╱ CORRUPTED.

[heirofhermes]

The smile taking over Sebas' lips was genuine. He was happy to have a friend to rely on, and to offer his support to as well. Those were hard to come by nowadays. He knew Cyrus' experience would be invaluable, not only for the case, but for his life as a whole. As such, he would honor this friendship greatly.

He was about to add something else when the roaring thunder stopped him halfway through. The rain was starting to fall and, while they both could certainly make an energy dome to stop the water from falling, he agreed that it was just best to take shelter in the truck. Easier too.

Sebas followed, getting into the passenger's seat and following his friend's example. He took off his suit jacket, but he instead folded it neatly and placed it on his own lap so they could carry their conversation. Not before he offered Cyrus some refill of coffee. There was still plenty in the thermos, after all.

He tried and failed not to stare at the other's arms for a moment. Damn, was Cyrus a beautiful man.

"Yeah, I would deeply appreciate that," Sebas nodded at Cyrus' final suggestion. "Although I don't think I can just hand the case over to you. It's my duty as Quaesitor to investigate these kind of occurences. Perhaps we can work together?"

He offered a smile, gentle and polite as usual, letting his eyes drift to the rain heavily falling outside. It's not like he was in any rush to leave, and it really wasn't like him to just shake off his own responsibilities.

"Plus, it's a good opportunity to hang out for a bit," he added, looking back and gently patting Cyrus' arm. "I'd hate to be the kind of friend who just brings trouble and not nice things."

[coivi-a]

"You're lucky you're cute," he replied with a beaming smile. Soon enough, he fell into silence while he looked over the report and the files that his friend had scrounged up. Everything sank in like pieces of a puzzle, all thanks to his photographic memory. After having thoroughly looked over all of the information, he closed the file and set it up on the dashboard, freeing his hands to clutch at his hot beverage and bring it up to his lips, to then take a sip. "I'll contact some people, see if they've heard any rumblings of whatever's going on. If you'd like to work together, I'm always happy to offer you a room at my place. It'd be easier if we pooled our resources together."

There was always something happening in his life; he enjoyed being useful, and keeping himself busy allowed him to forget some of the worries in life. Namely... relationships and sex. Although the latter wasn't something he pondered too much about, since he had a decent amount of access to sexual partners, flings and romances. Though, it had been a couple of weeks since he was in bed with anyone.

His cup of coffee is set down into the middle console. Cyrus looks through the windshield, noting how harsh and dense the rain had become. It didn't seem like it would ease up, but in the moment, he was glad he had parked his vehicle on tarmac. While doing so, he gathers a towel from his duffle bag and begins to dry off his head. Thankfully, his buzz-cut styled hair didn't hold onto much rainwater, so it was easy to dry off. His clothes however? Remained soaked. If he were alone, he would have removed them all and sat in his underwear until the downpour ceased.

[coivi-a]

Suffice to say, today has been the worst birthday of my life so far. Ouch.

I will begin working on commission things for a new blog after this weekend. I just don't have the energy or the will right now. Apologies to those waiting for replies and such.

[switchblades-and-apparitions]

i need to fuck that 40 year old man

[jahboni]

[jahboni]

[myinnerstorms]

Dante didn't know what to expect tonight. He had allowed his emotions to carry him all the way back to Cyrus after months of him trying to forget the man he started to fall in love with. Many people he's attempted to go on dates with or the emotionless one night stands still couldn't get Cyrus out of his mind or his heart. That was probably the most difficult thing he's ever had to endure and he's battled a distant cousin of Poseidon years ago to stop him from poaching sirens for their haunting voices to use for his own gain. That might be a little dramatic, but a Warlock was more unforgettable than a god who could have ruled the world if he accomplished what he wanted.

Spells were in the air and Dante let them be; they were precautions Cyrus had in place because of his work and they would cause havoc if anyone stepped foot in it's radius if they had any intention to harm. The first time he felt them, he was spooked because it had felt invasive, like tendrils curling around his aura. At least he knew that Cyrus was still here just by feeling the spells when he entered the property. Tonight, instead of invasive, the feeling was comforting to say the least, like a warm hug that he didn't realize he needed.

