#ale writes

[still-with-you]

It ain't a secret (You're Made for Us) - Finan x Reader x Sihtric

A/N: This wasn't supposed to be this long but I guess I got carried away... Anyways, I hope you enjoy this mess as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was inspired by this text post. Please, if you see any mistake, don't doubt on telling me!

Summary: Finan and Sihtric have feelings for you, but you can't choose between them.

Pairings: Finan x Reader; Sihtric x Reader; Finan x Reader x Sihtric.

Warnings: Plot? Never heard of it. SMUT. There's an intention of SA (but nothing happens, don't worry), brief mentions of blood, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, hair pulling, light choking, spanking, oral (m & f), threesome (mmf), light pain kink (I guess?).

Enjoy ✨ and let me know what you think ❤

It wasn't a secret.

It wasn't a secret that every time Sihtric came back from a mission, he brought you flowers. You couldn't not be happy to see him well after God knows what dangers he encountered. He always gave you his sweetest smile as his double-colored eyes sparkled. Your little hut was decorated with his little gifts, warming your heart every time you looked at them.

It wasn't a secret either that you were on Finan's sight. Osferth had to grab him so he can keep walking and stop staring and smirking at you. You always play dumb, but you know. You could see him. And you could feel how your heart stammered in your chest.

None of you three made an actual move. Until one day, when you were walking back to your hut, a drunk man grabbed you and pushed you to the nearest wall. With your face pressed against it, you were screaming for him to stop. Tears started to fall when he pulled your dress up and his unwanted hands touched your legs and above.

And that's when he appeared.

In a second you were free and Finan was on top of the man destroying his face with his fists. You could barely get out of your shock when he stood up, gave him a warning that if he ever touched you or any women again he would kill him, and before turning to you, he spat on him.

His wounded and calloused hands covered in blood cupped your face gently. His thumbs brushing away your tears.

'(y/n), look at me... Are you okay?', with worry present in his voice, he searched for your eyes.

'I am now, thank you so much Finan… If you hadn't appeared, I- I don't know what would have happened', you cried.

'I am here now, and nothing will happen to you, don't worry, (y/n)', he reassured you.

You gave him a small smile, and took his wrists on your hands. 'Your hands…', you said as you pulled them away from your face and saw the bloody and swollen knuckles, 'let me take care of them, it's the least I can do'.

It's nothing, he could have answered. He had worse. Much worse. But he accepted your offer. He couldn't say no to you. That's why now, he was sitting in your bed, in your hut, and you were on your knees cleaning and bandaging his hands.

'Ready', you smiled looking up at him, 'I think you'll live'.

'I'm glad to hear that', he said smiling at you, crinkles appearing near his eyes.

And your heart jumped in your chest. You froze there. You couldn't move nor said anything, like he has just put you under a spell. You were just staring at his face as he flashed you his sweetest smile. He caressed your cheek and put a strand of hair behind your ear. You could see how his eyes went from your eyes to your lips. You stayed still when he got closer to your face and felt his soft lips against yours.

The kiss was slow and sweet. It seemed like he was containing himself, as if you would say no to him and push him away. But you didn't. You responded the kiss. Your arms circled around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his hands going to your waist as you moved forward, causing you both to fall onto the bed.

You have seen him coming back from battles and missions covered in blood and dirt. Along with other girls, you have also seen him washing himself at the river. His muscular and full-of-scars body was a wonder to you. And now, you have seen him almost killing a man with his bare hands. But the way he was touching you was like you were made of crystal. Even though his kisses were hot and needy, and his touch desperate to feel more skin, you felt nothing but love and tenderness, your body burning, aching for him more and more each second that passed by.

He took your clothes off slowly. He was taking his time with you, giving attention to every part of your body, stealing breath-taking kisses from you every now and then. You wanted to take his clothes off pretty quickly you might say. He only chuckled and helped you do it.

He didn't even touched you were you needed the most, but you were already moaning desperately his name. The combination of lips, tongue, beard and hands were way too good.

As he was devouring your mouth, muffling the noises you were making, you felt his hand going down your body. His index finger teased your wet folds and you threw your head back, gasping loudly. He grinned at you. You gripped his forearm, hard.

'Feelin' a little bit eager, love?', he asked, enjoying seeing you like that. His finger kept teasing your folds.

'God, yes... Shit, Finan... Please, just-', you mumbled moving your hips, trying to get him inside of you.

You let out a loud moan feeling his finger slid in. He kissed your cheek and jaw, never looking away, trying to remember every single detail of you. He then slid another finger, pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace.

He kept kissing you, his mouth now on your neck and then lower to your chest. When you felt his mouth over one of your breasts, your back arched and when his tongue licked your nipple and then closed around it, you gripped your hand that was tangled in his hair, letting out a loud moan of his name.

When he went to your other breast to give it the same amount of attention, you felt his thumb pressing and circling your bundle of nerves. You jerked your hips, squirming under him.

'I've been… Waiting for this moment... For so long', he said between kisses on the skin between your breasts, his fingers teasing your walls.

'Finan', you whimpered. You needed him to stop all of this. You want him inside of you. Now.

'I can't wait to be buried deep inside of ya, love', he murmured in your ear after leaving a trail of kisses on your neck and jaw.

'I can't wait either', you said out of breath. He smirked and pulled his fingers out of you. You groaned but you knew that what was coming was definitely better.

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly, torturously slowly slid inside of you. He was... Big. And thick. You felt how the stretching burned, the sensation making you shut your eyes.

He saw your expression and stopped.

'No, please... Keep going', you begged, your hips moving towards him. He let out a chuckle and kept going. When he was completely inside of you, both of you moaned and he leaned over you to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands cupped his cheeks.

'You are so thight, love', he grunted over your lips.

He started to move, going in and out of you at a steady, slow and sensual pace, pining your hands above your head with his hands, intertwining fingers.

Between his grunts, kisses and sweet nothings he whispered in your ear, you were moaning his name over and over again, getting closer to your high. He noticed that and sped out his pace, never missing that spot inside you that makes cry out in pleasure.

It didn't take long for both of you to come together at the same time.

He snuggled his face in your neck. 'I just want to make sure... This isn't a dream, right?', he said panting, before resting his forehead on yours. 'No, I'm quite sure this is real', you chuckled softly, smiling and brushing your nose with his. 'Thank God' he sighed, smiling. He then gave you a kiss and pulled out of you, gaining a little groan from your part.

He got up of the bed. You were still trying to even out your breathing when he came back with a cloth and started cleaning you. You blushed suprised at his action as you looked at him.

'I think... I'll have to change the bandages on your hand', you said softly, noticing how they weren't so neat as before.

He smiled. 'Ya can do that in the mornin'. When he saw your astonished face he added, 'If ya want me to stay'.

'Yes... I- I want you to stay', you murmured, reaching for his hand that was on your thigh.

He squeezed it and then left the dirty cloth in the night stand. He got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his chest. As you snuggled and left small kisses on his neck, he covered both of you with the sheets. Your fingers lazily drew circles in his back, feeling some of the scars there. You placed feather-light kisses on the ones that were on his chest. You felt his hands playing with the ends of your hair as he gave you kisses on your head. You don't know when, but you fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

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A few days have passed by since that night. You haven't seen Finan since then. Uhtred gave him a mission and he went off, of course.

