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[whenstarlightfadedin]

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[probablyjustamagpie]

ya girl got themself into the worlds messiest situationship 3 weeks into college

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

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[ridingthatd]

𝐒✘𝐗 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

boss! sukuna, employe! nanami, bodyguard! toji...

what happens when the boss of the company you work in, his right hand employee and his dear bodyguard all desire you?

+18, nsfw, heavy smut, my work is really kinky, three cocks, anal, squirting, cumdump, public sex, nipple play, sex toys (ball gag, vibrator), heavy fingering, heavy spit kink, riding, humping, filthy desires, masturbation, heavy rough sex, a little bit of pet play.

a cumdumpster, a pet play, a sex toy, a hole... that was what you wanted to be, that was what you didn't mind being. you weren't ashamed of it, and you'll never be.

your disgusting desires, your dripping needy pussy, your hunger for their fat delicious cocks. your empty holes needed to be filled, teared by their cocks at any time, at any place.

the feeling of sex was something that you wouldn't trade for billions. the feeling of being boiled alive, the heatness of your skin against their heated skin, the feeling of their sweat dripping from their boiled body to yours as they slam their leaking fat cock into your tight warm pussy. the feeling of their wet tongue sloppily twirling around yours, the feeling of having their warm spit mixed with yours as they suck your tongue in their mouth. the feeling of your perky nipples rubbing against their hard nipples each time they thrust inside your wet cunt, the feeling of your abused, bruised clit brushing against their abdomen each time their sensitive red tip hit your womb, the sound of wet, sloppy smacks filling the room, the sound of the wetness your pussy is gushing out around their cock, dripping down the bed sheets as you make a mess, the feeling of their tongue peaking out to lick the salty tears that was spilling past your eyes, their tongue trailing down leaving a wet trail till they reach your sensitive nipples, immediately wrapping their mouth on it, suckling like a baby in need of milk.

the heated heavy breath, groans, moans fanning against your ear. but what was the best part you may ask? it was when their thick thighs start shaking, trembling, indicating they were close. when they can't control their moans, head burried into your neck their hips going faster and faster, sloppier and sloppier till they slam one last time, curses slip past their red, spit coated lips before they connect your mouth into a wet kiss, their fat cock twitch, throb before you feel a warm liquid squirting inside of your womb, shooting inside of you loads of warm cum as their cock swollen up. as soon as they clam down, breaking off the kiss to stare at the string of spit that was connecting your lips hazily.

but that wasn't enough. that was only a small definition of sex, that was only a small part of your filthiness. that was only the introduction.

you knew better than that, didn't you? you knew better than fucking three man that worked at your company, didn't you? but your needy pussy didn't know better. having three thick cocks ready to breed you, fill your holes with warm cum wasn't something that you could resist?

red messy hair, white unbutton blouse giving you a peak of a tattooed chest, veins and tattood forearms peaking through rolled up cuffes, spread thick thighs under suit pants. pierced eyes watching your every move. how is this man your boss? sukuna ryomen.

"on the floor" his husky firm voice echo through his office. you immediately drop on the floor, on all fours. he leans back his chair, legs man spread as he adjust his huge hard on that was resting on his thigh. his eyes drink you in as he takes in a puff of his cigarette before blowing it out. he free his other hand from his pocket and twirl his finger asking you silently to twirl around.

you listen to what he wants, still on all fours you turn around, your work skirt was hiked up revealing your bare wet pussy and red dildo that was shoved up your pussy he let's out a hiss as he stares at the way your wetness was gushing around the dildo, coating with your juice. from the corner of your eyes, you can see him gripping his fat cock and tugging harshly through his pant.

"crawl" he growls out, lust already filling his voice. you do as he says, swaying your hips seductively as you crawl your way to him, sukuna never broke eye contact with you as he frees his cock. you whimper once you see the way it springs, his red tip leaking with precum as he squeeze it hard with his hand.

once you're close enough that your heated breath is fanning against his fat cock, sukuna groan out. "spit". you clench your thighs as you suck all the saliva in your mouth, collecting it before you open your mouth and spit out directly on his sensitive clit. staring at the string of spit landing on his tip before he harshly huffs and start stroking his cock against your face.

you whine staring hungrily at the way he's beating his leaking cock as your pussy start throbbing around the dildo, needing some fraction. sukuna slowly lean back again and spread his long legs, before he slips his leather shoes under your pussy. your eyes roll back at his next filthy words.

"squirt on my leg you fucking slut" you don't hesitate once you start grinding against his shoe, the feeling of the cold leather against your clit was to good, to good. sukuna groans as he stare at the way your wetness immediately start coating his shoes, dripping down the office floor. you scream into the ceiling once sukuna start bouncing his leg up into your pussy.

"cum! cum! cum! you fucking whore" sukuna growls leaning close to you as his cock start shooting robs of cum directly on your face. your whole body shake as you feel his warm seeds hitting your face, you whine before a hot stream gush out of you, dripping into his shoes.

but that was only the start wasn't it?

styled blonde hair, manly long nose, huge biceps peaking through fitted blouse. a perfect employee wasn't he? nanami kento.

you snap out of your nap as you started to feel something hot, twitching against your lips, the taste of familiar saltiness hitting your taste buds followed by groans and heavy breathing. you slowly open your eyes just to see your employee.

nanami kento, with his thick cock out, and pretty red tip on your lips, leaking as he stroke it against your mouth. his usual styled hair was messy against his forehead as sweat slip past. you can tell he was close by how his whole body was flushed. he clearly didn't notice you were awake yet, to lost in his own pleasure, his eyes rolled back as he sloppily stroke his red tip against your lips.

you decided to tease him by slowly trailing your tongue against his clit causing him to groan out before snapping his eyes to you, jaw clenched before he can say anything you immediately shove his whole cock down your throat, locking it in. nanami harshly grab you by your hair, fisting it, hitting the back of your throat. as you gag around him, tears already slipping past your eyes from how big he was.

nanami groan one last time before he shoots his seeds inside your throat. you make sure to swallow every single drop. you smirk at him cheekily but soon enough it was turned into a gasp as nanami bend you over the desk. rolling up your skirt and slapping your plumpy ass hard.

you whine, nanami hard rough hands, and it stings so bad with each slap but you couldn't help the way wetness starting gushing out of you causing nanami to tsk.

"tsk you like that you fucking slut yea?" he harshly breath out next to your ear before slapping your ass two times in a row. you were sobbing at this point, wanting nothing more than for it to stop and not stop at the same time. nanami kneels down next to your ass before he dives in.

you immediately moan out, pushing your ass into him, his tongue was restless as it moves from your ass to your clit, licking every inch of you, not stopping till you're squirting on his face.

was it enough or one more wouldn't hurt right?

muscles covered every inch of him, a sexy scar on the left side of his mouth, black suit on. a bodyguard like him? toji fushiguro.

the black tinted car was shaking, creaking, toji didn't have any mercy on your poor little pussy. holding your perky ass cheeks between his large hands, as he slams you up and down his fat cock. not caring that your screams were loud enough to be heard by the entire neighbor.

your pussy was clenching hard around his cock, enveloping him each time he shoves his fat cock in. your wetness coated his dick, dripping down his balls. your screams were loud, even after he shoved a gag ball inside your mouth, your drool was coating it, you looked so fucked out of it.

"good girl, good fucking girl" toji darkly speak out as stare at the way your wetness is spurting all over his cock, hitting the leather car seat. your breath hitch as you see someone moving outside the car, leaning against the window as they smoke their cigarette.

but that doesn't stop toji from slamming your tits into the tinted windows, directly where the guy was leaning. his large hand muffling your moans. as his cock thrust inside of you.

the feeling of your hard, sensitive nipples brushing against the cold window- the same window the guy was leaning on, having no clue of what's happening inside of the car. having no clue that you were being fucked.

it all seems to overwhelm you as your hips shudder and arch, squirting directly on the window. "yes! give it to me, give it to me!". toji whispers harshly in your ear. dragging your orgasm by pinching your clit between his fingers.

toji eyes roll back his skull as he feels the way your wetness was filling his car, from his car seats to his window, to the way it drenched his pants. he slam you against him one last time before locking you in. cumming inside of your abused little pussy, gently shushing you as you whine from how sensitive you were.

was it enough yet? having secret affairs with the three of them. or maybe you were greedy enough to want three of their cocks at the same time.

[dilfl0v3rss]

love you better

summary: connie’s gotten sick of watching you hold back from getting full happiness, so he handled it.

(i do not speak spanish, but i’m trying my best. plss don’t kill me yall)

cw: cheating, readers dad is a deadbeat…

word count: 1.3k

(ay coño/oh fuck. el muchacho es un jablador/the boy is a liar. mamagüevo/cock-sucker. no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta/stop talking gibberish, answer the question)

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“ay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have t’marry you ‘kay?” connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.

“m’cummin again pa” you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. “give it t’me mama. let papi have it” connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. “j-jus leave it da fuck m’so close” you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. “he was all i had at one point” “my family loves him and ion wanna upset them” “he said she was just his best friend”. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his “girl best friend” which made him want to beat his ass.

you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didn’t end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.

you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out you’ve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad “thug” from the other side of town. “el muchacho es un jablador, mami. he don’t deserve you.” connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. “you know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-you” he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.

a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. “men like me huh?” he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. ‘must be a sign to handle this shit once and for all’ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. “m’not helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.” you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. “yo?….yea she here man. lil busy tho but she present” a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. “don’t worry about why i got her phone mamagüevo. just be glad she safe and feeling good”

you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didn’t even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. “please help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddy” you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. he’ll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your “boyfriend”.

connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. “yea? like when papi fuck you like this?” his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. “aauughh yesss jus like that papi shittt” your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. “uhh huh. let em hear you ma” let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.

