#rip Finn's back and neck

[pempeeeperem]

....the size difference....

[l-starsz]

G!p Billie smut

Where Maggie in on them and the reader id to embarrassed to go out afterward and when billie convinces the reader to and Claudia and finn tease them.

Thx pookie 🥰🥰

a/n: sorry this took so long to write🥲

billie and i were laying in bed together, watching a movie. i was between her legs, my back resting against her front as she carefully ran her fingers through my hair. this had been going on for a while, her short nails slightly scratching at my scalp every so often. after a little while, billie must've got bored, i felt her hands move to rest on my waist for a little bit, and then went slowly to my thighs. i took in a deep breath when her thumbs lightly brushed over my inner thighs.

the pyjama shorts i had on were short enough for her hands to be right near where i needed her touch. all she had to do was move my shorts and underwear aside, and i was really hoping she would. but she didn't. her hands just stayed in place. i let it slide at first, but the longer we were just sitting there, the more frustrated i was getting. eventually, i'd had enough. i slightly arched my back so that i was pressed closer to her, and then whined. she giggled at me before moving to kiss my neck.

"what is it angel? why you being whiney with me huh? use your words like a good girl, and stop whining." she mumbled against me.

"don't tease me please. i need you. i need you so bad billie!" i was still being whiney.

"see, i'm gonna keep teasing if you don't listen to me. i told you to stop whining baby." she was stern with her words, and her hand moved to cup my pussy, "now tell me what's up. what do you need?"

"please touch me bil. i need you. only you. touch me, fuck me! anything just please!"

i felt her getting hard against my back which just made me hornier. i didn't even have to look at her face to know that she was smirking. she moved my shorts and underwear to the side, running two fingers through my folds to find out how wet i was. i was soaked.

"this wet already baby?"

i nodded as she moved her fingers up to my mouth.

"suck. now."

my mouth immediately opened for her, taking her fingers in as i practically moaned at the taste of myself. once i'd sucked her fingers clean, she took them out and moved me off her, laying me down on the bed. she was quick to pull my shorts off, leaving me in my underwear for just a second, before they were also ripped off my body. i was almost dripping onto the bed. her eyes widended as she pushed my legs apart and actually saw how soaked i was. it was one thing feeling it. it was another thing seeing it. i was making a mess all over myself.

"please billie.. fuck me please."

"that's it baby. good girl for using your words."

i almost didn't notice her pulling her joggers and boxers off, but i definitely noticed when her tip was running through my folds, just as her fingers had done earlier. a small whimper left my mouth as she started to carefully push into me. she was slow and gentle, making sure she didn't hurt me. i felt my walls stretch out as she was completely inside of me. i clenched around her and threw my head back when she started moving. my eyes were shut tight when she sped up. a moan managed to escape my lips.

"shhh angel. quiet for me, don't want anyone hearing huh?"

"nuh uh." i shook my head, too bothered about the pleasure.

i grasped the sheets and let out small whines. i was trying so hard to be quiet. just as billie sped up again, which i didn't think was possible by the way, i heard the door open. and then maggies voice.

"hey girls, i was just wondering if-"

as soon as she noticed what we were doing, the door immediately slammed shut. i carefully pushed billie away from me. she slowly pulled out of me as i covered my face in embarrassment. she moved closer to me and pulled my hands away, giggling. she pressed gentle kisses over my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and then my lips.

"that's so embarrassing bil stoppp." i whined.

"it's okay love. don't panic about it, it's fine." she was still laughing, "can i at least finish us both off? i know how bad you wanted this baby."

"i'm too embarrassed." i groaned.

"you sureeee?"

"fineee i still need you." i whispered.

she quickly pushed back inside me, hitting just the right place to almost make me scream. i was already sensitive from before, so it wasn't long until i was clenching around her and finishing. my cum ran down onto the bed as i closed my eyes.

"that's it baby. good girl. i'm so proud of you" she whispered, placing a soft kiss on my lips as she slowed her pace when she came too.

i reached out my arms for her and pulled her on top of me. her head buried in my neck as we just laid there for a little bit before she sat up.

"can i pull out angel?"

i nodded as she slowly pulled out of me, causing me to whine a little, but she made sure she wasn't hurting me and made sure to comfort me. we both got up, although i needed billie to help me, and we had a quick shower just to freshen up and make sure we were completely clean. once we got out, we just laid in bed enjoying eachother company before i whined.

"i'm hungryyy."

"let's go get a snack then, come on." she giggled.

i was very quick to shake my head, "not after what happened! no way."

i closed my eyes and stretched out over her.

"come on love, i'm hungry too. she's not gonna say anything, it'll be okay."

"it's gonna be embarrassing." i shook my head once again.

"come on babyyy, we can be super quick, everything will be alright."

i groaned and got up with her, holding her hand and following close behind her as we made our way to the kitchen. as soon as we walked in, i heard fin and claudia giggle. i just glared at billie.

"shut up!!" she turned to them and then went back to getting us something to eat.

"seems like you two had a nice time." fin mumbled, which made me also glare at him.

they just carried on giggling at us, so i walked out the room and left billie in there with them. when bil walked back into her room with food for the both of us, she gently spoke.

"ignore them baby, they're just trying to annoy us."

"that was so embarrassing." i rolled my eyes and took a bite of the sandwich she'd made me.

[blenselche]

insert for ch2

"Finn, come on."

background items: Marcy Acoustic set poster from Scream Queens, Fern's leaves pressed between glass, Finn's Candy Kingdom diplomat pin, the cash he won in a bet in the comic Marcy & Simon, the dimensional sword, root sword. I wanted to add more but thought it'd get too busy.

closer view and excerpt under the cut

He finds himself before the sink, mussing up his oily hair and disheveled beard to rid himself of wood chips, splashing water over his face and coughing after breathing deep off a stale cigarette. The cherry fizzles back at him against the aluminum as he taps it off into an empty. He tugs at the bottom of his eyelid — the whites of his eyes are yellowing again. Pressing his forehead to the mirror and staring at his reflection he sees Martin's eyes, jaw and brow. He sees his maladjusted view, understands now what he meant, in the end.

He can't look in a mirror without seeing the man staring back at him, and it only gets worse with age.

“You’re fine. Today was just a bad day,” he recites just as he���s been told to, loyal tool of the kingdom that he is, a coping mechanism PB calls self affirmation. He leans back, scoffing, “in a long line of bad days.”

His feet carry him to the stump set before his wood stove, and the air toasts his frozen fingers and melts away the pins and needles in the skin that his port connects to. Anxiety bubbles its way up his esophagus and he drowns it with a long pull off his homebrew, eyes flickering from the bottle to his prosthetic, foot tapping furiously. He sighs and gives into the itch at the back of his brain, taking the wish out and reading it over again, biting more teeth marks into a pencil already shredded down to the lead.

It’s something to look forward to. Something he can put off, hoping ‘it gets better’ but it hasn’t and he’s almost certain it won’t. A morbid form of motivation to get more built, work harder, save more people, hoping against hope he’ll wake up happy before he has to spirit himself away. But none of it matters without fulfillment, sat alone and suffocating under his own melancholy in this empty space, only a facsimile of a loved one on his chest for company. He wants to see his brother, he wants to see his mom. He wants from the bottom of his being to go back and smack himself for being dumb, deaf and blind in the face of his own wants and needs. He hunches more in on himself and clutches it harder, it crinkles back at him, threatening another rip.

Slim, sage colored fingers enter his vision and pluck the precious slip of writing from his hand.

“I’ll give it back if you clean yourself up and go to bed.”

“I have it memorized,” he sighs. “I thought you believed in nihilism, anyway, Miss nothing matters and the wind makes my decisions.” Their eyes meet and he can’t help himself but to smile, though it doesn’t reach the rest of his face.

“I believe in natural predeterminism inscribed on our souls by our great earth mother, not in being a sad sack with whisky dick.”

“Ouch. My ego,” he drones, throwing his palm to his chest in faux hurt. “Like I’m disappointing anyone these days. Cot’s closed, sweetheart.”

“So not why I’m here.” She rolls her eyes and holds her hand out, motioning for the bottle.

“If you crack it open against my floor you owe me a face cord of firewood.” He hands it over by the neck and she takes a fifth straight, wiping her mouth with the back of her glove and gagging. “Christ, bad day?”

“Not yet.” She sighs deeply, clearing her throat of the burn and takes a seat on the floor next to him. “You’re going to be pissed with me. I thought saying anything would just upset you, but you’re still set on doing this,” she waves the wish in her hand, “so. It might help. I don’t know.”

“What are you talking about?” His voice drops decibels, adam’s apple bobbing as he gruffly clears his throat.

“I swear to you I didn’t keep this from you on purpose.” She huffs a sigh and peers up at him guiltily. “You know, Fern crashed in my woods with LSP, but we never spoke. Not until the war.”

“…” his breath gets caught in his lungs, burning.

“I forgot. There was so much going on, back then.” She blinks at him, brows steepled, and covers his hand with her own. “What he said— when I did remember I thought it would just break your heart all over again, so I’ve kept it to myself.”

His hackles raise and defensiveness floods his veins, skin hot and starting to prick with nervous sweat. “Excuse me?” he asks, resistive.

Her eyes hold his though, expression full of pity unchanged. “Finn. Come on.” Her thumb brushes against his knuckles and he shakes her off.

His anger speaks for him, misplaced and protective of his brittle heart. “It’s been a decade and you think I’m like this over some kid I knew for half a minute when we were teenagers?”

