#I do the power move of wearing it in public with nothing on top

[mushramoo]

idea after our convo in my post abt a fnaf tat with @miiilowo

[maxislvt]

Thinking about babysitter!reader fucking Wanda in the back of her mini van.

(Also, this is only a fic request if you want it to be! Otherwise, enjoy the imagery😌)

Love your work btw<3

warnings: power bottom!Wanda, service top!r, amab!r, semipublic sex, age gap relationship

thank you for the compliment :) I hope you enjoy this! also shout-out to @wndaswife for inspo. PLEASE GO READ HER POWER BOTTOM WANDA FIC IT'S SOOO GOOD

Though you took pride in being a good role model for all the young children you babysat, you found yourself in a situation that could only be described as scandalous.

Wanda Maximoff, the mother of two wonderful twin boys and a pillar of the community, was pinned beneath you and almost entirely nude in the back of her Honda. The fact it was in the parking lot of an abandoned mall certainly didn't help. It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming. You and Wanda had truly only been together a few weeks. The increasingly scandalous outfits and jokes at the expense of your virginity were a dead giveaway about how she was feeling. You were shocked it didn't happen sooner.

"Oh, you'd be as red as a tomato if you heard what the other moms around town wanna do to that pretty face of yours."She whispered with the same drawl that got you into this whole mess. It was easier to fall in love with her again than it was to tell her no. The hand stroking down the length of your shaft was relentless. "Especially that little nose of yours." Wanda guided your tip up and down her slit until you were practically shaking. "But you only want your mommy, isn't that right?"

You nodded frantically. "Just you, I promise." Your admission earned you the privilege of burying yourself inside of the warmth of Wanda's cunt, but you hesitated to take advantage of it. "D-don't I need a condom?" You asked foolishly. You were still so careful and nervous about everything. "And isn't it a crime to have sex in public? I'd hate for you to —"

Wanda wrapped one of her legs around your waist and pulled you forward. A low moan fell from her lips as you slid inside of her. "If I wanted you to wear a condom, I would've brought you one." She pulled you in for a kiss just as she started moving her hips against you. "Don't worry about that, okay? Just focus on making me feel good." One of her hands moved down to guide your hips into the pace she wanted. "That's it, nice and slow for mommy."

A low whine escaped your lips. "Mommy, you feel so good." You mumbled out in a daze. Nothing could ever truly compare to the feeling of Wanda's walls sucking you deeper inside of her. The confidence that you had built up weeks in advance meant nothing at that moment. You were nothing more than a pet for your lover to boss around and tease. "You're so warm," You whimpered. An unusual stroke of boldness took over as you began to grope at Wanda's chest. The mound of soft flesh felt heavenly in your hand. You were tempted to lean down and suck on it.

"You can be rough, baby. I want you to hurt me." There was an edge of excitement in her voice. It only grew as you began tugging on her nipples. "Fuck, just like that!" Wanda's moans had become increasingly broke and desperate. "I can feel you twitching baby. Are you gonna cum?" She purposely clenched around you tighter as you shook your head. "Are you sure? Mommy won't be upset if you do."

You clenched your eyes shut and tried focusing on the rhythm. "No Mommy, I can hold it. I promise." You weren't entirely confident in that statement. Your fingers abandoned Wanda's nipples and opted to focus on her clit instead. The bundle of nerves was almost too wet for you to properly stimulate.

Wanda was endeared by your sacrifice and was more than willing to test the stamina she knew you didn't have yet. However, the trunk of her car wasn't the most ideal place to do that. She hooked her ankles together behind your back. Her hips rolled against yours desperate to squeeze every last drop of cum out of you. "I'll tell you when I want you to hold it, but right now mommy wants you to fill her up. Can you do that?"

Of course, you could do that. Rope after rope of your cum painted Wanda's walls until you had nothing to give. Feeling her cunt flutter and gush around your dick was almost too much. You buried your face into Wanda's neck, embarrassed by how much was coming out of you. "I'm sorry, it won't stop," You mumbled weakly. You would've had to pull out at some point, but you started to dread the mess to come actively.

Wanda affectionately rubbed your back and whispered praises in your ear as you shook on top of her. "You did such a good job for Mommy," She coed. Her fingers tangled into your hair and played with it while you slowly caught your breath. "I know it feels good but we still have errands to run, remember?"

The groan you made as you pulled out didn't go unheard, but it was a bit upsetting to have the moment interrupted. You wiped yourself off then got dressed. It wasn't until you finished dressing yourself that you realized Wanda's problem."Are…are you going to the store like that?" Your eyes were immediately drawn to the already ruined panties. "Aren't you worried it'll leak out?"

Wanda shook her head as she climbed out of the van. "If that happens, you'll just have to use that pretty mouth of yours to lick it up."

[esha-isboogara]

✦𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼✦ aki & denji

this was originally going to be just denji but i think aki deserves a bit of love too!! i really love these two so much

apparently someone plagiarized my work so if you’ve seen this before that’s why :)!

made a part two

denji ♡

•oh such a sweet boy. he’ll hold the door open for you , pull your chair out before you sit down-he’s offering to help you in anyway he can. anyway.

•compliments you all the time! especially in bed.

• “god you’re just so pretty”. “f-fuck you feel good”. “how can i keep it together when you look so gorgeous”? things like that

•as badly as he wants to dominate you and take control he’s a helpless sub🥺 he just can’t help melting into your touch. how can he control himself when you smell so good and your skin is so soft ?

•has a mommy kink!!! this is pretty obvious from the first time he met you. you made him breakfast and he was just head over heels.

•please please touch him when others are around. he loves the thrill of getting caught. if someone were to see you two then they’d know who denji belonged to. and he is just fine with that

•is not necessarily opposed to being pegged. his body is just so sensitive.

•let him lay on your chest please ! he will try his best not to make it sexual but being so close to your boobs…

•it doesn’t take much to get denji going. everything about you turns him on no matter how simple.

•loves it when you degrade him and then praise him right after. he just wants to be your good boy.

•love bites >>>>

•fuck makima he’s you’re dog now. he will wear a leash and a collar if you asked

•nothing beats having you ride him. absolutely nothing. the feeling of helplessness he gets is second to nothing.

aki ♡

•a gentleman of sorts in his own way. he’s not as driven to help as denji but whenever you need something he’s there in an instant.

•most def a power top. he likes to be in control a good percent of the time. he’ll let you ride him and make you think you’re in control. don’t fall for it y/n aki is always in control.

•often comes home exhausted so there’s lots of late night lazy sex.

•cock warming as well!! he’ll be sitting at his desk filling out boring paperwork as you’re doing your best to keep your cool on his dick

•he is so good at eating pussy it’s almost insane. this man knows his way around down there.

•unlike denji he does NOT get a thrill from public sex. he much prefers to do it in the privacy of his own home. though if he’s drunk enough he won’t turn down a quickie in the bars bathroom

•it takes a bit for aki to get comfortable with degrading you fully. he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings :( he loves you y/n you’re not a stupid slut unless you want to be

•most definitely has a power imbalance kink. call him master/sir in bed.

•is hesitant about sex after denji and power moved in but once he received a few dozen blowjobs under a blanket during movie night he warmed up to the idea

[pray4saint]

I didn’t see anything about you not writing for plus sized! reader, so could i request something?

If you do write for it could i request a plus size!reader that wears glasses with either James or Sirius? Basically like reader is their tutor and they have crushes on each other and then it kinda escalates into smut then like confessions?

If you don’t feel comfortable writing for that, i could totally request something else!^^

i love your work!^^

-🦥

sirius falling for & fucking his tutor

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. 2.5k words. fem!reader. plus sized!reader. tutor!reader. p in v sex. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). semi-public sex. creampie. porn with small plot.

a/n. oh absolutely, everyone should be included if they can be and im here to help!!

time was ticking by. sirius was supposed to meet you in the library ten minutes ago. maybe he was just ignoring the professor's instruction because he wanted to. just then, speak of the devil, sirius black made an entrance, pushing the doors of the library open and making noise while doing it. the librarian shushed him and he rolled his eyes, his walk full of sarcasm and confidence as he strode his way to the table you were sitting at.

tearing yourself out of the trance of watching the beautiful man staring down at you, you spat out the first words to come to mind. ”i was beginning to think you wouldn't show up.”

it came out snarkier than intended, but it made his lips twitch up into a smirk. ”awh c'mon, do you really have so little faith in me?” he gave his retort, pulling out the chair across from you and dragging it right up next to you. he sat himself down with the anti-studying attitude he was known for and manspread, pressing his leg right up against your opposite.

when you'd accepted the task from your professor, you didn't expect the close quarters to bother you so much. hunched over the table, you could hear his heart beating close to you, his hot breath on your neck and along your jaw, his leg nudging yours every now and then. but of course, there were breaks, where he'd make jokes and stress you out, joking about the answer to an equation even though it was wrong and then not listen to your explanation.

”gods sirius you are insufferable!” you weren't quite screaming, more so whisper-yelling. ”this work is insufferable..” he'd mutter and it was difficult to hear. you were just trying to help him and he was doing everything in his power to not to accept it. some strange sense of confidence washed over you, perhaps fueled by your frustration with him and the frustration growing between your legs his closeness. reaching over to him, you took his jaw in your hand and turned his gaze. sirius' eyes conveyed shock to your action, and without a stutter you told him, ”d'ya wanna try that again?”

he looked almost scared, staring into your eyes while you searched his. ”uh- i don't know?” you kind of threw his jaw away from you, mumbling an almost incoherent, ”unbelievable.” you moved your pencil around on the paper absent-mindedly.

sirius took a minute to collect himself. he wasn't used to being talked down to. it made his tummy flip and blood to rush to his dick. for awhile, he tried to push it all away, but the feeling in his pants was making it hard for him to focus.

”so then, the answer is..?” you turned your face to his, pushing your glasses up your nose in just the slightest. sirius' face was covered by his hair and it was obvious his gaze was downward. ”sirius, c'mon, can't you listen for one second?” still nothing. your hand moved to the top of his head and wrapped in his curls, you turned his head.

and gods was it a sight. his eyes were low, dark, like a siren's, and his cheeks flushed, lips parted just slightly.

”sirius, are you okay?” your concern for him made him feel a little bad about how far his mind had wandered. ”yeah, m'good.” despite his response and dopey smile, you didn't believe him. with a roll of your eyes, you closed the books in front of you both. ”you're a bad liar.” you clicked your tongue, ”i can't believe you lie like that to the teachers and get away with it.”

sirius' leg pulled away from yours quickly, but it was because his entire body moved, looking around the library which had long since emptied of students and faculty.

turned back to face you, sirius' body language had changed. he was fully turned to engage with you, his knees at either end of your upper leg, one at your knee and the other at your glute. ”y/n i'm sorry i haven't been listening but i kind of have a problem.”

