said Ominis, voice muffled by her breasts, “you will. I’ll make you…”

“Can’t… can’t…” she pleaded, head lazing back, chest heaving, fingers curling in the sheets.

But her legs spread of their own accord and she began to tilt her hips toward his fingers, and a lick of fire started spreading from her core down to her thighs and up her tummy. He felt it, and nibbled on her breasts a little harder while his fingers curled deliciously inside her.

“Ominis!” she moaned, and every sound after that was a wordless cry of pleasure as orgasm overtook her.

He kept suckling on her breasts and fingering her, thrusting in and out with the fingers curled just right, and once she began to clench around him, he shoved them deep. He held there, as far inside as he could reach, feeling her convulse around him on and on, until it stopped. The thumb kept flicking her bud, nail scraping against it lightly until she stopped shivering.

When he pulled away from her, a trail of slick followed like a delicate string, stretching out until it snapped and stuck to her inner thigh. His tongue lapped at her breasts more slowly, lips following their every rise and fall, until her breathing settled. Between her legs, his thumb rested on her pearl until it too calmed down and ceased its twitching.

“O-Omi—” she breathed, not able to finish his name before he began to shove himself inside of her.

“There you are,” he whispered breathlessly, “there’s my love… Stay still…”

With his still wet hand, he grabbed onto one hip to hold her down as the head of his manhood pushed into her. The tip popped in first, stretching her far wider than his fingers had, and then the shaft slid in more smoothly. She winced and grit her teeth, feeling far too sensitive after her orgasm, but soon the same familiar pleasure started spreading up and down her body again.

“Aaaah… d-deeper,” she whimpered, arching in the dark, searching for Ominis.

“Gently, my love,” he whispered from above her. “I don’t want to hurt you… You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?”

She nodded distractedly, forgetting that he couldn’t see, but Ominis must’ve felt the motion and chuckled.

“I meant it,” he said, speaking seriously but fondly as his thumb brushed over her hipbone.

“I know…”

He was barely half-way in when he paused, and his whole body stopped. Ominis held himself up on one arm, breathing quietly, listening to her. The pearls and emeralds at her neck chimed with her every inhale. When he felt her ready, he began to thrust again, hips snapping ever so slightly forward, deeper, always deeper, until she hugged his shaft to the root.

They moaned in unison, holding onto each other so tightly they hardly knew anymore where one ended and the other began. She found his hips and embraced him, pulling him ever so slightly closer. Moving carefully, Ominis bent over her and kissed her lips again, far more slowly and desirously than he had that entire night. He laid over her with almost all his weight, holding her down.

His hand on her hip felt hot and sticky. For a moment, she imagined that was blood on his hands, her darling murderous husband. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself painted with it, and she’d never loved him more. Her adoring, tender, dangerous husband…

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, “more than anything…”

“And I love you,” Ominis said without pause, leaping down to kiss her again, more aggressively and lovingly this time.

His hips pulled back, dragging his heavy member out of the hug of her womanhood, then snapped back hard, pushing her a little up the bed. She could hardly move without him following, their legs curled around each other’s and their chests sticking together with sweat. His kiss swallowed a surprised little yelp from her.

Every motion touched something in her body that made her want to jump out of her skin, and it took everything she had to not close her legs to him — not that it would have mattered, because he wasn’t going anywhere. He was inside her, plugging her up, forcing her open, bullying her hole past its overstimulation into accepting what he gave it.

“Stay as you are,” Ominis breathed, chuckling tiredly against her sweaty neck. “How am I to give you what you need if you close yourself to me?”

“I… s-sorry…”

“Shhh, no need for that,” he said sweetly. “Here, let me help…”

With one long, slow thrust, Ominis brought his lips up to her forehead and his hands around her neck and his hips right against hers, and stayed there. He kissed her temple while cupping her throat, just feeling her frantic pulse and breathing, but caressing her with his thumb in one sweet promise that he’ll hold her down more firmly should she try to move again. His thighs were flush against her behind, and his sac was getting soiled with her juices. She whined and arched, body protesting against being so full, but Ominis held, and held, and held there. He was keeping his promise to her, mating with her like a snake.

“There you are,” he whispered against her hairline. “That’s my good little wife… Keep it right there…”

“Too big,” she whined, bucking her hips nervously. It only managed to tease her more.

“Relax,” he whispered, “stop fighting it…”

“Yes,” she sobbed, nodding her head against his shoulder, “I’m trying…”

Ominis cooed at her and slid a hand lower again, palm tracing a heavy path down her sensitive breasts, her waist, her hip, before it pushed its way between their bodies. Suddenly, he began to flick her clit again, playing with it roughly while his shaft lay inside her to the hilt. She tensed up and cried, a small tear of wetness tickling down her folds as her body reached a point of almost unbearable overstimulation again.