“you not furreal…you cheating on me bro?!” you whipped your head around in horror. connie just continued to fuck you with a proud look on his face. feeding you deep strokes as he held the phone in front of your face. “i-i..” he rolled his eyes before snapping his hips into you harder. your scream was pornographic as you began to forget all about your boyfriend on the phone. “ughh ‘i-i’….no me estés divariando, respóndeme la pregunta, mami.”

his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. “ion think t-this gon work out shittt” you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasn’t normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. “you dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thug’s dick?” while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.

“you like this ‘thug’ dick don’t you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?” he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. “i-i love him and my family gon have to…fuckk… have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.” your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. “y-you need me…i was all you had, remember? you fatherless, selfish slut” he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but there’s no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.

“i’m her daddy now bitch”

[reyadawn]

My Protector - Part 2

*image not mine, credit goes to Bryan 😆

Summary: Noah Sebastian is the President of Bad Omens MC in Los Angeles, California and a woman running from her past crosses his path. Noah instantly wants to save her. Make her his. However, her past needs to be dealt with first...

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: 🔞+, language, slight violence, kissing, choking, slight Mean!Noah if you squint, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), creampie

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️😆

Enjoy! ❤️✌️

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I had never really given much thought to living on the West Coast but the Universe had other plans. It's funny how your life can change...how people can change. That's why when my friend Kay called me and offered me a job at Third Base, I took it as a sign I was meant to leave this old life behind. Just like she did. Although, I was a little surprised to find out it was a bar.

"Believe it or not, it's a fanastic place. Always busy, plenty of tips, good food, hot biker guys...including my old man, Jolly", Kay had explained.

"Kay...", I started.

"You need to get out. You have to. It's not mentally safe or healthy for you there with Larry. The emotional abuse he's putting you through is destroying you. Bad Omens will protect you. Misty and I will, too. They have a club house you can stay at until you get an apartment or you can crash with me", Kay replied.

I smoothed out the front of my Bad Omens tank top that I wore over my black leggings. I hated the way they fit, like I was trying to pour myself into the material. Too much skin in places I didnt want but never really could get rid of. I looked pregnant from the side, despite the fact I wasnt. I grabbed a black and white checkered flannel from my closet and threw it on, rolling the sleeves up my forearms. I threw my hair up in a bun and threw on my socks and black ankle boots.

Walking out of the bathroom, I suddenly stopped in the bedroom and looked around. It was masculine in the sense the bedding was all black and blue, nightstand and dresser were dark stained wood, even the sheer curtains were navy. The walls remained a neutral taupe. I hated being at the Bad Omens clubhouse and not having my own place. I still didnt know who's room I got set up with but I made sure to keep it clean and neat, making it a point to only touch my things.

As I was grabbing my purse from the black Lazy-Boy in the corner, the door to the bedroom opened and the man who stepped inside had me quite literally salivating and I almost lost the grip on my purse. This man was an Adonis if I ever saw one. Tall, at least 6'3, short dark hair falling into dark brown eyes, a small but perfectly shaped nose and full lips that had me wanting to get down on all fours and crawl to him.

This man wore dark camo pants and a solid black t-shirt, arms and neck displaying the most beautiful tattoos; even his large hands and long fingers were tattood. He reached up, running a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arms buldged. I must have been staring because he smirked and took a step closer to me. I all but had to crane my head back to look up at him. Short people problems, gotta' love it.

"How are your accomodations, pretty girl?", he asked, his deep voice caressing over my senses like a lovers hand. I swallowed. It was all I could muster, I was rendered so speechless. He must get this a lot though, poor guy. He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a small lock of hair behind my ear. "I'm Noah. Club President and this is my room".

That snapped me out of my trance completely, taking a small step back from him which garnered me a dark scowl of distaste. Evidently, he didn't like that.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. I'll have Misty get me a different room. I don't want to intrude", I rambled, turning back to the chair to grab my keys. A tattooed hand suddenly shot out to lock around my wrist and stilling my movements.

"First of all, pretty girl, lose the 'Sir'. I'm not that old. Noah is fine. Second of all, you're not changing rooms. You're staying here where you can be looked after", Noah replied. I yanked my wrist from his grip, glaring defiantly at him.

"Let's get something straight, President..."

Noah's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"I'm not a child, therefore, I don't need a babysitter. I can hold my own. Don't make the mistake of thinking you own me, I belong to no one. I'm nothing to no one. Mean nothing. Never have, never will so save your protection detail for a real damsel in destress", I stated, hands on my hips. Noah stepped closer once again, fingertips gently tracing my jaw and down my neck. I shivered, goosebumps dancing along my skin and my panties growing damp. He lifted my chin, raising my gaze to his.

"Who hurt you, pretty girl?", he whispered. I lowered my eyes to his chin, unable to answer. "Tell me. Now". I shook my head.

Noah sighed before eveloping me in his arms, his solid body providing whatever comfort he could. I wasn't aware I needed the contact as I reluctantly wrapped my arms around his midrift. He was solid...and warm. I closed my eyes at the feeling of his strong body in my arms.

"I've got you", Noah added, voice vibrating in his chest against my cheek. "I won't let anyone hurt you". Regaining my senses, I pulled away and sniffled, turning to straighten my clothes and threw my purse over my shoulder.

"You don't know what he's like", I replied, wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

"Did he touch you?", Noah asked darkly. I blinked at his change in demeanor before shaking my head. "Verbal?", he added. I nodded curtly. Noah's lips drew into a thin line before he reached into his pants pocket, pulling a cell phone from it and handing it to me. I knew what he wanted as I typed my number in and saved it to his contacts before handing it back. Noah's fingers momentarily flew over the keys and my own phone dinged. "I expect to be on speed dial".

"I need to get to work or Misty will have my ass", I said, moving towards the door.

"Me first", Noah said, causing me to whirl at him in shock. He grinned fully, perfect white teeth flashing before motioning to lead the way. I walked through the main living area of the clubhouse, waving at Jolly, Nicholas and Davis before stepping through the double doors and into the warm L.A sun. I stopped to breathe in the fresh air before letting out a moan of renoun pleasure at the open space.

"You do that again around me and I'll fuck you over this goddamn bike", Noah said from behind me. I spun around, Noah's hand grabbing my forearm firmly but gently. I stared up at him in shock as he looked down at me from behind Neo-like sunglasses. "Keys. Now". I silently handed him my keys before turning and heading to my car. This was going to be a long ten minutes...

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Walking into Third Base, Noah hot on my heels, I was met with the smell of bar food, cigar smoke and bouts of laughter from crowded tables. Kay walked by, auburn hair thrown in a messy ponytail, and shot me a wink as she carefully balanced a large tray of drinks to a table in the back corner of the bar. There were a series of pool tables, a jukebox and overhead cieling fans that barely did anything to mask the heat.

Misty appeared around the corner, clipboard in hand and approached us.

"Thanks for bringing her by, Prez. I'll see she's looked after", she said, grabbing my hand to pull me after her but before I could take a step, Noah turned me to face him, lips descending upon my own in a short but heated kiss that left my lips tingling and my clit throbbing as he pulled away. Giving my ass a playful slap, Noah sauntered off to a nearby pool table where he met up with a few other chapter members. Misty and I suddenly looked at each other, facial expressions of mirrored shock clearly readable.

"The hell just happened, Misty?", I whispered harshly, a few other patrons watching me, all smirking.

"From the looks of it, I'd say the President of Bad Omens just claimed you as his old lady...publicly, I might add", she replied and turned towards the bar. I followed her without a word, bitting my bottom lip to hide my smile.

Most of the night was uneventful as Kay and I ran kitchen orders and served at the bar. I was in the process of cleaning off one of the tables when a voice behind me had my grip slipping on the beer glass and it clattered to the floor sending shards of glass scattering.

"Hello, angel". I spun around so hard I damn near fell over a chair as I stared at Larry in shock and fear. "Thought I might find you here. Seems like your kinda rundown place but playtime is over. It's time to go. Now".

He hadn't changed much in the months since I last saw him. His icy gaze pinned me where I stood yet I still managed to shake my head.

"Over my dead body", I said, gritting my teeth. Larry tipped his head back and laughed, his dark spiky hair glistening from the overhead lamps. The guy really did use too much hair gel.

"That can be arranged. Now, get your shit and let's go", he said, his hand latching around my arm to haul me to his chest. I tried fighting out of his hold, tried kicking him but all he did was laugh. "Damn, you're a fucking hellcat. Stop fighting me so we can--", but his words suddenly died. Following his line of sight I gasped at seeing Noah, Jolly, Nicholas, Nick and Davis standing in front of the entrance to the bar. Surprisingly, it was Jolly who stepped forward.

"You know...you fuck with a chapter members' old lady and you fuck with the chapter member himself. Especially when that old lady belongs to the clubs' President", he said, running his tongue over his teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kay and Misty behind the bar, arms looped together, fear marring thier features.

"Club President? Of what? The Mickey Mouse Club? Get the fuck outta my way", Larry said moving to step forward but Jolly held up a hand. Larry stopped, irritation etching his fingers.

"Last chance, bro. Don't do this. Just walk away", Jolly warned.

"I don't have time for this shit. Move or I'll move you myself", Larry said, glaring at Jolly. Jolly simply shrugged and smiled as Noah steppd forward, hands behind his back. Larry looked up at him and the color drained from his face. Noah smiled.

"President", Larry said. Noah nodded once before his right fist shot out, connecting with the side of Larry's head. Noah caught me as Larry's body hit the floor and he gave me a quick peck before turning back to him.