”sirius i am not getting you out of some other trouble-” he cut you off. ”not that kind of problem.” he didn't say anything else, simply glanced down at his crotch. your eyes followed his gaze and you gasped, looking at the tent in his pants and then around the library to see if anyone was around. nobody was.

”uhm, sirius this is highly inappropriate–” you try to compose yourself, although the situation warms the previous frustration between your legs and you begin to rub your thighs together. ”i- y/n i know i really don't need the pep talk. i just need a minute to go wank off.” sirius begins to rise from his seat and you turn your head, trying not to stare directly at his hard-on.

still, you grab at his hand. ”sirius no! by the time you're done the library will be closed and we'll have to come back to this tomorrow!” your voice isn't even that high, but you still wince at the expected yell of a librarian that never comes. ”then what am i supposed to do? i can't focus.”

the words come out without thought and too fast to stop them, ”fuck me.” oops. ”what..?”

”you heard me sirius.” you couldn't stop talking, the words wouldn't stay in. the boy who stood looking down at you thought it over in his head, and all the while his eyes never left yours. ”to bloody hell with it c'mere.” and all of the sudden you were plucked from your chair as if it was nothing and you had to push your glasses up again.

now stood upright with sirius' arms around your middle and his lips dangerously close to yours, you were suddenly coming to terms with what you'd told him to do. ”are you sure about this, sweetheart?” one of his hands made its way to your cheek, and you fought the need to melt into his touch. with a single nod, sirius had permission for his lips to connect with yours.

he pulled your body impossibly close to his with just the one hand. his lips moved along yours, rhythm well-kept. sirius was the first to pull away, his lips moving from yours to your cheek and trailing down to your jaw and neck. you were sure from the pressure on your neck from sirius' mouth that there'd be dark spots sooner or later.

you gasped out a couple of times while sirius' hands travelled south, from your middle, down past and over your posterior, just to the plush backsides of your thighs to him lifting you up and onto the table. you never realised just how strong he really was under all those layers, which he was losing, piece by piece. ”well don't just sit there, take it off.” it was clear he was talking about your top and with fidgety hands, you pulled your vest off, followed by your house tie and collared shirt.

”wow, you're beautiful darling.” he wanted to say more, about how absolutely gorgeous you were and how often he’d dreamed of this but he couldn’t seem to get himself to voice what he wanted to tell you. sirius’ hands wandered without a thought, running over your tummy and between your breasts, resting on your shoulders. ”sirius if you don't hurry up we're gonna get caught for being in here after hours.”

something in the way you said that, to hurry up, made sirius wild. quickly getting both his and your pants off, he pulled you to the edge of the table. ”fuck, dove i don't have a condom.” you sigh out loud, there isn't much that can be done anymore and you've already gotten this far. ”it's fine c'mon we're gonna run out of time.” in response, sirius pulls his boxers down to let his dick spring up.

holding his cock in hand, he tapped the head against your clit and you whined. you didn't quite toss, but you set your glasses aside, afraid of where they'd go if they fell off. ”siri c'mon,” you were going to continue your sentence but the feeling of sirius rubbing his cock against your folds stopped you, and him pushing himself into your pussy made you gasp. he was just so gentle with it. it wasn't slow, but he made sure you were okay with every inch he pushed inside until he'd bottomed out.

sirius starts slow, dragging his strokes almost painfully slow. ”siri?” you ask, putting your hands on his shoulders. ”hm?”

”faster please.” you didn't need to tell him twice, his hips landed against against your ass with a faster pace. sirius loved the way you tried to hide your moans in his neck while his hands pulled and rubbed at every curve and roll on your body. ”feels so- feels so good doll.” he raked his eyes up and down your body, god you looked so pretty wrapped around his cock.

the longer sirius kept his strokes in a steady rhythm, the less time it took for you to slowly lose concentration on the clock. you knew you didn’t have much time left in the library, but you didn’t think this would happen either, since it seemed to be something that only ever happened when you closed your eyes to sleep at night.

sirius couldn't seem to stop his hands from roaming your body, almost as if he was memorising it, committing it to memory. all while you let your hands wander his back, and his neck, and his hair, oh, his hair. he loved how you tugged and pulled his hair, drawing out whines to match the moans he pulled from you.

”y'feel so good around my cock sweetheart.” his voice in tandem with the feeling of your walls being stretched was beginning to get the feeling in your tummy to be wound up. you couldn't get much out between whines and whimpers, but you did your best, ”sirius,” you breathed heavily over sirius' shoulder, ”y'shouldn't say things– y'shouldn't– fuck! say things like that..” sirius snaps his hips against your own, over and over again to punctuate his words. ”but it's only. the fuck– fuckin' truth love.” the nickname only drove you further to climax.

”m'close, m'so close.” you weren't sure if sirius heard you, but you needed to say it, you weren't sure how much you'd be able to say in the next few minutes. he whispered close to your ear, ”i've got ya'dove. i'm right behind'ya,” his breath fanned heavily and heavenly against your skin, ”go on and cum. cum on my cock for me.” perhaps it was his voice, or the lewdness of the words, or a mix, but it got you, forcing you over the edge, ripping a rather pornographic moan out of you. despite how much your legs began to tremble, sirius kept his hips moving, although they were beginning to stutter, and you had only one thing on your mind, getting sirius to finish. just as he did only a minute or so earlier, you leaned in clsoe to his ear, hands tangled in his hair and whispered. ”siri.. cum inside.” the boy pulled back to look at you blissfully fucked out before him. he cocks his head just slightly to the side and you smile, all dopey. ”godric, you're gonna be the death of me..” he grips harder at your hips, the skin like puddy in his hands while the movement in his hips becomes even more unsteady and he's pressing harder against you until he just stops, and you begin to feel his warm seed pile against your walls.

slowly, the boy in front of you, pulls out, panting like a dog, just as much as you're sure you are yourself.

the two of you spend the next five minutes regathering yourselves; returning clothes to your bodies, fixing each other's hair, sirius returning your glasses to your face with a smile. ”suppose i looked a bit blurry for a bit, didn't i?” you laugh, ”didn't really matter, i wasn't too focused on seeing anything.” sirius laughs in response, although the way the tips of his ears turn pink betray his fluster.

”sirius, what time is it?” you're pushing his tie back up to straighten it. that would look strange to his roommates, his tie is never in perfect condition. he glances up at the clock behind you, ”past time for any students to still be here. guess we were lucky to not have been caught, huh?” he smirks, and now it's your turn to blush red. ”shut up.” you shove sirius' bag into his arms and he grunts while you begin to walk towards the exit of the library.

he's quick to catch up with you. ”y/n, can i ask you a question?” your eyes remain ahead of you, mind mostly focused on not getting caught out of your dorm this late, although there doesn't seem to be any faculty or students in sight throughout the halls. ”go ahead.”

”why?” the question rang through your head, it was a good question. why? why did you tell him to fuck you instead of just letting him go wank off in the bathrooms. ”why did you go with it?” sirius was left a little shocked, and he sputtered with the words himself. ”uh- uhm. well, y/n, that would be because..” he puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you and turns you to face him, placing his other hand on your other shoulder. your breath hitches at the situation, more tension being created than the fiasco in the library, ”because?..” you trailed off, almost breathlessly. sirius' eyes bore into yours, and everything around you seemed to fizz out, like the moment between you and him was the only thing happening the world, like time had stopped. ”i fancy you.” he let the words out, his eyes never left yours, but now they appeared almost frantic, as if searching in your gaze for a response. he didn't even notice how your lips seem to have lifted into a smile. ”say something, please.”

”i fancy you more.” sirius began to smile at your words, allowing himself to break eye contact, resuming time by simply glancing down at his shoes for a second.

suddenly, a loud, assertive voice spoek up. ”sirius black? y/n y/l/n? get back to your dormitories before i deduct points!” your head snapped up first. ”right away professor.” you say, sirius' response delayed. ”yes professor.” once the teacher had turned around, you gave sirius a quick kiss on his cheek. with an idiot grin, you slipped from his grasp and began to back up, ”goodnight siri, talk to you tomorrow.” you turned and walked back to your dorm.

”g'night y/n.” he wished he had more time but for now, he was satisfied.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[sillylittleguytm]

I Wanna Get You Back

Terzo x gn!reader

Summary: Terzo has a hard time adjusting to life since being fired by the clergy.

Warnings: Angst, hints of low self-esteem, grief, my inexperience with writing angst

Words: 2.3k

A/N: This was totally inspired by the song One Way Mirror by Ricky Montgomery. Also, a serious thanks to everyone who enjoyed the last one, y'all had me giggling and kicking my feet. I decided to try my hand at angst since I only ever write fluff. So yeah, hopefully this is enjoyable.

The weeks following Terzo's return from a tour were usually euphoric. The man that you love would finally return to your side in need of much rest, much love, and much relief that only you could provide him. And you would do so gladly. This time was different.

Upon the bus's arrival, you were met with a very different sight. Omega had pulled you to the side and explained the situation. The devastation, the anguish Terzo was feeling over losing his position in such a public and humiliating manner. To be pulled off stage at the end of the performance- it made you livid for him. Could it not have waited? Could he not have been given the courtesy of privacy when he had been informed of his demotion?

You spent that night comforting Terzo, reassuring him that he was an excellent Papa, an outstanding performer, and a superb leader. But most of all, he needed to know that you wouldn't leave him. If he no longer had the power and status of Papa, surely you'd view him as a failure. What reason could you possibly have for staying with him? You were quick to hush those thoughts, cradling his head to your chest while you whisper words of praise and softly kiss the top of his head.

The weeks after that were not any easier. Terzo's humiliation turned into bitterness and anger and there were many occasions where he would snap at you even though you were just trying to help. But you tried to remain understanding and not take his hurtful words to heart. He was going through an extremely rough time, going from having everything to what felt like having nothing. And he had you through every step of the way. Terzo was grateful even if he didn't show it.

But soon, Terzo would begin to distance himself. He brushes off the help his brothers attempt to offer, be it with their company or words of advice. He doesn't want either of them to bother him. On top of that, Terzo tries to move away from you. It hurts, but once again, you try to be understanding. Although, it does get concerning when he locks himself in his room for days on end, so you help him by bringing him meals, dropping reassurances as you do in case he needs to hear them.

You knock on the door of his chamber, his warm plate of food in hand. "Terzo, it's me. I have your dinner."

You're left standing for a long while before Terzo finally makes it to the door, visibly disheveled. It was saddening to see someone usually so confident and comfortable with himself so depressed and far gone that he was unable to find the motivation to take care of himself. His hair, now beginning to grey, was completely tousled. He's still wearing the clothes he wore days ago and has not showered.