But you weren't exactly alone.

Sihtric have taken advantage of his absence. Sometimes, he would walk with you to wherever you are going, and talk about your day or about some of his spying missions. You haven't seen him today, though.

In the evening, you decided to go to the alehouse and you spotted him and Osferth in one of the tables. They saw you too, and they called you to join them. You decided to sit beside Sihtric.

As the night passed by, you noticed how his hand that was resting on your knee... Was now a little bit higher on your thigh... Then little bit more... Until it rested up on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. He gave it a little squeeze and you grabbed his wrist, turning your face to see him right in the eye. His intentions were written all over his face, sparkling eyes and a little smirk on his lips. With the alcohol in your system you got a little bit more confident, and you moved your body closer to him snuggling your face in his neck. His hand squeezed your thigh again.

Osferth cleared his throat. 'I think... Lord Uhtred is calling me', he said standing up. Both of you chuckled as you watched him leave the place. Then, your eyes locked. Your gazes confirmed that both of you were thinking the same.

Sihtric was different from Finan. He was... Rough. The kisses have started as something sweet, as you went to one of the rooms upstairs in the alehouse, but now your body was trapped between the wall as he gave you a bruising kiss, his hands were gripping your hips, yours were tangled in his hair. His thigh was between yours, giving some friction to your clothed core. You could barely breath.

When he finally let go of your lips they were already red and swollen. He smirked at you as one of his hand circled your waist and the other went to the back of your head, his hand grabbed a handful of your hair and tug it, leaving your neck exposed. He sucked and bit the skin on your pulse point until he was content with the mark he left there. You moaned his name and gripped his hair. He growled and gave a lick on the sensitive skin.

'I want you so bad', he murmured low in your ear, his hands going up and down your sides.

You shivered. 'I want you, too', you answered breathless.

You kissed again. Clothes were gone pretty fast. You were moaning, his hands exploring desperately each part of your body. You tangled up your fingers in his hair, gripping and giving little tugs from time to time, gaining some grunts and moans from his part.

When both of you were finally naked, he pushed you to bed, and you squealed surprised. With his strong hands, he grabbed you and turned you around. Now you were laid on your stomach. With all of his body flushed against your back, he was kissing, licking and biting the skin of your shoulders and back. You could feel his hard cock against the back of your thigh.

He separated from you, standing on the floor near the bed. His fingers held your hips bones with such force, you were sure you’ll have bruises in the morning. He yanked you closer to him and to the edge of the bed. Your ass was up, giving him a good view of you. He spanked your ass cheek and you moaned in pain. And in pleasure. He hit your other ass cheek, leaving a red mark. He massage and squeeze them. Then, you felt him tease your entrance and he was in. He wasn't as thick as Finan but he was longer, reaching deeper inside of you.

As he rammed into you, you started moaning his name and curses, grabbing the sheets so hard, your knuckles were white. You couldn't help but to think that this nice, sweet and quiet boy who brought you flowers every now and then could be like this. You like it, though. But it was… Surprising. You also were surprised at his body. Big, muscular arms and chest, ripped abs, toned thighs, he was definitely a sight.

'Shit (y/n), you feel so good', he grunted. You realized that some tears have fallen from your eyes and you were drooling on the sheets. You're voice was lost in the sound of skin against skin that was echoing in the room. Either way it wasn't a coherent sentence, each time his hips snapped against your ass it took you closer to the edge.

One of his arms circled around your shoulders, lifting you and bringing you closer to him, your back resting on his chest, your hands finding support on his forearm. His another arm went lower on your body, his hand reaching to your bundle of nerves. His brutal pace never stopped.

'I can feel you're close', Sihtric growled in your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek. 'Come for me, (y/n)'.

Soon after that, all of it became too much and you came, moaning his name and shaking uncontrollably in his arms. He kept going in and out of you, his fingers still circling your clit. After a few more thrusts he came inside of you.

You stayed in that position, catching your breath. His hand going up and down your sides, giving you kisses on your jaw and cheek. He pulled out of you, and helped you lay in bed, your head resting on the pillow. You felt how your legs were actually numb, your body protesting at every little move you wanted to make.

Sihtric laid next to you, letting out a satisfied huff as he relaxed, wrapping an arm around you. 'You were so good', he praised and you hummed beaming at his words. He reached for your chin to pull you in for a kiss. 'Are you alright, darling?', he asked softly looking at your eyes after he separated.

You nodded. 'I'm more than alright, dear', you answered smiling, getting closer to give him another kiss. Then you rested your head on his chest, and his hand rubbed random patterns in your back. In seconds you fell asleep in his embrace.

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Two days passed since that night with Sihtric. And Finan just came back from his mission. You heard that he was alright and you felt a feeling of relief washing over you.

That sensation didn't last long.

It was replaced for guilt. You are now feeling pressured to decide between them. But how? Both of them were extremely handsome, and remembering the nights you spend with them made you ache for more. You also couldn't help but to notice the duality of them. On the one hand, Finan was known for his temperament. He was one of the scariest man on battle. You still remember how he destroyed that man's face to protect you. But in bed? He tortured you in the most slowly and delicious way, taking his time and touching you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

On the other hand, Sihtric. A quiet man, who brought you flowers and made you company on the boring journey of your daily life, looking at you like you were the most important person in his life. And in bed, he was a beast. In a good way. In a really good way. You remembered that you could barely move the next day.

Will they get angry at you for bedding both of them? You were worried and couldn't make up your mind.

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That night, you went to the alehouse and saw them there.

Sihtric, Finan and Osferth.

You turned around ready to leave but the Irishman's eyes caught you. As always.

'(y/n), come here!', Finan yelled from their table. You froze in your spot. Slowly turning around, you saw him there, standing up, smiling, opening his arms as he expected you to run at him.

You smiled shyly and got closer to where they were. Sihtric said hello to you. His eyes looked at yours, traced your face with his gaze until he reached to your neck. It took you two seconds to realize that he was looking at the mark that was still visible. You felt your face get warm. You put your hair over your shoulders, trying to get it covered.

You forced yourself to stop looking at him and give Finan an answer. As you sat beside Osferth, as you said that you were happy to see him unharmed.

'My hands are also okay now, thanks to ya', he winked at you with a smug grin appearing on his lips. You felt your face on fire. Your eyes going between both men that sat in front of you. They also had their eyes glued to you. You felt like you were going to explode, heart racing in your chest. You didn't know what to do. Poor Osferth, he was trapped between the wall and you. He could feel the tension, same as you.

Luckily, a girl brought more jugs of ale. You grabbed one and chugged the content much too fast. You could feel that they were amused by your reaction, but they started talking like you weren't there.

You still felt nervous, fidgeting with the sleeves of your dress. Your eyes looking everywhere except them because if you do, you'll remember the nights you spent with them and how their hands and mouths felt on your skin, their voices and what they have told you, how it felt to fall sleep next to them...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a fight that broke out between two or more drunks, you weren't sure. The boys stood up quickly on their feet to end it up, and you took your chance to walk away from there.

It didn't take long for them to find you, though. They knew were you lived. Near your door, they called your name.

