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theswissgirl · 6 months

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Into your arms - A Saul Silva imagine

Another scenario that I want to write :)

This is a Saul Silva imagine, from Fate; The Winx Saga

In this scenario, I always imagined her to be Bloom's sister and they sort of the share the power of the dragon flame

Her name is Delilah and she is a fire fairy and of course, she is Silva's girl

Based on Season 2 Episode 3 : Your Newfound Popularity

(credits to the owner of the picture)

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I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I

If you let me, I'll beOut of my dress and into your arms tonight

Yeah, I'm lost without it

Feels like I'm always waitin'I need you to come get me

Out of my head, and into your arms tonight

- Into Your Arms, Witt Lowry & Ava Max

After the display Stella put on at the banquet, everyone had gone to retire to their homes, leaving Bloom and Delilah alone at the dining table.

Delilah was tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to her bed and close her eyes but sleep has not come easy for her.

For her thoughts were always occupied with one person and one person only.

Saul Silva.

The man she loved above anything else.

It pains her greatly that she is not able to see him, even after the winx rescued him from being transported to Polaris, she knew that it would be dangerous from him to come see her. She still missed him nonetheless.

Rosalind joins them.

"I know. It's a lot" she says, looking at delilah and bloom.

Bloom was the first to say something, "When we first spoke at the Stone Cirlce, you said the blood witches were the one who kidnapped us and held us at Aster Dell"

"Is that because of this thing inside us? Dragon Flame?" delilah asked inquisitively, looking up at Rosalind.

Rosalind nodded.

"It is"

Delilah heart starts to race and she feels herself tense at the new found information.

Bloom draws her eyebrows together, confusion evicent on her face, "What about our birth parents? Do they have it too or are they-" Rosalind cuts her off.

"I-- I wasn't lying back then" Rosalind sits down in the chair next to Bloom.

" I don't know where you came from. But the blood witches will. We'll fight them and we'll work it out" she says with conviction.

"you've already kept so much from us, I don't know if we can trust you" Delilah speaks up.

Rosalind clicks her tongue and slides a piece of paper over to her.

"Maybe this will help"

Delilah picks up the paper and reads the contents of it and then pauses when she reads "criminal pardon".

She looks to Rosalind, "What is this?"

"It's a pardon" a voice spoke up from behind them.

suddenly, delilah's heart tightened painfully in her chest and she is overcome with shock and surprise. She whips around in her chair and turns around to see the love of her life standing by the door way. Her breathing picks up and she takes in his appearance.

He is wearing the uniform of the specialist, his face is clean shaven and his hair is in styled in order, keeping it from crowding his face.

He looked good.

And dear lord did he look good in that uniform, the clothing hugging him in all the right places.

"Silva" her voice cracks as she is overcome with an intense amount of relief.

But Delilah had to be careful as Rosalind had no knowledge of their relationship so she had to try her damn hardest to keep her emotions concealed.

As did Saul.

When all he wanted was to run to his girl and pull her into his arms, instead he walks down the steps and moves to stand behind her chair, feeling temporarily content with just standing close to her.

"I've been working Arthur for a week for a damn thing. Stella almost fucked it up this afternoon, but..-" Bloom cuts off Rosalind.

Delilah was too stunned to say anything.

" I don't understand. Why are you-" Rosalind cuts bloom off in return.

" It's time to put aside our differences, we have a common enemy. The blood witches are a scourge on the Other World. Everytime wer drive them out, they come crawling back" Rosland says.

"She's right. And if they are gathering strength to make a move, we need to stop them before it's too late" Silva spoke up from where he stood, serving as another reminder for Delilah that he was actually here, he was alright.

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Delilah had the suite too herself.

Bloom was off reading about blood witches.

Stella was with Beatrix

Musa was on a walk with her headphones.

Aisa was probably somewhere with Grey.

Terra and Flora were god knows where.

Once she got back to her room, she immediately changed out of her dress and rid her face of the make up she had to wear. She changed into some black sleeping shorts with a cropped dark green tank top.

She could not stop pacing back and forth, her heart and wind were racing. She knew that Saul was coming to see her as they were not able to even have a conversation in front of Rosalind which meant that now, was perfect for them.

She felt like a high school girl who grew nervous at the sight of her crush. Yes, her and Silva have been together for a whole year now but he still manages to sum a herd of butterflies in her stomach.

It's kind of sweet if you think about, after all these months of being separated, she still feels so strongly about him and their relationship.

It was no doubt the she loved him unconditionally.

A knock on her window interrupts her train of thought, she jumps and whirls around quickly and she sees Saul, waiting for her to open the window.