Time stood still as Dante stared up at Cyrus with his chesnut eyes wide like a doe caught in the headlights. Memories came flooding back of the days they had spent together, especially the last night they were together before he got spooked and disappeared from Cyrus' life for the next few months. He remembered the kisses, how soft and gentle they were at first but they grew more desperate as they made out. He remembered the taste of Cyrus on his tongue when he let him in and the way his heart beat like thunder in the distance. He remembered the hands running up his back to pull him closer to savor the kiss and he remembered how it felt to be in his embrace... Cyrus felt like home. That was what Dante craved the most... but what he also feared the most.

Dante had expected a slap, or even the door to close leaving him in the rain, which he probably deserved after what he did. All of that was probably the worst case scenerio because Dante didn't think Cyrus could ever forgive him. The world around them seemed to slow as Dante and Cyrus locked eyes with each other. The rain felt like it got harder, the droplets sliding down his face and catching in his eyelashes making his vision a little blurry, but he could still see the Warlock clear as day. Dante thought about speaking again, but Cyrus was already inviting him inside. It took him a moment to process exactly what was happening.

Dante stepped inside past the threshold and was instantly greeted by the warmth and lingering scent of dinner. It had to be a steak and hearty potatoes judging by the meaty aroma that Dante smelled the further he stepped inside. The place seemed empty aside from Cyrus which was odd, but Dante was secretly grateful to possibly have his attention all to himself. No words were spoken as Dante made his way up to the room that once was his and much to his surprise, it was exactly how he left it. Is.... that my sock? The familiar garment lay in the middle of the floor, alone while everything looked pristine and exactly how he had left it. Even the sheets were still in disarray from when he hurried to pack. Shit. Dante's guilt made his stomach knot up because it meant that Cyrus hadn't let anyone touch the room he had left. It was decorated in the same forest green with splashes of a lighter shade to balance it out-- green was his favorite color, it's cool tones always relaxed Dante and he felt very relaxed during his stay... safer than he's ever felt in his time. He had a few things he left behind on the dresser; most importantly a lighter with engravings of an ancient spell that his mentor gave him that really had no purpose, other than Dante thought it was cool. Even the sunglasses he had to hide a bruise was on the night stand and all of it was clean... no dust had settled.

A chill ran through Dante's body which he knew he needed to shower to warm up. Then maybe... just maybe he could talk to Cyrus. Dante went to the adjoining bathroom that he used while in Cyrus' safe haven. Sure enough, the shampoo and soaps were all in the same exact shelf. Even a comb he left on the sink. The guilt drove deeper, but he was glad he had finally traveled all this way to explain himself. There was a bit of hope things could be smoothed over.

Dante started the shower and watched the water finally begin to steam. He removed the sopping, wet clothes and tossed them in the basket he had and stepped under the heated stream. A sigh escaped him as the heat started to erase the chill from the storm. He easily could have shielded himself from the rain but his mind was elsewhere, the water wasn't as important as Cyrus is. He grabbed the soap to begin to lather his tanned body up. His hands were gentle as the soap began to foam over his shoulders, squeezing gently to soothe the tense muscles, working their way over his chest, the suds sliding down his body, dripping off his heavy cock before it swirled down the drain.

The electricity in the air shifted, a body was nearby and there was only one person it could be. Cyrus. Dante had left the doors open on purpose just in case. It would be more inviting this way because he didn't want Cyrus to think he wanted to shut himself away from him after traveling all these miles. Dante's heart sped up but he didn't turn to see if he really was there, slightly ashamed of himself and afraid to face him as he spoke. "I was afraid," he said finally as his hands continued to lather up his body. "I felt something I haven't felt in a long time and it scared me to feel it." The truth felt both good and bad as he spoke. The weight off his shoulders was lifting, but it left the possibility of being rejected.

"I wanted more of you, I wanted your touch and your kisses and to feel safe with someone again. I left because I couldn't face my past and-- and..." Dante sighed, stepping under the warm water to allow it to flow over his face and body. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I craved you in every way possible."