"Mind if I come in?" You ask, holding the plate out to him. Terzo simply grunts, taking the plate and walking inside, leaving the door open for you.

As you enter, you see the other two meals you had brought him that day almost completely untouched. You sigh and approach his now sitting form.

"Love, you need to eat." You say gently, rubbing his shoulder softly. Terzo scoffs, jerking away from your touch.

"I am not hungry." Terzo states defiantly. "Besides, I never asked for you to bring me anything."

A frown settles on your face when he says this. He had never been this resistant to help before.

"I know, but you aren't going to feed yourself otherwise." You sigh. "Please, just a few bites? I'll feed you if I have to." You joke, trying to get him to lighten up. It has the exact opposite effect. Terzo stands, a scowl on his face.

"That's how you see me, eh? A- A worthless idiota who can't even feed himself?" He questions, more hurt by your offer than amused.

"I never said that. It's not that I think that you can't care for yourself. You just won't take care of yourself." You defend. Why he is so upset, you don't know. All you are doing is trying to help. Why couldn't he understand that?

Terzo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "You didn't say it but I know you think it. You treat me like a child! A petulant child!" He says, raising his voice.

Terzo's yelling alarms you. In all of the disagreements you've had, he's never once raised his voice at you so unapologetically. His eyes do not soften and his teeth remain gritted in bitter rage.

"Well, that's how you're acting!" You shout back without thinking. Immediately, you regret it, not wanting to fuel his fire. You sigh, trying to deescalate the situation. "Love, I'm just trying to help you. I know losing your position has been hard-"

"You do not know! You have no idea how hard it's been. I worked so hard just to lose everything the moment the clergy started to doubt me." Terzo roars. He storms over to the table where his glass of whiskey lies.

"You did not lose everything. You lost your title, yes, but you still have your brothers. You still have your friends, a spot within the ministry. You still have me." You attempt to reason with him. Despite what he's going through right now, he's got a support system that you wish he would use.

"And what's that worth, eh?" Terzo downs more of his whiskey. "I can no longer perform, and what else am I good for?"

"Don't say that." You shake your head and step closer to him, ignoring the pain of him brushing off your importance in his life. "You know you're so much more than your performance on stage."

"Bullshit! You wouldn't have even glanced at me if I hadn't become Papa!"

You stare at him in disbelief. You love and care about him so much. You've been there for him through everything, and yet he believes that it was his power and status that drew you in. If you had known him before, you would have fallen for him just the same.

"You really think I'm that shallow? I love you, Terzo. Not Papa Emeritus III, but you. I always have and I always will. The world won't end because you're not Papa anymore. We will not end because you're not Papa anymore." You step forward, taking his hands in yours. Terzo frowns and avoids your gaze.

"Do not lie to my face." He grumbles, trying to take his hands back. Your hold tightens as you desperately try to get through to him.

"I'm not lying, I swear. What do I have to do to prove that to you?"

"Nothing! Just- Just leave!" Terzo says sternly, his eyes, fiery with anger, trained on yours.

"W-What? Terzo, please, just let me or your brothers help-"

"Leave. I'd be better off without you." The words pain him as they leave his mouth. This is for the best, he reminds himself. He's just sparing himself the pain for when you would eventually decide to leave him when you realize that you deserve better. You deserve the best, and he believes that he is not the one that can give you that. This mantra doesn't dull the ache in his heart, however.

His assertion completely destroys you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you process this statement. Terzo was so resistant to your help that he was pushing you out of his life entirely. It broke you. You solemnly nod, letting go of his hands. "Fine. If that's really what you want."

Terzo doesn't answer, breaking you down fully to tears. You withdraw yourself from his chamber, shutting the door quietly on your way out.

Terzo stares at the door, his lip quivering. Your tears break his heart and he begins to question himself, wondering if he made the right choice. You seem genuinely upset. Too upset to be faking your affection for him...

Shaking his head to clear these hopeful and foolish thoughts, Terzo sits back down in his chair, looking down at the food you left him. He thinks about the effort you put in to bring him the food, the care you must feel for him to push through the bitter and snappy exterior he's put up since returning from this tour. He really doesn't deserve you. He's known it the whole time, but he enjoyed your presence in his life too much to let you go. As Papa, he could spoil you with endless gift and devotion. But he could not provide that anymore. He had been selfish, hogging your affections. Finally, he did as he feels he should have long ago. Terzo doesn't feel any better- there is no relief or sense of righteousness. There is only pain and emptiness. Now that he's gone and done it, it doesn't feel like the right thing. He's lost a piece of him that he's not sure he can get back.

Over the course of a sleepless night, Terzo realizes just how big of a mistake he made telling you to leave. He didn't realize how much of a difference it made just to have someone care enough to check up on him, even if he was in a sour mood. Your sweet kisses, your gentle touch, your soft praises- he's not sure that he can live without it. He was ungrateful and selfish, which cost him the greatest thing he had in his life- you.

There's a reflection in the mirror that Terzo does not recognize. His face is bare, which is a huge change in itself. The wrinkles and the exhaustion were fully on display now that he couldn't hide behind his paints. His eyes hyperfocus on the greys popping up in his hair now that he's lost motivation to dye it. He remembers the moments where you would reassure him that the grey hairs made him even more attractive to you while you would press sweet kisses to his temple. The sound of your laugh haunts him. What he wouldn't give just to hear it again. Your laughter has become scarce since his return to the ministry. He's treated you so poorly as of late, and he needs to make that up to you.

The next day, Terzo is dead on his feet. He had been thinking about and regretting his actions the entire night. He also thought hard about your words. While he was still deeply saddened by losing his position, you were correct in that he had you and his brothers and it wouldn't be the end of the world if he had just let them in. Reluctantly, Terzo changes his clothes and brushes both his hair and teeth. It's the bare minimum, but it's more than he's been able to manage as of late. Then, he makes his way to your quarters.

A knock at the door pulls you out of your own slump. You too have been thinking about Terzo non-stop. With a sigh, you get up to answer the door. You hope it's Terzo, but after yesterday, it seems highly unlikely. But to your delight, it is.

He stands awkwardly in front of the door, fidgeting with his robe and gazing down at the floor, as if too guilty to make eye contact. Terzo looks up with a sheepish expression as he hears the door open. "Tesoro, I know you probably don't want to see me right now-"

"No, no, no. Come on in." You say eagerly. As much as he had hurt you yesterday, you were eager to make amends. His condition had improved at least a little bit and it made you hopeful. Surprised, Terzo enters the room. He looks around the familiar space and notes that it's in much better shape than his own room at the moment. Then, he turns to face you.

"Tesoro." Terzo begins nervously. "I am so sorry for my outburst. The truth is I would not be better off without you. I was... protecting myself, in a way."

You smile softly at the apology, but a hint of confusion creeps over your features. "Protecting yourself? What do you mean?"

Terzo sighs and steps closer to you, taking you hands in his, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumbs softly.

"I was paranoid. I've always had this little voice in the back of my head telling me that this is too good to be true. That you'd end up using me and leaving me." Terzo admits. "Not that I truly believe you would do that to me, stellina. I've just never been loved so genuinely. It's hard to believe that someone would involve themself with me without ulterior motives."

You remove your hands from his and trail them up his arms, shoulders, and neck until you gently cup his face. "I do love you and I always will. I will spend the rest of time proving that to you."

Terzo's arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him. He truly missed having you this close to him. In your arms, the misery and insecurity he felt leading up to this moment instantly vanished. Slowly, he leans in to kiss you. It's soft and tender, your lips molding together as if they were made for each other. He clings to you tightly, unable to bear the thought of being apart from you again.

Terzo pulls away, lips parted and expression warm. "I'm yours, tesoro. Forevermore."

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Translations:

"Idiota"- Idiot

"Tesoro"- Treasure

"Stellina"- Little star

A/N: I've found myself very motivated to write and have multiple things planned that I hope to get done as soon as time allows. Thanks to anyone reading this, I deeply appreciate it :)

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Hisoka Morrow HEADCANNONS ☆♡

● Hisoka probably owns different self care products from very expensive brands. He also has all the best smelling colognes and perfumes. He'll buy or share some of his with you.

● Hisoka would insist on holding your waist both or holding your hand in public and in private to show everyone your his and his alone, but it's also just because it's an excuse to be touching you because he can't keep his hands off of you.

● Hisoka would immediately give you anything that you spend more than a second looking at and not tell you that he bought it until after later in the day. As a surprise, grinning widely the whole time as be hands it to you. "I thought you'd might like this, sweetheart~" He whispers onto your ear, handing you your gift.

● Hisoka loves nuzzling his head onto your shoulder or hugging you from behind and kisses your neck it's just how he shows his love and affection.

● Hisoka gives you very seductive looks across the room in public just to make you flustered when you're supposed to be professional. He finds it cute when you're supposed to be paying attention to other stuff than watching him.

● He'll insist on you sitting on his lap instead of just taking a seat next to him or if he just sees you standing and there's no other seats.

● Hisoka loves to do "innocently" things by moving his hands and fingers in a circular motion when he sees you watching them, such as doing slow movements when he fidgets with his cards and taps or caresses along both the tips and sides of them, He notices you watching him and it makes him smirk on how you can't take his eyes off of him.

● He'll teach you how to play one of his card games he doesn't really teach people his tricks because he usually kills them with his cards, but he'll teach you because he cares about you.

●Hisoka also would make direct eye contact with you when he bites the tip of a card and holds it in his mouth, or when he's feeling more antsy, he'll very slowly lick the card from top to bottom just to get a reaction out of you, and it works every time.

● Hisoka would steal a bite of your food. It doesn't matter what you're eating, but. Be careful when you eat sweets. He has a crazy sweet tooth he'll grab them with a strand of his bungee gum without you watching when your having a conversation, but you'll notice that there gone by the time you see it's all gone from you're plate.

● Hisoka is not into expressing his feelings to people he doesn't find it comfortable to him, but he'll slowly warm up to you if you show him you won't uses his secrets against him or have any ulterior motives for being close with him. It'll take some time, but evenings he'll lt his guard down.

● Hisoka loves it when you play with his hair, and he'll start wearing his hair down more often for you.

● Hisoka rarely wears suits, but on a certain occasion, he'll wear them, but only how much you love seeing him in suit.

● Hisoka also uses his face paint to put the same symbols that he has on his and put them onto you, so you guys can match with each other. "Oh look, we're matching, darling. Don't we look like twins, my little ace~"

● Hisoka loves taking you to high places such as buildings, so he can show you the amazing view. At first, you were pretty scared, but he reassures you that there's nothing to be scared about. But you do enjoy the view and watching the stars and the sunsets with him.