"President of Bad Omens, to clarify, and if you ever come near my old lady again or even breathe in her direction then a right hook wont be the only thing you'll get served", Noah said, looming over Larry as he rubbed his jaw. Before I could say or do anything, Noah was pulling me after him around the bar and down a hallway. I barely had time to register the doors we passed as Noah led me into the 'OFFICE' and slammed the door.

"Noah, what--", I started but he cut me off with his lips. His hands pulled at my clothes to get them off and a wave of fear suddenly came to the surface at him seeing me naked but as he backed me up to the desk, lips kissing and biting thier way down my neck, I realized Noah didn't really give a fuck. My flannel shirt was tossed over his shoulder somewhere on the floor, my tank top was yanked down to expose my breasts and one of my boots joined the pile of clothes just for him to get one of my legs out of my leggings and hoist it up over his hip.

Noah's lips were like fire on my skin as I felt him pull my panties to the side to swipe his fingers through my drenched folds and graze my clit. My hips jerked in response and he chuckled against my skin before sinking two long fingers inside me to the knuckle. I threw my head back, letting out a pornographic moan I didn't care to hide as my walls clamped down on his fingers.

Noah's other hand was tearing at the zipper of his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock. He suddenly pulled his fingers free from my dripping cunt to push them into my mouth and I could taste myself on his tongue. Before I could say or do anything, he pulled his fingers from my mouth to wrap around my throat and haul my chest to his, lips crashing together. It was messy, all teeth and tongues.

I could feel the head of Noah's cock prod my dripping core and I gripped his muscular shoulders for purchase. A simple thrust had me stretching to accomodate and it burned oh so good.

I whimpered into Noah's kiss, his fingers squeezing ever so slighty around my throat as he thrust again, giving me a few more inches. My brain shut down, unable to process anything but the feeling of my pussy stretching around the thick rod between my thighs, feeling every ridge and vein caress my walls.

There were no words...there didn't need to be. I raked my nails down his arms, red streaks appearing in thier wake but Noah took no notice. Another thrust. A nother inch. It was agonizingly slow and I writhed beneath him, trying to pushing him deeper with my heel but he was much more powerful. More kisses to my chest and shoulder. Another thrust. Bite marks came next. I'd walk away looking like a leper but I didn't want him to stop. Noah's grunts and groans mixed with my own whimpers and cries as one last thrust had him seated inside me to the hilt. I had never been so deliciously full.

I pulled away from him only to sink my teeth into his shoulder as I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a 2 x 4. Noah wasted no time, shuttling his cock almost ruthlessly inside my overstimulated pussy. I was so sensitive I was getting ready to come again, my nails digging into his flesh. Thrust after thrust had my body turning into putty, my brain remaining in a black out state and I let lose a scream, teeth sinking deeper. No doubt there'd be a bruise there for weeks.

Noah's pace increased, his hands griiping my hips like a vice. My thighs burned, legs were shaking as he gave a thrust so deep it sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Noah threw his head back, releasing a series of expletives as his cock twitched, rope after thick rope of come unloading inside me.

Noah held himself inside me as we struggled to catch our breath. I looked up at him through my lashes then, the euphoric look on his face causing my pussy to clench around him.

"Old lady, huh?", I asked between breaths. Noah nodded. "Well, so much for holding my own". We shared as smile as our lips met in a gentle kiss.

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Eugahsgshy I love noticing small differences in the bway and tr versions of bmc songs…

Michaels little chuckle after “you look like ass? What’s wrong?” In the bway version..

the fact that it says “Pac-Man tattooD” instead of just “Pac-Man tattoo”

THE WAY WILL ROL SINGS “CHRISTINE” IN MTS..

The length of the last “survive” in mts while everyone else is singing “nanana”

CHRISTINES “because it’s the BEST!! ….because it is fun-“

THE WAY CHRISTINE SAYS “I LOVE PLAY REHERSAL” LIKE THE KOOL-AID MAN

The way Rich sings “squip” for the second-to-last squip in the squip song

I’m like 99% sure in dywr when Chloe joins in the tempo is faster in the bway vers than the tr vers

“Everything about you is so terrible” “terrible?” “Terrible.” “Aw :(“

EUAGH THE LINE CHANGE FROM “HEAD TO DRAMA PRACTICE” TO “HEAD TO PLAY REHEARSAL” I LOVE THEM :(((

RICH SAYING “OW” AFTER HIS VERSE IN HALLOWEEN

THE FACT THAT GEORGE BREATHES BEFORE THE LAST “BATHROOM” IN MITB..

Just the way that Chloe and Jenna say “No I’m not.” “Yeah I know 😒”

“Excuse me? What the frick is that?” “Uhh.. a super computer from Japan that can solve all your problems? Oh- and Mountain Dew-“

AND THE LINE CHANGE FROM “LUNCH? JUST THE TWO OF US?” TO “BOLWING ALLY PERFORMANCE ARTS? JUST THE TWO OF US?” UAAA IT SHOWS THAT JEREMY ACTUALLY LISTENS TO CHRISTINE :(((

[resident-gay-bitch]

My Barty Crouch Jr headcannons:

He’s a kleptomaniac - at least to some degree. I think he can’t help but steal things from the people he loves, like he’s just always taking their shit and he has little collections of his favorite people’s things hidden away in his room

He actually has a massive fucking heart and feels so deeply but he doesn’t let anyone know that because his father kept telling him it wasn’t manly to have emotions so he shuts them all up

Death eater or not - wizards or not - stuck in a war or not - no matter fucking what circumstance Barty would actually kill for those he loves. If someone he cares about comes crying about being hurt he would lash out and hurt them back and he would not hesitate to kill them if granted permission

He’s not the healthiest. He smokes compulsively, if he was alive now he’d also vape like it was his last resort.

His diet is basically energy drinks, chips, and plain pieces of bread. He really doesn’t eat much at all so he’s really skinny to the point where it’s concerning and borderline an eating disorder.

He’s never or will never love anyone to the extent that he loves Pandora. He looked at her one day and just decided she was his entire fucking world. She’s the only one he really opens up too, the only one who sees him cry (before his lover), the first person besides his mum who’s ever hugged him and held him and told him he’s worthy of being loved. He would go to the ends of the earth for her, and he really wishes he could just put her in his pocket and protect her from everything. They are the ultimate besties.

Barty falls for every single one of his friends. Some deeper than others. But he gets crushes on anyone that makes the time for him, listens to what he has to say, and genuinely enjoys his presence. There aren’t many that do, so he genuinely fucking clings.

That man would have the most random fucking tattoos ever. They’re mostly cool as shit. Like he’ll have big scary boy tattoos but then smushed in between scorpions and snakes and like demons with blood he’d just have a little ghost with love heart eyes or something. Most of the random ones are because they’re funny or because Pandora said she liked something so he just got a tattoo of it. He also has her name tattood on his chest.

He has had them most retched mullets in his days. He only gets rid of them when Pandora finally breaks and asks him to grow it out. He somehow still gets bitches with those atrocities though.

If he was alive now, he would definitely own a maid costume and would pull it out at the most random times. Regulus / Evan would fucking thirst over it so much.

Acts like a dom outside the bedroom, the most bottom man ever in the bedroom - but he’s cheeky about it

He just wants to be loved at the end of the day

Would 1000% have a dick piercing. Probably even more than one. He would also have a dick tattoo because he’s stupid

His favorite colours are pale forest greens and sky blues

Socks on at all times when he’s around other people or in active mode. The only time they come off is in the shower or bed, and only if he’s in bed alone. Man’s will be butt ass naked without a care but he will still be wearing his socks. He also only owns dumb socks

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE SOME OF YOURS! come put them all in my ask box <3

I do have more but this is what I’m sharing for now :)))

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SNOW FALLS: DARK! AEMOND X OC/READER CHAPTER 31: The Hopes of Winter 18+ MDNI

🔷Summary: (for this chapter only) Aemond became your husband and now you are having his child. Helaena returns from her revenge at the North, and you expierence and learn to know the man you married all too well.

🔷Author's note: DARK dead DOVE DO NOT EAT OK

Wordcount :6092 

WARNINGS: Aemond is dark, Aegon and Aemond are woman-hating shits (calling rhae-rhae awful things) Birth, childbirth, blood, gore, children dying (not oc's second child!) and fucking, rawdogging and aemond being a asshole for 6000 words straight! FINAL ONE: This is my second darkest fic. BE WARRY!

You have endured a lot of pain. Both mental and physical. You have been tattood against your will feeling every bit, you lost your first born baby, you were stabbed, tortured, raped, defiled, enslaved and abused. Yet it all seems nothing to the pain that is childbirth. You are laying in your husband’s bed, your legs wide as you try to push out your child. Aemond is nearby still, but you can tell he is not with you. He keeps eying the skies for the return of his brother or his sister. It's been a while since Helaena left the castle on Dreamfyre, and according to spies she has headed North to burn the ancestral seat of House Stark and to avenge her child. She should be heading to Dragonstone, you think. Cregan is not innocent and deserves to suffer for what he did, but the real villain is at Dragonstone. You know so.  ‘’Any sign of your sister?’’ You ask between grunts and groans.

Aemond folds his hands on his back as he stiffly turns around, looking at you as you try to give birth to your child. He needs a split moment to think before he walks away from the window, and instead joins your side, grasping your hands so firmly. ‘’Don’t you dare think of that right now. You focus on our babe.’’ He tells you instead of answering your question. You give a nod.