The confession hung in the air and the only sounds were the shower and rumble of the rain hitting the windows as it continued to storm outside. Dante said what he needed to and in the end, it was Cyrus who decided if he forgave him or shut him out.

[coivi-a]

Cyrus couldn't find any words to speak; there was a lump in his throat, he didn't think he could make a sound, even if he tried. But it was clear that the warlock was feeling something, despite how serious his facial expressions remained. The shine in his eyes gave it all away; he was feeling a wide range of emotions, from rage to sadness, relief, disgust and overwhelming joy. If a conversation was to be forced, Cyrus would have reacted rather negatively, so he needed a few minutes to compose himself. All he could now to not break down was simply close the door after Dante had crossed the threshold, and watch as he followed his order without question. He kept an eye on the wet-drenched figure walk away, up along the stairs and out of sight. His attention comes down to the hardwood flooring, watching as the wet footprints and drops of rainwater seemed to dissipate, as if the floor was absorbing it like a sponge. A small, fleeting reminder of how sudden and quick Dante had left him, without a word or a note. Cyrus even began to wonder if Dante had died in some tragic accident, and now, as he wandered to lock up any doors and windows, began to recollect the weeks he had spent, contacting the spirit realm, visiting every location he had ever visited with him, to come up with diddly-squat. It took him about three months or so to realise that Dante had willingly left him to his own vices.

Some time had passed, the beat of his heart had come back down to its regular rhythm, he no longer felt tension building up in his gut or on his shoulders. He wasn't yet at peace with his current guest, but only time would tell; at this point, he was doing anything to keep himself busy. Washing the dishes, plating up the leftovers, knowing Dante would probably want something to eat after his shower. Cyrus made it his personal mission that his guests be fed and washed-up, with a comfortable bed waiting for them to rest on.

He couldn't bare it much longer; they needed to talk. He knew exactly where his former lovers room was and leaned against the doorframe, pro-actively looking into the room, noticing how it remained just as Dante had left it. This was the first time he had been in here since that one single night, where they confessed their interest in one another, and spent hours kissing on that bed, with the covers still dishevelled and messy, still lingering with the scent of their body-wash and deodorants. When he heard the shower being turned on, large feet padded softly across the floor to peak into the door of the en-suite. It remained ajar, Cyrus thought it was probably done on purpose. He watched as Dante removed the wet clothes and threw them into a hamper to be washed at a later date. This was the first and only time he had witnessed the man in all his glory. Beautifully sculpted still; a body crafted by Aphrodite herself, with rounded buttocks, thighs thighs and carved hips, tight abs and broad-chested. Without even realising it, Cyrus' tongue was swiping across his lips, wettening them, out of hunger and thirst. The desire to touch, to squeeze, to hold what he thought was rightfully his.

When Dante enters, the glass begins to fog up, blurring his vision of his naked body and rendering the warlock's line of sight to turn to the back of his head. It was then that he kept a keen ear to what Dante had to say. Initially, Cyrus kept to himself, with his arms crossed over his rounded pectorals, brows digging together in confusion. There was a long, drawn-out silence. Minutes passed, all he could do was watch the man beneath that hot spray of water. Until ultimately, he decided to break that silence and tear this tension away. He wanted more; no, he needed more.