● Hisoka doesn't really care if people get annoyed by him constantly talking about power or his powers and explain them every time he's fighting. But the way you're genuinely interested makes him feel appreciated to have someone actually listening to him rambling during his explanations, especially when he talks about bungee gum and nen, He finds you a very fascinating person.

● Hisoka finds curiously odd how someone such as yourself caught his attention and has feelings for him, that he thought he was incapable of. At first, he tried to ignore how happy you made him but, eventually he started to not care about hiding it and he truly had fall for you.

[sebastianswallows]

Dangerous and Delightful — Chapter 2 — A trip to the museum

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind.

— WARNINGS: Seb being an absolute public menace, but otherwise nothing.

— WORDCOUNT: 3.8k

— A/N: Here's the second chapter, my dears, I hope you like it! 💚 As a disclaimer, I have never been to the British Museum, especially not during the Victorian era, so I have no idea how accurate my description is of its architecture or setup 😂 I apologise for any inaccuracies.

— TAGLIST: @micheruhime @sarcasticpluviophile

She paced around a measly little park, in front of the same empty bench, as she waited for him. The little timepiece at her waist told her it was almost 2 o’clock, the time set for their meeting, but she had arrived fifteen minutes prior just in case. She was in the heart of Muggle London, where she and Sebastian had agreed to meet. Since graduating from Hogwarts, she had been very happy to live in a little town and forget that so many people could exist in the same place. Now that she was in such a large city, she felt as if her every move gave her away, and she expected a Ministry Obliviator to jump out from every bush.

It had been two weeks since they met, and in that time Sebastian had kept his word — looking into the sort of items that had been known to appear in the Aeolian Islands, and even into the rare magical fauna of the area that could have drawn Melancthon and his search party there. He seemed optimistic in his last owl and invited her to do a bit of research together at the British Museum.

It had seemed like nothing to agree to it then, but now she realised the weight of what they were about to do, and she wondered whether Ominis was even informed... Then again, he knew Sebastian better than she did, and probably knew of things far more daring and dangerous than this.

“It’s going to be alright,” she told herself as she paced up and down the same battered six feet of dirt. “Nothing bad will happen…”

She checked her little pocket watch again, as she had compulsively done for the past ten minutes. This hadn’t been the sort of thing she imagined herself doing after graduation — going on relic hunts in muggle museums with dangerous smugglers under false pretences — but life had a way of surprising you… She would keep one eye on Sebastian, and another on herself — she could pretend for an hour or two that she was just another frail young lady in awe at the breadth and depth of dark magic and the power of the relics that contained it, all alone in the world, worried about her brother… What Sebastian didn’t know won’t hurt him.

The watch barely showed that it was 2 o’clock when he stepped through the tall iron gates of the park and made his way toward her. Sebastian was wearing a formal black frock coat, a top hat as per the latest fashion, and exceedingly well-polished shoes. In his right hand, he held a walking cane by the neck, which made it look rather like an unhilted sword. Its ivory body was carved with strange runic symbols, as if he’d done it himself, but this was the only thing about him that stood out. All in all, he looked the very picture of a Victorian gentleman.

He smiled widely as he saw her. “Miss, it's a pleasure to see you again! You look positively radiant.”

She smiled with relief upon seeing him. Sebastian moved with such confidence among crowds that he could make himself seem to belong anywhere he chose.

“Hello, Mr Sallow. I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind.”

“Don't be ridiculous.” Sebastian winked at her. “My word is my honour.” He held out his arm for her to take and said with a grin, “Shall we?”

It was a cool spring day, and the trees were barely in bloom around them. She wore a raw green dress to fit the season, her hair piled atop her head and capped with a broad-rimmed hat to shield her from the sun. They walked to the Museum together and quickly got lost in the sea of people. Her dress had never felt tighter, but having Sebastian at her side did ease her worries, just as she hoped it would.

The building was enormous, seeming to be a place fit for giants, taller and broader than it had any business being and held aloft with great stone pillars. It was more marvellous than anything a wizard could have built, although Hogwarts in its antiquated enormity came close. And even if the art inside it did not move and all the glowing lights were an artifice of electricity, it was still wonderful to behold.

“Not too bad, is it?” asked Sebastian, grinning when he saw her stare.

“It’s beautiful,” she said with a gasp. They walked slowly through the first art gallery on their way. She let go of Sebastian’s elbow to fold her arms at her waist, fingers squeezing each other in an attempt to calm her nerves. “Almost… almost makes me feel like back at school,” she added, turning to him and smiling.

“Resembles some of the nicer corridors, right?” he grinned.

“I suppose you’ve been here many times. Nothing left to impress you…”

“Oh there’s always a thing or two,” he said as he looked her up and down, folding his arms behind him. “But yes, I’ve had the pleasure of coming here often.”

“On business?”

“Why else?” he laughed.

“I suppose muggle achievements don’t move you,” she whispered with a tilted smile.

“They don’t,” he shrugged. “Nor should they you. Now come, the room we want is this way.”

They passed by portraits and pastures, noble busts and twisted nudes — as if going through the history of human thought and feeling, and their expression of beauty. She caught sight of as much as she could while Sebastian led the way in large hurried steps to the Natural History section.

Compared to the art galleries, these parts of the museum were darker, furnished in black wood fittings and lit only selectively. In place of the proud statues looking down at them, now there were skeletons of toothy beasts, and petrified remnants of trees held up by wires like puppets on a stage. Behind glass cases all around them were items organised according to their size and place of collection. Some were mere fragments of fossils, others were blooms of stone in bright colours, while others still were indecipherable formations of perfect geometry.

Sebastian stopped them in front of a quite long exhibit. A series of items that looked almost like toys, carvings so rough they could not have served any purpose. The note beside them said they had been excavated at a tomb in Normandy. Sebastian looked at them with fascination. He knew most things weren't exactly what they appeared to be.

“Quite a sight, isn't it?” he said as she joined his side. “There are many secrets hidden in plain sight for those who have the right eyes. This room, for instance, holds many artefacts created for a different purpose than they currently serve.”

“Such as?”

“The ones before us, for instance,” he said, his grip tightening around the cane while the other hand gently held her elbow, pulling her along with him as he described each item beneath the glass in close whispers. “Here, Miss, are tokens of Malevolentia, each a curse that is planted like a seed and takes root — not in the one beside whom they are placed — which would be a corpse in his coffin — but in his descendants too.”

She swallowed thickly at his description, which held a tone of admiration in it for its evil ingenuity, but she stood by his side and made no move to lean away, listening patiently as Sebastian continued.

“As this majestic room holds no persons on a constant basis, the curse is broken. But should anyone take one of these into his home, he might find, whether during his lifetime or later, all manner of misfortune befall his loved ones.”

“Horrifying,” she gasped.

“Yes,” grinned Sebastian.

“You’ve come across such things often in your travels?” she asked as they walked slowly together.

“Naturally,” he said. “The world is filled with dangerous items. There are about as many curses as there are benevolent spells, and more cursed items than one might imagine, created and lost to time only to be found by some unsuspecting scholar centuries later. The desire to harm others is as old as humanity.”

“It might be morbid of me to ask, but, can you tell me more?” she said, looking up at him with large, curious eyes. “What sort of things have you encountered?”

Sebastian didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned in closer to her so that the muggles around them couldn’t hear, and began telling her of some of the most horrifying things he’d experienced.

“I've seen a curse that would kill everything in a thirty-yard radius, and which was impossible to break. I've encountered curses which turn their victims into monsters. Curses which drive a man insane, curses which make him a slave to his own obsessions and desires. Curses that, if not handled carefully, can bring about endless torture.”

She looked at him quietly, staring with large eyes at him, and Sebastian couldn’t help but grin — that was certainly one way to get a lady’s attention.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “go on.”

“I've encountered curses that can only be defeated by a specific kind of magic, or by a specific kind of person, or by a specific kind of word — that one was the most terrifying, I think, for it was no word in a language anyone still speaks. And the sound that filled the air around the object of the curse — an ancient tree in the middle of a barren valley, where you thought the wind was howling… only it was not the wind. It was a ceaseless incantation that drove you mad to hear for long. It was... incomprehensible. Like looking into infinity. I nearly lost my mind. It was terrible.”

“Why would you even approach such a place?” she asked, clinging to his arm as they walked slowly together.

“A wealthy wizard wished to build a mansion there. The tree was in the way, and all the men he hired to cut it down went insane, turning their axes on each other.”

“How did it end?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“The tree was cursed, the earth was not. It took several of us, but we could lift several feet of dirt from around the tree, roots and all, and planted it elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere?”

“We charged extra to curse his neighbour,” he grinned.

“That’s horrible,” she said, but started laughing, and Sebastian laughed too. His grin was bright and charming, and she could only look at him with a chastising smile, wondering whether he was telling the truth or only teasing her.

“I have to ask, Mr Sallow... how did you get involved in this career?”

“Oh, I've always been very curious, even as a boy. Always wondering what sort of things were kept beyond reach, what our professors weren’t teaching us... And I’ve always been fond of books. Books do not distinguish between ‘good’ knowledge and ‘bad’ knowledge. They were my most honest teachers,” he said, smiling fondly.

“And your family doesn’t find your interest dangerous?”

“The way your family does?” he grinned. “My parents passed away before I could consult them about it,” he continued, looking away from her. “My sister was just like me, but became more disapproving of it over time — encouraged in that view, no doubt, by our legal guardian, our uncle… Unfortunately, she has not had the chance to berate me about it for many years,” he sighed, speaking quite intentionally about his sister as if she were dead — because he was dead to her.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, laying a sympathetic touch to his elbow. “It sounds as if your sister might have been a good influence,” she smiled.

“She tried to be, but not hard enough, I suppose,” said Sebastian, turning to grin at her again. “Losing her was... difficult. It’s been a challenge, honestly. Still is, every day. But I like to think she’d actually enjoy some of the things I’ve gotten up to. If anything, I think she would be proud.”

“I’m certain she would,” she smiled.

“Are you proud of your brother?” he asked, smiling slyly as he brought the conversation back to her.

“I think I might be once I see him home safe. Until then, no,” she said with a tense laugh. “What is he off doing, do you suppose?”

“Do you know for a fact that he’s hunting for a cursed object?”

“I know he’s been hired to retrieve something, and that he was told it’s dangerous. He was saying before he left how we would be able to afford that expansion to the house we’d been talking about for two years… And he’d been borrowing the strangest books for months before he left. I’m convinced it has something to do with dark magic.”

Sebastian nodded as he listened to her.

“How do you even go about it? Getting rid of a curse, I mean?”

“Well, that is only half of the work, breaking curses. Sometimes, it’s not even possible. The other half, the more challenging one, is keeping them sealed away. Curses are useful, you see. A curse can be an asset in the right hands, but if handled improperly it can destroy a whole town. It calls for the most delicate sort of magic work.”

“Useful?” she frowned.