The wetnurses and midwives do their best as you try to give birth but truth be told it's much more complicated than you imagined. And much more painful. You don't understand how anyone could ever endure such torture. You are close to giving up, and you only just started. ‘’My lady, you must push. This child needs to get out of your body.’’ The midwife known as Jayne speaks as she tries to help you. Aemond turns his head away respectfully to the window and you can’t help but feel this is all your fault somehow.

Helaena was furious with her own loss, but you talked with her which inspired her to get her dragon and to do something about it. You know from history books how well those stories end.

You hear your midwife scream in your ear and you can’t help but flinch. “Push, my lady, Push!” The midwife helps. You think back of your first child that also died. Of your family that endured the same fate. Of your mother who lied. Even of the pain Aemond caused you. And the pain you caused yourself.

You need to push.

In more than one way.

You need to stop being this weak girl. You need to grow up. You need to start living your life. You brace yourself and give a final big Push with an ungodly cry that could rival any warrior. You focus on a painting on the wall, the painting of the castle of Harrenhall as you finally hear the most precious, breakable, and wonderful sound you ever heard.

A baby crying followed by relieved sighs of the women in the room. The baby is plucked from your body and wrapped in silk green with gold blankets. You notice tiny dragons embroidered on the fabric. You reach out with your arms, eager to hold your bundle of joy. The midwives walk away with your baby instead, and they only have eye for Aemond from that moment on. Your smile dies, and you quickly cover your belly with your arms, hiding that you ever wanted to hold what is rightfully yours.

Aemond is standing as a guard nearby, his face unreadable and stoic until they put the baby in his arms. At first, he seems lost and confused with the crying creature in his arms. He even tries to put the child back in the arms of the lady who gave him the baby. But she simply steps out of reach and bows. “Congratulations, your royal highness. You have a healthy baby girl.” Aemond’s good eye blinks at the crying creature still swaddled in blankets.

A girl.

You think back of what Aemond once told you. How a girl would and should never inherit. How a girl is only good for alliances. How a girl's only value is to bring her husband children.

You expect him to scream in rage and to throw a tantrum and a vase or two or perhaps to kill the midwives for their failure.

You aren't quite prepared for what happens however. Aemond's lips begin to fall in a gentle smile as he softly and gently unravels the baby a bit so he may reach her head. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He speaks in high Valyrian and although you can't understand a word of what he says, you understand that he is praising her. He is happy with her despite her gender. You even dare say that you see his good eye become watery as he looks at the precious gift that the gods bestowed upon you both. You see a man that looked for his place in the world and that finally has found what he always wanted: A family. A true family that loves him no matter what.

‘’Is she healthy?’’ You ask, your voice still strained from the screaming you did. Jayne nods, and your worst fears vanish.

‘’As healthy as can be.’’ You cry of relief, of the pain and the stress of the situation. You did it. The baby is healthy.

Aemond walks to you, offering you the baby as he takes place next to you on the bed.  “I was just saying; I said she is as beautiful as her mother.” He kisses your sweaty forehead. You would have advised against that but its too late now. You take the baby from him, finally holding your child. Your baby.

And it's the most precious thing in the world to you. You understand why you suffered now. You understand it so well. To feel her heartbeat in your arms and to see her tiny hands and fingers. It's all so precious. So unlike this cold-blooded world. It feels as if you were drowning for years in sea, looking for your own wooden plank to hold, to survive. And now you have reached the shore.

“How are they both doing?” Aemond asks, to be certain. He knows they can't lie to him.

Jayne checks your bleedings one final time to make sure all is well before she informs Aemond. “Her Lady is doing well and so is the little Princess. I have never seen such a fierce baby, my prince.” She tells him with a chuckle.

You assume Aemond would hate her comment, as women aren’t supposed to be fierce. Women are submissive, women are mothers, not warriors. But instead he softly touches the cheeks of the baby with his finger, gently not to hurt her.  “She'll be a dragonrider for sure.” Aemond hums. “A fierce warrior.” He says, pride taking over. “She'll be like her father, and her ancestor. She'll be the terror of the skies and her enemies will weep blood.” Blood.

You remain with your child in bed as worry grows. Your mother told you she would soon be there. But what does that mean? A physical visit? You doubt Aemond would even let her set foot in the capital. Your husband notices your change of behavior. ‘’Everyone out.’’ He says, clapping his hands. ‘’I wish to be alone with my wife.’’ He adds, his voice taking a sinister tone when they don’t obey his command at first.

The crowd slowly walks to the doors and soon you and Aemond are alone with your baby. You place your head against his chest and let him hold you as you softly begin to exhale. ‘’I am worried.’’ You begin.

Aemond sighs, but admits that he feels the same. ‘’I am too. But that witch will have to wait. We first need to see how and what Helaena did.’’ You look at your baby, feeling guilty as Jaeheyres had just been found dead. Murdered at the hands of the senseless, cruel and unholy Black fraction of the Targaryens. Things you cannot think of right now, but things that haunt you all the same.

‘’What do you think of the name Sansa?’’ You ask, smiling. You were in love with that name long before you had met Aemond. The name is Northern and classic, beautiful and elegant. It is perfect for the young Princess.

But to think that Aemond would even like such a simple name, that was too much to ask. Aemond frowns as if you suggested something disgusting.  ‘’A Northern name? She’s a Targaryen.’’ He chuckles as if he finds your idea silly. ‘’She needs a powerful name, one that will introduce her before people meet her.’’ You wonder long about the answer.

He chuckles, plucking the child from your arms as you let out a confused whimper. He carries her to her crib, where a dragon egg awaits her. ‘’You don’t need to think of it alone, luckily. I will be here and my opinion counts too. Now, shall we go? I am sure we can give her to a wetnurse for now.’’ He is impatient to get rid of her. You can tell. But why?

You expected more time with the baby but you didn't protest. This is how ladies do it. How a princess consort does this apparently. You need to fight every impulse to cling to your child. To stay with her. To defend her from the evils in this world. Because you know better than most what the world does to kind and innocent creatures. It burns them until there is nothing left to burn. It eats out the soul of their bodies until no soul remains and it smashes dreams and kills hope. It's a cruel cruel world and for a moment you regret birthing your precious child because you know she will be just another challenge.

Not to you, obviously. 

But to your enemies.

And to Aemond's especially.

You dress in a green with golden dress and make your way downstairs to the throne room with your husband. He walks in front of you and you have trouble keeping up, as his legs are longer and he walks quicker. As you pass by servants and nobles they all nod to you and bow for Aemond.

When you enter the throne room, there is a chill of change in the air. King Aegon no longer inappropriately hangs on the iron throne, as you saw him many times before. He sits now, his crown properly on his head, no more tilted. And his expression haunts you. Jealousy and anger is written across his face, and nothing can erase that. He smiles at you, but you feel threatened regardless. 

Aemond greets Aegon formally and you do the same, barely looking into Aegon’s eyes, still mad that he wanted you, a pregnant woman, punished. Aegon’s neck snaps and you watch as he sits up, taking in your new gown. ‘’Finally dressing as if you are one of us, little Fox.’’ He uses Aemond’s nickname for you, but you aren’t happy with that. You aren't happy with something else either.

“As IF you are one of us.”

So that implies you aren't one of them at all. That you'll be nothing but a guest and a consort here. You read Aegon's attention in his eyes as he challenges you to speak to him, the King and your brother in law. You bow your head.

“Do we have news about Helaena?” You listen in subtly when Aemond begins this conversation. “Surely she is spotted somewhere. We have eyes and ears in all the Kingdoms. I can take Vhagar, we can look for her.’’ Vhagar, the dragon. It’s been years since you married him and you still pray for him everytime he climbs on that beast.

Aegon does not respond at first, toying with his rings and a small council ball made of a yellow stone. He keeps staring at you, at the ball but never says a word. ‘’Your Grace?’’ Aemond asks, trying to get his attention. But that does not do anything.

‘’I want them all dead.’’ His voice is barely a whisper, his eyes in a haunting state as he gazes at the ball in his hand. ‘’I need them all dead.’’ He continues, whispering still. Some nobles present share a look and you even see Lady Ereya chuckle at the display. You glare at her, finding it highly inappropriate not to mention dangerous.

Aegon rises from the throne suddenly, pulling the sword Blackfyre as he screams in pure rage and heartbreak, the way only a parent can. ‘’I want them all dead!’’ He screams, surprising you with his rage. Aemond subtly pushes you behind him, to protect you.

Aemond approaches the throne as Aegon covers his face with both his hands, dropping the council ball for just a brief moment. Aemond kneels to pick up the ball and hands it to his king. Aegon tries to take the ball back, his eyes wet with tears and his breath shaking. But Aemond does not let go of him just yet. Their eyes meet and you see the reflection of Aegon’s rage in Aemond’s eyes. ‘’We will feed that whore, the slut of dragonstone, and all her sniveling unworthy bastards to the dragons. We will make her name an insult, her legacy a mockery, and no one, no one will stand in our way. We will rain fire and blood down upon her, her bastards and that coward that she married. And that husband of hers, I want his head cut off and used as a drinking cup.’’ Aemond promises his king. Aegon nods, and you can tell he puts comfort out of those words, as he lets go of the council ball and holds onto Aemond instead. A touching display. You would almost forget that Aemond threatened to kill Aegon so few moons ago. 

Aemond’s words are morbid and full of hatred. He looks at you as if he promises you the same vow, to see the Queen and King of Dragonstone die for your unborn child. Aegon lets go first, adjusting himself back to the role at hand. The role of the King. ‘’To answer your question: I don’t know where she is. She is in the North. But the North, as your wife can confirm, is massive. Even a dragon cannot be spotted that easily. Never mind it’s enemy territory.’’ 