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The three of you were in your hut... And you could cut the tension with a knife. You were about to say something stupid as if they want water or something, when Finan talked.

'I know it', he said firmly, his arms crossed on his chest.

Your brain froze. 'You know...?', you asked hoping it wasn't what you were thinking.

'Ya slept with him', he said moving his head, pointing to where Sihtric was standing. The Dane was frowning, looking at you.

'I-', you tried to talk, even though you didn't know what to say.

'Yes, (y/n). Ya slept with him, while I wasn't here', Finan stated.

Your eyes opened like plates. They got angry at you. You should have known.

Shit.

You weren't sure what to say, your mouth was opening and closing.

'Now that ya had fun... Did ya make a decision?', he asked seriously.

The men looked at you expectantly, you looked back at them with wide eyes, taken aback from his question. You took a step back when Finan got closer to you. His hand reached for your cheek and you closed your eyes, only to open them a second later and find him even closer to your face. And he kissed you. You sighed in his mouth and responded the kiss, circling your arms around his neck. You've missed him.

Then you felt another pair of lips in your neck and another pair of hands on your waist. You made a surprised moan on Finan's mouth. You left one hand on his hair and with the other, reached for Sihtric’s nape.

'Did you make a decision?', Sihtric repeated the question, whispering over the skin of your neck.

You separated from Finan's mouth and he started to kiss your jaw, feeling the familiar tickling of his beard on your skin. You really, really... Tried to speak, but their hands and lips were making it very hard. Your mind was fogging and you could feel yourself getting wet.

'Or do you want us both?', Sihtric asked low in your ear, running his hands on your sides as Finan licked the mark you had on your neck.

'Do ya want me and Sihtric... to take ya right here, love?, He whispered, and waited for your answer looking directly at your eyes.

'Oh my God...', you moaned. You knew the answer. 'Yes, God, I want you both', you said breathlessly.

Their lips were on your skin again. Finan cupped your cheeks and kissed you hungrily. The next minute you turned your face to Sihtric, his lips on yours in no time.

You kept kissing them. From time to time a piece of clothing hit the floor, as you moved closer to your bed. Hands and lips where giving attention to every inch it was getting exposed. In the room the only sounds that can be heard were kisses and occasional moans and praises.

When there wasn't more clothes to take off, Sihtric pushed you onto the bed. As you laid there, they took their time to appreciate your body, eyes getting dark with lust. You felt yourself getting wetter and rubbed your legs together in anticipation as you looked at them. You felt Finan massaging your knee and Sihtric laid next to you.

'Spread your legs for Finan, darling', he murmured in your ear.

Your legs fell open and Finan got to his knees. Not breaking the eye contact with you, he held your hips. 'I'm goin' to taste ya, love', he said accent thick with want, and brought his mouth to your core.

You gasped when you felt him licking your slit. Your back arched and your hands instinctively went to his hair to bring him closer. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Sihtric's tongue entered easily. One of his hands grabbed your throat and the other, your hair, holding you in place as you kept moaning and squirming under their touch. When Sihtric separated from you, he saw your red and swollen lips, just like the other night.

He kissed your shoulder as his hands played with your breasts. 'Is Finan making you feel good, darling?', he murmured on your skin. You could feel he was smirking. You nodded vehemently and moaned a 'yes' that was followed by Finan's name as he lapped and sucked your clit. Sihtric chuckled and devoured your mouth again.

A few moments later, you felt Finan's mouth leave your cunt, and start giving you soft kisses on your inner thighs. Your head was spinning: the difference between the roughness and the softness, was driving you crazy. Your hands tried to grab Finan’s hair to bring him back where you needed him, but he took them instead, intertwined fingers and stopped the kisses. You whined on Sihtric's mouth and he finally let go of your lips, only to change his position.

Now, his hard cock was in front of your face.

'Use that pretty mouth of yours on Sihtric, love', Finan said as he buried his face in you again, letting your hands go, and holding your hips in place.

You changed positions too, trying to be more comfortable to do as you've been told. As you wrapped your lips and sucked Sihtric's cock, Finan kept licking and sucking you.

'Good girl', Sihtric growled when he hit the back of your throat. His grip on your hair tightening and hips thrusting in your mouth as reflex.

If this kept going you were sure you weren't going to last much.

Finan knew that. He stopped.

You whined around the Dane's cock, feeling your orgasm being taken away. He pulled out of your mouth and the two men exchanged some looks and started to move. Finan laid on the bed and he made you a sign with his hands, calling you so you can get on top of him. You started to kiss passionately until you felt the bed dipping behind you. Soon, Sihtric's hands were on your hips yanking you to him. You pulled away from Finan's mouth and left open-mouth kisses down his body until you got to the place Sihtric needed you to be... And it was really close to the Irishman's cock.

He teased your folds, positioning himself, and he buried his cock inside you. Finan smirked as he watched how your eyes rolled back as you let out a loud moan. He caressed your cheek as he watched Sihtric ramming into you, hearing the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. You opened your eyes aware that you had something more to do. You took Finan's cock in your hand, hot and heavy and wrapped your lips around its head. You felt his fingers tangling up in your hair as he let out a moan.

Taking what you could in your mouth, you bobbed your head trying to go deeper. When he hit the back of your throat, Finan talked with a low, raspy voice.

'Look how beautiful ya are... Taking both of our cocks', you moaned around him, 'such a good girl', he growled and you moaned again.

'Shit', Sihtric moaned, feeling you clench your walls around him. One of his hands pressed flat on your lower back and started going up following your spine. He leanead a little bit on your body, until he reached your nape and pushed down your head, causing you to take more of Finan's cock in your mouth. You couldn't breath as he was buried deep in your throat, your nose touching his pubic hair.

'Sweet Jesus Christ', Finan threw his head back and Sihtric smirked. Then he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked back. Your back arched and your head went back, strings of saliva breaking as you were separated from Finan's cock.

'I can feel you're close, darling... But, don't come yet', Sihtric grunted.

You whined and closed your eyes, moaning Sihtric's name with a hoarsed voice. Finan sat on the bed, his face was in front of yours. He brushed softly the tears that were falling from your eyes, some drops of sweat from your temple and the saliva from your chin. He then cupped your face and reached for your mouth. The kiss was... Messy, sinful. You couldn't describe it in any other way.

Moments later, Sihtric's thrusts became erratic and he came inside of you moaning your name. He gave you a kiss on your back and he pulled out, sitting behind you, catching his breath. You collapsed over Finan's body, he hugged you and both of you collided on the bed. You were clenching your walls at nothing, feeling frustrated at the loss of contact, your orgasm being taken away once again.

But, you knew this wasn't the end. You stayed on top of Finan's chest catching your breath while he brushed carefully your tangled hair. 'Are ya okay there, love?', he asked you. You nodded looking up at him, and moved up to kiss him. You moaned in his mouth as you felt his fingers inside your cunt. You shivered feeling some of Sihtric's come sliding down your thighs. You sit up, knees each side of his hips, and took his cock in your hand. His hands went to your hips, as you positioned him in your entrance and sank down slowly.

