Take me.
Note: a tiny little story to help with the drought😮💨
Warnings: 18+! fluff/smut.
pairing: Sihtric x you (f)
summary: you and Sihtric were reunited after a battle.
wordcount: 653
Masterlist
Sihtric's mismatched eyes were glazed over. His lips curled into a dazed smile while his rough, warm hands wandered your bare skin as you laid underneath him. His body weight pleasantly pressed onto you as he was positioned between your thighs. His hair was dishevelled, after your fingers had tugged his braids when you felt the warmth of his lips onto yours, kissing you intensely and deeply until he had you undressed and picked up in his arms, carrying you to the bed.
The warrior had missed you, his wife, immensely when he had been away to fight what would be unbeknownst to you both his last battle, for peace was within close range. As soon as he had returned home on horseback and his eyes had landed on you in the cheering crowd, he dismounted and allowed you to leap into his arms. You had buried your face in his neck and your fingers curled around his leather armour. Sihtric; your husband, your sanctuary and the keeper of your heart had returned to you without any grave injuries, and no more time was wasted. No words were spoken for your eyes told each other everything one needed to know, and your lips immediately locked into a fiery kiss, pouring out the happiness and relief of being reunited again.
And now Sihtric gazed down into your eyes as he was on top of you, unclothed and scarcely covered by the warm furs. His hot, ragged breath feelable on your face while his tattooed fingers tenderly brushed over your warm cheeks. He then leaned in and kissed softly underneath your ear, his tongue stroking your skin in between teasing kisses and kittenish nibbles, dragging his lips down to your pulse point. Your breath hitched when he sank his teeth delicately in your neck, marking you with his endless love while he teased your folds with his arousal, readying you to take him after being separated for far too long.
His growls sounded low and heavy in your ear, making you tremble with anticipation and desperate to feel him inside you and to be as close as you can possibly be, never wanting to let him leave you ever again. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck, inhaling his earthly scent as he lifted your leg and hooked it around his waist.
'I missed you,' he breathed in your ear and bit the soft skin.
'And I missed you,' you murmured against his shoulder, 'I love you.'
'I love you more,' Sihtric whispered, to which you softly protested.
He chuckled in your ear, and you gasped when he abruptly sheathed inside you and kept still, wanting to feel your walls clench around him. You mewled, desperately, begging him to move. But Sihtric took pleasure in hearing you beg for him and he wanted to hear more before he would give you what you wanted.
'Please, Sihtric,' you rasped, 'give me more.'
'More?' he laughed quietly, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke while he moved with slow, deep strokes, 'you want more?' he murmured.
'Please,' you begged and clawed his muscular back.
'Please,' Sihtric mocked, lovingly, 'you're so sweet when you beg for me,' he whispered and pushed hard inside you.
He stilled inside you again and hummed softly, watching you with a satisfied grin as you almost cried out for him.
'So beautiful,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, and he pecked your lips, 'so desperate for me,' he kissed your lips again, then grabbed your chin and his eyes darkened, 'I will give you more, my love,' his voice soft and playfully threatening, 'but I don't want to hear you whine that it's too much. I know you can handle me,' he murmured against your lips and chuckled again, 'mhm, and you will take me all the way, like the good and devoted wife that you are for me.'
taglist: @foxyanon @alexagirlie @sihtricsafin @neonhairspray @gemini-mama @lexwolfhale @sigtryggrswifey @skyofficialxx @djarinsgirl27 @m-a-s-h-k-a @verenahx @mrsarnasdelicious @diiickbrainn @little-diable @maii777 @urmomsgirlfriend1 @dixie-elocin @elle4404 @bubblyabs @ylvie50 @succnfuccubus @hb8301 @willowbrookesblog @apolloanddaphnis
If you want to be added/removed from the taglist, message me 🖤
137 notes
·
View notes
I remember an image i cannot send because anons cannot send images (for good reason) and it was these photos of cats, but it reminded me of what a poly relationship with dottore and pantalone would be like
"nice cat of the week, pantalone, cuddled nicely"
"naughty cat of the week, dottore, bit my ass"
- 🎈
I LOVE THAT MEME... IT'S THEM!!! 😭 You going to Pantalone for affection because your other blue-haired lover is too busy with his darn experiments to pay attention to you (you two definitely cuddled very nicely, he sat you on his lap and his soft hair gently tickled your face) ... and then after a time, Dottore realizes that you've gone to that damn banker, but he is too prideful to go to the two of you and join the session. So instead, he grumpily waits for you and is all huffy puffy at you... you most definitely get bitten out of nowhere numerous times from then and he relishes in the little surprised squeaks you make. But Pantalone makes a fuss.