And when she does, he moves like lightning and pulls her into his arms, stumbling forward at the same time. She is quick to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent that effectively calms her racing heart.

God she missed him so much.

Saul wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in so close she can hardly draw in a breath, he too buries his face in her hair, relishing in the feel of having his girl so close.

"I missed you so much" she whimpered into his neck, tears gathering in her eyes.

" I know, sweetheart. You have no idea how much it drove me insane not having you close to me" He said softly.

He pulls her away from him and moves his hands to cup her face and gently caress her cheeks, his eyes moving all around her face to get a good look at her.

She was always so beautiful in his eyes. And she still is.

He smiles before pulling her close again and leaning his face closer to hers. Slowly, they lean in closer and delilah closes her eyes milliseconds before her lips were going to meet his. Finally, Silva's lips brushed against hers, then he crashes their lips together.

The kiss starts out slowly, giving each other to familiarize themselves again and explore each others mouth. Deliliah tilts her head in order to a slightly deeper angle and she moves to wrap her arms around his neck and interlocking her hands there. She deepens the kiss and Silvas has no problem with that.

The kiss became more passionate and heated, both picking up the pace so its more faster and rough. Delilah lets out little moans as Silva starts backing backwards towards her bed and he sits down at the edge, pulling her to straddle his lap.

This meant that Delilah face was above his, enabling her to deepen the kiss even more. After a minute or two of their making out, they pulled away from each other, really needing to suck in some oxygen and refocus themselves.

Delilah leans her forehead on Silva's, closes her eyes and smiles.

I've missed that too" she laughed lightly.

He chuckled lowly, "me too love, me too" he pulls her closer to him.

Delilah had to admit, the way they were positioned was making her head spin and she could feel her body slowly coming alive under his touch.

She's not surprised, her body and mind have gone months without his touch, a reaction was going to be inevitable but she didn't mind.

Right then, a yawn escapes her.

She knew that she wanted him but she was way too tired to engage in that certain activity. Silva could see that too.

"Come on darling, lets get you to bed" he picks her up and carries her to her bed, pulling the blankets from the bed, placing her in it and then pulling the covers to cover her body. He then got in behind her, moving his arms around her body once more and pulling her closer to his.

The proximity of their bodies was making her even more sleepy as she could feel her eyes beginn to feel heavy.

But before she gives into the demand of sleep, she whispers one last thing.

"I love you"

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not gonna bother proof reading her grammatical mistakes, I'm too tired for that.

#winx club #fate series #bloom peters #dragon flame #saul silva #Saul Silva x reader #Saul Silva x oc #firefairy #love #short story #Saul silva x student #Saul Silva x fairy reader #slightly spicy?#magic winx

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hawkeykirsah · 9 months

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wip wednesday

It’s been a while since I’ve done this! Here, have a short (slightly spicy?) Venko snippet.

They made out lazily, hands sliding slowly over warm skin. The ceiling fan whirred quietly above them, its rotations nearly as lazy as their kisses. Kaidan felt his arousal slowly stirring again, kisses gradually becoming sloppier and more heated.

“You said earlier that you don’t have much experience with guys,” Kaidan murmured, nuzzling Jimmy’s pulse point. “Just how much experience are we talking? Ever been fucked?”

“Nope, never got past watching each other jerk off before.”

Kaidan hummed, filing that information away. “Ever been fucked by a woman then? Gotten pegged or fingered?” he clarified. “Ever been on the receiving end of penetration at all?”

“Negative to all,” James replied, tilting his head to the side, granting him better access, “but I’m more than willing to give it a try.”

“Good to know,” Kaidan rasped, trailing his tongue down to his clavicle. He nipped lightly at the juncture between neck and shoulder. “I like it either way, even if I generally prefer topping. We’ll figure it out together.”

“Yeah,” James breathed, shuddering pleasantly as Kaidan thumbed over his nipple. “I’d like that.”

#venko #kaidan alenko #james vega #kaidan alenko x james vega #mass effect #wip wednesday #lime #slightly spicy?#yes this is a continuation of hot mystery guy

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lesbomaticlove · 6 months

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so i had another idea because of pinterest

#one piece fanart #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #post timeskip op #slightly spicy #i guess???#zosan #these bitches have taken over my mind as you can probably tell #i have a folder on pinterest titled 'when im feeling chaotic and/or gay' and that is where these original images are stored

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reverienco · 3 months

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what the fuck am i doing. scheduling this at 1am.

