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Tom Riddle x reader - blurb/how you(blank) because i need to write SOMETHING

How you meet - During 5th year, its a simple paired potions assignment and you end up getting paired with Tom. he's polite and charming of course, one must be to gain allies, even if they are...less, in his view.

How you gain his attention- Oddly, you don't pay attention to him like most of the girls do(frtho we all be drooling over him and blushing), you just get your work done and be polite. it gains his attention because 'whomst? doesn't react to my charms and face? i must find out the cause'. mans likes a puzzle to solve.

How it starts- he starts hanging around to try and solve the puzzle of you, he wants to know everything, every weakness and every tiny piece about the person who caught his attention. he surmises that he'll lose interest at some point once he learns enough/gains your attention like the other girls always give him. but the longer he hangs around, the more...comfortable he gets. he finds himself gravitating towards you, not really realizing whats happening until its already too late.

How he realizes- during another potions class, Slughorn was reviewing Amortentia and Tom smelled a particular scent that had him reeling back-his eyes going wide and ears turning pink. it was your perfume/shampoo/cologne/body wash/whatever. a smell he had gotten way too acquainted with over the last few months. (yes it takes him literal months to get to this point he is not a love at first sight kinda guy, he has to have some sort of connection) and he has a bit of a breakdown-because haha-WHAT!?

What happens after the realization- He distances himself right away, practically cuts contact. doesn't look at you, doesn't speak to you unless he HAS to. just goes cold turkey. right away he misses you and is just like *AHHHHHHHHHHHHH* but internally...this only lasts about two weeks before he decides 'fuck i miss them' and just stares at you for a good while before he gains to courage to go up to you and start talking again. he keeps his cool, of course he does, but inside he is screaming.

How he confesses- its right before summer break of 5th year, yes he takes forever to confess and he does it right before everyone leaves for the summer, just in case he gets rejected and doesn't have to look you in the eye until the next school term. For once he's fumbling over his words and he cant keep eye contact, his face slowly turning red as you stare at him with a small smile. depending on how you react, he'll either leave with a hidden smile or the STUPIDEST grin he's ever worn, or will wear. the grin will be if you kiss him on the cheek.

When you both come back for 6th year- Oh-he is NERVOUS-he didn't even know he COULD BE nervous. his hands are shaking slightly and he cannot focus on anything he is just so nervous about seeing you again. he hides it well, blank face and everything, but he moment he sees you at the train station, and you smile at him, he cannot help but smile back because holy shit they like me back and i wasn't delusional

lowkey i hc Tom is insecure in relationships(genuine ones)

How he is in a relationship- it takes him a long time to get properly comfortable. pulls back from any pda and wont even let you hold his hand. you can hold his sleeve or something but hand? nope. he's just so unused to being touched in a loving way that he's-almost grossed out by it? but once he finally starts to settle? ooooh he is the cuddliest thing on planet earth. feral cat that felt the loving touch of their human and now will never let them go. pda is at a minimum but now you're always holding hands in some way, pinkies interlocked and everything. study dates are the main dates, but he wont mind a date at the three broomsticks once in a while, as long as you find a quiet corner to hang out in semi-privately. will help you with homework but has to be offered something(wink wink just kidding its candy.) Major! sweet tooth, you could make him commit murder with the offer of sweets(lets be fr he wouldn't need candy to commit murder) jealous! jealous jealous jealous! and possessive, no one is allowed to talk to you, not with out several interviews from Tom and being cleared after taking a written exam on why they wouldn't try anything on his boy/girl.

loves to see you in his hoodies/sweaters, thinks its the best way other than hickeys to mark his territory. will happily give up all his hoodies to make sure everyone knows that you're his.

side note; i see so many tik toks(Slytherin boys react n stuff) that make him super threatening and menacing and willing to kill during the Hogwarts years. like he's smart. really fucking smart. he wouldn't risk anything just for someone he cares a lot about, torture? yes. kill? no. he's not stupid. he's not going to get caught over a stupid boy who gets handsy. will he later kill that idiot after graduation? yes, but during school? when Dumbledore is around to keep an eye on him? no. he's not stupid. he's not a murder machine, he's homicidal not stupid.

Anyway back to the point

Other relationship stuff-

Would take a long time to get to the point were he wants to go past kissing, hell it takes him forever to kiss you for the first time-like legit three months into the relationship. he would do knuckle/hand kisses and cheek kisses here and there-but it takes months for you guys to kiss properly for the first time. but anyway's he had never been attracted to anyone before you and takes a long time to get sexually active with you, mans is a virgin-everyone makes him a playboy and i look at his ass and go 'that man has never touched a girl a day in his life'.

So he learns with you, once he starts? oh yes he goes full horn dog. he is insatiable! cant keep his hands off you in private/semi-private. is pretty vanilla at first but he finds a spicy book and is very intrigued. learns he has a breeding kink very quickly and is very into choke play and control.

First and last love, if you ever leave him(haha you wont), he will probably never get attached to anyone romantically ever again.