You can see the worry on Aemond’s face increase. ‘’If Rhaenyra sent someone down there, she could be in danger. What if Jace is there?’’ You remember meeting with Prince Jacaerys and Lord Stark in the tavern. And so does Aemond.

Aegon does not fear Jace or pretends to not fear him. He doubles over laughing despite his tears. ‘’Then I will celebrate two of my siblings becoming Kinslayers.’’ He says. “Helaena is like a chameleon. She can adjust and hide and cloak herself very well. I have been searching since the morning and it's evening now. I don't suspect we will find her until she wants to be found.”

The doors of the throne room are thrown open as a smaller lady approaches, her riding gown blackened with dried blood and ash. As she approaches the throne, men quickly bow, women curtsy and all lower their eyes as their Queen, their rightful queen walks past them. Aemond is the last one to bow to her, taking his distance so Aegon may greet his Queen. 

Helaena does not speak. Her face is blackened with ash of fire. Her once beautiful hair is now an ungodly mess, with streaks of blood in it. She united her hair messily with a bun, eager to get on her dragon to bring destruction and justice. 

There is nothing left of the Sweet princess, of the mother that she was. All of that is burned to ashes. She no longer cares about appearances. Not anymore.

Her eyes used to be full of life and sparkling, in a way. Now you see an emptiness no word could describe and no riches could fill. A void left by the loss of a child that has marked her forever. Helaena takes off her riding gloves and gives them to a nearby servant, ignoring the crowd watching her, judging her in silence. You feel as if you must say something, anything. 

Helaena’s enemies were untouchable, so she went after yours. She killed innocent Northerners because of you. She did so, for you. She has brought a bag with her, that she proudly empties in front of both her brothers. You watch as an unfamiliar head comes rolling out of the bag, staining the red keep tiles with blood, gore and shock. ‘’There was something waiting for me when I arrived in the North.’’ She reveals, her voice soft and still the same. ‘’But I took care of it. I thought it’d make a wonderful token for the Bitch Queen at Dragonstone.’’ You are looking at the serving head of a mere child, if you can even call him that. A child that had its whole life ahead of him. Barely six years old, if you had to guess. 

Aemond and Aegon do know who this is, and judging by the bloodied white streaks of hair that the child's head has, you assume that he must be related to them somehow. Aegon is at first disgusted, then overjoyed as he begins to chuckle. ‘’My wife! My lovely wife!’’ He grabs Helaena by her bloodied hands and gives her a kiss on her forehead. It is more the kind of kiss a brother would give his sister, not the way a husband would kiss a wife. Aemond has another reaction. 

‘’Where’s the rest of his body?’’ He asks, and you judge him and his siblings silently for these actions. ‘’We must be careful with what we do with the body, but I have a few ideas. We can send his limbs to Rhaenyra’s bannermen. Let her collect her son piece by piece.’’ 

That feels as if he slaps you across your face.

‘’Like what you did to my own family members?”’ You whisper, hurt by his description and eagerness. You feel your tears sting behind your lashes. Aemond tilts his head at you and waits for the tears to fall. You thought he had changed. You were wrong.

Helaena ignores your whispers as does Aemond. ‘’In the bag. I took it all with me. As all his toys he had at Winterfell. I left Rhaenyra a note as well.’’ She brags, grinning as the rest of the court watches in stunned silence.

You feel like you are going to throw up. Can’t they see this just as wrong as killing your own child, as killing Jaeheyres? No. They can’t. ‘’Who is this?’’ You ask, your voice soft.

Aemond gives the head of the child a soft kick, so you may see the massive cut on his neck. You are forced to watch it, as Aemond remains by your side, holding you. ‘’Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaenyra and Daemon, who killed your son, and my heir. Who killed the Crown prince-’’

‘’He was innocent!” You shout, breaking free from his grasp. ‘’He was a child! What crimes did he commit? Not his parents, but him?’’

Aemond does at first not meet your eye and sighs. ‘’I thought you understood the cost of war, Willa. I must say you disappoint me.’’ He says, as if this is somehow your fault. You huff, preparing yourself to leave this room at once. But he blocks your path right away, reminding you are in this now whether you like it or not.

‘’A son for a son they said.’’ Helaena pauses to glance at the head. ‘’Well I agree. A son for a son, indeed.’’ She empties the sack and toys, stuffed plushies covered in blood come out. Toys like dragons made of wood, and fabric, as well as seahorses, and eventually a small ring worth a fortune. Rhaenyra’s ring, you assume.

‘’How did you capture him?’’ You manage to ask, sickened by the sight of the decomposing stinking body. Worms crawl over his head, into his eye socket, and out of it with the same pace.

Helaena does not acknowledge you at first. She stares into the distance. ‘’I had to pretend I was his mother. I snuck into his bedchamber, prepared to behead him the same way they beheaded my son. The boy woke up, however.’’ You wonder if her own son did the same thing.

‘’And he looked into my eyes and said ‘’Mommy.’’ I never knew I could miss hearing that word from the mouth of a boy.’’ She shivers, her eyes watering. ‘’He thought I was Rhaenyra. He thought so, until I cut him open and silenced his screams with a pillow.’’ A horrible description for a horrible world.  What of the Northerns? Surely they noticed their guest missing?

‘’They put Viserys somewhere else, sadly.’’ She continues. You can tell she is relieved at that, however. She could not take another life. ‘’I took the bag, disguised myself as a servant and left Winterfell.’’ That does not explain why she is covered in blood and ash. 

She stops her eyes telling enough and too much. ‘’I left for King’s Landing after that. I burned seven villages when leaving. I burned seven-’’ She takes a shaky breath. ‘’I burned seven villages and none of it will bring back my son!’’ She covers her ears with her hands, her bloodstained hands as she takes the one after the other heartbreaking deep breath, almost a whimper. 

Helaena calms herself in a moment, understanding she must act now or mourn for the rest of her life. ‘’We must attack Dragonstone. Daemon has set out for Harrenhal." Aemond perks up by those words and you don’t like where this conversation is going. ‘’Vhagar, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. Together we can do it.’’ She says.

They plan to kill the Queen.

You harbor no love for Rhaenyra, none at all.

But this feels like a mistake.

A deadly one.

Aemond is not that enthusiastic either. He knows better than most what that would be mean. He thought of this plan often too, you can tell. ‘’That is a risk. Not with Moondancer, Syrax, whatever reptile Jace flies and Rhaenys being there. We must wait for them to split so we can take them out, one by one.’’ A clever strategy.

Aegon is also doubting this new plan. “A dangerous plan. We must discuss this with the council first-” Helaena laughs in his face, getting closer to her husband and brother, lecturing him as if he is a little boy.

She snarls. “The same council that allowed my son to get murdered? I would rather jump out of a window!” You feel a sharp pain in your stomach and briefly double over. 

‘’May I be excused?’’ You asked, as the pain only increases and builds.

Aegon shakes his head. ‘’So you can write to your friends? No. You’ll stay.’’ You don’t want to write to anyone. You want to see your daughter and go to bed. ‘’How will-’’ Your cries interrupt the King’s words as you scream out in pain, clutching your stomach as blood comes pouring out of your gown again. You don’t understand. You had your baby.

Disgusted, the King backs away. Aemond forgets about his revenge for a brief moment and grabs your hands, worried. ‘’Someone get a maester! Now!’’ He yells at the servants and crowd. One of the noble ladies rushes to your side, her black locks dancing in your face as she kneels by your side.

‘’Take deep breaths, my Lady.’’ She whispers. ‘’You are having your afterbirth.’’ After what now? You look at Aemond as the lady begins to caress your belly with her mere fingers. It instantly feels…better somehow.

You back away, as you feel a familiar tingle in the air. The same tingle whenever your mother touched you or hugged you, held you or comforted you. This woman is a witch.

‘’Come, I think you want to go back to the bedroom.’’ Aemond lifts you and carries you with him as a sack of potatoes. You and him leave behind the smirking woman, who tilts her head at you and simply waves. Even though she does not say it.

You just know…

You will see her again.

—-

You are in bed again, holding your daughter and feeling much better. You are still mad at Aemond, however. “I am sorry.” He says. You nod, you hoped he would be. 

He continues, watching you nurse your baby and letting her feed at your breasts. “It's my fault, in truth. The wetnurses tell me that this is not an uncommon thing. They knew this was coming and wanted you here in this room so you could have it…properly and with dignity and I took that from you.” You sigh. You had hoped he would apologize for something else. But you know him too well to hope that.

So you ask a totally unrelated question. “Why does she scare you?” You tilt your baby’s head so she may see her father who keeps his distance from her.

Aemond chuckles, scoffing and denying it. ‘’I am not scared of a mere baby.’’ You lift your brows. He sighs, allowing himself to admit it.  “She makes me feel things. Things I don't understand. Things I can't understand.”

“Can't or want?” You ask sharply, done with his deflections and lies.

He sighs, sitting by your side at least.  “She makes me feel..vulnerable. She is another weakness. Another soul for me to protect. Another light to be snuffed out by enemies.” You hear him. You do. You are facing familiar fears. He is afraid he will lose her. You give him the baby.

And slowly his smile returns, as he holds her. ‘’Aemond, I know our relationship is far from perfect. And I know war is brewing all around us. But know this: I will do whatever is best for my child. You can deny us and forsake us and doom us but your responsibility for this child, to me, won’t vanish because of it. You will only look as a coward for it.’’

‘’Aren’t you scared?’’ He asks, genuinely.

You nod. You are. ‘’I am granted a gift, Aemond. I rather know her and lose her than not know her and lose her in another way entirely.’’