#MD personality shift au #murder drones #murder drones fanart #murder drones N #murder drones uzi #serial designation N #uzi doorman #murder drones Nuzi #Nuzi #enzi #biscuit bites #tw suggestive #??? i guess #no one actually notices it but he's slightly lifting her shirt. lol. lmao.#being aroace is making suggestive/nsfw art that you gradually lose interest in because you just don't feel it yknow? LMAO #it starts out like “oh boy! this one's SPICY!!” and then it devolves into “oh yeah whatever. gotta color here and shade there.”#“dang i fucked up the anatomy there. wait what was i drawing?”#shoutout to my fellow aroacers who do this full-time cuz i could not I'd literally die of boredom LMAO #its . 1am and im jsut rambling in the tags

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 6 months

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Mayores

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.

Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.

After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.

When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.

It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.

Just not the right ones for you.

So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.

Until you met her.

Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?

Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.

Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.

Except when you were inside the bedroom.

Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.

She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.

That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.

Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.

So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.

Which was what you were trying to do.

“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”

“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”

“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.

Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”

It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.

That wasn’t the time for that, though.

The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.

“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”

“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”

Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.

You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”

“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”

You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.

No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.

“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”

“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.

Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”

You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”

“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.

You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.

“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.

You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.

The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.

With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.

“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.

“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.

“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.

“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.

Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”

“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.

“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.

“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.

“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.

The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.

“To my beautiful girlfriend,

You own my love

and I promise to protect your heart.

SJ”

You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.

And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x reader #celebrity x reader #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff #slightly spicy

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 12 days

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Måneskin Drinking: Chaggie 18+

Alright, time to be a little horny on main. Buckle up, buttercups!

Hazbins: (sitting in the newly rebuilt bar in the hotel and enjoying an easy night off)

Husker: .....I got a bad feeling.

Cherri: What? Why?

Husker: Call it bartender intuition.

-Lights dim and spotlights focus on the karaoke and band stage as "I Wanna Be Your Slave" by Måneskin plays over the speakers-

Charlie: (struts onto the stage while tossing her blazer away drunkenly and grabs the karaoke microphone. Runs her hands through her hair seductively and snaps her hair ties with her claws and sings) I wanna be your slave~

Vaggie: (steps onto the stage with a microphone in hand, salsa dance steps around Charlie and runs her fingers up her spine to the base of her scalp. Giving a gentle tug at the blonde hair while singing) I wanna be your master~

Charlie: (whimpers hotly and bends over to touch her palms to the floor, legs widening, and pushing her ass into Vaggie's hips while slowly rolling up to standing) I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters~

Hazbins: WHO LET THEM DRINK TOGETHER AGAIN?!?!?!

Angel: (snickering impishly as he holds up his phone)

Charlie: (grinds against Vaggie's hips) I wanna be your sex toy~

Vaggie: (spins Charlie around, undoes her bow tie, uses it as a leash, and uses a firm hand to make Charlie sit on her knees while hiking her knee over Charlie's shoulder) I wanna be your teacher~

Charlie: (mouth watering as she looks straight up and under Vaggie's skirt) I wanna be your sin.

Vaggie: (smirks) I wanna be your preacher. (kicks Charlie away and struts away like a fucking queen)

Husker: Someone turn off the music! Cut the music!

Cherri: HA!!! Are you kidding?! (Holds up her phone to record) This is GOLD!!!

Charlie: (demons out and crawls after Vaggie on her hands and knees) Because I'm a devil who's searching for redemption~

Vaggie: (grabs Charlie's chin between her thumb and forefinger) And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption~

-Lights and music cut out-

Lucifer: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!?!

Angel: Your daughter was about to get laid!

#chaggie #drunk #charlie #vaggie #hazbin hotel #incorrect hazbin hotel quotes #husker #cherri bomb #angel #lucifer #i wanna be your slave #Artist: Måneskin #karaoke #top vaggie #bottom charlie #spicy chaggy #slightly ns/fw

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april-showersmay-flowers · 2 months

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No matter how many times I read the words “fuck, Granger” it will ALWAYS DO SOMETHING TO ME. Also 8th year shenanigans yes please.

#dramione #dramione fanart #sketch #fanart #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #slightly spicy #but they’re both fully clothed so

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hyenafu · 3 months

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The main story of Slightly Damned is not always kind to these two, so let's enjoy some cute mushy and spicy stuff with Buwaro and Kieri as adults!