Crossing towards the large communal-type shower, he stands at the door and begins to remove his clothes. He starts with his shirt, it's mindlessly thrown aside. His gaze is fixated upon the man, fearing that if he looked away, he would disappear. Next come his jogging bottoms and lastly, his underwear. The gargantuan piece of fat, soft meat springing free and batting between trunk like thighs. Cyrus ignored it. This was not yet the time. The door is pulled open, a wave of steam rolls across the floor, he steps in and closes it silently behind him. Cyrus is so close to him now, the pace of his heart quickened. As physically interested as he was, it was nothing but a small factor for how he truly felt about Dante, it was not purely for how he looked, or his kind and caring nature: it was for how tenderly sweet and loving he became when those eyes were on him, or those hands, or that mouth. He closed in, both large hands coming out to rest at his hips. Dante is somewhat smaller to him in height, so Cyrus was forced to dip his head down quite dramatically in order to secure a sweet kiss to his shoulder. And once he had, hands glide outwards to his stomach, offering him with a gentle caress to that toned belly, reaching as far down as his navel and pubic area, but never touching the heavy mast Dante wielded, and as far up as those firm breasts. Cyrus had never touched him like this before, and it made him let out a soft sigh of unfiltered praise for the demigod. "You left me because you wanted me so badly?" The phrase alone made him clutch a little tighter at his chest. "I so badly wanted to be with you... that one single night we had, where we professed our love for each other and kissed until our lips turned purple... I really thought we were gonna be happy together." His forehead leans into the back of Dante's head, his arms curl a little tighter, encouraging their bodies to finally press against one another. Cyrus' toned abdomen fits beautifully into the arched back of the man, which is slender and bulky, a perfect fit for him. That colossal dangling sex, which remained flaccid for now, pressed into Dante's back, the sheer thickness of it forcing the fattened smooth globes to spread to accommodate him as he held his beloved in his comforting and secure embrace. This kind of physical touch is all he's ever yearned for. "I still want you, baby... do you want me now?"

[heirofhermes]

The embrace offered by Cyrus was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. As someone with latino heritage, Sebas was rather affectionate himself. He had simply gotten used to the colder demeanor of people in north america. Alas, he wrapped his arms around Cyrus' strong frame and offered a warm hug back before their conversation started.

He poured Cyrus a cup of coffee from the thermos he had been carrying, knowing it was perfect for the cloudy weather of the day. He even made sure to pour himself one too as they enjoyed the privacy of the open fields with nothing or no one around.

"I'm really flattered that you think of me as a friend. Please, if there's anything I can ever do for you in return, don't hesitate to call on me. I'll honor our friendship by helping you for a change," he offered as warmly as always, tugging at his suit's tie to loosen it up a little bit.

"Truth be told, I am a bit troubled. I'm working a case that involves a few werelions... Well, the Order thinks they are werelions, but their behavior is so... odd. I would like to ask for your expertise in identifying what they are, because my running theory is that they are experiments of a crazed warlock somewhere... Naturally, the Order will pay for your consulting services."

[coivi-a]

"I'll drink to that," he replied with a happy chortle. Cyrus sipped at the hot beverage, finding its smooth taste, with subtle notes of chocolate and nuts, to be quite delicious. "You always do have the best coffee whenever we met up." He complimented him with a soft smile, before the conversation got underway. Cyrus stood fairly close, no more or less than a metre away from the man. A hand was tucked into the pocket of his jacket, while the other held the hot beverage in the tin cup.

Cyrus listened in, rather intently, in silence, working through the thoughts that began to build up in his mind. There were a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he decided in the moment, it was best if he carried his own investigation. He already knew more than a regular person about shifters, since they bred prolifically and were constantly on his front door, seeking sanctuary and medical aid. Werelions, werewolves, werepanthers, skinwalkers—Cyrus maintained a healthy relationship with many different clans of them. Wherever he went, he tried to make allies, because sooner or later, he was bound to need a favour or two from somebody; it was always good to have friends and acquaintances in all walks of life.

"Well, there'll be no need for payment, I'm doing fine on my own." As a man that owned hundreds upon hundreds of properties all over the world, Cyrus was well-equipped with money constantly filling his bank account every month. Notably, most of those homes were housing supernatural folk with low-income jobs that were working their way up in life, keeping their nose out of trouble and trying to lead a good life. "But as for the case you're mentioning, I'm more than happy to take over it and look into it myself. I can make a couple of calls and —" In that moment, his nose caught the smell of rain in the air. Shortly within a few seconds, he felt a few drops on his face, and thunder booming in the distance. "Come on, lets get under shelter... into my truck." And just as he had turned away to make his way back, a short distance away to his Ford Bronco, a torrential downpour came down heavily. Cyrus entered into the drivers seat and slammed the door shut and proceeded to remove his jacket, tossing it carelessly behind his seat to the floor.

"As I was saying," he cleared his throat, taking another sip of his steaming beverage. "I can make a couple of calls and see if anybody has heard of any rumblings. If it is indeed a warlock, or a sorcerer of some kind, there'll be rumours floating around."