You see he needs another push. No, you feel he needs another push. “We will do this together.” You whisper caressing his locks. “You will be a great father. I know it.” You whisper. 

Aemond nods, and allows himself to sit back with the baby in his arms. He takes the baby blanket from her, showing it to you with a proud smile. “I had the servants work on it. The dragons are on just one side, if I may..”

He turns the blanket inside out so you may see the other side. Foxes. Little foxes in orange and white. You tear up. Your house colors and your sigil. “Our child should know her mother's house.” He whispers as he caresses your face. 

You nod speechless. One house, at least. Your father’s house. Your husband puts the blanket back around your baby and he seems more at ease. Still clumsy and nervous but more at ease. ‘’How about…Darya?’’ He asks. You at first are confused. Who is Darya? Until you see him nod at the baby.

‘’Darya?’’ You repeat, after him, testing the name as you look at the little one who is now peacefully napping in her father’s arms. ‘’I don’t know, Aemond.’’ Isn’t it too early to name this child?

‘’It means Queen in Valyrian.’’ He says. ‘’A well chosen name. And we can, if we must-’’ He takes a deep dramatic breath. ‘’Even spell it with a Y instead of the classic I if we must.’’ He looks at you expectedly, knowing he offers you a great gift.

You look at your baby. You know how well the Valyrians act to outsiders. You were a Northern, once perhaps. But that was before you married a Southern prince. ‘’No.’’ You say, surprising both him and yourself. ‘’I want her to have a proper Valyrian name. Daria is fine.’’ You kiss his cheek, confirming your choice and you aren’t sure who you are lying to. Him or yourself.

Aemond begins kissing you back, his kisses mirroring the hunger he feels inside. ‘’I wish to lay with you, and give you thousands of my children.’’ He whispers. ‘’But the maester said we had to be careful, my fox. So until we are certain, we must be contempt with kisses alone.’’ You wouldn’t lay with him anyway. He hurt you today. More than he seems to know.

—-

The next morning you are feeding Daria when there's a knock on your door. You didn’t bother to dress or to do your hair. ‘’In.’’ You say.

Dowager Queen Alicent finally enters your room, her eyes glued to the child in your arms. ‘’Look, it is your grandmother.’’ You say to Daria. ‘’You must say hello.’’ You hold out your child for Alicent to touch but she does not allow herself to come even near your child.

She is not here for good news. You are worried.

‘’Aemond told me you named her Daria.’’ You did.

‘’We did.’’ You say, correcting her. ‘’We named her together.’’ You smile recalling how happy you were last night.

Alicent is here for something else. She finally speaks, informing you of facts. ‘’Aemond is out today. Your daughter’s name day has been postponed.’’ You feel stress take over.

‘’Why?’’ You ask, paranoid. ‘’What has happened? Where is Aemond?’’

Alicent sighs. ‘’I don’t know how to tell you this, Willa.’’

‘’Tell me what?’’

‘’There has been a fire. At Wylde Crest.’’

Your heart sinks. Your home. ‘’The flames swallowed the gods' woods. And the people in the keep. Something locked the doors. They either burned to death or suffocated.’’ You cover your mouth to stop the sobs.

‘’My people…’’ You whisper to yourself.

Alicent joins you on the bed, rubbing your back. ‘’I know you feel a great responsibility to them. But you must think of yourself and your child now. Aemond is already investigating.’’ That is exactly what worries you.

—-

You later are walking past the small council chamber. You hear the voices of Aegon, Helaena, Alicent and Aemond. ‘’What did you tell her?’’ Aemond’s voice rings out. You know he speaks of you. You halt.

Alicent’s voice response is in anger. ‘’A lie.’’

‘’A lie? She must know the truth.’’ Aemond says. ‘’She must know what kind of people she offered refugee and housing.’’ He sounds so hateful. ‘’If you plan on exposing my crimes, at least add the proper motivation!’’

‘’People you killed, no?’’ Your blink confused at her words. He? Aemond?

Aemond’s voice becomes an annoyed growl. ‘’Yes, because they were traitors. I had the entire castle killed when we left for King’s Landing. But Willa does not know that. If she knows they were traitors, she understands.’’ How long ago did you leave? Moons ago. You sink to the floor, covering your mouth so they cannot hear you. You whimper as tears burst from your eyes. Aemond slaughtered your household, your friends and servants.

‘’And if she does not?’’ Alicent remarks. ‘’How long do you plan to keep it from her? Now that a survivor of your crimes has begun telling the horrors of what happened there-’’

She is interrupted by council members speaking. You focus on only Aemond’s voice. ‘’We have a child now. Willa must let go of her pity childhood feelings and now become a woman. She cannot afford to care about some stones with a roof anymore. She is a Princess. It is time she acts like one.’’ Your heart does not break because it can’t break any further. Yet you weep and stand up. ‘’And if she does not, I have no choice but to put her in her place, as any husband must do for his wife.’’

—

When Aemond returns it is storming.

‘’Why did you kill them exactly?’’ You ask the moment he has entered. You can see he knows what you are talking about. He sighs, expecting this conversation.

‘’They were a threat to the realm.’’ He says. You don’t believe that.

‘’Why did you kill them?’’ You ask again, less patient.

He growls, losing his temper. ‘’Because I wanted you here with me. Not there. You had to be separated from your home. One way or another.’’ There it is. He was worried you would leave him one day. That is why he destroyed your home. So you have no home to return to.

‘’You killed my friends.’’ You whisper, your eyes filled with hatred.

To that he laughs. ‘’What friends, Willa? They hated you the moment you became my wife. They helped those assassins get in and get away too. You never have been their lady.’’

You break, believing every word. For it the truth. What did they even do for you? You've never been a Northern girl. Not truly. And now you never will be. Aemond wraps his arms around you, hushing you. ‘’It is alright, Little Fox. I will never leave you. I will never not act in your best interests, no matter if you can’t see it yourself.’’ You don’t even try to break free anymore from his grip.

You allow him to kiss you, and kiss him back. You first take off his eyepatch. Then, you bend on the bed.   You don’t see it as punishment or hate. You need to feel things. Good things. Happy things, anything but the suffering. Aemond’s mouth sinks to your entrance as he begins sucking, pleasuring you orally as he pins your hands above your head. ‘’Going to fuck you, to show you how much I love you, little Fox.’’ He rasps. ‘’You’re going to be heard all the way in the North.’’ He adds, firing himself up. You are glad your daughter is with her nurse at the moment.

You consent by kissing his lips and taste yourself on his lips. You allow Aemond to bend you on your knees and to hold your hips as he slams his cock inside of you with a war cry, fucking you. ‘’Just as good as I remember.’’ He whispers, kissing your shoulders. Your moans become cries and your cries becomes screams as you finish with your husband fucking out his frustration on your body. 

You force him to take you harder, throwing back your hips as you reach the one after the other pleasure point and your breath quickens as you feel Aemond’s perfectly erected cock slam inside of you, pushing you to the limits. You claw at his hands that hold your hips as he fucks you savagely, certain you are pregnant again. ‘’Harder.’’ You hiss, wishing to be taken away from the misery.

Aemond happily obeys, fucking you so rough that you are sure there is blood on his member. He slides in faster and harder, and you can barely take it. It is too rough and too much but you want to feel better. ‘’Going to come, little fox.’’ He whispers in his strained voice and he grabs your back, pulling your body near him as if he is steering a pig in a stable. He slams inside of you again, groaning and grunting as he finishes with a satisfied little groan, filling you with warm seed.

You are now pinned under him and pleasured again, fucked and fingered as you try your best to come for him too. Your husband tries but your anger and disappointment is big. But eventually, by closing your eyes and pretending today was just a bad dream, you too come.

You feel better.

Aemond wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer. ‘’If it counts, I am sorry. I am sorry you don’t have that sweet innocent man you always wanted. But you would be bored.’’ He kisses your forehead and then he goes to sleep. You allow yourself to fall with your heads in the pillows and stare at the ceiling. Hating yourself and him a bit more than you did before.

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A/N

Not them having hate sex-

I can't with these two.

Therapy is not strong enough we need something else xD

Special thanks to friend for the name Daria and the idea to Kill off little Aegon instead of Jace:)

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6. night out

The sound of Heeseung's footsteps echos along the almost empty street. The orange light on the tip of his cigarette brightens as he takes in a drag of his cigarette safely proped between his rough, tattood fingers. It's an especially cold night, but somehow his body is satisfied with his ripped jeans and leather jacket over a thin grey hoodie.

It was supposed to be an uneventful walk home, but destiny had other plans. Not far ahead in front of him is an obviously wasted man and a girl accompanying him. Heeseung's fucked up eyesight doesn't allow him to recognize the stranger's face but the loud voice is unmistakable.

It's the guy that somehow has continously popped up in Heeseung's mind ever since they met.

Yn is unique. Heeseung has truly never met someone like him. You can never quite predict what he'll do or say and Heeseung's intrigued to say the least.

The boy in question falls flat on his face with a grunt of pain as his friend laughs her ass off. Heeseung decides to approach.

"That was quite a fall." Heeseung notes as he crouches next to Yn and turns him on his back. "Can you stand?"

"I can but I don't want to." Yn asnwers and grins.

"So you're gonna spend the night here?" Heeseung asks and pokes Yn's cheek. Yn frowns and rubs the sore spot.

"You can carry me." He suggests.

"You watch too many kdramas." Heeseung retorts and scoffs. Yn just shrugs.

"Are you really not getting up?" Heeseung asks.

"Nope."

"Fine. Get on my back." Heeseung turns around and Yn lazily climbs onto his back, resting his arms on Heeseung's broad shoulders. "I'll take it from here." He states as he turns to the girl. She just smiles and waves, seemingly a little drunk herself.