“Well, very often they’re created for protection. To keep thieves away, or punish them,” he chuckled. “It can serve to protect an item, or a person, but it can also be used to do the opposite — and to do it in the worst possible way. It has terrifying versatility, which is why such items are so sought after, and so expensive both to retrieve and create.”

She recoiled from Sebastian the longer he spoke. By now, the warnings Ominis had given her seemed understated.

“This is not just a profession for you, isn’t it?” she said. “It sounds more like a passion.”

Sebastian gave an easy smile and leaned in closer. “I think we should continue this line of questioning in more private quarters,” he whispered, then looked up as they were walking and said cheerfully, “Oh look, that’s what your brother’s after.”

As if guiding her through a dance, Sebastian brought the two of them in front of an exhibit of volcanic glass. They looked at first glance like black stones, but some had been polished quite deliberately, even left with a little handle on top through which red tassels were tied. In their round and flattened shape, they looked like mirrors, reflecting a perpetual dark.

“Obsidian, polished to a shine. Serves as what is sometimes called a spirit mirror. The wizard John Dee used to have the largest collection of them in England,” he said, looking down with admiration.

“And… and this is —?”

“—What I believe your brother is after. They’re used for divination, of all things,” he chuckled. “But, I suppose, the environment that creates them is extreme enough that they can fetch a nice price.”

“No cursed treasure?” she asked, looking at Sebastian from the corner of her eye.

“Not unless you count the volcano’s fiery wrath,” he shrugged. “I could be wrong, of course. But from what you’ve told me — where he is, what he’s after — these spirit mirrors are the only thing that comes to mind.”

“It shouldn’t be so difficult then, should it?” she said, breathing heavily as she looked at the dark, cool, quiet items sitting behind the glass. “To go there, pick some up…”

“Who knows what he’s run into,” said Sebastian, circling the display. “Perhaps the volcanoes are active and they’re barred from going up. Perhaps there are rival collectors there… The journey is long, and all manner of things could happen between here and there.”

“Oh, don’t tell me that,” she fretted, squeezing the fingers of one hand in the other.

“But I trust that at least seeing them has helped alleviate your concerns?”

“Yes, somewhat,” she smiled, the tension slowly leaving her.

“I’m glad to be of service,” smirked Sebastian, circling back to her side. “Now we can enjoy the rest of the museum.”

She let him walk them onward, giving one last look to the display of obsidian.

“I still don’t know why he isn’t answering any of my letters,” she mumbled.

“Perhaps he’s distracted,” offered Sebastian. “Maybe he’s having too much fun.”

“Fun?” she said, sounding offended at the idea. “There’s plenty of fun in correspondence.”

“I’m sure there is,” he chuckled.

“Don’t patronise me, Mr Sallow.”

“I’m not,” he said, laying a warm hand over her upper back. “Alright, maybe I am a little, but I can’t help it. It’s endearing to see a sibling so worried about the other. Although…”

“Although?”

“Are you sure it’s just worry on your part, and not simply an inability to let your brother go?”

She looked up at him, frowning, her lips parted in an attempt to say all manner of scathing things, but none came out.

“Believe me, nobody would understand you better,” he added quickly. “After growing up together, being each other’s childhood, always having that other soul there to confide in, to trust, to rely on, when all the adults around were busy with their own disconnected concerns…”

She looked away, letting him walk the two of them slowly through the exhibits of fossils and petrified trees and skeletons as if advancing together through history, forgetting about the meaningless multitudes around them.

“Thinking you will always be able to rely on one another… And then, one day, to have that gone. No warning, no time to plan for it or to prepare, just have that other half of you get taken away. It’s worse, too, if it’s at their initiative. A loss seasoned with betrayal.”

She walked, unknowingly, closer to him, wishing she could hold him and convey her sympathy. His hand, by now, had fallen from its place at her back, and she felt colder for it. She looked up into his warm brown eyes that moved quickly from her to the exhibit of ancient skeletons before them, smiling but distant.

“I, too, have a hard time letting go,” he said quietly, looking intently at the bones arranged before them.

They were a couple, small and bleached, put together with nails and wires and fitted into rigid poses, their insides on the outside for all the world to see.

She cupped his elbow, the closest thing to an embrace that she could dare in public, and looked quietly at the display with him. The remnants of two human lives. The tag beneath their case said they had both been found in the Scottish Highlands in 1875, and that they were believed to be five thousand years old. Had they known each other? Regardless, all that they had been through in life amounted to this — that they stand side by side, in this distant unfamiliar year, reduced to bare and empty bones. All their rivalries and hatred and loves were turned to dust, faded into nothing, and all that remained… was this cold, eternal, companionship.

She looked at them, lost in her own thoughts, when suddenly with a little tremble and a creak the two skeletons began to move, and their arms came up to encircle each other.

She looked at Sebastian and smiled. From the corner of his eye, he looked at her and gave a little wink. Beneath, at his waist, she could see him deftly move his wand — it had been hidden in a holster at his chest, not within the cane as she initially suspected. It was an elegant piece of white wood with a checkered black and green pattern at the handle. Before them, stuck inside their cases, the skeletons fell away from their metal supports to lean on one another, skulls laying on each other’s shoulders.

“You like playing with fire, Mr Sallow.”

“Call me Sebastian,” he whispered.

Behind them, a shrill and raspy cry startled the constant flow of murmurs from the crowd. They turned to find a woman, thin and tall and with a wide froggy mouth, her face littered with black moles like rat droppings, staring and pointing at them — or rather, at the embracing skeletons in the case. She was holding a little dog with ruffled grey fur like a pile of rags, and in her shock, she clutched him to her chest as if he could protect her. The little ragdoll thing began to yap, drawing even more attention.

“They moved, they… the bones…” the woman rambled in a rough voice.

Sebastian and his companion looked at each other, then back at the woman. When they saw other people begin to stop and stare, they decided to slowly make their exit. Sebastian stepped to the side and she followed, walking in small brisk steps, then faster, and faster.

“That was a mistake,” she muttered under her breath, which came out in gaspings as her corset began to feel ever tighter.

“We’ll be fine, it’s alright,” said Sebastian lowly, navigating them through the museum.

More screams rang out behind them as Sebastian’s spell fell away and the skeletons reverted to their original pose. They looked over their shoulders, but nobody was following them. Still, Sebastian took her hand and they began to walk even faster.

“Come on, this way,” he said.

“You careless, thoughtless, irresponsible…!”

As she muttered curses, she let him whisk them away from trouble. Soon, they found themselves at a back exit, far from the fuss they had caused. Sebastian looked left and right before he opened the door, letting her go out first. He followed, closing the door behind them. They found themselves in an enclosed yard filled with ladders and buckets — trapped. She looked around, ready to ask where they were supposed to go now, when Sebastian took her hand again.

“Hold on tight,” he said, giving her another of his confident smiles.

Before she could blink, the scenery before them disappeared, and the barren landscape at the back of the British Museum turned into a green and grey expanse of wide sky over green fields, cold and open and lonely. A little house stood before them as if it had grown out of the ground, all grey stone crawling with ivy. He had Apparated them somewhere.

“Ah,” said Sebastian, turning to look around. “A bit further than I intended, but…”

“Where are we?” she asked breathlessly.

“Feldcroft,” he said, and immediately started walking away from the little house without any further explanation. It looked unlived in for many years.

“So you mean we’re close to —”

“Close to Hogwarts, yes. Although I doubt we’ll be welcome. Middle of the school year and all... Hogsmeade is not much further, if you feel like walking there.”

She threw an incredulous glare at him, but he just kept walking — backwards, so he could grin at her. There was not much left for her to do but to shrug and follow him.

[pentagonieslut]

hii!! this is my first time requesting something so sorry if its too vague, but i wanted to ask what do you think dkb's reactions would be to dry humping? appreciate your work and I'm glad to see a bb writing something on this app cause there's literally no dkb fics🥲

hi cutie ! i gotcha haha ! i put it in a headcanon type style too if that’s okay with you ! hope you like it ! <3

DKB REACTION : dry humping

E-CHAN:

you were at a basketball game, him hugging you from behind as you stood up for the final 10 minutes

it was packed so you were already pressed up against him

him slowly bricking up is a lie- he’s been bricked up since you were looking a little too good for his liking in public. he wanted you to look the way you looked now in private

you knew it too that he was bricked..so you took it into your own hands

first pretending to stand on your tip toes to see the players

then pretending to pick something up

finally- outright going for it

his hands grabbing your waist tightly as he hisses

he moves up and down against you, letting out the tiniest whine

“fuck if we weren’t going to an after party i’d rip your clothes off right now”

he can’t hide it so he has to change clothes into bigger ones

D1:

you guys were watching a movie

you were desperate to have some attention since he just revoked your punishment from testing him two weeks ago

deciding the movie was a good time to try to get some action, you moved

you turned around to koala bear hug him and play a ‘im tired’ card

he thought nothing of it and started stroking your back gently to lull you to sleep

moving your hips, he froze and glanced at you quickly thinking you were just joking

when you continued on he got what you were trying to do and let you continue

“babydoll if you wanted me to help you feel something, you should’ve asked”

he lifted his hips up as if to thrust into you causing you to whimper from his action

he just continues watching the movie and let’s you help yourself- his motto:

want it? work for it.

once you grinded harder down against him, continuing to make yourself get off

“did you finish princess? good girl, now let’s clean up this mess hm?”

TEO:

(his fucking arms,, i want him to choke me like he hates me with a burning passion)

you were doing the take me down dance that he created, preparing to do a dance video to it

both of you have the hots for each other but he doesn’t know how to ask you out since you’ve got the powerful aura that makes everyone bite their lips

you were wearing shorts since you’ve been practicing all day and just a sports bra

part of the choreography had you hovering above him- just a couple of inches above him

couldn’t stand the fact he was unintentionally be teased

your legs started hurting and you ended up sitting on top of him

which he was okay with

continuing to dance that part, you grinding on him as you only have a sly smile through the mirror

the loudest groan leaves his mouth

you both forget about the dance and he smashes his lips against yours as you continue grinding on him

once you stop and get off him as to not get in trouble, you wink at him and disappear for a ‘break’

HEECHAN:

with him i highly doubt you’ll even dry hump

like deadass

wooyoung’s little brother frfr

as soon as he started

he’d stop and just fuck you then and there

please when he danced to PTSD

FUCK

has the prettiest whines i bet

but tease him enough, he might just show you why he’s the head choreographer

GK:

this is unintentional but

you were all in the car

they wanted to take you to this luxe studio they rented since it reminded you of the one you have back home

you were sitting in his lap, the road being bumpy

you planted yourself as hard as you could against him

the bouncing didn’t help the fact that every twist and turn you were grinding on his throbbing cock

whispers into your ear

“please try to hold onto something that will give you stability and not make you move”

his face was red because he was with his members

they wont let him live it down

his moans were about to burst through his throat

only wished for it all to end

LUNE:

you were at the pool in the middle of the night

he had his eyes closed as he relaxed and listened to the music coming from the speaker

sneaking onto the daybed next to him

you grin and rather than hump him, you lick a stripe up his cock

simulating that you were sucking him off

you suck and he opens his eyes and moans

he’s pretty but that moan is prettier

lemme stop before my thoughts win

JUNSEO:

FUCK HES ADORABLE

I LOVE U BIG BEAR

anyways

y’all were sleeping

then it got hot

so you started moving whilst in his iron bear hug

he woke up because you were moving way too damn much

hearing your whines turned him on and he bricked up

“b-baby please? stop moving? let me sleep?”

he forced you awake and gave the cutest smile that had the scariest meaning behind it

sheepish apology

can’t recover so he dances away

YUKU:

he’s so soft my heart 🥺

he’d be sort of surprised that you even asked him

this boy just smiled and says sure

you take it slow

the tiniest sound made by someone else besides the two of you makes him freeze

he’ll help you or try to make you feel good

might even pull something out his ass that yuta aniki taught him

he laughs at your whines and smiles softly

encourages you to do it as many times you like

he might even get handsy and do something for you instead

HARRY JUNE:

“right now? for real?”