“Kiss me again,” she begged, her voice breaking with half-moans. “Kiss me, I need it, I —”

He chuckled and slid down her body, his lips landing on her cheek, her nose, and then her mouth. He sipped on her pleasured murmurs and began to move his finger around her nub at the same leisurely pace as his kiss. When he released her lips, it was only to move even lower and kiss her breasts. She wailed loudly when he pulled one puckered bud into his mouth and suckled while he caught her clit between two fingers and pinched it, catching it again and again when it slipped from how wet it was.

“Please,” she cried, “please, please, Omi —”

Her begging did something to him. Ominis moaned deep in his throat and she could feel his manhood kick while still inside her. He finally pulled back, then slammed up into her again, working up a frantic pace that would have moved her up the bed if not for his hand holding her down by the throat.

She filled the room with moans and clung to him as he brought her to another shaky, ravaged orgasm. His hand stilled, but his shaft worked her through it, keeping her pulsing channel stretched and struggling to contain him. She was still twitching from her released when he began to messily rub her nub once more.

“No,” she groaned between hysterical bouts of laughter at how sensitised she was, “can’t… Too much…”

“That’s what you said last time,” he said, smirking with her breast still between his lips. “You can take it…”

“I caaan’t…”

“Don’t you want to be a good wife for me?” he whispered, moving to the other breast and sucking noisily at it. “Can’t make a family if you’re not good…”

“Y-you want that? With me?”

“Don’t you?”

She’d always known Ominis to hate his family, and he’d expressed in not so many words the intention to have them die out, at least so far as he could help it. She didn’t dare to hope that him getting rid of the rest of the Gaunts would have changed his plans in that regard, but hearing him say it made her heart rush.

“I… I do,” she said once she caught her breath. The necklace rattled against her collar when she tilted her head slightly, looking down toward him in the dark, though she could hardly see him. “I want it v-very much, in fact…”

Her admission seemed to breathe new life into Ominis. He grinned, and the breath of his laughter cooled her skin before he dipped again and kissed her, moving from one breast to the other quickly, then right at the centre where her heart was beating.

His hand at her neck worked its way upward, tangling in her hair, while at her womanhood his fingers played in her wetness. He scooped up a bit of her release and dragged it to her mound, making a mess of her, teasing her with how much she’d already spilt for him. Very slowly, mindful of how sensitive she was, his hips began to cant up into her again.

But he was more gentle this time, taking up the slow pace of earlier. She could tell from his quick puffs of breath that he was holding back.

“Ominis,” she moaned, threading her shaky fingers though his hair, “please, finish inside me…”

He responded with a groan and one harder, sharper thrust. “I will,” he promised. “I’ll fill you up so much your body won’t have a choice but to let itself be bred…”

“Yes, yes, please, I need it!”

“So good for me,” he whined. “You’re all soft now… So plush, so wet…”

He stretched his legs and braced himself against the bed to push more deeply into her, hands going up to hold her wrists down on the bed, rendering her flat beneath him. He was conquering her inside and out, holding her down with his weight and moving just his hips in sharp, deep shoves. Her folds throbbed, lavishing his sac with kisses whenever it slapped against them.

He felt her clenching around him and hissed, whispering nonsense against her dampened flesh in Parseltongue. She stilled at hearing it, frightened for a split second at that forbidden language that slid down her ears like ice, but rather than making her afraid, it aroused her even more. Her hands slid from his grasp down to his back and she clung to him, whimpering in surrender.

With one hard thrust inside her, Ominis abandoned her breasts and his lips found her throat again, tongue slipping against it between serpentine words as his hips thrust harder and harder, battering her walls, and then he stilled.

“Aaaah!” he cried, burrowing his face in her soft hair. “That’s it… there it is, take it…”

The moan he gave felt almost fragile, like he fell apart when he came inside of her. His hand went down again and worked her nub with frantic urgency. When she felt his thick, hot seed spill into her, warming her up from the inside, she shattered and clenched around him, crying out fragments of his name. Her thighs tightened on his hips, her entrance clenched around his manhood, and she felt him holding still as deep inside as he could reach while he released every drop he had from his throbbing, heavy sac.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much…”

Her hands shook as they clung to him, trying to bring him even more close to her. His cheek was pressed against the necklace so hard it must’ve hurt, but he didn’t care. His manhood kicked inside the tight hug of her walls with each pulse of seed that spilt from it, until gradually, it stopped.

She sighed and kissed his temple as she came down from her orgasm, nuzzling her face into his hair.

“I love you too,” she said, “more than you can know…”

“I’m glad,” said Ominis with a breathless laugh. “There was a time I was afraid you never would…”

She cupped his cheek and pulled his face away from her neck, easing him toward her so that she could catch his lips with hers.