“He wasn’t just some kid, I‘ve seen you- you know. Lurking in his tree. It’s a contributing factor in your whole bummer lifestyle because you never processed his death. Or are we still pretending that he has nothing to do with us?” Her voice is gentle but firm, not entertaining his usual evasiveness.

“I'm not doing this,” he snaps, shutting down. He stands and walks to the door, holding it open even though the cold night air will chill the space again. “I am sorry, ‘Tess, for— for whatever you think you know. I can’t rehash it. I’ve buried that shit deep, and it’s gonna stay there.”

“I asked him what he was fighting for. He was dying, falling apart under me, I was just trying to keep him distracted," she barrels ahead anyway. “He looked me in the eye and said ‘same as you.’ Maybe he opened up to me because of what was happening to him, or because he knew we had— you in common, I’m not sure.” She looks at him with such compassionate sympathy that it makes him nauseous. “He adored you, Finn—“ his knees buckle, “—he said he was happy to die for you if it meant he could 'make up for everything that happened after you left him behind’.” She stands and reads the wish, scrutinizing. “If you truly need to do this to be happy… knowing that can’t hurt.”

How he’s able to remain upright he doesn’t know, but a flash of devastation covers his face before he can recover.

“Please, don’t tell me his business,” he rasps, voice wavering. “I can’t,” he begs, croaking out the words through the raw vice of emotion choking him. “I can’t think about it.” He closes his eyes, pleading with his whole body.

He feels a hand brush against his cheek, and her lips press to his softly, whispering “I’ll miss you.”

When he opens his eyes again she’s gone. Bottle and paper placed neatly on his stool. He closes the door and leans against it, hugging himself and breathing hard, face hot with upset. The more he tries to calm himself the closer he comes to hyperventilating, and when the tears start his breathing only worsens. He crams his fist against his mouth and takes a shuddering gasp in, close to wailing over it.

[runnning-outof-time]

Dear K, you've been spoiling us haven't you? First with all your incredible worlds you've been sharing the last days and now this celebrations - congratulations 🎉🎉 I hope the joy of writing never leaves you! I would like to request

9. "Forget I ever said that" with Tommy with a sprinkle of tone-surprise on top

I hope you have fun and can't wait to see what you come up with! Xx

Val!! Thank SO much for your incredibly kind words!! You’ve been such a big supporter and dear friend of mine! I added some surprise into this, but I’m not sure if it’s how you wanted. A post I’d seen on here about this possibility came into mind and I decided to write it out. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

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Good With Horses

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: drinking, smoking, language, brief mention of drug dealing

Word Count: 903

Summary: Tommy lets a secret slip while he and (Y/N) have a chat about his youngest brother.

“I bet Pol’s spoke to ya,” Tommy started as he entered the front sitting room, where (Y/N) was relaxing on one of the couches.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed at his statement, and she watched him as he walked to where the decanters are shelved so that he could grab one and a glass to bring over to where she was sitting. She doesn’t say anything, just watches as he pours himself a glass of whiskey so that he can immediately tip it back. The huffed groan that left his lips after he set the glass down tells her he’s had a long day.

“About what?” she decides to ask him, her brows still furrowed.

Tommy takes a moment to go about lighting himself a cigarette, and he doesn’t speak until after he’d taken a deep drag. “What Finn’s been up to,” he answered, sitting back against the chair as he finally looked at to her.

“She didn’t say anything to me about that,” (Y/N) shook her head, a bit of confusion present on her face now.

A scoff leaves Tommy’s lips and he shakes his head before voicing his thoughts: “she just about ripped my ear off with it earlier.” Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling before he took another drag from the cigarette.

“What’s he done?” she questioned, wanting to know what was going on.

“He’s been off dealing snow. She said that Moss saw him out with some of the junior Blinders.”

“The Blinders you’ve told him he needs to be a part of?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, but I haven’t told him that he needs to be out dealing with them,” he clarified, his eyebrows raised as he let his frustration seep through. “He doesn’t need to be dealing…he isn’t one of the fucking foot soldiers.”

“I don’t know what to say, Tommy…”

“I need to find something else for him to do,” he sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge his nose in hopes to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling. “I can’t have Pol constantly breathin’ down my neck about it.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line as she began thinking of some possibilities that could work for Finn, since it seemed like that was the direction this conversation was heading.

“He can work at the tracks,” she proposed an idea.

“No,” he immediately shot it down.

“Why not?”

“Can’t have him around that side of things. Pol wants him to stay in Birmingham,” he gave the reason.

“He’s just barely sixteen, Tom…what sides of this business should he be able to work around? Maybe it’s not the place for him.”

“He’s gotta stay doing something,” he shot down her idea of having him step away completely. “Needs to be put to work,” he mumbled then, sitting up to rest his elbows on his thighs as he hung his head.

Silence settled around them for a few moments, both being consumed by their thoughts. (Y/N) was the one to speak first: “what if you put him at the yard with Uncle Charlie and Curly?” she suggested, her statement making Tommy look up again. The look of intrigue that flashed in his eyes made her continue. “He could help them with deliveries and also with the horses they have there,” she gave more of an explanation.

“He’ll stick with the horses…I won’t have him messing with the deliveries,” Tommy added his own thoughts to her idea. (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement.

“He’s good with horses, isn’t he?” she asked the question - that should have preceded her suggestion - after wracking her brain and trying to think of any memories that she had of Finn on a horse.

“He’s a Shelby…course he’s good with horses,” he answered, an undertone of pride present in his voice. “He’s a better rider than any of us I think,” he mused after a few moments passed.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop her lips from twisting up into a smile as she heard her husband’s statement. Never did she think that he’d admit the fact that someone in his family could be a better horseman than he was. She was certainly surprised by the admission.

“Hey…” Tommy started, the sound of his voice making (Y/N) look at him again. He took the cigarette out from between his lips and gestured it towards her, his index finger pointing in her direction; his eyebrows raised. “Forget I ever said that,” he insisted, his eyes locked onto hers.

(Y/N) pursed her lips together in hopes that her smile wouldn’t grow any larger, but she was betrayed. A giggle bubbled up passed her lips as she looked down at her lap, hoping that her look of surprise would disappear.

“Eh?” he checked with her when she didn’t respond right away.

She tried to put on as straight a face as possible as she looked up at him again. “I will,” she agreed with a nod.

Tommy nodded in response to her, relaxing back into the chair again. “He’ll work with the horses then,” he settled the matter, his eyes shutting for the first time that day.

The grin reappeared on (Y/N)’s face as she looked over at her relaxing husband. She’d most definitely be telling Polly, Esme, and Ada what he’d just admitted the next time the ladies got together.

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[lunarflux]

x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

part 13: a red aftermath

word count: 2,363

tag: @bruhidkjustwannaread

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John carried you into the Garrison, and immediately, Tommy and Finn met you halfway, their eyes landing on the bloodied mess of your figure.

They laid you out on a table in the back room, away from the windows and the smoke-streaked walls. Arthur and John moved with a surprising mixture of urgency and care, stripping your bloodstained coat off and revealing the ugly red wounds just above your hip and below your collar.

Arthur swore under his breath, examining the injury closely. “They shot you good, didn’t they?”

Your managed a weak nod, the effort draining more of what little energy you had left.

John met Tommy’s eyes over your body. “We need to get the bullets out.”

“Christ,” Arthur muttered, moving to fetch whiskey and bandages from behind the bar. “This is a fucking mess. Finn, you need to get home now. You shouldn't be watching this.”

Tommy didn’t look at you, focusing instead on his fingers working the gunshot wound with careful precision. He could feel the heat of your skin under his fingers, the slick, sticky blood, the sharp pain of the bullet pressing against bone. It was a reminder of just how close you’d come to dying tonight. And he hated that it made something twist tight in his chest, a sensation he didn’t want to name.

You hissed through clenched teeth, your eyes darting toward the ceiling. “Tommy—”

His jaw tightened as you grabbed his wrist, your grip teeming with desperation and fear—fear of the pain and of the aftermath. He wanted to ignore you, just enough to focus on the task at hand, but when he looked up, your eyes met his with a silent plea. You weren't ready. No one would ever be ready for death, but right now, you weren't ready for any of it.

"Arthur, get Jimmy over here now," Tommy commanded firmly, and minutes later Arthur returned with the priest at his side.

Tommy helped you sit upright, taking your face into his hands. He spoke to you gently, "He's going to get the bullets out. It's going to hurt. I'm not going to lie to you, y/n, you're going to feel all of it. You've gotta stay still, and let him work."

You hastily nodded, and while you didn't respond, Tommy still felt the desperation in your grip.

Tommy steadied you. He held the back of your neck, bracing his forehead against yours. His eyes locked on you as if silently saying, Look at me. Just me. No one else is here.

Your screams erupted throughout the Garrison as Jimmy pinched at the open wound in your shoulder, but Tommy wouldn't allow you to break free. He watched helplessly as tears streamed down your face, and he prayed that someway he could take the pain and feel it for you. His hand slowly grew numb.

Jimmy dug into the wound until the bullet hit the table.

Arthur shot him a sideways look, muttering, “There's one more.”

The room fell silent. Jimmy reached for the edge of your shirt and whispered just loudly enough for you and Tommy to hear. "We need to take this off."

You shut your eyes tight. Despite the obviously terrible condition you were already in, the last of your defenses were about to be ripped away. You'd be exposed in a way that would never be comfortable or welcome.

As if he heard the discourse in your mind, Tommy tore away from you, looking sharply at John and Arthur.