“hyungs are going to come in soon”

“try it”

sitting in his lap on the dance floor

under the guise of finding a comfortable position

he moans out loud once

then chokes and turns red

keeps his head down

notices his precum showing

gets shy

is shocked that he can’t combat nor tease anymore

all because he’s chokeheld by you

now he wants to just go to his room and screw you until you black out

[blues824]

Hiyo there amazing blog, hope you're doing well 😌 this is an obey me request can I please get the side characters with an Hiroshi Inaba reader

Hiroshi Inaba is a private detective. He is a genetically altered being made from the spliced genes of human and wolf. His eyes are brown and he wears rectangle-shaped glasses. He wears a black animal collar, with silver buckle. Hiroshi wears a grey shirt with white, rolled up cuffs and a collar of the same color, that goes down in a buttoned V-neck. His pants are plain blue jeans and his shoes are dark brown.

Hiroshi has a youthful appearance. He has dark red, spiky hair. He has a large strand of hair in the middle, with two locks of hair falling at the sides of his head, framing his face. The rest of his hair is loose. Notable are his fluffy, medium-sized wolf ears on top of his head.[1]

While in his wolf from, his appearance is much more mature. He is taller and better build, with wider shoulders. His eyes turn red. His hair becomes much longer, until it reaches his hips/waist. His hair is much more wild-looking and has two large strands of hair draping over his shoulders. In addition, he grows a wolf tail, that protrudes from his pants. His clothes are not changed

Hiroshi is a frivolous person, very extravert in his emotions, which often leads to comical situations. He is however very hard to deal with, because it is difficult to negotiate and do business with him. The only person to remotely keep Hiroshi under control, is his former police partner, Ogino

Hiroshi appears for the first time when Ogino visits the Inaba Detective Agency to ask Hiroshi for help on a case. Hiroshi rudely refuses and throws rock salts at Ogino's face, yelling that he quit the police dogs and that he's on a case himself. Ogino does nothing about the incoming objects, but says that he's here as a client, but Hiroshi still refuses and says that his jobs always suck. He continues throwing rock salts and damns Ogino's pretty hair, that he is never allowed to touch. However, Kei guards Ogino and persuades Hiroshi to take the job. Hiroshi calms down and after Ogino drinks some tea, he says that he's glad Hiroshi hasn't lost his headstrong personality and Hiroshi replies that he's just in a good mood.

I don’t like to describe the reader's appearance since I try to keep it versatile, so I didn’t. I stuck to personality, and the fact that the reader is a werewolf who is a private detective. Targeted towards a male reader, but doesn’t use gender-specific pronouns.

Diavolo

He’s also very extroverted, so you both often build off of each other’s energy. Plus, you both enjoy a good laugh every now and again. You were officially hired as a royal detective to help with a case that had been causing quite the disturbance in the Devildom, and this caused a great friendship and even relationship.

This man is the type to totally want to scratch you behind your ear, but he would refrain from doing it if 1) you’re in public and 2) if you don’t like it. One way to get him a bit flustered is to go into your more mature form and start flirting with him. It doesn’t have too much of an affect on him, though.

As for your abilities with being able to eat a strand of hair and being able to gather evidence and powers from it is very interesting to him. He understood why your agency treasured your abilities, since they come in handy a lot of the time. 

Barbatos

He has met a few people who are difficult to get along with, so you aren’t his first rodeo. No, you were actually the easiest he’s seen. Plus, your extrovertedness often leads to very comical situations, which he appreciates from time to time.

If you let him pet your ears, he will not disappoint. His hands move delicately through your hair, gently detangling some of the fur. Might even massage your ears as well, which is a huge plus. You have to keep yourself from falling asleep. He doesn’t get flustered by your mature form, but there’s no harm in trying.

Your abilities allow you to be great at the job that is unofficially assigned to you by Diavolo. Since you and Barbatos work together in the castle, you both can get closer and closer. If you need help with a case, he’s there. If he needs help with a chore, you’re there.

Solomon

You offer him a challenge, and he likes that. You both often work together to solve cases because potions can be used in forensic sciences. He has learned how to press each and every one of your buttons, but it’s all in good fun. It’s all for teasing purposes.

He is aware that you allowing him to pet your ears is a very special thing, and he doesn’t dismiss it as something insignificant. He will make sure to hit the spot. If you turn into your more mature form, he will be surprised but not flustered.

The ability that you have to both gather evidence from a strand of hair as well as gain power from that hair is fascinating to him. He wants to know if his hair would do something since he’s instilled with magic unlike the majority of people in your dimension.

Simeon

Like Solomon, he likes to tease you a lot. He knows where the line is drawn, so it won’t be too horrible. There were times where you didn’t exactly appreciate it, but you knew that it was out of love. What would be so fun about a relationship if there was no joking around?

He is very happy when you allow him to pet your ears, and he wonders if you will start kicking your foot like a dog when he reaches the good spot. He grows a bit of blush when you show him your more mature form, but like the others it doesn’t do much.

The angel finds your powers to be on the more odd side, but still very cool. You didn’t usually see any powers like this just anywhere, after all. He often asks you about life as a private detective so that he can get his books as accurate as possible. He gives you due credit, of course.

[coolyiooo]

BILLY HARGROVE X READER (SMUT)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️:slapping, degrading, creampie,public, squirting

During the summer you've been working as a lifeguard at a public pool, you were known as the pretty lifeguard and you knew you were, you were also a bit of a slut but like you just like making men submissive and desperate for you, the sex was only good because you made it good by being top and taking control of the situation.

You worked with Billy Hargove, who was also known as hot and you thought so too. he was very well built with a nice jawline and pretty blue eyes, but he's an asshole which made you want him more. you only like assholes because you like putting them in their place in the bedroom, gives you a more sense of dignity and power, especially when they come crawling back for more so you liked teasing him by saying your hips a bit whenever you walk beside him, playing with your hair, bending down by pretending to drop something. stuff as simple as that and it would work.

He would always make small talk with you, try to get your attention like he does whenever it's his turn to be lifeguard, just like the mom's and girls in the public pool, but you being you, you'd always never look, you'd also touch his arm by sliding your arm down his but then walk away, you'd always leave him a bit stunned but sooner or later, you'll finally have your way with him.

It was a normal day at the pool except your friend Heather told you that Billy was gonna cover her shift at the front where people pay to get in the pool. You were feeling a bit needy and you thought today was the day to finally make your move on Billy.

You were busy being the lifeguard at the moment and your time was almost up. You saw the mom's get ready for Billy's entrance but you just thought they were trying too hard. Billy came out of the doors and girls started smiling and looking up and down at him, he greeted the mom's while you started to come down the ladder from the lifeguard chair, when you got down Billy started to talk you "anything new to report?" He looked up and down at you. You were wearing a one piece swimsuit that fit you perfectly so he could see your curves perfectly. "nope nothing interesting" he put a hand next to your head, you were behind the tall lifeguard chair and his hand was on it, he sighed "how boring" you liked it whenever he put a hand next to your head, it wasn't the first time he's done it but it always made you get butterflies "yep just some running kids and some guys staring at my body, you know, normal day" he chuckled a bit "you know you could always ban those creeps, you have the power to do so" you smiled "but I also saw your eyes wondering on me so does that mean you'd get ban too? Also who said I didn't like it? I mean when it's old ugly guys sure but when it's a cute guy ...that's an exception " "am I an exception?" He got closer to your face, you looked up and down at him, looked at his eyes and got closer to him "yes you are" he was about to say something but you put your hands on his chest and pushed him to the side a bit "I gotta go now, gotta clean the floors" you looked back and smiled at him, he was flabbergast but smiled back and went up to the lifeguard chair.

You went to the restrooms to put shorts on over your swimsuit. You were mopping the floor (some pools mop the floors even in opening hours) and cleaned other parts of the building and started to wait for Billy's time at the purchasing area, when his time was up for being lifeguard he started to walk towards the purchase area. You waited a few minutes before you came up to him, nobody was paying to get In at the moment, "hey" you walked next to him, he looked behind him and made eye contact with you, he smiled "hey (l/n)..what are you doing here? Didn't your shift end a few minutes ago?" You smiled back "yes but my ride doesn't come until 2 more hours so I'm waiting" "you don't have your own car?" "Nope my parents took away my keys" "how annoying" "mhmm" "well..my shift doesn't end in an hour so..maybe when I'm done I can give you a ride" you smiled "oh? " You got closer to his face "what kind of ride?" He was a bit stunned by the bold question, he looked down to your lips and back to your eyes with a slight smirk "what kind of ride did you think I was talking about?" You sighed "that kind where your arms are around me...we're sweating and panting" you saw his eyes got brighter and his smirk got bigger "but if I'm gonna be honest I like to drive " he hummed "well I guess you could drive for a bit" "just for a bit?" You tilted your head a bit "im supposed to give you a ride aren't I?" You smiled at him "alright then..but I'll get the car started" "what do you mean?"