'Oh, God', you moaned feeling him stretching you. He moaned when he was fully inside of you, feeling your warm around him. You leaned down and kissed him, giving yourself a moment to adjust to him.

You started to move, raising your hips a little and sliding down again. He reached for your ass cheeks, squeezed them and spread them making you move more.

'Shit', Sihtric growled. You moaned and Finan smiled on your lips, because Sihtric was watching. And he had a very good sight of how Finan's cock disappeared inside of you.

'Your body was made for us, love', Finan said over your lips. You cursed and rested your forehead on his. You kept going like that a few more moments before you straightened and started bouncing on his cock.

Synchronizing his movements with yours, his hips went up when yours went down, causing him to slide deeper inside of you. You hissed when you felt his fingers like claws on your hip bones. They were too sensitive, an aftermath of Sihtric’s fingers. When Finan saw that it hurt, he tried to place his hands upper on your sides, but your hands flew to his, keeping them in place. You didn't mind a little bit of pain.

The rhythm started to get faster, the sound of skin against skin could be heard in the room for the second time, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You felt Sihtric's hands and lips on your body, and you moaned throwing your head back.

'You are beautiful, (y/n)', Sihtric grunted in your ear, his hands running up and down your sides. 'Don't you think, Finan?'.

'Aye', Finan moaned. 'She is', he was looking at you mesmerized. 'And I bet her pretty little cunt can take both of our cocks', he added as he smirked.

'Hmmm, I bet that too...', he hummed and gave you a kiss on your cheek. 'Would you like that, (y/n)? Having both of us inside of you?', he whispered softly in your ear. His hands squeezed your breasts, his lips went to kiss the back of your shoulder.

You whined and shivered imagining what they were saying.

'Oh, she likes the idea', Finan said chuckling, 'I can feel her clenching around me'.

You moaned a yes as an answer. Both of them were making you high on pleasure. Sihtric pinched and twisted your hardened nipples. 'What a needy girl', Sihtric chuckled before giving a little bite to your earlobe. You cried their names, you couldn't think of anything else more than them. You were so, so, so close.

'Yes, darling. Keep screaming whose making you feel this good... Let everyone know', Sihtric encouraged you.

The thrusts were getting even faster and harder, Sihtric's body was flushed on your back and you leaned against him. One of his hands wrapped around your throat and the other went to your cunt, drawing circles on your bundle of nerves.

You kept moaning, everything was too much and you were going to come at any moment.

'Come for us, darling', Sihtric murmured in your ear.

'Come on, love...' Finan moaned.

'Come all over Finan's cock, darling, come on'.

A few more thrusts and that was it. You came and came hard.

Vision going blurry, head dizzy. You mumbled combination of their names and curses, finding support on Sihtric's body, trembling on top of Finan. He kept dragging your hips down as he thrusted up chasing his own release and Sihtric's fingers still circled your clit. Then, you felt Finan filling you up with his come.

For a moment the room felt into silence, only your heavy breathing could be heard. Finan's hands were drawing circles on your bruised hips and Sihtric's hands were moving up and down your sides again, anchoring to reality.

Both men exchanged gazes, and as Finan pulled out of you, Sihtric held you and laid with you in bed, your back on his chest. He gave you a kiss on your head as his hands kept caressing your body.

'You've been great, darling. Are you feeling alright?', he asked softly.

You answered a small yes, too tired to raise your voice more than that. Finan threw a cloth to Sihtric's face. You chuckled lazily at his action, and he grinned at you, as you felt his hands on your thighs.

'You've been so good to us, love', Finan said softly. You hummed, feeling him cleaning you. When he finished, he got closer to your face and gave you a kiss on your lips, his tongue softly stroking yours. He got up again. Sihtric tried to threw him his cloth but Finan caught it fast, a smirk appearing on his face. You chuckled again, rolling off his body and laying next to him. He grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. He hugged you, bringing you closer to his body and pulling the sheets covering both of you.

'By the way, I like the flowers you have here', Sihtric commented softly with a smile. You smiled at him caressing his cheek with your thumb and kissed him again.

After a few moments, you felt Finan climbing on the bed, hugging you from behind. You were trapped between their bodies again, and you've never felt so safe and loved. You were cuddling Sihtric, resting your head on his chest, and feeling Finan's embrace, his body flushed against your back.

And the three of you knew. It wasn't a secret anymore that you were made for them.

And after all of your screams, pretty sure the whole town of Coccham knows too.

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Bonus!

Imagine:

Them giving you a kiss on each cheek at the same time.

Finan bringing you flowers just to make Sihtric feel jealous and annoyed (he then would bring you a bigger bouquet of flowers).

When they are training, they place bets: the one who loses will only look when the three of you get in bed.

Any men that looked bad at your direction or even breath near you is dead.

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[duck-era-lexi]

deadset headcanon that bonkai happened after the end of tvd

or: bonnie ended up alone and that is just not okay.

note: i didn't watch the originals and idgaf. their plot is probably stupid anyway.

ok so kai is in the prison world, yes, and bonnie is traveling the world, and elena and damon are being humans and shit and caroline is being pregnant and stefan is dead (god bless). so where is the drama? bonnie while traveling in... africa hooks up with a lot of people and learns a lot of shit, runs into some near death experiences but gets her voodoo witchy magic out of it. she eventually starts being mad about enzo's death because she should be and she's also realizing that she can't find another love because she hasn't gotten over it. then it's been like 5 yrs or something and bonnie gets the news that elena is pregnant perfect time to head back.

so they've kept in contact, done some visits but bonnie's mainly been traveling because when you can magic shmagic cold hard cash into thin air you can kind of do whatever you want. damon and elena are doing good, they live in a white picket fence house with a dog and two cats, not in mystic falls but still in virginia. damon makes jokes about eating the neighbors and elena talks a lot about how stefan's probably watching over them. that kind of stuff. bonnie stays over for a baby shower and elena has a heart to heart where she's like... girl u know you can have kids too right? bonnie admits that she wouldn't feel right dating someone who's not supernatural based on her experiences hooking up with random people. bonnie reveals she knows the gender of the baby already but elena plugs her ears so she can't hear it. the cat scratches at the door and elena shooes it away and bonnie waves her hand, the cat falls silent. elena looks at her friend with a kind of fear, forgetting how much power witches have. bonnie reminds her that she is not just a witch, but the most powerful witch.