"We need privacy."

John shot a sharp glance at Arthur. “We'll go back to the shop. See what we can salvage. The boys should have managed the fire by now.”

When Tommy turned back to you, you were struggling to unbutton your shirt with one hand. With tear-stained cheeks, you cried silently. Tommy put his hand on yours, easing it away as he carried out the burden for you. He slipped the garment off your arms and carefully folded it. Once you were exposed, he nodded to Jimmy.

Jimmy took a deep breath. "Sit behind her, and hold her still. You need to keep pressure on the other wound."

Tommy moved, positioning so you could brace yourself against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his palm firmly on your shoulder. You winced but soon felt the relief in the warmth of his hand.

He held his lips to your temple with his eyes closed as Jimmy worked on you. Every shiver, every whimper and gasp—it molded into his chest. The trembles and the aches—like he was feeling the pain with you.

When it was finally over, you were limp in Tommy's arms. Whether it was from pain or exhaustion, he didn't know, but still, he held you as you drifted off until you were breathing softly against his chest.

The hardest part was cleaning the wound, and he knew better than anyone how that burn lingered long after the bullets were gone.

Jimmy sighed as he leaned forward, elbows propped up against his knees. He held the two bullets in his hands tightly. "She was lucky, Tom. She came really close. The second one nearly missed the lung."

Tommy didn't respond. He just held you while you slept, unwilling to disturb the moment of peace even if it was for relieving news.

He cleared his throat. "I need to take her to Arrow House. Safer there."

"She will need to rest. She needs to heal."

Tommy nodded softly. He stood, carrying you with him with your bloodied jacket draped over your shoulders.

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The room was dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight seeping through the heavy curtains. You shifted under the covers, a sharp jolt of pain radiating from your side. The breath hitched in you throat, and you bit back a groan.

Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light. The rich wooden beams overhead and the faint scent of cigars reminded you that this wasn't the Garrison. You didn't remember the drive to Arrow House. The brothers had insisted you stay here to recover—ordered it, more like.

Another stab of pain wracked your side quickly followed by your shoulder, and you let out a low curse. Moving carefully, you forced yourself upright, fingers brushing against the bandages beneath the large shirt that John haphazardly left for you. The room spun slightly, and you steadied yourself against the headboard.

The sound of footsteps outside the door startled you. A faint knock followed before it creaked open, revealing Arthur’s disheveled form. His brow furrowed when he saw you sitting up, clearly in discomfort.

“Could hear you movin’ about from down the hall,” he muttered, stepping inside. “You alright?”

You tried to muster your usual sharpness but found it dulled by exhaustion. “I’m fine, Arthur. Go back to bed.”

“Don’t look like you’re fine,” John chimed in, appearing in the doorway behind his brother. His hair was ruffled, and he wore a skeptical expression.

“I don’t need an audience,” you said, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

Arthur crossed his arms. “You took a bullet, y/n. Actually, you took two. Don’t think you’re walkin’ this one off without us keepin’ an eye on you.”

Before you could protest further, Tommy’s voice cut through the quiet. “That’s enough.”

Both brothers turned as Tommy stepped into the room, his gaze flicking between you. His face was unreadable, but his tone left no room for argument. “Go back to your rooms. I’ll handle it.”

Arthur hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure? She’s lookin’ worse than she did yesterday.”

Tommy shot him a pointed look. “I said I’ll handle it.”

John exchanged a glance with Arthur, then shrugged. “Alright, Tom. We'll be nearby. Doubt we'll be able to go back to sleep anyway.”

With that, the two brothers disappeared down the hall, their footsteps fading into the distance.

You glared at Tommy, though the effect was weakened by the pale sheen of sweat on your forehead. “Come to chide me for my foolishness?”

Tommy ignored your attempt to rile him up, crossing the room to pour a glass of water from the decanter on the nightstand. He held it out to you. “Drink.”

You wanted to argue, but the dryness in your throat answered first. When you took the glass, your fingers brushed his briefly. The cool water was a relief, but it did little to ease the knot of tension building in the room.

“You should be resting,” he said softly, though no less firm.

“I was,” you shot back, setting the empty glass down. “I do not control how a body heals, even less so, my own.”

Tommy sat down in the chair near the window, his movements deliberate. “At least, you're healing. Could be worse.”

“How comforting,” you muttered, leaning back against the pillows. "Good to see your conversation skills don't falter even in the face of a woman freshly debilitated."

You glanced at Tommy, noticing how the dim light softened his sharp features. He looked tired, though you doubted he’d admit it.

“Why are you still here?” you asked finally.

“To make sure you don’t do anything stupid. I'm sure, even in your current state, you'd try to crawl out the window at the first opportunity.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, though it sent a ripple of pain through your nerves. “Am I that predictable?”

“To me, you are.”

His words hung in the air, neither biting nor soft. You didn’t have a retort for once. You let your head fall back and stared up at the ceiling.

“You shouldn’t care,” you said after a moment, your voice low. “About me, I mean. This whole ordeal wasn't about you.”

Tommy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I could say the same to you. Then again, I could remind you, it's just business.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. Of course, he would throw your words back at you, but he was only able to do so because it was no longer true. Not that it really ever was.

He stood abruptly, smoothing his hands over his vest. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

As he turned to leave, you spoke quietly. “Thank you.”

Tommy paused in the doorway, his hand on the frame. He didn’t look back. The door closed behind him, and you were left alone with the shadows, the aches, and the undeniable realization that you were both too far in to turn back now.

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The ache in your side dulled to a persistent throb, but it was enough to pull you from sleep once again. You groaned softly, shifting against the pillows as you tried to find a more comfortable position. The clock on the nightstand read just past two in the morning, and the house was silent except for the faint creaking of wood beneath the wind.

This time, you didn’t bother trying to move. The thought of waking anyone—especially Tommy—seemed far less troublesome than an ache. Your breath hitched as the pain struck again. You pushed your face into one of the pillows, hoping the cushion would muffle your swears.

A moment later, the door creaked open.

Tommy watched you for a moment. His face was shadowed in the dim light, but his presence was unmistakable.

“You're still uncomfortable,” he said simply, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“You’re making a habit of keeping an eye on me when its least wanted,” you mumbled, sinking back into the pillows.

Tommy didn’t reply, instead crossing the room to sit in the chair by the window. His movements were calm, deliberate, as if he’d planned this. You wondered how long he'd been awake or if he'd slept at all. For all you knew, he could have been sitting just outside your door, waiting until he heard you stir.

“You should be resting,” he said, echoing his words from the night before.

“Déjà vu,” you groaned, but there was no real bite in your tone.

Tommy’s gaze flicked to your bandaged side, his expression unreadable. “How bad is it?”

“I'm sure you've been shot at before, so you've heard it all. It’s manageable.”

“That why you’re awake?”

“Why are you awake?”

Tommy leaned back in the chair. “I don’t sleep much. And I wasn't going to let you pretend like you didn't need someone's help. Even if the only help I could offer was my own.”

“You didn’t need to come.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

You didn’t like this, this quiet attention he gave you. It made you feel seen in a way you weren't ready to accept or acknowledge as genuine.

“I don’t like being looked after,” you said finally, voice softer than intended.

“I’ve noticed.”

You couldn’t help the faint smirk that tugged at your lips. “Tommy Shelby, you see right through me.”

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze drifting to the floor for a moment. “You’ve been on your own for a long time. It shows.”

“I manage.”

“Barely."

Your eyes narrowed, but the fight drained from you quickly. You were too tired, too raw to argue. “I was fine before you. I'll be fine after you're long gone. Such is life.”

The words were cold, but the way he stayed, the way he watched you so closely, told you he wouldn't leave even if logic told her there was no reason for him to. The silence fell again, but this time it felt different. Less tense, more fragile. You leaned back against the pillows, you eyelids growing heavier despite the pain.

“You don’t have to stay,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Tommy replied, his voice steady.

But he didn’t leave.

Instead, he stayed in the chair by the window, his presence a quiet reassurance in the darkness. You let your eyes close, the sound of his even breathing lulling you into a restless sleep. And though you wouldn’t admit it, the knowledge that he was there, that he cared enough to stay, brought you a comfort you hadn’t felt in years.

[madhatterbri]

Shopping Around | F.B.

Summary: Shopping for Sexy lingerie for your current BF with your male bestie who's hiding his embarrassment because he happens to have a crush on you, but he's too scared to tell you. Finn and could be festive if you want. 18+.

Requested by: @new-zealand-chic

Finn Balor Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @terrortwinunicorn @misskukinz95 @magicalbuttertarts @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

"Just one more, please. He didn't want to come, and I want to make sure it's perfect for tonight," Y/N begged.

Finn rolled his eyes, but she knew she won. She smiled brightly at him and went back into the fitting room. He started to scroll through his phone as he waited. When the door to the locker room opened, he nearly dropped his phone.

"What do you think?" She asked with a giggle. Y/N didn't need his opinion. She felt so pretty in it like nothing could tear her down.

This is my favorite!

"Oh, um, you look, um," he stammered over himself. His eyes couldn't leave her chest as they practically spilled out of the Mrs. Clause lingerie.

"You aren't going to buy that are you?" Her boyfriend asked. He walked in the fitting room area with two of his friends.

Finn glared at him yet saw the look in Y/N's eyes. She wanted to cry from his hurtful words and embarrassment. "I-I was. It was a surprise for you. I wanted to look nice,"

"Just put it back and stop wasting the salesperson's time, Y/N," he told her.