[earachne]

@ all my mutuals

[coivi-a]

My contributions to Sinday are as follow:

Foreplay and aftercare is a must; it’s his favourite part of sex. Physical touch is his primary love language. Cyrus will happily take a few hours of his day, everyday, to eat you out. He’s always some degree of horny.

[feilcityqueen]

#you’re looking damn fine sir

[attcntiondefislut]

Dirty A-Z headcanon game

Send a letter for more information on my muse’s likes and dislikes! Inspired by kinks discussed around the internet. The (explanations) are mere guidelines, feel free to elaborate as much as you’d like!

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?) 

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?) 

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?) 

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?) 

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) 

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?) 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?) 

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?) 

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?) 

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?) 

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

[el-tipo-de-las-cuerdas]

[seeing-red-arrow]

Oliver Queen - 6×18

[heirofhermes]

Closed starter for @coivi

Becoming a successful Quaesitor of the Order of Hermes hadn't been an easy feat, but Sebastián had managed to achieve it. Granted, he wasn't so egotistical as to take all the credit for it; he knew he had been blessed in meeting the right people that made his career that much easier. As his mother would say, it's best to have friends than money. And boy, was she right.

That's precisely why he had made his way to Banff, to visit one of said contacts who had helped him in the past, and who he had helped in return. It was a necessary step to take when dealing with cases that involved magical creatures. It wasn't odd to hire a consultant during human legal processes, so why would it be for the supernatural ones?

So he showed up at the fields of Banff, the randevous for their meeting. Naturally, Sebas wasn't that much of an asshole to show up unannounced, so he made sure to give Cyrus a heads up and ask politely for a few moments of his time. He killed the engine of his bike, a wine colored Honda Rebel, and took off his helmet to wait.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite expert in supernatural creatures," Sebastián greeted kindly as he finally caught a glimpse of the other, leaving his bike a few steps behind in order to offer a handshake.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me in such short notice. I brought some premium colombian coffee as an apology of only showing up for business."

[coivi-a]

Ever since he was young, the warlock was extremely organised. It was something his mother instilled in him from early on, and to this day, he carried it with him. The most prized possession he currently owned was his mobile phone. His contact list was fully organised; full names, home address, email addresses, species and most importantly, threat level. When he wasn't using his mobile in public, he was using a laptop to answer emails, which came in hundreds every day, of old flames and friends asking him for aid or favours. Despite the workload, he felt at peace knowing that he was doing his utmost best to be a good friend, someone that could be relied upon.

Not far from his home, about a forty-minute drive away, he got alerted of a meeting that was due. So after a quick shower, brush of his teeth, combing his groomed beard and dressing in casual clothes (a white tee beneath a purple Henley, boxer-briefs, beige pants, thick woolen socks and combat boots), Cyrus departed from his home in his red Ford Bronco, a large two-litre flask of ice cold water, wallet in his back pocket, mobile mounted up, bluetooth synced to the car to begin blasting music by Cigarettes After Sex.

It was a nice, quiet drive to the destination; it was a grey-cast day, with some light wind, but this was the kind of weather Cyrus enjoyed the most. There was no other vehicle on these backroads. In all the years he had lived here, he had perhaps seen a dozen cars.

He waits in his car at the decided location to meet up with an old acquaintance. While doing so, he made himself busy by replying to even more text messages and answering back on a few missed calls when he was in the shower. By the time he had set eyes on a familiar face in the distance, the call ended and he was hopping out of his vehicle, slipping his belongings away into his pockets to officially greet the man with a handshake, pulling him in to a light embrace where he could tap him on the back with his free hand. "Not a problem, man," he replied earnestly, a beaming smile on his face. "I'm always here to help out a fellow friend, but I will happily take that coffee." Cyrus then reached out, took a few sips from the hot beverage and collected his thoughts with a soft, happy sigh. He preferred to get business out of the way first, before attempting any light conversation about each others lives. "So, what's up? You sounded a bit... troubled when you called me."

[coivi-a]

The fact nobody is using Cyrus’ face as their seat / throne is criminal.

[dominant-dominion]

The first slide in feels so good it makes me weak

[olivergifs]