Pantalone would always chastise the doctor for being so rough with you, he hates to see his poor darling be so rudely marked up like that. Dottore's setting back all the skin routines he's done for you! Do you know how often Pantalone holds you, running his hands over your pretty skin just to be met with yet another bite mark! It's ridiculous, really. See, when Pantalone marks you as his too, he's much more gentle with it, something someone like you deserves! Only the finest of treatment, of course. So where one lacks, the other makes up for. You really can't ask for anything better!
Needless to say, despite their differences, Pantalone and Dottore do make very good lovers for you. It's quite nice whenever Pantalone helps you to help Dottore open and loosen up a bit, and vice versa too! Although neither of them is very good at those things. So despite their ways of showing it, they both love you very much.
"Regrator, I do believe that it is time for [Name] to return to me. I've been set back a whole day because of your incessant hogging."
"Oh? Is that all? And here I thought you'd be glad to see our dearest, but rather you want to put them to work in that desolate laboratory of yours. How cruel."
*insert continued back and forth while you're caught in the middle of it*
91 notes
·
View notes
PIDW AU The Wrong Trauma Acknowledged
So a few Peak Lords are sent to the rescue but OH NO, the villian has a supper fancy and powerfull sheild around their Lair
Villain turns up to monologue about how amazing a clever and wicking their super cool sheild is, for only one who has suffered The Horrors (insert something traumatic here) and the wealthy brats of the cultivation scets could never suppass, strength from suffering, you have not endured etc etc
Ten minutes later Shen Jiu, who stuck around long enough to see the geeking out over what is indeed a supper fancy shield then left to do the real work, walks out of the house to murder the villian. Its been a very sucessful rescue mission as far as he's concerned.
The other Peak Lords are shocked, how could they have so misjudged their shixiong who has survived The Horror and endured so bravely?!
Then, confusion all over.
Of course the Peak Lords would never been so shameless as to tell Shen-shixiong that they know he has suffered The Horrors! They are fine young cultivators who could never been so rude to their brave shixiong. But it is changing their behaviour. Everyone has noticed.
Plus, Shen Jiu doesn't known about the condisions in the shield. He just concluded, correctly, that people with the time and education to design and construct super fancy magic sheilds are not doing their own cooking and cleaning and got in via the servants entrance. Has he suffered the Horror? Up to you, but he bypast the shield entirely.
But he is finding the new respect highly sus.
67 notes
·
View notes
No I am not an atheist. No I do not worship any gods
I worship Silliness. Frivolity. Nonsense.
I worship that feeling deep in your chest when you're struggling to catch your breath because you physically cannot stop laughing
I worship Fun. Joy. Pure, unadulterated human expressions of Happiness.
So I must worship Nature. The sunlight, the air, the soil, the water, the plants, the animals, the creatures who are neither.
Because I cannot laugh if I cannot breathe.
If I have not eaten. If my water is not safe.
So I must worship my Community.
The hands that plant the seeds that grow into the fruit that I eat, as I bask in the sunlight. The Little Universes who pluck the berries from the vine, package them, travel with them
I cannot worship the bright taste of strawberries on my tongue, if I have forsaken the souls who brought them
When you cannot laugh. Or Eat. Or Breathe. When your days are numbered.
So are mine. Because we are intertwined. If I do not fight for you, I have forsaken the Divine.
No, I am not an atheist. No I do not worship any gods. I don't think that's the “righteous” thing to do. I am a hedonist
I Worship Me and You
52 notes
·
View notes