"Okay," she told him and hurried back in the fitting room. Her boyfriend glared at Finn before walking away. The wrestler could hear the boyfriend muttering about the two of them. When the coast was clear, he knocked on Y/N's fitting room door. He could hear her crying.

"Y/N, are you o-," he paused. What a stupid question. Of course, she wasn't okay. The so called love of her life just trashed her while she was trying to pick out sexy lingerie for him. He was shocked when the door was suddenly opened and she saw still wearing the dress.

"It's stuck. Can you just help me get it off?" She asked. Before he could answer, Y/N grabbed his hand and led him inside.

The sad woman turned her back to him and moved her hair to the side. Finn started to pull on the zipper, but it wouldn't budge. The fabric was stuck in the zipper. No force of nature would allow the zipper to come undone.

"It's stuck, Y/N," Finn sighed and started to pull the zipper down harder.

"It's fine, just get a salesperson and they will help me,"

Being the stubborn man that he is, he continued to pull on the zipper. "No, I can do it,"

"You are going to rip it," she warned.

"I'm not going to rip it. I just-"

The fabric ripped, and she gasped. Finn saw the tear by the ripper. She could certainly take it off now.

"I will just buy it and buy you a new one," he told her.

Y/N told him not to worry about it. He insisted that she should wear that lingerie. It looked amazing on her. They started to argue about the lingerie. She was degrading herself, and he was trying to build her up. Finn had enough.

"I don't even know why you are with that guy. Any man would crawl through hell to be with you," he told her. "Open your eyes, Y/N,"

"Oh really? Walk through hell? Who?" She asked. She stared into his eyes.

Finn stared at her. Time felt like it stopped. This was his chance, probably his last, to ever get a real shot at her.

"Me," he admitted. Before she could think of a reply, he kissed her. The kiss was sweet. He couldn't hide his shock when she kissed him back. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

His lips trailed south to her neck and breasts. His thumbs swirled around her nipples. She pushed her chest out towards him.

"Finn," she breathed. Her fingers traced through his hair. He hummed in response and kissed lower. His thumbs hooked around the underwear and slid them down to pool around her bare feet.

Y/N watched in amazement. Her mouth dropped open as her lungs fought to breathe. She always suspected he had a thing for her. Whenever he was in town, he went everywhere with her.

"We are in a fitting room," she whispered.

"For now, we are, yes," he told her. Finn kissed and nipped at her inner thighs. He placed her thigh over his shoulder. She leaned against the wall for support. "I'm going to eat one of my presents now and when we get back to my place I'm going to show Mrs. Clause how naughty I can really be,"

Stars. The first thing Y/N could see was stars the moment his tongue lapped between her legs. His skilled tongue worked her up and down. She squirmed, yet his hands pushed her waist to the wall.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine him doing this. She swore up and down that this must be a cruel nightmare. His finger slid slowly inside of her. He added another followed by one more. His fingers curled, and soon he found the spot he was looking for.

"Finn, I'm- I'm," she whimpered. The pressure in the lower part of her belly gave way. Her body jerked and tensed. He pushed his face deeper in between her legs. Nothing was to go to waste. The pair started to catch their breath as he placed her leg back down.

Finn stared in her eyes as he licked his fingers clean. They stared into each other's eyes as if their minds were having a conversation. Her mind drifted off to what was to come when he drove them to his place.

[ama0310]

The President's Daughter (2)

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: Sorta lol

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Now it's training day for the tributes.

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Arianna would be lying if she said she didn't like training.

She did. She trains everyday for at least two hours. Last week she threw knives at holograms for four hours straight and loved it.

Even after winning her games she knew she had to be prepared for everything. At fifteen she realized how unprepared she was for life, and she was never going to feel that way again.

What she didn't like was having to train with nineteen other people that will want to murder her for their own survival. Obviously minus Mags, Finnick, her district partner, and Johanna.

It's not that she was worried. She just never wanted to return to how inhumane she was all those years ago. Training for fun was one thing, but training for the Hunger Games was completely different.

"Snow White in the flesh. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She smiles instantly turning around finding Finnick in his uniform.

"My fisherman." He laughed and put his arm around her walking her through the training center towards Mags.

She looked at each District pairs stopping her eyes at the District 1 pair throwing their knives at the holograms. Gloss smirks at Cashmere before meeting Arianna's eyes and winks.

Finnick pulls her her towards him glancing at the man, "What's that about? Making an alliance with the Careers?"

She shakes her head looking around to District 3 trying to create fire, "Nope." She then turns to see Finnick staring right at her. "I'm serious. Gloss invited me to the Careers and I told him I would ask you. You're the only alliance I really care about and you know it."

"I was thinking about the newbies." Though Arianna knew that's where he was heading she was skeptical. The girl seemed nice, but her father gave her one rule and it was to not fraternize with the enemy. And Katniss is his #1 enemy currently. "Unless you weren't?"

She runs a hand through her hair, "Can we even trust them Finn? At least with the careers we know they'll have our back until the end."

"I'm sure Gloss would stab me before we even make it halfway." Jealousy bright in his eyes. Gloss definitely had a crush on Arianna, he doesn't blame him though, everyone does.

She ruffles his hair up a bit, "And I would make sure every ounce of blood drains slowly and agonizingly out of his body if he does that."

"My wicked Snow White." He smirks at her threat. He knows if the roles were reversed he would do the same thing. That's how their relationship goes. Even outside of the games every time there was a possible threat towards his girl he was always one step ahead already ready to rip some heads off. She boops his nose before continuing their walk down the pathway.

The moment they made it to the hooks sections she immediately hugged Mags, "Let me see what you're doing Mags." The old lady smiles big before licking her fingers and continuing her work.

Finnick couldn't help but admire the girl as she was following Mags' directions. She was captivating. He couldn't help but stare. Realizing he was staring a little bit too long he starts observing the rest of the Victors. He then noticed Katniss on the other side looking at the ropes. He comes up next to her and grabs onto the rope she was tying (horribly).

"Girl on Fire can't even tie a rope. Hm interesting. Here let me. "He starts wrapping the rope around his hand twirling each strand beautiful. "Let me show you the best knot in the arena." Katniss still stares at him annoyance visible on her face making him chuckle. "Arianna better not see you staring at me. Look at the knot not my beautiful face. This is the bit where it gets complicated."

He then puts it around his neck, tightens it until it's snug against his throat. He grabs the end of the rope, "And this is for...well you know..." He then pretends to be hanging.

The girl in front of him smiles sarcastically, "Fun"

He turns to the girl offering her the end of his rope, "Do you want to take me for a walk?"

Katniss glared at the man about the leave when she retorts, "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend that?"

He chuckles keeping the rope around his neck before pointing to the Knives section. "She's a bit busy being a badass right now."

The duo walks towards where all the tributes seem to be admiring the young girl.

As the first holographic target flickered to life, Arianna's hand moved with lightning speed. A gleaming silver knife soared through the air, embedding itself precisely in the center of the target.

A particularly challenging hologram materialized—a ferocious muttation with razor-sharp teeth. The tension in the air thickened as Arianna locked eyes with the holographic beast.

With a swift, controlled motion, she flung a set of knives in rapid succession, hitting the muttation's vulnerable points. The hologram dissipated in a burst of light, and the crowd erupted into cheers

Arianna, unfazed by the attention, took a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a nod and a confident smile then hugs a proud-looking Mags. "This is my go-to knife and now it's yours. Use it well."

As people were finally going back to their training she stops in front of Katniss and Finnick.

She looks at the rope around his neck while raising her eyebrow. She twirls the loose end of the rope around her hand and tugs hard making him immediately lose his balance and lean towards the girl smirking. "I like this."

Finnick couldn't help but reciprocate the feeling. "You and me both...I was just showing Girl on Fire here the best knot in the arena."

Arianna ties her up in a ponytail before crossing her arms. " You learned from the master. He was the one to teach me many years ago how to do that. When he wasn't even my mentor." She then points to where she was. "I was teaching Mags how to throw a knife. I think she was too busy hyping me up to actually be looking."

"Couldn't leave Snow White in distress. The best part of the Hunger Games is the rope tying." Arianna lightly hit his chest. "And let's be honest here Mags definitely agreed to the demonstration so she can show you off. Very wise woman she is."

Katniss cleared her throat making the duo look at her. Peta also decided to stand next to his fiancé. "That was impressive."

The short compliment made the girl smile, "Don't worry you won't be at the end of my throws." Peta sighed in relief making the duo laugh out loud. "Hopefully we'll be able to be allies, right Finnick?" He nods and winks at Katniss before following the girl pulling his rope.

"If I knew you liked being dominant I would've given you a rope a long time ago." Arianna couldn't help but laugh letting the rope go and taking it off him, she caressed her hand around the rawish area. An intimate yet beautiful moment between the two. Both looking at one another intensely.

Peta and Katniss were still looking at the pair who were a few feet away from them. "So what do you think?"

Katniss really didn't know what to think. Finnick's threat last time ran through her head. Seeing them now definitely solidifies her thoughts of them being together.

It's very interesting seeing those two claim they're not together yet so openly show their care for one another. A part of her loves the idea of a true love connection at the games, but she can't really see the playboy of the capitol and the tyrants' daughter together as a symbol of love.

Now the two were at the plants section with Arianna quickly matching all the plants correctly. "She's brilliant and skilled, but I don't trust either of them."

Peta liked the duo. He understands Katniss' skepticism, but he also doesn't want the duo as possible enemies especially if they're so willing to be allies.