(this is gonna be long but hang in with me here)

so fast forward to the baby shower, mystic falls gang comes down from the salvatore boarding school cause elena is kind of scared of going to mystic falls (we're gonna ignore the compulsion plot holes from the story idgaf). klaus sends his farewells yadda yadda easter eggs but bonnie just gets really sad and jealous and it just so happens that caroline wants someone to live near her to take care of her kids. caroline and bonnie haven't been that close just cause they kinda drifted, but they instantly reconnect and bonnie loves caroline's kids.

caroline and alaric are married, and a) bonnie is like, he was ur teacher are u freaking kidding me and b) there are photos of stefan on the wall and bonnie realizes that she really detests stefan for killing enzo right in front of her face. caroline belittles enzo and they argue about caroline invalidating her feelings and bonnie accuses her of being racist, blah blah blah it ends up in a blowout and bonnie wanders into the woods to find the ghost of enzo talking to her. (i don't really remember the rules of tvd). enzo tells her the move tf on and bonnie has a thought: what if she was never really that much in love in the first place? it's terrifying and she refuses to accept it, simply lying to enzo (even though he's dead) and being distracted because two vampire dudes try to murder her and she snaps their necks

so she traces back to her first love, but jeremy's also in the middle of a freaking battle thing so first she has this entire arc where she has to help him commit genocide and then finally they have a heart to heart where she convinces him to teach at caroline's school and jeremy says that they were young love. then they hook up and bonnie realizes she doesn't really have any feelings for jeremy anymore, not after he cheated on her with his dead girlfriend :(

maybe, she missed a person in between...

this is all to say kai is desiccating in the prison world, because he's alive- oh, did i mention he's alive? the plot moves to caroline's boarding school, the hollow's bullshit, oh no hayley marshall dies, and elena's kids are reaching double digits. but bonnie is MIA. how?

one day, bonnie exits the prison would with kai behind her. and i'm telling you, this is crazy. but how? because bonnie bennett is absolutely done.

it's a string of things.

fighting with elena and elena insisting that she wants a magic free environment, that she read all the parenting books and her kids will go off and become vampires themselves if she doesn't try to prevent them. the salvatores move to like europe or something and try to live a normal life. damon and caroline still keep in touch, but damon and elena are the only humans in the entire gang and life is kind of different when you know you're gonna die someday.

getting a call from a call and meeting a little witch named davina, a cute girl named hope, and a whole shitload of problems that she thought she left behind her. she takes the hollow upon herself and tears her apart physically and mentally, and only after she threatens to destroy the entirety of los angeles (as a joke!! haha....unless....) do the mikaelson siblings take accountability. klaus mentions how different she is from her friends, and bonnie comments on the fact that it's probably because she lost her two best friends to humanity and didn't realize how crazy their lives had become.

davina (and kol) want to see bonnie's prison world, and bonnie is fosure its for some kinky bullshit reason, but it's been so long she doesn't gaf anyways. she's the kind of insane that she might go to a psychiatric hospital soon, and near her 40th she went so crazy she mind controlled someone to be in love with her. the reason she's never linked in particular with any male witches is because she gets a strange sort of irritation to them, and one of them realized that she played a part in klaus' blood triangle so he tried to kill her and then she killed him and that really hurt her. but really, when kol and davina are with her, she decides to wake kai up.

talking to kai is awful, and it takes, 1, 2, 3, times too much- and the force of their fight is so catastrophic that it creates a prison world inside a prison world, but it's a limbo- it's two rooms, one her childhood bedroom and the other his and it goes on forever and ever. they fight, but neither of them really get an upper hand- yes, kai is more powerful but it's bonnie's world technically. kai wants to talk but bonnie just wants to beat someone up and suddenly, davina falls into the world, crying. she tells bonnie that kol touched something weird and disappeared, and bonnie says that she enchanted some things to help her be able to leave that only work once, and that she forgot about it. davina entered the world through kai's chains.

kai holds davina hostage with knives that he hid under his bed and bonnie conceeds to talking with him. and by talking, i mean like actually coming to the same conclusion that everyone else should've came to.

in the end, kai and bonnie have an awfully rocky relationship that first involves bonnie stealing part of kai's heart so that he's like half-vegetable (long story, trust me there's some way it can happen) and then, in his partially mentally deformed mindset he brings up taking the hollow. this is at the point where they live in some random hill in romania in a hightop castle and kai offers to take the hollow and kill himself with it.

bonnie removes the curse from his heart and reveals she actually forcibly impregnated herself because she wanted him to die at the hand of his own child, the leader of the gemini coven, and kai's like how i thought i was a vampire and also the gemini is dead and bonnie says idk i marlene king came up with this, actually in the limbo world i got another dose of the cure and then i'm giving it to you and by reverse psychology now the gemini coven is back alive.

i have to stop myself from writing really graphic shit because this can get really bad really fast, but in the end i do think they fall in love blah blah blah and they reinstate the gemini coven which eventually makes the bennett coven more powerful. witches have always been corrupt and selfish and a convenient plot device to bring up in the writer's room when you want a promotion so i really don't care. if you can write all this bullshit about stefan and still make him the good guy, kai can be dug out of his grave too. bonnie invented space and time and magic. silas who?

their kids are ultra powerful and bonnie and kai cut everyone off cuz they're all haters. except for caroline (ironic), and their kids are too cool to be involved in hope mikaelson drama bullshit. they say aye dad isnt it a good day to commit mass genocide, i heard cousin lizzy is struggling with her psychotic tendencies back in the americas!! kai says no son let's go play catch and watch my favorite episodes of glee while your mom cooks some lasagna with frog legs and unicorn hair sprinkles on the side. then in the afternoon i'm gonna show you some of my evil plans for world domination and we can practice your leaping spells.

xoxo

#ale writes #ale writes a LOT #tvd #bonkai #tvd fanfiction

[berriblossom]

X fem reader, btw

Imagine your husband gains baby fever. He sees how you hold children, how you're so gentle and careful with them. How all your friends have children and talk about the joys and happiness they have with their little babies.

Imagine how he sees your disappointed smile about how you two don't have a little one yet.

This leads him to imagine what it would be like to have a little one around, how'd they cling onto you and their cute smile. How'd they look like a perfect mixture of the both of you. His perfect girl and his perfect child.

This leads to everytime he fucks your sweet pussy, he stays a little long before pulling out and spilling his hot cum onto your tummy and chest, whenever his cock is pushing into your womb he pushes his hand onto your tunny for you to feel him fucking your cervix and promising he'll give you that baby.

How many nights he'd have you ass up, face down as he fucks your pussy, pleading to you to let him get you pregnant. How sometimes in the middle of the night he'd eat you out in the middle of the night claming "he needed a taste before he filled you up again". Its so cute when he begs and pleads that he loves the look of your cunt leaking his cum.

How greedy he'd get when you cockwarm him, his thick, long cock throbbing just to fill you with his cum and get you pregnant. How'd he fantasize about your swollen tummy, your milk-filled breast just leaking your sweet milk for him to taste.

Goodness when you finally beg him to fuck a baby into him, hes already planning his next vacation at work for the next few weeks to give you that baby.

:WRIOTHESLEY, Ayato, ZHONGLI, JING YUAN, Blade, DAN HENG, Welt, THOMA, NEUVILLETTE, Childe, Luka, DILUC, ALHAITHAM

Its not a problem if i don't admit its one

#xoxokuki💜 #kuki's writing #xokuki blog #genshin smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette smut #neuvillette x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #kaeya x reader #itto x reader #itto smut #ayato smut #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #thoma smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #childe smut #childe x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #blade smut #luka x reader #luka smut #welt x reader #welt smut #honkai star rail

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about Talia and Battinson having a whole ass baby without Ra’s knowledge. It’s just an open lie. Talia gaslights that fucker like a stove. And it WORKS.

Jason is flabbergasted. This motherfucker leads the world’s most powerful assassin operation. He takes it upon himself to let his mom Talia know he’s not as vulnerable to stupidity.

“You’re 4 months pregnant.”

“Nu uh.”