I ain't waiting until my comic's epilogue to indulge lol

#slightly damned #sdamned #buwaro #kieri #furry #sfw furry #angel #demon #interspecies romance #spicy stuff #mushy stuff

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melontoyo · 6 months

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The Demon-King's Sacring 🩸

spicy version support me on pixiv fanbox melontoyo.fanbox.cc

#he's just in the nood which is still allowed on tumblr 🙊#totk #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #demon king ganondorf #totk ganondorf #totk fanart #do not behold at work #slightly spicy #spreading the nb Ganon pr0p@panda!!! 👀👀👀#🐼🏳‍🌈#melontoyo's art #loz

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arkeusruin · 22 days

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Uncropped (spicy??) under the cut vdhsjjs anyways here is an omega design teehee

Just some bulge lol

#omega ghoul #digital art #ghost fanart #ghoul fanart #ark's art #slightly spicy?

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tichiox1 · 1 year

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☆Unexpected☆

Sumarry:You have been working with the band Tokio Hotel for a while now , but these past weeks Bill has been acting strange?, he's been avoiding you as best he can before you realise it the Unexpected happened.

Bill kaulitz x staff reader

Word count:1.4k

(sorry if this is not like him at all sorrey i just needed an excuse to make an angry make out chapter with him)

(I'm feeding yall so hard rn but don't worry ill continue to do so my children)

-i was also listening to :Never be the same by Camila Cabello when i wrote this

Slightly spicy 😏

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"Hey bill i need to talk to you about something-" you said before he suddenly went out , ignoring your call to him.

"What's his problem" Tom said , while looking at the direction where Bill left.

"I don't know he's just been avoiding me recently"you said , a sigh escapes your lips .

"He's probably on his period" Georg suddenly said coming out of nowhere, a mocking smile on his face as he also looked to where Bill went.

"He's just been avoiding me what's his problem anyways" You said you eyebrow raised in confusion .

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"Hey bill i need to do your make up before the-" you said as he brushed up against your shoulder and went behind you , to where another make up artist is ,not even looking at you, his brows slightly frowning.

You looked at him in confusion , because these past days never once has he even laid eyes on you , let alone pay attention to you .

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"Do you know why he's avoiding you?" Tom asked , also confused since Bill doesn't usually act this way.

"If i know i wouldn't be confused" You said annoyed at Bill's childish behavior .

"I think i know" Georg cuts in .

"He's inlove mwah mwah mwah" Georg said mockingly , while making kissing noises with his lips.

Tom laughed with him as he also made kissing noises as he grabbed himself ,his arm on both sides as he made it look like someone's holding him while he started thrusting his hips while still making kissing noises .

You rolled your eyes in annoyance , as you grab the bridge of your nose and pinched it tighly.

"He'll talk to you soon don't worry Y/n , Do you want me to talk to him?" Gustav asked his voice worried as he started to comfort you with his hand rubbing your back.

"It's fine Gustav , Ill ask him myself" You said as you stormed out to the room where Bill is.

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You went to his room , where he went too, a sign on the door which said 'Don't enter' written on it but you pay no attention your frustration getting the best of you as you opened the door.

Once you went inside , you saw Bill taking off his black shirt revealing his star tattoo, his dark make up smudged slightly his hair messily done .

The sound of the door made Bill turn to the direction of the noise , his eyes made contact with yours .

"Can't you read ? The sign says 'Don't enter for a reason" he said annoyed , his behavior not like him at all, as he fully took off his shirt his eyebrows frowning more .

"Why the hell are you ignoring me?" You said angrily to him , your mouth frowning.

"Why do you care" he countered your words with his as he moved closer to where you're standing.

"I care because I'm assigned to take care of you , why even ask ." You confessed , your eyes glaring at him harshly , you wanted to punch him because he was acting like an asshole.

"Is that all what you really think of me? Just someone you're working for? Someone you're assigned to take care of?" he said his voice holding emotions , he was normally very happy and positive what changed? You thought.

"You're acting really childish right now , You aren't even explaining why you're ignoring me in the first place" You yelled at his face .

He kept his lips tightly shut , his Dark hypnotic raven eyes made contact with yours , as he inched his body closer to yours , which made you walk back while still looking at him .

While still trying to walk back away from him you accidentally hit the wall which made you unable to leave.

"What are you doing to me" he said while staring deeply into your eyes , his hands making it's way onto your waist as he grabbed your hips with his hand and the other one leaning against the wall.

"I don't know what you mean Bill" You said not knowing what's happening , your eyes never leaving his dark raven eyes, you knew that this is bad you want to pull away but a part of you wants to see what will he do.

"You're right this isn't like me , This is because of you!" he accused while still getting closer to you , almost as if he was going to kiss you .