He put an arm on her shoulder, "If we get Arianna, then we get Finnick, Mags, and Johanna by association. It honestly makes sense."

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"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch folds his hands giving their duo a smile.

"I want Arianna."

[supercap2319]

Y/N watched the four Mikaelson brothers form a tight circle around him as they all moved around him, eyes fixated on him. He swallowed and smirked. "You know to anyone else this would look quite lewd. Four brothers surrounding one guy. It's like a supernatural gangbang. Do I just drop my pants now?"

"Don't be, crass." Elijah said.

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for that later, Darling." Kol winked.

"Brother Kol, please keep your mind clear." Finn said.

"This is about training you, Luv. To combat the enemies of my family and me." Klaus said.

"Well, your enemies list is longer than Kol willy."

Kol was the first to strike. He speeded towards him as Y/N thrusted out his hand as Kol went flying back from an explosion aimed at his chest. His neck hit a nearby tree with a sickening crunch as he fell to the floor. Finn and Elijah came from both sides of his side vision as he held his hands out in a stop motion. Both brothers were suspended by telekinesis until Y/N moved his hands and their necks snapped.

Klaus sped behind him and hand his arm around his neck, wooden stake pointed at his chest. "Checkmate, Luv. You're dead."

"Not yet." In a whisper he disappeared from Klaus's grasp as he looked around. "Come on out, Y/N. Cowardness wouldn't save you from the enemy." He walked around the forest until the wooden stake was ripped from his grasp as it floated towards Y/N's hands. He smirks as he throws the stake back at Klaus, who easily catches it. "Was that supposed to be your plan? Give me back the object that can kill you?"

"That was the plan." He waved his hand and suddenly Klaus's hand staked himself in the chest. He looked at him before Y/N snapped his neck too. "Wow, that was easier than I thought." He teased.

[katz-rambles]

My first Finn ask!! Yay! I hope this is good!

"I watched arcane for the plot." The plot:

(fluff, gn!reader, a little smidge of a jealous reader, I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Your job is pretty easy, you may have a bunch of stuff to do. But it's not too stressful, especially since your boss is none other than your husband. You're sitting on the edge of his desk as he's going on about the stuff that happened today, how the assignment he gave the chem barons got messed up by the firelights. You're not even sure if you're fully listening, you're honestly just staring at him. His words go in one ear and out the other, but the way his voice scratches your brain enables you from diverting your attention.

The moment is interrupted by a loud knock at the door, you quickly hop off his desk and take your place beside him. “Come in.” Finn's voice drones, clearly already uninterested and the person isn't even inside his office yet. One of the chem-baroness’ awkwardly steps inside the office, you don't recognize her, although you've seen her around. Finn looks up from his desk, his gaze staring holes in the poor woman, he leans back in his chair and motions for her to start talking, and she does. Finn listens to her, not as intently as she would have liked, occasionally butting in to give his comments, though he doesn't do or say much else.

When she leaves there's a, uncomfortable, silence that takes over the room. You have to give it to her, she goes on for a long while, longer than you would have liked, but it's impressive nonetheless. Although you felt like ripping her hair out halfway through when she started to give Finn the ‘fuck me’ eyes, though you don't blame her, and if it weren't for Finn grabbing your thigh and silently telling you no, you would have.

You scoff, “I don't think I've ever heard someone talk so long before.” You sit back up on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs over so you're facing Finn this time. One of his hands rests comfortably on your thigh, rubbing it as he shakes his head, fighting a smile. “She made some interesting points.” He looks up at you, leaning his cheek on your knee, the cold metal of his prosthetic jaw causes you to flinch away from him. He laughs at your antics and gives your knee a kiss, as good of a kiss as he can.

You grab on to his left arm, lifting it up to grab his hand. You trace your finger over the cold metal of the wedding band that adorns his ring finger. He chuckles and his eyes flick down to your own wedding band. “I have no idea how no one has noticed yet,” you think out loud, your finger trailing up his ring finger and up his arm, tracing some of his tattoos. “I mean, it's not like we actively hide it.” You finish your thought, looking at the tattoo on his chest and tracing it with your finger, he sighs and grabs your hand. “I don't know.” He brings your hand up to kiss your palm.

You slide off the desk and into his lap, placing your arms around his neck, as he lets go of your hand, moving to cup your face, he brings his face closer, connecting your lips together. A soft kiss, his silent way of saying ‘I love you.’ You reciprocate before pulling away and resting your forehead on his. You smile and he kisses you again, it's a little awkward to kiss someone with a prosthetic jaw, but you've gotten used to it.

It's these soft moments that you two have together to remind you both that, no matter what, you will always have each other. “Till death do us part.” He mumbles into the kiss and you laugh breathlessly. “Till death do us part.” You repeat him, resting your head on his shoulder. Both of you enjoying the peace of the moment.

[merymoonbeam]

Shadow and seer-Fionn-Elriel

Hofas spoilers

This is just a speculation but in hofas Silene gave this information.

My mother eventually trusted only Helena and myself to seek the truth. She knew we could be of great use to her, because we bore the shadows as well as starlight.

Helena and Silene both have shadow and starlight power.

Theia= starborn

So they got the starlight power from Theia. They must have gotten their shadow power from Fionn then? Bc he is their father.

So this made me think...in mythology fionn is a seer.

Fionn mac Cumhaill often anglicized Finn McCool or MacCool, is a hero in Irish mythology, as well as in later Scottish and Manx folklore. He is the leader of the Fianna bands of young roving hunter-warriors, as well as being a seer and poet. He is said to have a magic thumb that bestows him with great wisdom. He is often depicted hunting with his hounds Bran and Sceólang, and fighting with his spear and sword. The tales of Fionn and his fiann form the Fianna Cycle or Fenian Cycle (an Fhiannaíocht), much of it narrated by Fionn's son, the poet Oisín.

So what if...fionn in acotar was also a seer? What if that's how elain and azriel are also connected?

Bc that would mean...

Fionn: a seer and shadow powers

Elain: a seer

Azriel: shadowsinger

Is that how they are connected? Is that how elain could use the tt? 👀👀

Bc we know tt and gwydion are twin to each other. And Gwydion was Fionn's sword. Tt was his friend's—Enalius.

And in acowar elain used tt. Maybe bc that's the reason why. Maybe being a seer has some kind of connection to it. Just like being a starborn is connected to wielding the gwydion and its powers.

But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

And we know from Bryce that knife has some kind of shadow powers.

Bryce threw her power into the Starsword, light ripping through the black blade, willing it to tear this fucking monster apart—She willed it into Truth-Teller, and shadows flowed—

So that's all.

[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound Vampire AU - Part 4

In this AU, syndicate families prowl, snatching hapless victims off the streets to serve as playthings and bloodbags for their amusement and sustenance. Concept is introduced in this post, where instead of being shot and permanently disabled escaping the Stormbecks in Book 3, Sam is mortally wounded and Turned by Gavin (who is a Vampire.) Continued in this post, where Isaac waits for Sam to emerge from their room to drink for the first time…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Honor Bound Masterlist

AO3

Contents: vampire!Sam, vampire!Gavin, blood loss, almost passing out, blood, mild gore, vampire venom, blood drinking, guilt, rehydrating, sun sensitivity

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Isaac tried to get up before Gavin returned with Sam. With one hand still pressed to his throat, he leaned on the couch, trying to pus himself to his feet. Darkness flooded his vision. His stomach heaved, and his ears rang. He sank back against the couch, sweat prickling under his shirt. Blood seeped from the wounds under his hand. 

The pain was so familiar. The wounds were so, so familiar. The throbbing was worse, though, because of Sam’s inexperienced strike - and how Gavin had ripped Sam away from him before they could retract their fangs from his flesh. Something was torn, he thought. The skin was certainly slashed wider than under Gavin’s expert bites. 

He pressed his hand harder to the wound. Gavin wouldn’t be long, now. Still, Isaac’s head spun. He stretched himself flat on the floor. Blood soaked into his shirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Being flat was better. He didn’t feel quite so… cold. He let his eyes fall shut. He drifted. 

A draft like death ghosted over Isaac. His eyes fluttered open. Gavin leaned over him, his eyes fixed on Isaac’s throat like a stalking animal. Isaac swallowed tightly and looked around for Sam. They stood in the corner, a glow on their cheeks - but it was not a glow from the coming sunrise. It was blood, Isaac’s and Gray’s, that was causing the effect. They stared at Isaac, guilt and shame creeping over their face. They didn’t come any closer. 

“I’m alright,” Isaac croaked, and tried again to get up. Gavin’s iron grip on his shoulder pushed him back down. 

“You’re not,” Gavin said, voice cast low. “They’ve torn open the last wounds I left.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam whimpered from their spot along the wall.

“It’s not your fault, Sam,” Isaac said, hand still clamped firmly on his own neck. “It’s not. You… you were just…”

“Thirsty,” Sam finished. “I was just thirsty.” Their eyes were so sad, so frightened. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.”

“I can get Finn,” Isaac said. Gavin’s hand remained on his shoulder. “Or. Or you can.” 

Gavin shook his head. “I can help, a little.” He reached up and touched behind the angle of his jaw, massaged there. His lips parted and Isaac saw the flash of Gavin’s fangs. As Gavin massaged, the tips began to glisten, beads of venom forming at the ends. The drips fell onto Gavin’s tongue, then more formed, then more. Finally, Gavin leaned forward, gently pulling Isaac’s hand away from his throat. He laved his tongue over the torn flesh, spreading the venom in a thin, oily layer. The bleeding slowed, stopped. Gavin still washed his tongue over Isaac’s neck, licking up the blood, now starting to clot, until the skin was clean. Gavin stayed with his nose in the crook of Isaac’s neck, taking in deep, steady breaths. 