You started to see that some people were coming towards the purchase area, you looked at him and sat on your knees, crawling in between his legs, the strangers couldn't see you so all Billy had to do was be quiet.You started to pull down his shorts and saw his member slightly already getting hard.You didn't even do much but it made you smirk knowing he's already needy for you. You spat in your hand and started to stroke him up and down while you stared at his eyes. The people finally came to him and he started to talk to them about how much they gotta pay, he didn't seemed much affected by it since he didn't stutter his sentences or took a moment to find his sentences while talking to the strangers, so you wanted to take it up a notch, you saw he was now fully hardened, he was huge, you loved what you saw, you wanted a taste, you first licked the tip and swirled it around your tongue, you felt him twitch a bit from the sudden wetness, you didn't waste another moment and shoved his dick deep into your throat, you don't have a gag reflex so you didn't choke on it, the second he felt his dick literally get swallowed whole with your wet and warm mouth his breath started to stutter, he quickly gave the strangers their change and they left, he looked at you and was about to say something but you started to bob your head up and down his shaft quickly, he groaned silently and chuckling a bit "yeah your taking in my cock so well" your hands were on his thighs for better balance, he was feeling amazing and he already felt the need to cum, he smiled "look at me" you stared at his eyes, you saw his dirty little smile, he then put both of his hands on your head and started to bob your head faster on his dick, salvia started to drip out of your mouth and on to the floor, he groaned while tilting his head back with a smile of his face, he looked back at your eyes "you were just desperate for my cock this whole time weren't you, you little slut" he put one hand under your chin for better movement, he could feel his dick stretching your throat out which turned him on more, you started to feel like you couldn't breathe so you tapped his thigh to let him know, he pulled you out, strings of salvia were on your mouth and his dick, you just started gasping but after a few breathes he grabbed your head again and bobbed your head on his shaft fast "God damn your throats amazing!" Tears started to fall out, your hair is a mess from his hands, you started to feel yourself get turned on and wet in your core, you kind of liked that he did whatever he pleased with you, he groaned "fuck! I'm gonna.. cum!...take it all in, don't let one drop come out!" He then thrusted his cock deep into your throat and shot his load, groaning loudly, he was panting a bit, he got close to your face "swallow it" he said strictly, you swallowed it while staring at him, his smirk got wider, he then pulled his dick out of your mouth, strings of saliva stick to your mouth to his cock, you started to cough a bit, putting a hand over your mouth.

He then suddenly picked you up, turned you around, made you sit on his lap, he spread your legs wide open and slid his hands to your wet cunt and started to finger you while laying his chin on your shoulder, it all happened so quick thar your body moaned in satisfaction from the sudden pleasure of his fingers deep in your cunt "damn your so wet...all this from my cock in your mouth?" you started to get some sense and noticed that you were in plain sight and that if anybody came towards the purchase area they would see you "Billy!-...they're gonna see" he looked at the outside "hmm I don't see anybody" you tried closing your legs "someone's gonna see" you barley managed to say, he spread your legs open again " don't worry about it, nobody comes around this time anyway" he then took his fingers out of you to take your shorts off "I'll be quick " he aligned his cock to your cunt and thrusted deep inside you, making you moan and him groan "fuck your so tight!" He started to thrust fast, your wet fluids making it easy for him to go fast, it was already feeling amazing which was new for you since no guy has ever been able to satisfy you. He hit your g spot with every thrust making you quiver, you tilted your head back, laying it on his shoulder while moaning, he groaned "tell me how my cock feel inside of you?" "I-it...feels..mmn..a-amazing" he chuckled while moaning "didn't you say you wanted to ride a bit? You wanna take the wheel now?" "No! Please keep going" you moaned out "as you wish" he then pushed you to the window that blocks the customers and the employees, your hands landed on the desk under the window as his hand went to your hips and started to thrust into you again, he was fucking you doggie style while standing up, he looked down to where y'all were connected and saw your ass jiggle with every hard thrust, he started to slap your ass hard, leaving red hand marks, making you yelp is pain while moaning "you tighten around my dick everytime I slap you...you like it don't you?" He slapped you again "answer me" "y-y-yes I love it" he kept slapping it over and over again. he picked both your legs up to thrust inside you deeper, you were so wet that your pussy started to drip onto the floor, you just kept moaning and he kept groaning "it feels ...so good ..aah! Billy!" "Yea it feels...so fucking good!" He then felt the pleasure becoming too much "shit I'm gonna cum!.. take it all in my cum dumpster!" "Yes cum inside Billy please!" You moaned louder and he released all of his seed deep inside of you, making you cum on his dick and squirt a bit "you squirted for me? Did it really feel that good?" He chuckled, you couldn't even say anything, you were just panting and in euphoric high.

He pulled out and saw his cum drip out of you "fuck that was incredible..your my little slut from now on princess" you were still panting, you could barely hear him, he just laughed, he put your shorts back on "I'll still give you a ride back home princess" you came to your sense and looked at him "you really fucked the shit out of me" "isn't that what you wanted sweetheart?" "Yea..just wait till I fuck you up".

[doing-something-unholy]

♱ About ♱

18+ only, minors dni

Text post tag: #Father Speaks

Ooc tag: #Father Rambles

Pictures of me: #in persona Christi

Audios: #literally ;) or on soundgasm at /u/sinhound

Aesthetic tag: #aes

Art tag: #art

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Taken anon signatures: dream,🐱,🖤,🍃,🐇,🛐,♡,🪐,🌺,🌌,🐲,🔪,☦️,👁,🥺,☿,🦇,👑🖤,🪽

Likes, favorites bolded: Hierophilia, c*tholic priests, collars, bondage, cnc, humiliation, praise, terato, blood, mild knife play, breeding, abo, petplay, age difference, size difference, edging, overstim, dirty talk, objectification, fucked up dynamics (in fiction! think Hannibal), power imbalance, manipulation, corruption, orgasm control, cum

… to be continued ;)

Limits: detrans/misgendering, misogyny kinks, piss/any body fluids that arent cum, blood, or spit, raceplay, weight-based degredation/feederism

Rp preference: I honestly get super nervous in the dominant role with anonymous people, I strongly prefer playing the submissive. If you're dead-set on getting me to dom please send me an ask with your limits and likes! I won't publish it, but it really helps me to know what you'd like from the scene <3

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Father Adrian Lupine is in his early 20’s, average height, and heavy-set. He has curly, wavy auburn hair that reaches the top of his collar, and soft features: brown doe-eyes with long lashes, a round jawline, a button nose, and full lips with a defined cupid’s bow. He has square glasses. He’s a little (a lot) insecure about his looks, his weight and ‘soft-ness’ in particular. If he were completely honest with himself, he really doesn’t mind being ‘pretty’ instead of ‘handsome’ (though he wouldn’t describe himself as either.) but he was teased mercilessly for it when he was younger, by his peers and his parents.

Adrian is bisexual, with a slight preference for men or masc people, and has known since he was 14. He also grew up Catholic, and knew to keep his mouth shut about it. He is completely in denial about being anything other than a cis man, but is still very respectful of other people.

Adrian is mostly submissive and a bottom, but can be persuaded to dom/top, and is secretly very kinky for a priest. He might not have much or any practical experience, but he does have an internet connection and fantasizes a lot. 

Adrian is outwardly very friendly and polite, soft-spoken and kind. Inwardly, he’s anxious and lonely, feeling stifled by the collar while being terrified to lose the stability priesthood offers. He is very aware of the reputation of the Church, and notices who shies away from him when he’s wearing the collar. He knows there’s nothing he himself can do about that, but he goes out of his way to be as polite as possible in public, finding small ways to make sure people know he’s not ‘like that’, that he won’t berate others for not being a part of his religion. It’s really only on very rare occasion, usually alone, late at night, and post bottle of wine, that he allows himself to wonder why he became a priest knowing full well what the church is like. 

Recently graduated from seminary and moved to St. [Name Pending] about a year and a half ago, but much of that first year was spent not holding mass. Instead it was spent renovating the church, which had sat empty for almost a decade. The building itself was quite grand back in the day, but the town it’s in has seen slight decline in recent decades, and after the last priest died it wasn’t a priority to keep it updated. Adrian secretly suspects the diocese put him here specifically to get him out of the way after being a little too open with ‘constructive criticism’ of the Church while in seminary. St. [Name Pending] is a very quiet parish, not a lot of catholics left in town these days, and Adrian is doing his best to make his church useful in ways that aren’t strictly religious: community food gardens, charity drives, movie nights, anything he can to build his reputation with the community. It’s a shame he has secrets that leave him afraid to let anyone get too close, lest he get reported to the diocese. 

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AU's: Adrian is a human cis man by default, but if you want to rp with him in any au’s just let me know! The main two options are transmasc and/or werewolf, but im down for just about anything. put this man in situations ;)

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The person behind the blog is 23, transmasc, bisexual, and I am definitely not catholic. You can call me Wolf, just put ooc in an ask if you want to ask me something. I will probably get something about being a priest wrong but this is a smut blog so is it really that deep?

This is a sideblog! I won’t be able to follow you back, reply to posts, or send asks.💔

[sissytobitch10seconds]

In the Business

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Superheroes started popping up around 1989, which just so happens to be when Viktor and his brothers were born. They keep their secret identities very well and are able to live the perfect double life. Even if people suspect them of being heroes, no one can quite tell which ones they would be. Viktor lets the secret slip to a vigilante he happens to be sweet on, though.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual situations and discussions of asexuality

Word Count: 3,002

Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

Archive link!

A/N: Welcome to the next installment of the year of fiktor! I didn't really know where I was going with this when I started and I technically didn't include the direct line that the prompt has, but I tried to work it in there without disrupting the flow of the dialogue. I hope that you guys still think it counts and enjoy this! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

vacation together - power swap - enemies to lovers - “batman won’t like this” - stars - coffeeshop AU

Viktor Hargreeves had finally collapsed back onto his bed after a very long day when he heard a distinctive sound.

It wasn’t the type of thing that anyone else would have been able to pick up on even if they had been much closer to it. His hearing was enhanced thanks to the superpower that he had been born with. It had been a massive hindrance to him as a kid because he hadn’t known how to block things out unless he was actively focusing on doing so. He had since learned how to easily make the sounds and noises of the world around him reduce while still being aware of his surroundings.

What had made him perk up from his bed despite his exhaustion was a gentle scratching. It could barely even be called that with how basically silent it was, but there were no other words to fit it.

Carefully, he rose from the bed and walked over to his desk. He moved his plant and the lamp from where they had been sitting where they belonged so that they were on top of the stack of papers he had been meaning to get to. He could barely contain the smile on his face as he grasped the cord for the blinds and pulled it down, successfully raising the them so that he could see who was on the other side.

He had already known who it was when he first heard the noise, but actually having his suspicion confirmed sent a flutter of excitement through his system. The Founder, who was the leader of the United State’s biggest superhero foundation called The Commission, was sitting on the fire escape outside of his window like a lost cat. He was still wearing the domino mask that he used to hide his identity from the public so he could lead a semi-normal life. His suit was rumpled and there was a blood stain on the collar. 

He had been brushing the flat part of his forefinger over the mesh on Viktor’s window to try and get his attention without alerting anyone else in the apartment, but now that the other hero could see him he sat back and waited.