“Well, I do,” she murmured with a smile against his mouth. “And I always will.”

They clung to each other as they caught their breath. His length was still inside, still plugging her up, and her legs were sapless as they rested wrapped around him. When they started feeling heavy and lazy, they slid over to their side, snuggling together in a wet and messy tangle.

Her leg was resting over his hip now, and his length slid out of her. With it, a few dollops of the seed he’d left inside trickled out. It felt like a tongue licking a path out from inside of her. She trembled and moaned at the feeling, and Ominis couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Are you all calm now, my sweet?” he whispered as he caressed her cheekbone. “Sated, are you?”

“Very,” she hummed. “For now…”

“For now, huh?”

“At least until I hear you speaking Parseltongue again…”

“Oh, d-did I… during…?”

“You did,” she moaned, stretching forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And you will again if you wish to keep your wife happy.”

Ominis chuckled, and she could’ve sworn he blushed. “Anything your heart desires…”

Slow and lazy, she slid closer and wrapped an arm around his waist. “It desires you,” she said, resting her forehead against his.

“Good,” he smiled. “You have me. And you shall have more and more of me from now on…”

She giggled, feeling madly infatuated with him all over again, and reached forward to plant another kiss on his lips. She breathed in the scent of his body, basking in his warmth, just as he did too. Coiled around each other, safe and sated and finally happy, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[buck-yyyy]

my complete, organized thoughts on volume two of stranger things.

spoiler alert: i'm really fuckin upset.

obvious spoiler warning for under the cut.

so. where to begin. lets start with... well, there's too much i'm disappointed in to pick a notable one to lead the pack, sooo a random one it is:

continuity between the seasons

there was none. there were so many plot holes and things left unmentioned from previous seasons that were important and completely left out. starting with will's birthday- what the hell? they made a specific point to mention it in season two. it was important enough to be one of the few confirmed birthdays in the cast of characters (actually, is it the only? a quick google search tells me that apparently, of the main kids, only mike and will have a confirmed birth date, and of the two, only will's was actually mentioned in the show). and yet, they somehow forgot it- with a team of hundreds of people, no one caught the fact that the date they used at rink-o-mania was one of the few dates ever mentioned in the show.

moving on from that fiasco, we have the fact that the upside down's air is harmful. they have to use hazmat suits in season one, in order to safely enter the upside down without getting sick. hopper gets sick in season two from the particles, when he's in the tunnels. yet, when steve/robin/nancy/eddie/dustin go into the upside down this season, they're perfectly fine with no masks or anything? that makes ZERO sense. there are a million other continuity errors, but i simply do not have time to name them all.

chekhov's gun

for those unaware, chekhov's gun is "a dramatic principle that suggests that details within a story or play will contribute to the overall narrative. This encourages writers to not make false promises in their narrative by including extemporaneous details that will not ultimately pay off by the last act, chapter, or conclusion" (courtesy of masterclass.com). in even simpler terms: a detail that was important enough to be brought up in the story isn't going to be shelved and ignored. it's a fairly important concept in writing; it confuses the audience when you bring something up then don't ever address it again. so why did that happen so much this season?

hopper's broken ankle wasn't ever addressed after he escaped from prison, even though an injury to that particular body part is detrimental to one's mobility (trust me- i ran cross country for years. when i fucked up my ankle, even a little bit, like simply twisting it the wrong way, i couldn't run. and while his situation was life or death, there was NO MENTION of it). max's letters were unopened and unread, except for billy's- so why did they chose to make such a big point of her writing them for everyone of her friends? mike's behaviour at the airport was COMPLETELY unexplained, and just made him more of a douchebag this season. and again, the upside down particles and the general atmosphere of the upside down being harmful was completely ignored.

all of these things add to the shoddy continuity, and lazy writing of this season- particularly volume two.

max's story line

what. the. fuck. i am so beyond angry at this. volume one featured max, a deeply traumatized girl struggling with PTSD, survivors guilt, and suicidal thoughts, choosing life and deciding to fight as hard as she could to survive. that story was and IS so deeply personal to me. however, they chose to resolve that plot by having her FUCKING DIE as a self-sacrifice. i should NOT need to explain to you why that's so shitty.

harmful tropes/stereotypes - part one

so, i'm dividing this one into two parts, one for what i'm about to bring up and another to put with all my byler/queer rep thoughts (i told you it'd be organized :0). this season (although this is NOT the first time), they employed SEVERAL overused stereotypes for POC as a main feature of various character's stories. i'm the first to admit that i am not the best person to talk about this, because i'm white, so i'm going to link a post by meembyers, who did a quick summary of the tropes.