“Gavin?” Isaac breathed, unmoving. Instinct held him fast. 

Gavin let out a heavy exhale. “Sorry.” He pulled away, eyes dark and crimson with thirst. 

Isaac watched him with wide eyes. “It’s… it’s okay.” He passed his fingers over the wounds Sam had made. The skin was still torn, but the bleeding had stopped. “I didn’t know your venom could… I mean…”

Gavin stared at the floor. “You didn’t notice you bled less when I used my venom?”

“No.” Isaac swallowed. The movement was painful. “I was always…” Always too blissed-out. 

Gavin nodded. “Well… yeah, it… yeah. It does that.” He glanced back at Sam. “You can come forward. You won’t hurt him.”

Sam stared at Isaac, looking like they were about to cry. He offered them a weak smile. They stepped forward. 

“I’ve… never felt anything like that before,” Sam rasped. “Isaac… I’m sorry. If I… try to do that again…”

“You will get thirsty again,” Isaac said. He used the couch to drag himself up to sitting and this time, his vision held. “It’s alright. And when that happens, you’ll drink.”

Sam’s throat bobbed. They hesitated, then nodded once. They walked forward on shaking legs until they finally sank to their knees in front of him. He reached out a hand to them. They took it. Their hand was cold. 

Gavin shifted, and then was on his feet in the time it took Isaac to blink. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cup full to the brim with water. “Here,” he said gently, passing it to Isaac. “Drink.” Isaac drank deeply. He was so thirsty, and a little hungry, too. He raised his eyes to the clock on the wall behind Gavin. It was still early, but dawn was coming.

“I-I need to check the drapes,” he said, reaching out to hand Gavin the cup again. “Make sure the house is safe. With the sun–”

“It’s been done, Isaac,” Gavin said, pushing the cup back. “I checked the night we brought Sam back. You need to rest. Drink.”

Isaac looked at Sam. They were staring behind him, at the thick drapes pulled shut in front of the large living room windows. It was as if their weakness to the sun was just now occurring to them. 

Isaac wet his lips. “But–”

Gavin’s eyes flashed. “Please don’t make me thrall you again, Isaac,” he said harshly.

With that, Isaac relented. He took another long gulp of water. Sam squeezed his hand. 

“So, no more going outside for me, huh?” they said weakly.

“Not during the day,” Gavin said. He lifted his head just as the first ray of light hit the drapes, illuminating the deep purple fabric and casting a dark tint over the room. “Not during the day.”

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TVD - Season 4 Ep 12

"A View to a Kill"

Do I even have to say it? Elena and Jeremy killing Kol was the stupidest, most nonsensical thing I've seen on this show so far and that's saying a lot. There is no way in hell that Kol, an Original, was killed by Jeremy, a 16-year-old human (I know he's a hunter but still), and Elena, a baby vampire who's been a vampire for a couple of months at most. Kol is over a 1000 years old!

How? Like....Ughhhh! He didn't even want to kill Jeremy, just cut his arms off (ok not saying that's good but he said "I'll heal you with my blood" so...). He easily could've killed Elena, but he didn't. When he stabbed her, he stabbed her in the stomach, not the heart.

Also, it just felt OOC for Elena to be so willing to kill someone. Like "Oh yeah let's just kill him and by killing Kol we'll kill thousands of other vampires" ...Wasn't Elena supposed to be this really compassionate person because I don't see her anywhere. 😒😒😒

.....NO! THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE! There's no way Elena was able to hold Kol for that long. Also, very convenient for her that she saw that Kol had the white oak stake with him cause his jacket was open (smells like plot convenience to me hmm...). And ofc they put vervain in the water system the day Elena decided to kill Kol...🙄🙄🙄

DAMN IT, I LIKED HIM! I know they bring him and Finn back for TO but that's irrelevant rn. Ever since they introduced him back in s3 they just kept on nerfing tf out of him. He's an Original damn it, he is more powerful than all of them. It shouldn't be possible for Damon to snap his neck and it should definitely not be possible for a human teenager and a baby vampire to kill him!

What tf was the point of making the Originals so powerful when a baby vampire and a human were able to kill one? Like who wrote this nonsense? 💀💀💀

Klaus and the others better take some revenge! Like, there need to be some repercussions for this!!! We saw Bekah cry when Stefan told her but like, that's not enough? I need revenge!

Also, Bonnie is kind of annoying me? Ever since that stupid professor showed her expression or whatever it's called she's been on my nerves idk. Literally, everyone rn on this show is annoying me lol 😭

Why didn't Kol compel Elena to stay put when he stabbed her? Like, don't tell me she was on vervain? There's no way she drank the water or did she? Or he ofc just didn't think of it.

Klaus's reaction to seeing Kol's body on fire and the way Elena flinched when he yelled "He was supposed to suffer on MY TERMS! "...yeah someone pls give my man Joseph an Oscar cause that was acting! Klaus better keep his promise and burn their stupid house down!

Where is Elijah? PLS COME BACK WE NEED YOU SO BAD! 😭😭

RIP MY BABY I'LL MISS YOU! YOU WERE SO CUTE AND SASSY AND CHAOTIC I LOVED YOU! 😟😟💔 (also how do we feel about the bangs lol)

[iluvchick3nz]

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NASMSn/ clip of baby Taylor swift but it gave me SUCH baby leo vibes the way she says “thank you!…thanks for saying that!” and it just made me think of the cubs watching each others home videos

I am not going to lie- I am not a Taylor Swift fan, nor am I really on TikTok. And I don't pay much attention to celebrities in general, so I DEFINITELY don't get the reference, BUT I love love LOVE home movies. My parents have some of my brothers and I that I love, so I thought it'd be cool to have an O'Hara Brother Feature.

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !

“Oh-ho, look at these gems,” Finn laughed. He had a box open in front of him on the ground, laden with VHS tapes in his parent’s Hamptons house living room. “A blast from the past.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He came up behind Finn to put a hand on his back, glass of wine held in the other. “What are those?”

“These, my baby, are old family movies.” Finn smiled at the dates scribbled on the back. “Oh man, we gotta put these in. I think we still have the VHS player under the TV.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, kissing the top of his head. It smelled salty like the sea, and musky, like Finn. “I’ll go get Le.”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “Tell him to get out of the kitchen and sit down. He’s doing too much.”

Logan laughed and straightened. “I’ll try, but your mother’s recipe book collection is hard to pull him away from.”

Sure enough, when he entered the large kitchen, Leo was sat at the granite countertop on a barstool, humming to himself and flipping through one of Haley’s cookbooks. He had an entire stack of a half dozen in front of him, and a piece of paper that he kept tearing up and using to create bookmarks. Logan watched his back fondly for a moment before sidling up to him and kissing his cheek. “What are you reading, soleil?”

“Falafel fritters with a tomato and carrot cream,” Leo said. He didn’t even turn to look at Logan, eyes focused on the page. “It’s in this new vegan book Haley got, I think I’ll make it as an appetiser tomorrow.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan replied. He pressed soft kisses to the skin under Leo’s ear. “Leo.”

“One second.” Leo’s eyes were still glued to the recipe and he ripped some paper to make a bookmark, then turned to drape his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “Hi. Hi, sweetheart, hi.” He kissed Logan softly. “Sorry, I’ve been so focused.”

“Non, it’s good,” Logan said gently with a smile. He ran a palm up and down Leo’s side. “You’re so relaxed. You sleep better here.”

Leo nodded. “I think it’s the air. And the food. I like having time to cook more.” He perked up and turned to another cookbook. “Which reminds me, I also saw this Yemeni recipe for lamb, it looks really good.” He flipped through a few pages, brows furrowed, and Logan leaned his head on his shoulder. “I can’t remember what page it’s on, I’m sure I bookmarked it-”

“Ouais, mon coeur, sounds good,” Logan murmured into his skin. He took the book gently from Leo’s hands and set it down. “We can go to the farmer’s market tomorrow for vegetables and to the butcher’s the next town over. And there’s the spice shop right beside it, ouais?”

Leo was nodding. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “Ouais, sounds good.” He took Logan’s glass for a sip of wine and then set it on the counter. “C’mere,” he said, folding Logan into a hug. With Leo sat down like that, they were closer in height, and it was easier for Logan to tuck his face into his neck. Leo let out a deep sigh. “I’m so happy here. I feel so much better.”

“I know,” Logan whispered. He felt the tension in his muscles ease. “You’re so beautiful here.” He pulled back to kiss Leo gently a few times then took his hands. “C’mon. Fish found some home movies he wants to show us.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. He turned to organize the cookbooks back together. “Can’t miss that. You want more wine, honey?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, merci.” He looped his arms around Leo’s neck when he turned around. He stood on Leo’s socked feet with a smile. “Just you. You and rouge.”

Leo grinned at him walked them a few steps before grabbing Logan under his thighs and picking him up. Logan gasped out a laugh and squeeze Leo’s hips with his thighs. “Soleil.”

“It’s the vacation bliss, honey,” he said matter-of-factly. His blue eyes were twinkly and happy. “Let’s go see our boy.”

Back in the living room, Finn had seemingly figured out how to work the VHS player and was flicking the television on. He smiled up from the couch when they came in. “Hello, lovers.” He raised his eyebrows. “Lo, did you somehow lose function in your feet on vacation?”