"Seriously Bill what's gotten into you-" before you could finish what you were saying he suddenly places his lips onto yours his other hand made it's way onto your head preventing you from pulling away from his kiss , his other hand on you hip made it even harder to leave his grasp .

A few seconds pass but it felt like hours his lips started to harshly move ,you started to warm up to his kiss no longer feeling tense, you tried to follow and sync with his lips as he suddenly lets out a soft groan, his hand gripping your hair tightly while pulling your body closer to his.

It felt like hours before he pulled his lips catching his breath .

"I'm sorry i didn't know what came to me" he admitted his voice still shaky as he let's go of you , a soft pink hue staining his pale face.

His eyes still looking at yours, silence swallowed the two of you .

"It-it's fine" you said slightly stuttering still shocked about what just happened .

A few seconds of awkward silence passed again your eyes leaving his while thinking of an appropriate thing to say before he said .

"I like you." he suddenly blurted out his eyes staring hard to you .

"Wait what" you said now looking at him again , your eyes lifted up in shock , your mouth slightly agape , with no words coming out.

"I don't know what you're doing to me , I'm normally really confident but why- why is it when you're around i feel embarrassed? I don't know what to feel " he confessed his voice steadying his breathing as he looked down .

"Is that why you're ignoring me?" You asked him , while slightly tilting your head to the side.

"Look I'm sorry for ignoring you , i didn't know what else i could have done" he said his voice slightly raspy .

"I don't know who to ask for advice about this stuff if i asked Tom he'll probably laugh at me" Bill said as he laughed after he said it .

You laughed with him as his arms still holding you close .

But then the door suddenly opened revealing Tom , Georg and Gustav .

"Wow you were just mad at him a few minutes ago now you're making out with him?" Georg said while looking at the both of you .

Tom suddenly laughed which made you even more embarrassed at the situation .

"Come on let's give those two privacy" Tom said while smirking at the both of you.

The three boys left but laughter from outside the door can still be heard.

Awkward silence swallowed you both , you twos position still the same , you looked at Bill's face to only see him red like cherry .

You not liking the silence spoke up,"Don't worry Bill I'm not mad at you for ignoring me , i forgive you" You said as you suddenly kissed his lips softly which made his eyesbrows lift in shock.

You continued kissing him , the kiss wasn't harsh but it was soft , passionate even.

You two continued the kiss as you suddenly pulled away with a small smile on your face.

After the kiss he looked into your eyes his lips lifted up as he pulled you into a hug .

"Thank you for forgiving me , When i told you i like you i really do , Even if you don't answer now it's fine ill wait for your response" he said as he burried his face in the crook of your neck with no intention of letting you go any time soon.

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What's your response bbgs jk also sorry if it isnt like him i just want to make a cute confession one shot of bill😭

Ill make a part two or not 😱

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #fanfic #fluffy #slightly spicy #confession #x reader

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somewhere outside my life, babe

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC x Sebastian Sallow

Rating: M

Word Count: 3K

Summary: five times ominis gaunt was lovesick for the both of you (and the one time he finally figured it out)

Regardless, in many ways, Sebastian was his first “love,” if a young man such as himself could freely admit to such a thing. Perhaps that’s why he ultimately sighs and tells Sebastian that if it really means that much to him, of course he can take you to the ball. Sebastian nearly crushes him in the vice grip of his appreciative hug.

1: the yule ball

Late one night in the Slytherin common room, Sebastian eagerly fidgets with the single gold Galleon that rests in the palm of his hand.

“Shall we let fate decide?” he offers. “I’ll flip a Galleon, and if it lands on the dragon, I’ll ask her. If it lands on the wizard, you’ll ask her.”

Ominis folds his arms skeptically, sitting back in his armchair. “How do I know you won’t cheat and say it’s the dragon no matter what?”

“Fine, I’ll let you feel it when I catch it,” Sebastian says impatiently. “Go on, then, how else do you suggest we decide?”

The Yule Ball is less than a month away, yet nearly all the witches in your year have already excitedly ordered their gowns from the bespoke clothing shops in Diagon Alley – some even as far away as Paris. You’ve been quietly planning to visit Mister Hill in Hogsmeade to see about a dress for yourself, if only your thickheaded friends would sort out who precisely will be your date for the evening.

Both had eagerly volunteered, of course; you’d asked them to decide amongst themselves, so as to not get in the way of their friendship. A week later, Sebastian and Ominis are no closer to a decision.