“Fuck you mean ‘nu uh’ ?! Is it Bruce’s?! It’s Bruce’s, isn’t it?! If it is: That’s fucked up. If it’s not: That’s fucked up!”

“I would never betray my beloved like that.”

“So it is Bruce’s!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You just did! You’re having a baby with da— with Bruce!”

“What baby.”

Bruce totally knows Jason’s training with the league, by the way.

#jason calls Talia a traitor but Bruce simply knew first. he just didn’t worry abt it #that’s Talia. you’ll drown in glory. and gore. #brutalia #talia al ghul #jason todd #battinson #bruce wayne #dc comics #batman #text post #writing

[zhongrin]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

@abyssmal-skies ! @hamdehlesmis ! @sunnshineflxwer ! @queen-belial ! @silentmoths

@dustofthedailylife ! @marina-and-the-memes ! @mixed-kester ! @lordbugs ! @anonymousficreader

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #al haitham x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #zhongli #al haitham #wriothesley #neuvillette #rin writes #honey can you…

[tendermimi]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

#bilal al shams #poetry #poem #words #writings #excerpts #quotes #arabic poetry #arabic literature #sooo Agustín Gómez-Arcos

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Cujo

"Cujo where in the world do you keep finding all these things?"

Danny looked down at a very proud looking Cujo who had recently returned from his trip.

On each trip he brought back things that he liked, lately Cujo was bringing back the most curious things.

From pillows and toys to weapons and weird clothing.

One time even bringing a golden lasso.

This time it seemed to be a sword and a jar filled with liquid with what he was pretty sure was a human organ.

"Cujo please don't take peoples organs, I don't want to get in trouble"

A sentence he never thought he would be saying,

What a day.

~

Alfred: "I seem to be missing my favourite pair of socks?"

~

Wonder Woman is questioning who was brave/stupid enough to steal her lasso from practically under her nose.

~

Damian: Father! Who took my weapons away, I haven't even been grounded!"

~

Lex Luthor: "Where's all the kryptonite I just bought?!"

~

Ra's: *squinting* "Something just happened."

~

Sorry this one is shorter than usual I'm in the middle of class.

Bye!

~

Just an Idea

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #writing prompt #dp cujo #cujo #ra's al ghul #damian wayne #damian #batfamily #bat shenanigans #lex luthor #alfred pennyworth #wonder woman #justice league #ghost #ghosts #superman

[apolunee]

#THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING #alhaitham’s supreme logic is nothing in the face of kaveh’s unstoppable stubbornness #there’s a reason why kaveh went into architecture instead of writing papers #kavetham #genshin impact #kaveh #alhaitham #al haitham #I FORGOT TO DRAW THE HEADPHONE CORD

[platitudinalteen]

More memes based on my wip, because it's fun, lol.

#writing #ao3 #batfamily #archive of our own #current wip #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne al ghul #duke thomas #cassandra cain #barabra gordon #stephie brown #alfred pennyworth #selina kyle #lois lane #clark kent #diana prince #lizzie prince #jon kent #jondami

[still-with-you]

Let Me Go - Modern!Finan x Reader

Gif Cr.

A/N: Okay, I haven't written anything in like 4 years. This is my first time writing for this fandom and writing in English (please, if you see any mistake, don't doubt on telling me!). Also, it's my first time that I will post something I wrote 🫣. Finally, thank you so much to my bestie who was my beta reader (ilysm❤️).

A/N 2: This is supposed to be part of a bigger AU, where Finan time travels to our times. But, I don't think that AU is going to see the light any time soon lol, that's why I decided to write this as an modern!Finan stand alone imagine.

Summary: Going to work have never been this difficult.

Warnings: smut-ish; Finan. Yes, him in general is a warning 😩

Enjoy! ✨ And let me know what you think ❤️

The first thing you see in the morning is his face. You stretch your lips into a smile, closing your eyes again. Starting to come to reality, you feel his arm around your waist, as it has always belonged there. You are aware that both of you are naked. You can feel the noise he makes when he’s deep in his sleep. He doesn’t snore, he makes a softer sound. Opening your eyes again, you turn around to check the hour on your phone. You have to go to the office today for a meeting, and you hate it, because you are used to work from home, and stay all day with Finan. But today, sadly, it won't be like that.

You woke up five minutes earlier than the alarm you setted off last night. You turn it off, so you don’t wake him up, and then you stir up, feeling a little bit sore from last night activities. Smiling to yourself again, you sit on the bed, carefully you stand up, and go to the drawer to grab clean underwear. You put them on while you admire the handsome man that was sleeping in your bed.

Looking at the floor, you smile and bite your lip. You start collecting all the clothes that were, basically, everywhere and put them on top of the drawer. When you were done, you went to the bathroom that was in your room. After brushing your teeth, doing your hair and make-up, you’re done. Now, you need to think about what you are going to wear.

Opening the bathroom's door, you encounter a sight that leaves you breathless. Finan is already awake, his muscular torso and abs on full display, the sheets covering his hips and below, right arm behind his head. As if it wasn't enough he smiles at you, pulling you in like a magnet. In a kind of a trance, you walk to the bed where he was, to give him a kiss. His right hand going from behind his head to your nape to bring you closer. Your hands go to his bearded cheeks. When his tongue entered your mouth, you let out a little groan, and slide your hands behind his neck, grabbing some of the short strands of his hair.

You feel the need to sit astride him, put your legs around his hips and oh, it will be so simple for him to take you right there and make you his again. Trying to supress the memories of last night, you think about your goal: go to work. You break the kiss, and he chased your mouth when you separated, his eyes fyxiated on your lips. You smile to him, and gave him a little peck.

‘Ah, it’s not fair that you look like this when I have to leave’, you said straightening, his hand going from your neck to your hand.

‘Me?!', he exclaims, 'Haven't ya seen yourself, woman?'. His eyes scanning your body, that was only covered with your underwear. As he smirked, you bit your lip and rolled your eyes.

You reunited all of your will, and with a sigh, started to walk away from him so you can actually start to dress up. He tried to catch you, but he only achieved to touch lightly your waist, making you tickle. You squealed, causing him to laugh. And as you laugh too, you open your closet and start searching for your clothes. Deciding to wear a wide leg black jean, you stand in front of the mirror. And you can see his reflection. He’s focused on you, paying attention to your every movement. You blush and smile, as you put the jean on. And he smiles too. Is he watching you watch him?

You can feel you heart pounding in your chest as you go to the closet again and grab your boots. Instead of sitting, you bent over, putting your butt on his direction and zipped the boots. He groaned, you smile to yourself. Then straightened again, and search for a shirt. You didn’t think for too long: a black shirt will do. Black on black is always a good choice. Going to the mirror again, you start buttoning it and your gaze was going between you and Finan. You could feel how he wanted to rip your clothes off and just fuck you on the floor. Heat pooled down your body at the thought. He can do that when you come back from work.

You go to the closet for the last time to search for a coat. When you turned around to go to the mirror once again, you don't know how but, Finan was already there, wearing his boxers only, and crashed his lips with yours, grabbing with one hand your cheeks by your chin. You made a surprise moan in his mouth and he groaned. The kiss was hard and hot, the need was obvious. He walked forward, and you took steps back, until you were trapped between the wall next to the open closet door and his body. Your hands positioned on each side of his waist, bringing him closer to you, nails marking the skin there. The kiss broke out when you couldn’t breathe anymore.