“Non,” Logan said. Leo brought him closer to the couch and he gently transferred himself from Leo’s arms and onto the cushions. “Non, but vacation means I get to be carried around.”

“And what about our Leo?” He patted his lap. “Come sit, sunshine.”

“Hi,” Leo said as he straddled Finn’s waist. “What’d you find, sweetheart?”

Finn caressed Leo’s ribs. “Home movies of Al and I when we were little. I wanna watch them.” He leaned in to kiss Leo softly, and Logan loved how gentle he always was with them. “Having fun being a personal climbing gym?”

Leo laughed, his face flushing. “Loads,” he said. “If you can be mine.”

“Count on it baby, hold on.”

Finn abruptly stood up, clutching one hand under Leo’s thigh and the other around his back, and dipped him towards the ground. Leo’s face was red with laughter and his curls hung freely away from his head as he tilted it back. “Fish, your back-”

“You’re not hurting me,” Finn said through his snickering, love written all over his face as he bent to kiss at Leo’s neck exaggeratedly. “I could just eat you for dessert.”

“No,” Leo laughed, his biceps flexing where they were wrapped around Finn’s shoulders. 

“No?” Finn asked incredulously. He straightened and boosted Leo higher in his arms with a pout. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Logan and I love eating you for dessert.” He turned to look at Logan. “Isn’t that right, Lo, baby?”

“Ouais, my favorite,” Logan sighed with a soft smile. He brought his feet up under him and tilted his head to lay back against the cushions. “Allez, ici.”

Finn placed another kiss on Leo’s cheek and sat back down on the couch, Leo swinging a leg around to settle down on his other side. Logan threw his legs across their laps and poked Leo’s thigh with his toes. “Le.”

Leo snorted but massaged his arches with his thumbs. “What excuse do you have for foot rubs? I thought they stopped functioning.” 

Logan just looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Non, they didn’t. They’re sore.”

Leo just kissed his ankle.

Meanwhile, Finn had switched over to the right input on the TV. He briefly lifted Logan’s legs up to go to the player and press ‘play’, then sat back down with an excited little shimmy. “I have no idea how long these are, but the date should be when I was about a year and a half and Alex about five. Should be pretty funny.”

Leo chuckled. “I bet. You’ve both been trouble makers since you were born.”

“Hush,” Finn said teasingly. “I am an esteemed gentleman.”

“Non,” Logan snorted. “Non, you’re not.” He reached for Finn’s hand and kissed it. “But you’re very sweet.

“Well, we know how you feel about sweet things, huh, sweet thing?” Finn retorted. He rubbed a palm up and down Logan’s thigh. “Oh, shit, it’s loaded.”

They all turned their heads to look at the screen. Logan recognized the O’Hara’s brownstone living room, but there was carpet instead of hardfloor and the video was a bit grainy. Ramsey was sat on the floor, hair a little bit less gray and thicker, but still that deep auburn that was signature to the O’Hara’s. He had black glasses with overly large rectangular frames, and his eyes were trained on the foam blocks in front of him. Beside him was-

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said fondly. “You were so cute! Oh, look at you.”

Finn, no more than a toddler, was sat next to his father in just a pull-up. His face was freckly, all though not as much as in adulthood, and his hair was still red and thick, much thicker than a normal toddler’s. He was a bit chubby and his eyes were still toasty brown and wide, trained on Ramsey as his father tried to demonstrate how to stack blocks on top of one another. Finn was watching him carefully. 

“Finn, baby,” Haley, who was filming, said. “Whatcha doing?”

Finn turned and gave her a toothy grin, exactly the same one he gave Logan and Leo every day. “Mama.”

Haley laughed. “Hi, baby. You having fun with dad?”

“Yeah, bud,” Ramsey cooed. He held up a blue rectangle. “Can you stack it for me?”

Finn furrowed his brow and nodded, taking the block from his father and placing it on top of the small pile. He smiled, proud of his work. “Mama, look!”

“I see baby!” Haley laughed. “Can you tell me the colors, please?”

Finn nodded, and rattled them off from bottom to top. Red, blue, yellow, green, pink- he stumbled over the world ‘purple’, which made his father laugh and run a hand over the top of his head. “Purple, buddy.”

“Poi-pur-purple.”

Haley and Ramsey cooed over him again, and he bounced happily where he was sat on the floor- until someone else came into the frame. 

“Mom!” a little Alex O’Hara called. “Mom, I don’t know where my skates are. I want to bring them in for show and tell.”

He walked further into the frame then, a spitting image of Finn- or, really, Finn was a spitting image of him- but older and taller. He stopped when he saw his mom with the camera, and went up to hug at her legs eagerly. “Can I see myself?”

“What’s the magic word?” Ramsey asked.

“Please?”

“Sure, honey, hold on.” There was a movement, presumably Haley flipping the little video screen on the side over to display Alex to himself. “There you go, can you see?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said. He was checking himself out in the camera, smoothing his hair back slightly. His eyes brightened suddenly. “Hey, Fishy, come here.”

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna show Finn himself, dad,” Alex said. He went over and scooped his hands under Finn’s armpits. Finn protested slightly, but Alex wrapped his arms around Finn’s chest. “It’s okay, Fish, I got you.” He lifted him up gingerly and waddled him over to the camera. “Look, Finn, look,” he gasped, voice higher. “Look, it’s you! Can’t you see?” He used one hand to point. “Can you see us, Fishy?”

Finn took a second to look, then burst out laughing. “Alex!”

“Yeah,” Alex giggled. “Look at this.” He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, sending Finn into a fit of laughter all over again. Ramsey and Haley were laughing, too, shaking the camera slightly.

“Al, be careful,” Ramsey said. “Don’t squeeze him too hard.”

“I won’t hurt him,” Alex replied, giving Finn a hug. “He’s my baby brother.” He made another face at the camera. “Fishy, make a funny face, too!”

Finn did his best attempt at mimicking his brother, and then the tape went dark. 

Logan took a breath, carefully looking over at Finn beside him. He was smiling, a hand brought up to his chin. Leo looked at Logan from across his body and winked, then leaned in to kiss the side of Finn’s head. “You smile exactly the same.”

Finn didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, as though he couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Did you see my father’s glasses?” He had to lean back on the couch he was laughing so hard. “Oh my God, and Alex’s shirt? That was bright fucking neon yellow, what an awful fashion statement.”

Logan brought his legs back to tuck under himself and leaned in to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “Ouais, but you were wearing- what do you call them?”

“A pull-up, sweetheart,” Leo said.

“Right, a pull-up.” He grinned against Finn’s jaw. “It barely fit over your chubby thighs.”

“Hey,” Finn said. “I was a baby.”

“I thought your chubby thighs were cute, honey,” Leo said. He also had an arm around Finn, but was massaging at the base of his neck. “I didn’t realize you were that chunky, my Lord.”

“I grew out of it by the time I was four. Then I was a scrawny fucker for a while, jeez.”

Logan bit at his bicep. “Not anymore.”

“Nope, now I’m all muscly for you,” Finn said smugly. “Means I can pick you up.”

Leo laughed. “So you’re muscly so we can use you as our personal climbing gym?”

“I said what I said.”

Leo shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “I love you very much.” He nodded at the T.V. “Let’s put in another tape.”

“Ouais,” Logan said lowly. He looked up through his lashes with a grin. “And then dessert?”

Finn’s whipped his head over to look at him, smiling, then turned to Leo. “I could eat dessert.”

Leo’s face was bright red, but he looked pleased. “Movie first. Then you can eat dessert.” 

Logan laughed- he had never seen Finn scramble to stand up so fast.  

[jakkon-and-rose-topic]

Cw: Mentions of PTSD, Forced Cannibalism, And Alchohol Usage, Light Swearing

(Context: Satyrs in this universe are more healthy eating raw food Like Normal Goats)

-Dated 10 days after Jak escaped The Forced-Cannibalism Serial Killer, in this scene, he woke up about 6 hours ago,

Jakkon sighed as he leaned back against the wall, running a hand down the bandages covering his chest. Ten days, three hours, what did it matter? There was nothing he could do now anyway. Ripped almost in half by a knife and sentenced to two more days in this damn room. But he had no reason to leave. No one to leave for. Rose didn’t need him, and he didn’t want to speak to anyone else who was still alive.

“Hello.” A voice behind him made him flinch. “I brought you something to eat. I’ll just leave it here. I wish you well.” The Little Ferrakin girl gave him a half smile as her ear twitched and she scurried out of the room.

Jakkon stopped and glanced back at the tray. But as soon as he saw the food she’d brought him. He froze. A few small items and a piece of meat. Red. Raw. Bloody. He wanted to close his eyes as the suffocating memory of skin, muscle, bone, and wings. He scrambled backward, his hands faltering as they moved on their own and grasped at his throat. His nails dug into his skin as he gasped for air, Eveny’s screams and cold, dead eyes flashing into his mind. The Waxy smile on her cold lips reminding him of her voice and all of the I love you’s he never got to say.

The Satyr pressed his back against the walls, his quick, desperate breaths revealing the rasp in his voice that had taken his music and reminding him of the black shape consumed in flames. He flashed back to reality, his hands over his head and his damaged throat burning as it never had before. Tears streamed down his tired face and blood from his neck as he vaulted to his feet and ran. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere left to run.

But despite everything, as his heart pounded too fast in his chest and he began to feel sick in just about every sense of the word, he knew where he was going. Away from here. Away from everything. Rose’s disappointment, Finn’s scrutiny, and himself. Pain tightened burning needle claws around his wound as he left the confines in the city and found his way to the familiar path.