Reluctantly, Ominis quietly agrees to the coinflip and listens to the gentle click of Sebastian’s thumbnail against the Galleon as he arcs it into the air. Rather than catching it neatly in his hand, Sebastian misses as the coin veers off course and tumbles to the floor, bouncing away to the corner of the room and under a bookshelf.

Sebastian curses under his breath. “Right, well… I swear, I’m usually more coordinated than that.”

“There’s no need to lie to me, Sebastian,” Ominis jokes. “I’ve known you for many years.”

The two sit in awkward silence for several long moments. While Sebastian mindlessly fidgets with his robes, Ominis finds himself revisiting the night his best friend in the world had confessed his feelings for you, the very girl for whom he himself has become thoroughly, pathetically lovesick.

“She’s just… brilliant, isn’t she?” he’d half-whispered from his bed late one night. “She’s endlessly clever, and strong, and so, so beautiful. Ominis, I really wish you could see her sometimes – she’s breathtaking.”

Ominis had thought to himself that he hardly needed to see you in order for his breath to be taken away.

Sebastian nearly crushes him in the vice grip of his appreciative hug.

Even though Ominis eventually joins you both at the ball as a reluctant third wheel – and dances with plenty of lovely girls who find him quite dashing in his tailored dress robes, mind you – he wishes he’d had the chance to take you properly himself. It’s not the first time he’d sabotaged his own happiness, nor will it be the last, but it’s probably the instance he regrets the most.

2: the first date

Shortly after the ball, Sebastian excitedly tells Ominis he’s asked you on a date.

“A real one this time, a proper one,” he insists. “ I think we’ll just pop down to Hogsmeade for some Butterbeer, which isn’t that exciting, but at least it’s a real date.”

Ominis says nothing as he presses his fingers more firmly into the pages of the book he’s reading.

“Er, Ominis?” Sebastian asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Would you like to join us?”

His hand halts abruptly. “What?”

“I was wondering – we both were, actually – if you’d like to come to the pub,” Sebastian offers once more. “It won’t be the same without you.”

Then I suppose you should have thought of that before asking her on a date, Ominis thinks bitterly. The audacity of Sebastian to suggest he’ll be missed while he woos you is nearly enough to provoke his temper; instead, he takes a long, deep breath before answering.

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” he says, purposefully leaning into the propriety of his posh tongue. “As a gentleman, I’ll respectfully pass.”

Sebastian opens his mouth as if to try to talk Ominis into reconsidering, but he remains silent, and Ominis remains ignorant of his heartsick expression.

You make a second attempt to convince him to join you when you come downstairs.

“Won’t you please come?” you ask softly as you tuck your hair into your scarf. “I know this is… different, but our friendship is what’s most important in all this, and–”

“Our friendship will be perfectly fine,” Ominis says curtly. “As it happens I have plans to study with Violet and Nerida this evening, but I hope the two of you have a lovely time.”

He closes his book a bit harder than is strictly necessary and storms off, leaving Sebastian to gently reach for your hand and murmur, “He’ll come around eventually, you’ll see.”

You aren’t as sure.

By the end of the school year, you and Sebastian have begun quite a serious courtship. Despite his very best attempts to retreat into his schoolwork, the two of you coax Ominis into warming to your relationship just enough to restore your friendship.

Months go by just like that, and eventually, the fiery jealousy that settles in Ominis’ stomach whenever he hears the two of you snogging settles into a dull ache that he can mostly ignore.

3: the engagement

Even in the soft, low light of the Leaky Cauldron, the emerald on your ring finger sparkles brilliantly. The singular flickering candle that rests on the table before you can’t possibly be enough to make it gleam like that, but nevertheless it shines.

Though Ominis can’t see for himself your new glimmering accessory, you’d gleefully taken his hand in yours as soon as he’d arrived and traced his fingertips over the petite stone. He’d nearly forgotten to breathe as you’d told him how Sebastian had proposed marriage on the shoreline near Feldcroft over a lovely picnic lunch.

He needn’t be surprised, he thinks. It’s been three years since the three of you finished school at Hogwarts and took up an apartment in London near the Ministry, and while Ominis can’t specifically recall the two of you discussing marriage, he admits that it felt sickeningly inevitable after a while. When Sebastian had announced that the two of you were taking a brief weekend trip back to Scotland to visit Anne, he should have suspected something like this could happen.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” he manages to force out.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” you sigh dreamily. “Oh, Ominis, I can hardly believe it!”

Sebastian smiles proudly and rests his arm across your shoulders. With his other hand, he gently lifts your hand to his lips so he can press a soft kiss against the cool, green gem with which he’d asked for your hand.