‘It’s really not fair that ya have to go…’, he said panting, his hands sliding to your butt cheeks and giving them a little squeeze, pulling you closer to his body. You could feel that he was semi-hard.

‘The meeting will last 4 or 5 hours', you could barely articulate, your mind fogging when he started to kiss your neck. ‘Then, you can do whatever you want to me’, you added breathless in his ear as you tangle your hands in his hair, placing an open mouth kiss to the skin between his collarbone and shoulder.

‘Whatever I want?’, he whispers in your ear, his beard tickling.

‘Yeah’, you moaned.

He hummed in response. Between little kisses and bites in your neck and jaw, you felt his hands moving from your ass to your sides, until he got to the first button of your shirt.

'I have some ideas...', he murmured.

'Finan', you moaned arching your back, as he kept talking and slowly unbuttoning your shirt, proving once again that he is good at multitasking.

'Maybe I can eat ya out on the kitchen table…'

'Fuck, Finan'

'Or fuck ya against every furniture ya have… And make ya come so many times ya pass out...'

'Oh my God', you said breathless, as your felt your shirt was completely open and his hands grabbed your sides pulling you impossibly close to him.

'Or maybe just teasing ya over and over again...', he placed an open mouth kiss to your throat, 'Until you're drippin' on the sheets...', another kiss a little bit lower, 'Until you're a incoherent crying mess...', his teeth grazed the visible skin of one of your breast, and then the other.

Breathing heavily and mumbling things that were a combination of his name and swears, you were already a trembling mess. When you felt his tongue flat and hot against the middle of your breasts, going up until he reached your neck, your knees gave out. As always, he was fast enough to move his hands to your butt again and secure you. Your hands were making a mess of his hair, your eyes rolled back.

He hummed proudly as he watched at the mess he made of you, with naughty brown eyes and a devilish smirk. One of his hands went to your cheeks and brushed your parted lips with his thumb. For a moment, both stayed there.

As he stared at you in amaze, you were barely on planet Earth. He kissed you again, the only thing you could do was moan against his mouth. When he separated, his thumb went again to your lips, but this time you reacted wrapping it around your lips and sucking it.

'Fuck', he swears feeling your tongue, his eyes darkening with lust. His mouth went back to your ear and using his most softest voice he says, 'Go to work before ya kill me, love'.

You groan with his thumb still in your mouth. He chuckled, but after hearing a 'pop' sound of his finger leaving your lips, his smile disappeared, kissing you hungrily. His self control slipping for a moment.

When he let go of your mouth, you said with hoarse voice ‘You are the one who's going to kill me’.

He chuckled going back to normal mode, but as you turned around to the closet, you felt dizzy, weak and a little bit lost. You blinked a few times to get you back to reality, and started to button up your shirt again.

Also, you should really change your underwear.

Making a frustrating groan, you went to the drawer so you can change it for a clean one. Again. As you went to the bathroom (again) he chuckled, and before you closed the door you flip him the middle finger, causing him to laugh louder.

Opening the door of the bathroom to actually finishing dressing and going out, you found him leaning on the frame of the door, giving you a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, and smack him on his chest. He laughed again touching where you hit him. You were searching what you needed to put on your purse, his gaze following wherever you moved. After everything was done, you looked at the mirror for the last time to check if all was good.

Finan was standing in the middle of the room, a small grin on his face. You put the coat on, and you were done, ready to go. But you didn’t move.

With a small smile and eyes that screamed that you were in love, you started to walk to where he was standing. His smile becoming wider as you got closer, until you kissed him. Softly. His touch, even softer. His hands, like a feather, caressed your cheeks.

‘I’ll try to come back home as fast as I can’, you say separating from him, looking directly at his eyes, with your most serious face.

‘Are we feeling a little desperate?’, he teased, smirking. Obviously, he's going to give you that damn smirk.

‘Yeah, and it's all your fault’. You kissed him again. ‘But aren’t you feeling a little desperate too?’, you smiled, brushing your nose with his.

‘I’m not goin' to say no to that, love’, he admitted putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You could swear that his eyes were sparkling.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt like you were going to explode. For a moment you considered that everything should go to hell and you should just ride him like there's no tomorrow. Since he woke up, all he did was test you, tease you, try to make you give in and stay. You groan because it was working and he chuckled, because he knew that. The bastard always knows what he is doing. You kissed him again.

‘I'm gonna go. Now’, you murmur against his lips, and then you let him go, turned around, and started to walk away from him. When you felt his hand smacking softly one of your butt cheeks. Did- did he just spanked you? You stopped on your tracks, mind going blank for a moment. You faced him, and went quickly to kiss that wicked grin of his. Your tongue slipped into his mouth easily, and he growled into your mouth.

Then, you pulled away. Not without giving a little tug to his lower lip with your teeth. When you let go of him, he looked at you with hunger. Actually, like he was starving.

Before he does or says anything else, you turned around again and walked with small, quick steps to the front door. You felt his gaze burning your back, and for a moment you thought he was going to run behind you and get you inside. But he didn't. Thank God. You were finally outside.

Inhaling and exhaling, using the cool breeze that was hitting your face, you tried to calm down.

It was useless though.

You are still feeling his lips and tongue, his hands and arms around your body, the heat of it, his voice and accent piercing your brain, the ideas that he whispered, last night... It was too much and you couldn't get rid of it. Of him.

During the way to the office and the meeting, your mind was only focusing on one specific Irishman that was waiting for you at home. And you couldn't wait to come back, so he can make true all those filthy things he whispered in your ear that morning.

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Tagging some people ❤️: @persephones-journey @medievalfangirl @silentsihtric @anotherwinchesterfangirl @deandoesthingstome (I'm sorry, let me know if you don't want to be tagged)

#i would never leave the house tbh lmao #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #finan #finan x reader #ale writes

[duck-era-lexi]

i cant write when im tired cuz i just make my characters start sprouting bullshit about how they're tired too

#tbt that scene with traves in the bed #i was fucking EXHAUSTED when writing that so i just said he was tired after every single sentence #idk what that scene was supposed to be but now it's just kind of ridiculous #ale writes

[perfectfeelings]

Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me.

Imam al-Ghazali

#Imam al-Ghazali #motivation #quotes #poetry #literature #relationship quotes #writing #original #words #love #relationship #thoughts #lit #prose #spilled ink #inspiring quotes #life quotes #quoteoftheday #love quotes #poem #aesthetic

[bboricha]

y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive. 

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit. 

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side. 

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd

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[deadsetobsessions]

Edit: Holy moly, just checked the notes and the argument is not it, at all. Please do not bring that energy (and name calling) to my posts.

DCxDP Prompt.

Danny knew a lot of immortals and near immortals. Not that he knew, of course, because other than the time traveling nonsense, he always stayed in Amity. He saved a lot of said immortals too.

Three months after he moved to Gotham, a bunch of assassins were trying to wreak havoc on the city. Danny flew around to help his new friend, Red Robin. When he landed on the roof top where Tim was facing down the Demon’s Head, neither of them expected the Demon’s Head to stop his attacks and blurt out a surprised, “Danyal?”