Viktor barely even had to think twice as he unlocked his window and then pushed it up. “What are you doing here?” he asked, though he would never complain about a visit from the taller hero.

“I thought that I would come and see my favorite person in the whole world,” he replied easily. He leaned forward, folding his arms on the windowsill so that his forehead was almost brushing against the screen. Viktor felt his breath hitch in his throat as he remembered just how devastatingly beautiful Founder was. He had long brown hair that was cut to brush across the side of his face, which brought out the angular nature of his jaw and cheekbones. It had been long enough since the morning that he was beginning to develop the shadow of a beard. He was lanky but also muscular in a way that shaped his body beautifully and suited him like nothing else, helped only by the tailored suit he was dressed in.

“I’m your favorite person in the world?” Viktor tossed a smirk up on his face so that he could maintain the cool exposure he tried to use whenever he was interacting with anyone other than his family.

“If I say yes will you let me in?” Founder asked in reply, tilting his head to the side cheekily.

“I was going to let you come in anyway,” he laughed. He moved to the side so that the other hero could get a good picture of what his room looked like before he used his power. There was a pop and a woosh, followed by a bright wave of light before Founder was standing in the middle of Viktor’s room instead of out on the fire escape where he had been.

So that it didn’t look like he was too eager, Viktor replaced the items back onto his desk where they belonged. He then turned around with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Am I really supposed to believe that you were just in the neighborhood and decided to come visit me?”

“What else would I be doing here?” Founder asked. He reached up and carefully picked at the edge of his mask. The item popped off of his face after that and he carefully tucked it into his suit pocket. Viktor had no idea why he insisted on wearing such impractical clothing when he was out doing grungy superhero work, but he supposed that everyone in their line of work was a little weird.

“You like picking fights with Kraken,” he replied, monotone and amused at the same time.

“That I do, but only because he’s just so fun to pick on,” Five replied. He took a step forward and then placed his hands on the smaller man’s hips to bring them closer together. “What can I do to get you to believe me?”

The proximity made his skin burn with need. Viktor had support and love through his brothers but it was hard to reach out to them when they were so wrapped up in each other. Kraken had his girlfriend and their child, one that he hadn’t known about until a few months ago, and Seance had his on-again-off-again romance with another one of the heroes in town. That meant that the violinist was often left by himself. The same thing had happened when they were children, Viktor being isolated by their instructor so that he could refine his massive set of powers so that he didn’t hurt anyone by accident. He should have been used to being the last one left or alone while still surrounded by people, but Five was breaking through all of those walls he had built up during his teenage years.

Intimacy like that still felt so new and forbidden to him that his body began to sob for them every time they were offered. He could never ask for it, the other always had to make the first move before he would tumble after him. He was awkward and uncoordinated when it came to their relationship, but Five had never seemed to mind. 

He took a deep breath as he tried to quiet the rapid beating of his heart. It almost felt like it was trying to drown out the surrounding sounds of The City. “You could stay with me tonight,” he whispered it like it wasn’t allowed.

“Viktor…”

“You always leave,” Viktor replied before the other got a chance to say anything. “I-I know that we didn’t start out with something well defined but I thought that after our talk the last time that we met up you’d be more amicable to it. I…”

“Viktor,” Five whispered. He threaded his fingers together with the other man’s and then used his other hand to tilt Viktor’s head up. “I can’t stay the night with you because I will never have sex.”

“What?”

It felt like his entire world had been spinning around him too quickly. He had lost focus on keeping himself level and cool, which had allowed more of the sounds of the world to penetrate his usually up-to-code shield. As soon as his partner had said that, everything had stopped all at once. It left him feeling a little dizzy and more confused than he had been in a good long while.

Five sighed. He removed himself from Viktor and lowered himself down onto the other man’s bed. “I know that we talked a lot about what we wanted to be and how we wanted this whole thing to work the last time that we saw each other, but I wasn’t entirely honest with you. My life is basically all the same as what I explained to you, but I’m asexual. Completely.”

It clicked and Viktor felt like he could breathe again. He had been going to therapy for quite a while and had been trained in how to pick up on some of the subtler social cues in the world after his father had realized that didn’t come naturally to him, but he still struggled sometimes. “Did you think that I was asking you to have sex with me when I asked you to spend the night?”

“I assume so. I haven’t encountered many other meanings with past romantic partners,” Five replied.

The idea that he was the other hero’s current romantic partner shot excitement throughout his veins despite the heavy conversation that they were having. It had been about a month since they had seen each other in any serious sense. They had talked to each other through text and instant messaging, but they hadn’t been able to find time in their busy schedules to meet up even though they were official now. Every time that Viktor remembered that he was actually Five’s boyfriend he became elated in a way he didn’t know how to properly convey with words.

Slowly, he sat down on the bed next to his boyfriend. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Five.”

“You don’t?” the other hero asked, sounding absolutely baffled. “Most people do. When they’re in a relationship with me and out.”

Viktor remembered the last press interview that Founder had done with The Commission and the sexualizing questions that he had been asked. At the time no one other than a small portion of people had called out the misbehavior of the interviewer since Founder was a cis man, but it had still made Viktor very uncomfortable to watch. “I… I haven’t wanted to have sex with someone ever. It was what drove a rift between me and my first boyfriend. Before it turned out that he was a supervillain who just wanted to be with me for access to my family.

“I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to have sex. I did with my first couple of partners because it was expected of me but I found that I was happier with people that took things slower and didn’t expect me to just jump right in bed with them. Maybe Klaus stole all of my libido when we were in the womb,” he tried to make a joke but it came out awkward and slightly uncomfortable.

Five laughed anyway, threading their fingers together. He had already toed off his shoes and barely seemed to be aware of the other uncomfortable parts of his outfit, like the gun holster and belt. He tugged the other man further up onto the bed so that they were laying with their heads just underneath the pillows and their legs tangled together.

Viktor cuddled closer to the other. This had been exactly what he wanted, the kind of touch that his body craved in a way that ached and burned. “I never wanted to have sex with you. I don’t think I realized that before, because you are very beautiful and I care about you with my whole heart, but I don’t want to. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to. I think I just wanted to be close to people.”

The other hero turned so that he was slightly above Viktor, propping himself up on his elbow. “You don’t ever have to feel like that with me. I would never force or coerce you into a situation you felt uncomfortable with unless it was to save your life. You know that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I’m just discovering things about myself,” he laughed breathlessly. He had never felt so cherished and loved. His twin tried his best, of course, as did their older brother. Diego was protective but awkward with his emotions and used to hiding them away after the ‘training’ their father had forced on him after emotion outbursts he deemed improper. Klaus was cut off from basically everyone and almost never exposed his heart to anyone. The Horror seemed to be prying it out of him, one dry quip at a time, but that left nowhere for Viktor to be. In the arms of the one man who had singled him out like there was something special about him, he thought that there was a place for him to get that kind of love.

Once more, Five brushed his fingers over the edge of Viktor’s face. He leaned down and pressed their foreheads together as he whispered, “I’ll be here for you, no matter what you need.”

He felt tears well in his eyes as the words settled fully into his mind. It felt like his heart was bursting in his chest as he brought their lips together in a kiss. They had kissed a couple times before, usually in the back of an alley after a fight against a particularly hard villain when they had to remind themselves that the other was both real and okay. This one was sweet, tender, and slow.

After they had to break apart so that they could breathe, Viktor tucked his head against Five’s shoulder and let out a contented sigh. The other hero lowered himself down onto the bed properly and cuddled as close to his boyfriend as he could get. They laid like that, woven together so that the very fibers of their being were touching, until they heard a noise just outside of the door.

“V?” someone on the other side called.

Viktor felt his eyes go so wide that they hurt as he slowly moved into a sitting position. His skin began to glow very faintly white-blue while he tried to find the lock in the door with an invisible tendril of energy so that he could keep it closed. “Yeah?” he answered after realizing that he had been silent for too long.

Just as he suspected his brother would, Diego tried to open the door. The handle jiggled a few times before a concerned, “Is everything okay in there?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Why?” Viktor was gripping Five’s hand tightly in his own as they stared at the door. The other was trying to stay as still as possible, as if that would somehow remove himself from the situation and save his boyfriend the trouble of being caught.

“Klaus said that he could hear another voice in here and we wanted to make sure that you were okay. None of that weird power shits going on, right?” Diego asked.

That was something that had only started happening during Viktor’s very close call with a villain called The Conductor. Klaus had to pull his ghost back into his body to stop him from dying, but it had left them even more interconnected than they had been before. Dr. Pogo, their current manager from the government, decided that it was only because they were twins and they had that experience. Sometimes, when they were both very tired or in danger they would have flashes of each other’s powers. It was barely controllable and had led to both Viktor and Klaus struggling to be normal when they were not taking care of themselves well.

“No, no weird power shit. Maybe it’s the neighbors watching their TV really loud again?” Viktor offered. He bit his lip as he waited for the response from his brother, terrified that he would get caught in the lie.

It wasn’t like he was a child that was sneaking an enemy into the house the same way that Diego had been when he met Lila for the first time. The Umbrellas, which was their sect of superheroing, had made their peace with The Commission after the Handler had been taken out of the rota. That being said, Diego was still fiercely protective over who viewed as the baby of the family and he wasn’t going to be exactly kind to Five if he were to discover them together. Viktor had been planning on dealing with that later but after the emotional rollercoaster that they had already had, he didn’t want to deal with it quite yet.

“Okay. Let us know if you need anything or if you’re having any problems, alright?” Diego asked.

“I will,” Viktor replied immediately. Some of the tension in his body released then, both because he realized how much his brother loved him and because Diego had believed the lie and was going to leave them alone. They both patiently waited for the sounds of padding feet to get all the way down the hall before Viktor flopped dramatically down onto the bed, giggling. “I told you that my brothers were going to notice!”

“Like I give a shit what discount batman thinks when it comes to my amazing, wonderful, handsome, talented boyfriend,” Five replied with a grin as he stole another kiss.

Viktor had to place his hand over his mouth to stifle his giggles at his brother being called a cheap knockoff of a hero that had basically faded into obscurity the moment that real heroes began to emerge from the woodwork. It just showed how much of a nerd Five really was, even if he would threaten or actually kill anyone that decided they were going to be bold enough to call him out on it. 

They eventually calmed down and Five changed into a pair of Klaus’ sleep pants that had gotten passed down to Viktor when he began his transition but were too big for the violinist to wear. Viktor had already been dressed in his pajamas so after they hid Five’s clothes away in a place they wouldn’t get noticed if the teleportation specialist had to make quick getaway, they curled together under Viktor’s sheets. Their fingers naturally intertwined and Viktor’s head came to rest on Five’s collarbone so that he could listen to the sound of the other man’s heart while they slept.