“It’s not nearly as big as you deserve,” he begrudges. “But it’s the best I could on a Ministry salary.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfect,” you insist, unable to resist smiling to yourself as you tilt your hand this way and that, watching how it catches the light and even seems to glow from within.

Ominis’ stomach twists enviously as he allows himself a moment to fantasize about the ring he could have given you. An offensively huge diamond to start, and then perhaps several emeralds surrounding it in an ostentatious cluster, as if to prove that his monstrous family’s monstrous wealth could be used to bejewel something – someone – so stunning.

(Maybe you’d like a moonstone ring, he wonders, if you were his; you’d once said that his eyes remind you of moonstones, and he’s never forgotten.)

“Perhaps someday we’ll upgrade it,” Sebastian says, glancing sidelong at Ominis. “Or add a second one alongside it.”

“I suppose you’ll have to,” Ominis mumbles, pausing to take a long drink of his elderflower wine while the two of you exchange a hopeful glance.

Finally, he concludes, “At the wedding, hmm? The second band?”

“Right,” you sigh, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes fondly at Sebastian. “At the wedding.”

4: the honeymoon

For a full week, Ominis lays awake at night trying desperately to fall asleep to no avail.

He’s lived with the two of you as a couple for four years now, and it’s hardly the first time he’s heard you being intimate with each other. He’s found ways to cope after all this time – most of which involve leaving the apartment and going down to the pub around the corner until he’s sure you’re finished.

(Sometimes, usually when he’s already been to the pub that evening, he copes by pretending he’s not listening even though he leaves his bedroom door open just a crack. Only under Veritaserum would he admit that on those nights, when filthy noises drift down the hallway between your rooms, he touches himself and imagines joining you both.)

But here on this warm, secluded island off the coast of Spain, there’s no pub to which Ominis can simply disappear and scowl into his drink for an hour or two. He’s held hostage by the utterly maddening sounds of Sebastian eagerly pleasuring you in the next room over, and he wonders for the umpteenth time why he ever agreed to join you on this cursed trip.

“Come with us, won’t you?” you’d begged every day for a full week. “Ominis, you haven’t had a vacation in years! You must come, please.”

There had been promises of endless bottles of Spanish wine, afternoons spent lounging on the beach, and lovely walks through the foothills near the friendly Muggle towns. What had not been discussed was the nighttime routine, which always began with the two of you making a tipsy, not-so-subtle escape to your bedroom suite.

Now that he’s here, Ominis thinks, he can hardly ask the two of you not to be intimate with each other – it is your honeymoon trip, after all. But every night? For what seems like ages?

Surely this trip is going to be the death of him.

…If he didn’t know any better, he might think you’re trying to tempt him on purpose. To what end he couldn’t possibly imagine, but it seems as if you and Sebastian are almost trying to make sure that you’re overheard.

“Sebastian!” you wail through the walls. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Ominis can only imagine how he’s undoing you. He’s uncharacteristically quiet; perhaps he has his mouth on you, taking you apart with his tongue while you cling to his messy, sun-lightened hair between your thighs.

Usually, when he’s not using his mouth on you, Sebastian’s just as loud. His low, desperate groans stir up heat in the pit of Ominis’ stomach, and the filth he talks… Ominis isn’t sure where he learned that kind of language, but he’s helpless to stop it echoing inside his head as he shamefully listens in.

Moments later, while Ominis tosses and turns fitfully as he resists the urge to shove his hand inside his pajamas, he hears Sebastian call out:

“That’s it, my love, be as loud as you can for me, you’re such a brilliant little temptress.”

Ominis groans in frustration and throws a stray pillow to the floor; he’s now positive that you’re doing this on purpose.

Your wanton moans carry on and on until Ominis, desperate from exhaustion and heartache and frustration, buries his face in his pillow and shoves his hand beneath his bedcovers, hoping the two of you will never find out about this.

5: the first home

Ominis’ wedding gift to the two of you had been a charming seaside cottage in the Highlands, It’s close enough to Feldcroft to allow for Anne to visit yet tucked away in peaceful seclusion, which ought to be well suited for a pair of broody newlyweds…

Or so he’d thought.

“You’ll come live with us, of course,” Sebastian says easily when Ominis asks him why he’s begun to pack up the entirety of your shared London flat.

“But I work in the city,” Ominis points out dumbly, as if that’s the biggest problem with his dear friend’s assumption.

“So do we,” you say with a cheerful laugh. “There’s a Floo fireplace, remember? You’re the one who showed it to us!”

“B-but… But it’s your home,” Ominis stammers. “I – I intended it as a gift, for your family… as it grows.”