The whole way to Yn's room is filled with his unintelligeble mumbling. He even takes out his phone to type something out.

Heeseung is quite worn out by the time he finally arrives to the building, climbs a few flights of stairs and sets Yn on his bed. He helps him out of his clothes except underwear and gets him a new T-shirt.

It's funny. They've seen each other few times already, but Heeseung never quite noticed how attractive Yn actually is until he saw him sprawled out on flowery bed sheets under the dim flickering light of a cheap lamp.

Heeseung takes a second to truly appreciate his features as he leans in a little closer. He's just Heeseung's type.

Suddenly the two make eye contact. Yn visibly squirms under Heeseung's intense gaze. Heeseung doesn't move away however, instead he puts his right hand on Yn's cheek, thumb lightly grazing the warm skin in short strokes.

"How drunk are you?" He whispers.

"Not that much anymore. I think the pain sobered me up a little." Yn answers, voice weak.

"If I tried to kiss you right now, would you let me?" Heeseung adds. Yn nods slowly and the other doesn't hesitate.

He leans in, his lips moving slowly against Yn's while he slowly wraps his arms around Heeseung's neck. Heeseung's own hand slowly travels south until his fingers sneak their way under the hem of Yn's T-shirt.

Then all of a sudden Yn completely stops reciprocating. Heeseung pulls away, wondering what went wrong.

Yn passed out is what happened. Heeseung can't help but laugh in disbelief.

"Better luck next time."

a/n: KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

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Heya! This is pretty fucked up 💕

For my favorite blog @noellawrites 💕

TW: kinda graphic rape

Yandere!Carmy missed you while he was in New York and makes sure you lose your virginity together, resulting in your pregnancy

It had been two months since it happened. You were waitressing at The Beef when Carmy came home. He was in town for a few days before he finally came to the restaurant. He had been avoiding you and you knew it, but the moment he saw you he walked straight to you and pulled you into his strong arms causing you to drop the plates you had been holding. You embraced him back though and felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was really home.

You had always been a family friend to the Berzattos for as long as you could remember, living near them, going to church and school with them, growing up together. But when Carmy left for New York he hadn't even said goodbye to you, it broke your heart to know your best friend didn't want to see you.

Right before he left he had confessed his love for you. He was your friend though, you didn't see him that way and you had to tell him that. You immediately knew it had hurt him a lot and you'd felt guilt over it ever since. He had never answered your calls or letters while he was away, you heard nothing until that day.

"I've missed you so much." He muttered into your shoulder as he held you like he was never going to let you go. You let out a sob, "I missed you too... I-I'm sorry..." You apologized even though you weren't sure if you should. "I know, it's okay, I know." Carmy muttered before Richie interrupted your reunion.

"Okay! We got customers and orders to remake! Can you guys do this later?" Richie shouted from the back. You bent down and picked up the plates Carmy had knocked out of your hands and wiped your eyes. He grabbed your arm as you stood up, "I gotta run some errands for The Beef, come to my place tonight, let me cook you something and we can talk yeah?" You nodded and smiled at each other, it felt like home again.

That night you knew you were in the right place when you smelled something amazing as you walked down the hall of the apartment building. You knocked on Carmy's door and he opened it almost immediately and pulled you into another long hug.

You pulled away, "Seriously that smells incredible." You say with a laugh. "It's really nothing that fancy," He smiled and led you to the sofa and sat down, "Wine?" He was already pouring two glasses and you nodded, "Thank you." You both sat in silence for a minute sipping on the deep red wine.

"So... I guess we should... talk?" Carmy sat down his wine glass and ran a hand through his hair. You turned your glass in your hand nervously for a moment before setting it down on the coffee table as well.

"Why... why didn't you say goodbye? Why didn't you call me?" You asked with a shakey voice as you held back tears. He took your hand in his larger one, "I'm sorry. I know I hurt you." His brows furrowed, "You hurt me too though." You felt the pang of guilt again, "I know. I'm sorry Carmy, I didn't want you to get hurt." He looked into your eyes. "I waited for you. I didn't see anyone while I was in New York, I only thought of you." He squeezed your hand, "Did you... wait for me too?"

"What...? Oh, Carmy... I'm sorry, I told you I don't think of you like that. You're family, you know you're like a brother to me." He gently let go of your hand and clasped his in front of him. "So you did see people while I was away?" Carmy asked coldly. "Well yes..." You answered feeling shame for some reason.

"Did you let them fuck you?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice. He was looking down at his tattood hands, fists clenched tightly. You felt your cheeks go red immediately with embarrassment and anger. "Carmy! W-what's wrong with you-"

"Did you?" He looked over at you into your eyes and you had to avert your gaze from the piercing blue eyes of the man hunched over next to you. "That's not- I don't see how that's any of your business... but no." You crossed your arms, he had never acted like this before.

"I'm still a virgin too," he said quietly,

You had been close before he left and talked about everything with each other. You'd never had any serious boyfriends and never really trusted anyone enough to give yourself to them, you wanted your first time to be with someone really special. You had talked with Carmy about all of this back when you were best friends.

He leaned over and kissed you hard, you were shocked into stillness for just a moment before jerking away, "Carmy, I really am sorry, but this isn't what I want." You protested. He ignored you and pushed you back onto the couch, laying on top of you and parting your legs with his. He leaned down and tried to kiss you again, when you turned your head away he just kissed your face and neck wherever he could reach.

"You have no fuckin idea how much I missed you..." he grunted. "Carmen stop. You're making me uncomfortable." You were starting to panic and you held onto his thick bicep with one hand and pushed against his strong chest with the other

"No it's okay..." He mumbled into your neck as his hand slid under the hem of your shirt and brushed over your belly making you jump at the contact, "See I knew you'd like it." Carmy smiled against your neck and pushed himself up with one arm and began unbuttoning your pants with the other. You started whimpering and trying to pull yourself out from under him but it was no use, he had gained so much muscle weight in New York you had no chance of moving him.

He held your wrists in one calloused hand above you head while he backed up a bit and yanked your pants off. He fumbled with his own pants before pulling his hard cock out and sighing. You were thrashing and whimpering as you tried to stop him but he held your hip down with bruising pressure to still you before he slowly pushed into you.

"Fuck you're tight, you really did wait for me didn't you? So good for me." You wailed and turned your head to the side into the sofa cushion again but Carmy grabbed your chin and turned your face to look at him, "Please look at me, I want to look in your eyes. I want to remember your face." He begged and pressed clumsy but forceful kisses onto your mouth as he thrust with no rhythm.

"Bear..." You whimpered a last plea before you gave up fighting, "Fuck... there you go, just enjoy it..." he panted. You laid still with tears silently running down your cheeks as you stared, watching the pleasure contort his face as he pressed deep inside you one last time and came groaning your name.

At least it was short you thought to yourself as he lay on top of you, touching you anywhere he could reach, "I love you y/n. You know that right? I love you." Carmy said with a shakey breath as he kissed every inch of you he could reach while his softening cock stayed inside you. You felt his cum start to slide out of you into the couch, "I know Carmy." You stroked his hair.

Now, two months later, you've just found out you were pregnant. Looking down at the positive test made you feel sicker than you had been. You touched your stomach gingerly, wishing you could be happy about this. You ignored your first missed period, sometimes it happened it wasn't a big deal. And you didn't want to think of the alternative. But now it was right in front of you.

You couldn't even quit your job after what had happened. You had no where else to go, everyone at The Beef was your family, it was all you had. You knew if Carmy ever found out he would be elated. You couldn't let him find out.

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but dont think about gerry being transmasc

dont think about the fear within him the day he came out or about marys reaction the first time he cut his hair short. She saw within him the husband she gave up on, a man shed grown over the years to resent bundled into a child she was meant to protect. he latched onto his old nickname- gerry- the one she wanted to eradicate, just like every other piece of evidence that eric had existed only to eventually compromise on gerard, a second name for gerry to hate to what to crawl out of his skin to escape. gerry growing up, a reminder of everything his mother had ever hated and believing hed brought that pain on her

dont think about him coming home from searching for a leitner, stalling and terrified, freshly pierced and tattood, hair dyed black for the first time. Shed hated the last time hed changed, threatened and screamed and what would happen this time. The heartbreaking relief in his mothers eyes that she could barely recognise him, that maybe she liked him better not knowing he was or where hed come from. perhaps the first time he ever felt loved knowing he was seen as a stranger haunting his own home

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DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 1

"Oh come on, you can't sit around and mope for ever." Says Ragnar firmly. "The bitch does not deserve a second thought." Brida crosses her arms under her breasts and looks down on you without a shred of pity. "It is not about her..." You mumble. You can't hate Aethelflaed. Not even for stealing your man.

You sort of had seen it coming already. You knew Aldhelm was smitten with her all along. You were just a stand-in. The moment Erik was no longer in the picture, Aldhelm moved in for the kill. And of course you were left broken hearted. Because despite it all, Aldhelm had been a good boyfriend. He was good to you and now he is good to Aethelflaed. You can't even fault her for giving him the chance.

"Come out with us." Ragnar says gently. "I'll be no fun." You protest feebly. "Nonsense." Brida replies sarcastically.

Three hours later, you find yourself at the local pub, sitting at the bar, chatting to Leofric, the bartender. Anxiety had you showing up way too early. You haven't agreed to meet Ragnar, Bride and their group in another half hour. Leofric is kind and gives you a fresh mnt tea on the house and ypu talk to him about little nothings.

Ragnar and Brida show up 45 minutes later. There is a whole group of other men and one woman with them. She is holding hands with the guy talking to Ragnar.