His hooves found dirt, and his skin found rushing air as he ran. The only thing left to do was to make an escape from his mind. Soon enough, the mossy roof shingles came into view over the tops of the twisting grape vines as he dug his hooves into the ground and lunged through the door.

Panic burned in his smoke-damaged lungs as he slammed the door shut behind him, panting as he slumped back against the wood. Desperate to be rid of the pain and terror, Jakkon began to wrack his brain for a solution as he scrambled to find something, anything, to dull the edge of the agony digging its wary claws into his heart and lungs, crushing them with every moment as he found he could hardly breathe.

He wavered on his feet, wrapping his arms around himself as the wound flared and dizziness from lack of air made him catch the counter to stand. “Fuck…” His voice trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. The Satyr tried for a gasp, but it wouldn't reach his damaged lungs as screams echoed in his head and fire flashed in his eyes, the horrible feeling of scratchy burned flesh in his throat motivating his lunge forward. He scrambled for a solution, his breaths quick and shallow. He threw open every cupboard, every drawer, his teeth grinding together in desperation as his hands began to tremble. Then, with a jarring scrape of glass, he grabbed something. His shaky fingers clamped onto a smooth, rounded shape and he pulled it up, his mind and heart racing.

Wine. Eveny's family legacy. It was strong. Meant for heartier species than his. It would break his body down. This wasn't a good idea. But he didn't care anymore. He wanted to forget. He needed to forget. He deserved to forget. He deserved to hurt.

He stared at the bottle for a moment longer before the pain and the screams drowned out his thoughts again. Jakkon grabbed the cork with his teeth and ripped it out, raising the bottle to his lips. It burned his smoke-damaged throat as he forced it down. It hurt. Just like he wanted. It burned. It burned just like the fire that had taken the love of his life from his hands. Like the fire that had taken everything he had. Then like the tear in his flesh that he remembered so vividly. Like the ropes that cut his skin.

But he enjoyed it. In a sick, twisted way, he relished the numbness that came from it. So he accepted it. He embraced it wholeheartedly, let go, and lost himself to it. He knew he would regret it someday, that it would hurt, and feel so much worse than it would if he just left it alone. But he didn't care. It would work. And as long as he didn't have to feel anything, he wouldn't let go.

[gremlintheslut]

Forever theirs redone

Chapter 3 normal day at work

Warning: smut, implied kidnapping/killing

Master list

Dead dove do not eat.

"I know about edge-"

"-and I'm so sorry," he says.

"...what?" I ask it took a moment before I realized what he said. "how?" I asked trying to sit up but Finn stopped me. "it's just how being an incubus works I know if someone has had sex with an incubus and I know how many times," he says pausing for a moment so I could think about what was just said.

"he left without saying anything didn't he?" he asks hesitantly. I try my best to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyways. "yeah" I say shortly knowing if I say anymore I'll start to sob. He nods his head understandingly and leans in giving me another hug. It's warm and comforting but I can't help the gut-wrenching feeling something bad was gonna happen.

He held me for a bit before speaking again. "a lot of incubi don't like to get attached to 'clients' because most of us hate the idea of settling down. But, the way he handled it was so fucking wrong" he spoke clearly pissed off and putting air quotes around the word client. It was like he really cared but the feeling in my stomach didn't stop.

Then he leaned in as if he was going to kiss me. My heart started to race in the wrong kind of way. Just as I went to pull away I felt his lips connect with my cheek. Thank god for that. "I'm so sorry y/n," he said as he wiped tears off of my face that I hadn't realized had fallen. The feeling in my stomach faded as I watched him get up. I wasn't sure if it was because I trusted him more now or because he was leaving.

He left without a word and I felt more tears fall. My attention returns to my thumping headache and I roll over to my side and fall asleep, hoping it will be gone when I wake up.

It was gone when I woke up. I went back to work and lived my life normally. Except for the fact that Finn didn't stop. He was constantly popping up and groping me. I was in the middle of a meeting today and halfway through I felt my panties get pulled aside and a tongue was suddenly on my clit. He edged me three times and when the meeting finished he disappeared.

I'm still at work and then I get called to my boss's office. I pray to god it's not about the meeting and that she didn't notice anything.

I knock on the door and hear an Irish voice tell me to come in. I open the door and I am met with not my boss but Finn Balor. I rush into the room and shut the door behind me to avoid balor being spotted. He's sitting in her chair. "what are you doing here?" I whisper yell. "no one can hear us I soundproofed this room," he says avoiding my question.

"my boss will be back any minute," I say in a normal tone. "I can assure you that she won't," he says getting up from where he sat.

He walked over to me and pressed me against the door reaching next to me and locking it. He presses his lips against mine and for a second I forget I'm at work.

"you sure no one can hear us?" I ask pulling away slightly before being pulled back in. "I'm sure," he says before making our lips collide again. He puts his hands on my waist and guides me to the desk. Removing one hand from my waist to knock everything on the desk to the floor. "Finn!" I pull away to tell him off but he shows no reaction and pushes me lightly onto the desk. He straddles me and leans in kissing my neck. "just say yes" he mumbles into my neck. I think for a moment. "yes" he smiles wildly against my neck.

He pulls away from my neck and rips my skirt and panties off. "Finn!" I yell I'm barely halfway through my shift. "I'll take you home but we're not leaving until the end of the day," he says unbuckling his belt. He pulls his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He moves positions into missionary and without warning enters me fully. I moan loudly and he groans at the feeling of my cunt wrapped around him tightly.

He starts off slow but increases to an unbelievably fast pace. He reaches down and starts to play with my clit. Rubbing gentle circles into it. I let out the most pornographic moan I have ever heard. Finns chuckles at my reaction and leans in to kiss me. His tongue glides against my bottom lip and I part my lips to let him in.

I feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter. "fuck" I stutter out. "you gonna cum for me baby?" Finn asks whispering in my ear. "yes, fuck fuck fuck" I moan. "wait for me princess" he says speeding up. It has been so long since I've had an orgasm and I can barely hold on. "I don't think I can," I say my walls squeezing him tight.

"I'll stop is that what you want? Huh?" he asks and I shake my head on the brink of an orgasm but I hold on. Only a few seconds later "cum for me, angel" he says before cumming inside me. I finally get to finish. He stays inside of me for a moment. I am over come with the best feeling of my life. I wish i could say i have never felt it before but that would be a lie. Not a single thought pops into my head as i lay on my boss's desk panting. I forget where i am for what feels like eternity before finn starts to thrust into me again. "holy shit" I curse, extremely sensitive. His fingers return to my clit. "too much" I mutter trying to push him off. He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head.

We spent the rest of my shift in my boss's office as he said. He also took me home just not to mine

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Thanks love ya- gremlin💞💕💋

[edgessunflower]

I fell in love with both of you

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader x Damian Priest

Description: After you and your closest friends survive an earthquake, the three of you tell and show the feelings you have for each other

You laugh as you jump on Dom's back while the two of you and Damian hang out together for the day. The three of you had been friends for awhile since you joined the WWE roster and welcomed you to Judgement Day with open arms ending up falling for them as the three of you became attached at the hip within a short amount of time, you are pulled by your thoughts when a loud noise rips through the air making you all stop and become more alert of everything around you until suddenly the three of you are knocked off your feet as everything rumbles and shakes around you desperately holding on to damian's shirt and dom's arm as you scream in pain when you feel something hit your back realizing the road cracked right before you fell, you feel your body hit things until you land in the river below as you grab and pull yourself up before you went out cold. You slowly come to as you hear yelling, despite the pain you pull yourself up as you groan feeling panic when you see blood on you looking to see everything around you in ruins as tears flow down your face until the yelling gets louder "Mariposa! Where are you?!" you stumble as you walk not knowing how badly hurt you were "Mi Vida! Are you here?" you cry when you recognize the voices as you run until you see them which makes you cry even more as they turn around seeing the cuts and wounds on their bodies, the next thing you knew was you were holding each other tightly as you all cried before continuing onwards until you collapse in pain having to be carried by damian the rest of the way until the three of you took shelter in a house that survived the quake. You all sleep after spending two hours on high alert until the adrenaline wears off, you jump up at a loud noise outside as you feel a hand on your shoulder turning to see dom next to you "Hey it's okay we're safe" you take deep breaths as you lean your head in the crook of his neck while listening to his heartbeat, you all sit next to each other until you laid down with your head in dom's lap while the rest of your body was in damian's until you took a risk by saying what had been on your mind "I fell in love and i'm in love with both of you" you felt your heart pound in your chest as you stared at the wall until you felt hands on you turning to see damian above you, you feel your body tingle as you share a kiss with him while dom kisses your palm before grabbing and sharing one with him as damian holds the two of you to him. You wrap your arms around them as tears flow before they pull you away to wipe your face "It's okay, we love you so much...we didn't know if you loved either of us but when we saw you fall" all of you choke up as they hold your face in their hands "We didn't care whether you loved us as friends or more as long as you were alive it didn't matter until we found you" you all wrap your limbs around each other as you all cried until each of you had fallen asleep, the three of you were treated at a hospital after being found and the three of you return home a few hours later earning hugs from Finn and Rhea who were terrified that all three of you were gone, you each are dropped off at your homes but you feel terrified as you lay in bed after showering, you get up and drive to damian's in tears knocking on the door after seeing dom's car in the driveway immediately walking in after the door opens wrapping your arms around the two as soon as you look at them.