mike and eleven's relationship

i'm going to be upfront about this, i'm particularly biased on this front because i'm a byler shipper, but hey- none of this is unbiased. you clicked to read this because of bias. plus, i don't think any milkvans follow me, so whatever.

their relationship has deteriorated to the point that it is genuinely laughable. i used to think that it was so that they could set up byler, but i now i don't fucking know whether that's actually what they're trying to do or if the duffer brothers just can't fucking write a good relationship between the two characters- we've seen them do well with lumax, so what the hell is the problem with el and mike?

if we're forgetting about byler for this analysis, their relationship is such. a mess. mike couldn't say 'i love you' for months, and in fact has never said it properly to her face in a way that she could respond to. he says it himself, that he practically worships her. there's a complete disconnect in his mind between jane, a very real girl who is in love with him and just wants a happy relationship with him, and eleven, the teenage superhero who can move things with her mind.

mike is the first person that she met outside of the lab. everything that she liked was just stuff that he liked. el latched on to him because she was a traumatized, abused child who had no one else in her life, nowhere safe to go. she didn't know what a boyfriend was, let alone the meaning behind a romantic relationship- and while we can see that this is what she wants now, that is not at all how it started.

mike has been reduced to nothing more than el's boyfriend. he has no development- even when he finally managed to say 'i love you', it was only because will told him to, encouraged him. and again- he has never been able to say it in an environment where she can respond to it.

mike's character assassination

i said it in the above paragraph, and i'll say it again- mike has been reduced to simply being el's boyfriend. gone is the mike of season one and two, the mike who yelled at his friends for being the only one who cared about finding will, the mike who stepped off a fucking cliff to protect dustin, the mike who could instantly tell whenever something was wrong with will, the mike who tried so hard to carry will out of the lab when hopper had to go back for joyce. all of that is gone.

he's one-dimensional, a massive jerk to his friends, painfully oblivious (and not in the funny or plot-moving way), and again- he only cares about el.

i mean, for fucks sake, he couldn't even tell that will was sobbing in the van next to him. season two mike would have noticed instantly and tried to make things better- but nope. none of that.

the fucking queerbaiting? what the fuck?

holy fucking shit it was bad. it was. so bad.

QUEER PEOPLE ARE NOT AN ADVERTISING TACTIC.

i mean, for fucks sake, i don't even want to talk about this. it might sound stupid, especially to casual viewers (although, lets be honest, what casual viewer is reading this- it's longer than essays i've written for a grade), but i feel so, so heartbroken. i've linked a post i made last night about why byler meant so much to me, if you want any extra context, but it's really not necessary to read.

https://hey-its-bucky.tumblr.com/post/688553205043511296/this-will-probably-be-my-last-post-before-i-go

queerbaiting is fucking horrendous. i'm not going to talk about any more. it makes me genuinely sick to my stomach to think about.

harmful tropes/stereotypes - part two

now, this one is about queer stereotypes- and this, i feel like i'm equipped to speak about, with my own personal experiences.

will's whole story line this season was an overused trope. it was the 'gay person is in love with their best friend, but oh no the love is unrequited, so gay person steps up as the "bigger person" and hides their feelings and helps best friend with their relationship while feeling broken inside' mixed with a little bit of 'sad gay boy' and then some 'in love with a straight person' thrown in for spice.

i'm not going to say that this doesn't happen. that would be a lie. this is word for word, something that i experienced. but that doesn't mean that it isn't a trope or a stereotype.

some people are going to fit a stereotype, and as long as that's actually who the person is and not just a caricature of them, that's okay. the issue arises when it's the only thing we see in the media, because it reinforces the idea that there's only one type of gay person.

i'm not going to go into this much more, because i know a large portion of people on this website are queer and very much understand what i'm talking about, but if you're really curious you can do some research on your own.

and, now, for the grand finale of my rant:

will's feelings for mike being used as a plot device

dear fucking god.

they used will's feelings for mike as a way to push mike towards saying 'i love you' to el. his personal connection, his love for mike, was only seen to progress a straight relationship. again- i should NOT have to tell you why that's problematic.

conclusion

i'm so tired, guys. physically, because it's 12:40 am, i've been writing this for an hour and a half, and i got like. five and a half hours of sleep last night. but i'm tired mentally, too.

i'm so fucking sick of the treatment of queer characters in media. i'm sick of lazy writing. i'm sick of stereotypes, of poorly-thought out decisions, and especially: I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF QUEERBAITING.

i'm tired, and i'm angry, and most of all, i'm disappointed. so, immensely disappointed.

i'm going to bed. i hope this all made sense. i'm sorry to those of you who feel the same way as me, because we all deserved better. best of luck to everyone. take some time for yourself- it might seem silly, but i know how much disappointment on this scale hurts. remember to drink water, and, of course:

fuck the duffer brothers.