Tim, instantly on guard, asked, “How do you know Danny, Ra’s?”

Danny straightened. “Oh my Ancients. You’re the bratty kid with the stick! Ra’s al Ghul!”

“I can not believe I owe someone like you a life debt.”

#dcxdp #dc x dp writing prompt #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc #danny phantom #ra’s al ghul #time travel #tfw when the bratty kid you saved from a ghost turns into an immortal and murderous cult leader #Ra’s al Ghul was a grimy kid #i’m calling it #tim drake #tfw your bestie saved the immortal cult leader that’s obsessed over you

[zhongrin]

festered wounds

— when you’ve never been the first choice your whole life, it’s hard to accept the possibility that you could be loved.

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, this is more of a vent drabble, hurt with comfort, reader with massive insecurity issues, implied past trauma, slight blood & gore in the portrayal of ‘hurt’

✼ a/n ┈ this…. got really personal, haha. i wrote this in a bad headspace, so apologies if it got depressing or if it’s of a low quality. i didn't want to have this in my drafts and i certainly don't want to bring it to 2024 so i'm just posting this now.

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

“i’m sorry.”

zhongli’s heart dropped at the words escaping your lips. this was certainly the most unexpected response you could give to his confession, seeing the promising recent developments in your relationship — and so celestia forgive him, he had to pause to gather his thoughts. this made you fidget even more under his gaze, and so you succumbed to your frazzled nerves to continue in a more panicked voice.

“i’m sorry, mr. zhongli, i know you’re not the type to resort to deceit or find joy in toying with people’s feelings, but i’m just— i can’t—” you trailed off, feeling your chest tighten in pain.

“please, hold your tongue for a moment,” the refined man held out one of his hand to settle onto your shoulder comfortingly. his expression was a mixture of worry and confusion, eyebrows furrowing in a sign of distress. “are you saying that you… do not believe my words? you think i have malicious intentions?”

“….. i’m sorry, i’m just not used to- i’ve never-” you stumbled over your words and squeezed your eyes shut, “i’m sorry….”

zhongli watched you for a moment, observing the smallest ticks and the story behind your body language. you looked so vulnerable, like a scared animal instinctively cowering at some invisible threat. you looked as if someone had stripped away a bandage that had been haphazardly wrapped around a wound left unattended for so long, it had festered into an abomination, eating away at you slowly, even now.

belatedly, he realized that ‘someone’ was himself.

zhongli inhaled deeply, his palm leaving your shoulder. this time, he took his hands to tenderly grab your fingers, lifting them up to silently plead for your attention. your eyes were troubled and full of storms, the rain and lighting reflecting on your expression as a solemn flutter of your eyelashes and sorrowful downturn of your lips. the slight tremble of your body reflected the silent call for help from a blemished heart that never had the courage to forget.

“my dearest. i see the pain you have gone through. i have yet to know the tales that had marred your heart, but i want you to know that i am willing to be the pair of ears you tell your grievances to, and you can be rest assured that they will be safe with me. i know my words will not be enough to convince you otherwise at this moment… however, you must forgive my impatience, for it stems out of genuine love. i simply must humbly ask once again—”

“— please, give me a chance to heal you.”

“a-are you sure you want me?”

out of the 18 different responses he anticipated, al haitham did not expect this. however, his surprise merely manifested in the rising of both of his eyebrows and the subtle shift on his legs.

“unlike the consensus the public seemed to have one-sidedly agreed on, i am not foolish enough in the matter of romance as to confess to someone i do not hold deep affection and great care for,” he said in the same tone as the moment he asked if you would consider taking your relationship into the ‘officially dating’ phase, “is it not obvious? kaveh claimed i was ‘laying it on thick’ and cyno had noted of how i treat you better than how i treat the dendro archon.”

“oh….”

“….”

“….”

you thought you had gotten used to al haitham’s stare with how much you both had been hanging out, but right now you couldn’t seem to lift your head. the scholar crossed his arms, waiting patiently for your response. you were both gratuitous and dreading his resilience.

“i-i still think you could do better, though. i mean, look at you! you’re so fit, so wouldn’t you feel better if your partner is more of the sporty type? and you’re the top graduate of the haravatat darshan, so you would pair better with someone smarter…. a-and someone like me will just drag you down; aesthetically speaking, i… uh, leave much to be desired while you’re… you know…”

you spoke of such illogical assumptions and erroneous advices that he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. you spoke of belittling yourself as if you were used to riding on the rails of insurmountably low dip of the self-esteem cliff for years. you spoke of these things as if you were repeating words someone told you at least once in your life.

and it angered him.

but he wasn’t angry at you. he was angry for you.

funny how empathy wasn’t his strong suit, and yet he jumped on the bandwagon as easily as an otter taking off into the waters the moment it came to you and your emotions.

“i care not for such shallow qualifications when it comes to seeking a partner. your presence triggers the relevant hormones that make me feel relaxed and comfortable, and my mind spontaneously seek for your attention. it’s only logical that i seek for an arrangement that would ensure these pleasant things to happen and develop further.”

“you’re the best choice for a partner, simply because i wish to spend the rest of my life with you; and i think that's enough.”

“i don’t think i’m a good choice for you…”

wriothesley looked as if you had pinpointed his weak point in a boxing match and delivered a straight jab right onto it. his lips slacked open and his body froze as he tried to process your words, the meaning behind it, the—

he inhaled deeply and punched his own fist into his palm, stretching his jaw with a growl before a darker tone took over his voice.

“alright, who’s been talking shit? let me at them. it won’t be manslaughter if they don’t die, right?”

he watched as your nervously fiddling fingers stopped twisting around each other, your eyes widened in shock and alarm at his words. briefly, he praised himself inwardly for being able to switch your mood at the snap of his fingers. now if only he could do that, but instead of surprise-and-horror, it could turn into surprise-and-joy instead…

“what?! wait- no! no one said that, i ju—”

“then is your own head telling you that?”

“it’s—” you gulped, gaze slowly breaking away.

he sensed a secret kept safe under the heaviest chains and locks. pain that had nearly torn up that warm heart of yours, shoved into the furthest part of you in a desperate attempt to save yourself; to silence the damned screams and the river of curses that would have made you self-destruct. he saw the remains of the thousands of needles that had embedded itself deep inside your worn heart a long time ago, and yet still it beat and struggled to not bleed out and drown you in its venomous blood.

he saw a heart as scarred as his skin, and he understood.

“..… alright, sweetheart, listen up, and listen close.”

the man’s hands suddenly cradled your cheeks, his icy blue eyes penetrating your clouded gaze. his whole demeanor had shifted into gentle and loving, as if he was holding his entire world in the palms of his hands. he resisted the urge to kiss you when you couldn’t help but lean onto his touch, instinctively seeking comfort.

he would do you better. he would give you the kind of love you’ve yet to experience. there were so much he wanted to say, but he chose to speak of the reassurance he thought you needed most at this moment.

“i say you’re the perfect choice for me. let me prove it to you.”

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[deliciousnecks]

The Immigrant Experience: Early 19th Century

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