"Ah, there you are!" Ragnar shouts at you. "We were waiting for you outside!" One of his friends, a bloke with a surgical eyepatch, hoots. "Knowing Y/N, she was waaaay too early." Says Brida. You fluster, she is so right...

"Better early than late." Says the guy Ragnar has been talking to. You send him a small smile and he smiles widely back at you.

"Go, enjoy yourself." Leofric says encouragingly, handing you a bottle of Koparberg. You hop from your stool and follow Ragnar to a collection of high tables.

You end up seated beside a man who introduces himself as Sihtric.

The other men are called; Uhtred, Ragnar's adoptive brother, whom he was talking with, Knut and Rollo, both cousins of Ragnar, Finan, Uhtred's best friend, Osferth, Finan's Boyfriend and Aethelwold, hte bloke with the eyepatch. The woman, very obviously Uhtred's girlfriend, is called Gisela.

You sip your cider, savouring the sweet elder flower and lime flavour.

Ragnar and Finan talk loudest and the other let them dominate the conversation.

Over the course of the evening, you find out Finan and Osferth are the only Christians in the group and Aethelwold is anti-theistic. Though Aethelwold seems to be a rather fervent contrarian in almost every aspect.

He does try to convince you to 'ditch these supersticious morons' and go home with him. At his words, you briefly touch your mjolnir pendant and you can almost feel your Loki tattoo burn on your inner thigh.

It is Sihtric who gets up, though.

"Listen here, you sour little prick, insulting your friends does not make you cool. It won't make her like you. She wears Thor's hammer, too." He says fiercely. Aethelwold scoffs and glowers at Sihtric. But he does not get up.

You send Sihtric a sweet smile.

Rollo buys you another drink and Ragnar gets a couple plates of loaded nachos.

You let the others do most of the talking, keenly listening to their tall tales and adventures alike. Finan has a good few droll stories about a couple of local Karens that frequent his bakery and Uhtred adds to it by telling of the same group of ladies and their shenanigans in the aerobics class he teaches.

Osferth turns out to be Aethelflaed's halfbrother, the two being all but Irish twins. Of course, Osferth being the affair baby, he grew up away from his half siblings.

Aethelwold has a lot to say about Osferth's situation and no word of it is kind. Not even to Osferth, or Aethelflaed for that matter. Especially not when Ragnar blurts out Aethelflaed stole your boyfriend.

At that point you really want to disappear into the ether.

"You good?" Sihtric asks. Ge okaces a tattood hand on your thigh and your heart skips a beat. "Y-yeah." You stammer.

"Maybe if one-eye stopped being such a negative nancy, we'd all enjoy our eve better." Finan says loudly. Aethelwold glowers at him, too. "Very well then, Baker Bart, make Y/N's night, why don't you." He sneers.

"He's just salty you won't sleep with him." Sihtric whispers in your ear. You shudder a little and fluster. With Sihtric in your personal space like this, you notice how amazing he smells. Though you can't quite name what it is he smells of.

You last it out one more hour before you feel the yearning for the calmth of your own space win out over the delight of hearing Finan sum up all sorts of delicious pastries.

You hop down from your stool and smile apologetically to Ragnar. "I am calling it a night." You say softly. "Don't worry about the tab, your drinks are on me." Ragnar smiles back at you. "Thanks." You mumble.

You put your small bag over your shoulder and say your goodbye's.

Sihtric hips down from his stool. "I'll walk you home." He says with a lazy grin. "Thanks." You murmur.

He puts his warm hand on the small of your back and leads you out of the pub.

"Show me the way, pretty lady." He purrs.

So you head home, Sihtric's hand still on the small of your back. It makes you feel all fluttery inside.

"Well ... This is me." You say, once you have arrived at the low wooden fence of your tiny front garden. "Good night, then." Sihtric's hand slowly slips from your hip to your backpocket, pulling out your phone. You watch him grin and swipe for an emergency call, to put in a number and then his own phone rings.

He hands you your phone back with a wink.

"See you around, pretty one." He murmurs, before turning on his heel. "G-Good night..." You mutter, slightly starstruck. "Text me when you get home safe!" You then cry out to him. "I will!" Sihtric hollers back.

You watch until he has disappeared from sight. Then you head inside.

Your cat is immediately excited to see you. He bowls right over in all his juvenile happiness. You chuckle and pick his lanky form off of the floor. "Come here, you silly creature." You cooe, nuzzling into his fur.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a text from Sihtric.

'Hey there pretty woman. I got home all right!'

Your heart is racing and you curse yourself for it. You aren't some virginal teenager! But Sihtric sure as hell makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

'I'm glad to hear that.'

'Sweet dreams.'

You stare at your phone, watching as he types his reply.

'You, too.'

'Dream of me.'

The winky face emoji he sends right after makes you throw your phone onto the bed. Remus, the cat, jumps right after it.

You change into your PJs and crawl into bed. Remus curls up on your ankles. You decide to play along.

'Only if you dream of me, too.'

With trembling finger you send along a kissy face emoji.

Sihtric sends back a devil face emoji.

'That's gona be a wet dream, then.'

You blush, even though you are well aware Sihtric can't see you. This is too blatent a flirt and you have no idea how to react.

'Good night...'

You don't want to leave him hanging, though.

You put your phone away and curl up with Remus to drift off to fitful dreamsm which alternate between Aldhelm and Sihtric.

In the morning you find you have gotten Instagram follows from almot all of Ragnar's friends and Aethelwold having slithered into your DMs.

It all pales in comparison to the pic Sihtric sent you via whatsapp though. He's shirtless, in the gym, his chest and abs glistening with chest.

Very impulsively you text him.

'Don't shower, I'll lick the swear off those muscles.'

You spend breakfast going through everyone's instagram profiles.

Finan's page consists almost entirely of baked goods in every shape and form. The baker is evidently a proud tradesman. And his handle @argylecupcakearmy cracks you up. You dish out a few likes and comment on Finan's most recent post. Uhtred seems to travel a lot, posting pictures of far away countries, usually featuring Gisela in beautiful dresses or bikini. He's got a few selfies with Ragnar and Thyrra, but barely any of himself alone. Osferth evidently does not post very often. His pictures are of beautiful churches and old architecture and handletterings of monks long dead.

You have only barely clicked on Sihtric's handle @thegreatdanemusic when he texts you back.

'Now I regret hitting the shower.'

His message is accompanied by another mirror selfie. All he is wearing is a towel. And by the Gods does he look sexy.

'Better luck next time.'

You send your reply with your heart beating in your throat.

'Promise?'

Sihtric sure is cheeky. He makes you blush with too much ease. You almost want to end the conversation then and there. But Sihtric's next text puts you at ease as much as it makes your heart race all over again.

'How about we go out first?'

'Like, on a date?'

'Yeah, a date. A date date!'

You squeal from joy and Remus gives you an offended glare. You giggle and reach down to scratch behind his ear. "It's okay, bud." You cooe.

'I'd love to. What are you up to for tomorrow?'

Nervously you await Sihtric's answer.

'I'm free tomorrow, but I got nothing on today, either.'

You ponder on a reply. Is it wisdom to go out with Sihtric right the fuck now?

'Want to go see a film?'

'Yeah, let me get out of my PJs and into something pretty.'

You fluster darkly all over again. This guy barely knows you, yet it is like he knows exactly what to tell you to butter you up.

You only reply with a blushing emoji. Sihtric in turn sends another devil.

'What film are we going to see?'

'Let me surprise you.'

You shower and dress in ripped skinny jeans, a lace tank top and a flannel over top.

The bell rings as you are hopping around to get your socks on. "Hang on!" You yell. "Okay!" Sihtric hollers back. You put your socks on, as quickly as you can. Then you race to the door, opening it for Sihtric.

He looks insanely good. His curls are lightly windswept and he's wearing black cargo jeans under a simple black tee. The shirt makes his mjolnir pendant stand out where it rests over his chest.

"H-hey." You stammer. "Hey beautiful." Sihtric purrs. "You ready?" You nod, toeing into your shoes. "Perfect." He takes you by the hand.

You shut and lock the door and Sihtric leads you to the local cinema. It is not a very long walk, as you live reasonably close to the town center. The cinema is not very large and mostly shows arthouse films, though a few box office films, though you have never been able to understand how those are selected.

"There is a showing of Barbie in an hour." Sihtric says. "Did you get tickets?" You ask. "I absolutely did." He replies. "You are the best." You grin widely and kiss his cheek.

[sages-music]

ok its not funny anymore

i NEED someone to talk about los campesinos! with. none of my friends irl like them so i feel like i have no way to talk about them and it makes me so !!!!!!! im fucking obsessed with them man. i got my hello sadness vinyl yesterday (shes gorgeous) and im so excited about it, it sounds fantastic.

i just want someone to talk about their lyrics with because !!!! fucking just in hello sadness right

"a wishbone hangs between your breasts, i hope you havent pulled it yet" first of all. im getting a wishbone tattood between my chest at some point because amazing. beautiul.

" i wear a ring of your lipstick around the knuckle of my fourth digit, it reminds me of what our bodies sowed, it will do until we are betrothed" BITCH when i tell you i actually gasped once i comprehended that line because. !!!!!! the imagery? the metaphor? the literary terms that i dont even know bc i dont remember anymore? theyre all fantastic and i want that line tattoo'd on my brain

or oh my god "the space between your navel and your waistband was the ice, where two fingers pirouette but now these hang nails, they just slice" like......... oh my god....... i can SEE it and i can FEEL it and its just. its so good man. i want to take a full class on their lyrics.

i have a book i do lyrical analysis in and its about to only be los camp