“You are our family, Ominis,” Sebastian says nonchalantly as he charms a pile of Ominis’ Braille books into a moving crate, so casually as if he hasn’t just wrought havoc on his humble heart.

“Besides, no one’s family is growing just yet,” you add teasingly. “There will be plenty of time for all that once we’ve sorted out the house and… well, once we’ve sorted everything out.”

Ominis reddens while unbeknownst to him, you and Sebastian share a significant look.

“W-well, how am I supposed to meet anyone if I move out to the seaside?” Ominis demands. “I’ll have you know I don’t intend on remaining a bachelor forever, despite how much it might please you both.”

You and Sebastian both fall silent. Immediately Ominis regrets his words, regardless of how true they are. He’s dated occasionally, even met a lovely witch who works at Gringotts that he’d considered courting, but every time he introduced a “new friend” to his dearest roommates, none of the lot ever seemed to pass muster.

“I… I shouldn’t have said that,” Ominis murmurs. “I apologize.”

“No, you’re right,” Sebastian says quietly. “We should be the ones apologizing.”

“Ominis,” you whisper, and in a heartbeat Ominis knows he’d follow the two of you wherever you went, even at the expense of his own love life.

“Honestly, we’re truly sorry,” you tell him, taking his hands in yours. “Our selfishness has gone on for so long, and – and there’s so much more I want to say, but–”

“All’s forgiven, darling,” Ominis says faux-cheerfully, cracking a rare smile. “After all, you said it best – there will be plenty of time for all that once we’ve sorted out the house, hmm? Shall we pack my clothes?”

You press a lingering kiss to his cheek and thank him. Ominis feels not unlike a slowly sinking ship, as though the water around him is as intoxicatingly warm as a murlap bath.

+1. the confession

Ominis is perfectly made for seaside living, much to his surprise.

Each morning, he joins the two of you for breakfast in your cozy cottage kitchen. The three of you then join hands as you travel by Floo into the city, where upon arriving Ominis will insist on being brushed clean of any stray Floo powder before joining the throng of Londoners pushing through the city.

Each evening, you dine together and luxuriate in each others’ company by the fireplace, reading books and pressing herbs and making grand plans for your next great adventure, always just the three of you.

Weekends bring brisk morning walks by the beach and afternoon picnics, trips to Anne’s cottage and shopping in Diagon Alley. It’s a lovely little life – companionable, and good, and it doesn’t even matter to Ominis that he’s not in love.

At least not in the traditional sense.

In truth, Ominis has been deeply in love for a very long time: once since he was fourteen years old, with his first real friend, again when he was sixteen, with his second. He thinks his damned heart will probably always belong to them, though he couldn’t ask for a better pair to care for it.

So, perhaps he’s in love, but not loved.

…Except that indeed he is, and when he realizes it, it’s as if he’s finally sunk deep down into that warm water that’s been lulling him in like a siren’s song for nearly half a decade.

He sees love in how you tenderly stroke his hair when he rests his head in your lap after a long day at work. He sees love in how Sebastian loops his arm through his own when he joins Ominis for a walk along the beach, peacefully narrating the journey with a smile so wide Ominis can hear it in his voice.He sees love in how the both of you spin him around each morning and brush your hands over his cloak to rid him of that infernal powder.

He’s loved; he’s so loved.

No milestone marks the day Ominis’ world widens. No first date, no grand ball, no ornate moonstone ring (though you did eventually get one, and it barely puts a dent in the Gaunt family fortune).

Instead, two simply becomes three.

One evening, Ominis presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and then to Sebastian’s. There’d been no conversation; there’d been no need. Sebastian holds him in his arms while you pour every drop of love you’d held aside for him against his mouth; your husband works bruises Ominis will never see into his pale neck that seem to spell out ours, ours, finally ours.

“Always only yours,” Ominis gasps. “Yours, and yours.”

He joins your bed that night, leaving behind a trail of clothes dotted with whispered confessions of just how many times he’s imagined being taken apart by you both. He’s learned, pleasured, devoured in ways he’s never allowed himself to indulge in, even in his fantasies. Sebastian’s touch, your lips, his lewd words, your taste…

Afterward, tears shed for so many years wasted threaten to stain the bedsheets, but Sebastian wordlessly wipes them from Ominis’ cheeks.

“You understand now,” you whisper against the hollow of his throat. “We love you, Ominis.”

“I do,” he finally breathes. “I understand.”

“So brilliant and so oblivious,” Sebastian chuckles softly. “That’s our Ominis.”

Their Ominis. What a lovely little life indeed.

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