Very protective and will keep you out of his 'darker' business, like the chamber and his followers and plans, wants to keep you innocent, to have something that isn't total darkness and evil. now if you're into that kinda thing he wont stop you, but he will keep you away from it all just in case.

Cold hands-will warm them up between your thighs-thick or not.

Has naturally curly hair, and only lets you see it-everyone else gets the polished hair gel look. it took him months to let you see it-but once you proclaim your love for his natural hair-he makes it a point to let you see/play with it before he puts his gel in/after he washes his hair at night.

can and will fall asleep on you, esp. if you're playing with his hair or scratching his scalp/neck, arms fully wrapped around you and konked out, very cute panther lookin ass.

steals ur pillows and switches it with his(he has good pillows and washes his bed sheets/pillow cases routinely)

mayhaps have stolen one of your blankets...you're not getting it back.

will help you do any homework you have trouble with, might even let you copy his homework for a price(wink wink fr this time)

by the end of 7th year, and you're still together, fully plans to buy a ring and marry you. no doubts about it.

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number 30 (pt. 2) ~ pablo gavi

pt. 1

summary: pablo sees y/n again and doesn’t let the opportunity slip.

the first thing pablo did when he got home that night is search her up on instagram. clearly he knew that he wouldn’t really find anything with just her first name, but still he typed it into the search engine and saw as a range of accounts popped up.

he scrolled, looking at each profile picture to see if he could find any resemblance of her. he was browsing for atleast a minute when his eyes widened, landing on a profile picture that looked exactly like her.

he clicked on it and his excitement dissipated when he saw that her account was private. however, she did follow him and the “follow back” button was tempting him. she didn’t have many followers and no one he knew followed her. as his finger hovered over the button, he thought twice.

it would be completely unexpected if he just randomly requested to follow her. she probably didn’t even know that he remembered her name, or even noticed it, seeming a little stalker-ish that he went home to specifically find her instagram and request it.

so he swiped off of the app with a sigh, opting to waste some of his time on tiktok instead.

•••

“¡aquí están nuestros asientos!” (here are our seats!) y/n’s little sister stated as they finally stopped walking. y/n turned to look back up at the many, many rows of seats and her brows furrowed when she turned back to see her sister already getting comfy in her chair.

“¿cómo conseguiste estos asientos?” (how did you manage to get these seats?) y/n asked, sitting down. they were so close to the front of the pitch, practically front-row seats. they could see all the players’ benches, the managers, everything so much more clearly.

her sister shrugged, “papa me ama mas.” (dad loves me more)

y/n rolled her eyes. “muy divertido. estoy siendo serio.” (very funny. i’m being serious)

“yo también.” (me too)

y/n left it at that as she turned back to the front when the players started walking out. the stadium erupted with cheers and screams, her sisters probably being the most loudest one there - sometimes she loved how vocal she was about her love for the football club.

they’ve both had a passion for football when they were younger, both growing up loving barça, their home club. it was their uncle who first got them into football. he loved taking his two favourite neices to all the matches he visited, buying them little custom made jerseys and scarves to match their love for the club.

as they all grew older, it was more y/n and her sister who took their uncle to the matches. a few years ago, when he died due to cancer, the two were most devastated. none of their other family members loved football as much as him, no one else wanted to love it for them, no one else would’ve been able to replace him.

the two went to every single barça match after that, knowing how happy it would’ve made their uncle to see they still had that pride and happiness for their club.

although they usually sat on one of the top rows, y/n did not know what possessed her father to pay extra money, on behalf of her little sisters pleads, to sit right at the front today. she didn’t question it though, the view was amazing.

the bright colours of red and blue illuminated the whole stadium and y/n smoothed out her own blaugrana jersey as she cheered along with the rest of the camp. the jersey she wore held a special moment in her life, small but meaningful, as she remembered how her favourite player had interacted with her on the day of the champions parade.

it was only a week ago but she couldn’t stop thinking about it after that, her heart rate quickening every time she thought about it. the way he had stared up at her, asked her what number was on her back, cheered and smiled when he saw his own, held eye contact with her until he literally couldn’t anymore.

she was delusional. it was completely meaningless from his side, just a star player interacting with a fan. however, it meant so much more to her - even her sister couldn’t stop talking about it for a few hours after.

it was now halfway through the match when majority of the stadium erupted with protests as they all watched gavi fall to the floor. the referee came over and y/n was at the edge of her seat as she saw the players arguing on the pitch. it was a clear red card for the other team but it was gavi who recieved a yellow card.

he was injured, held up by one of the medical staff as they tried to get him off the pitch. pablos breaths were heavy, his jersey sticking to his skin with sweat and he felt pissed and upset. his foot was in complete pain and he’d just recieved a yellow card when it wasn’t even his fault.

he slightly lifted his head, eyes scanning the benches as he limped away from his teammates with the help of the staff member.

that’s when his eyes landed on her.

y/n. the girl from the balcony. the girl with the number 30 on her back. the girl who he could not stop thinking about. she was here and she was sat right in the front row with the same screaming girl from the balcony, who pablo assumed was her sister.

she was wearing the blaugrana jersey again and pablo hoped it was the same one from that day, the big number 30 boosting his pride.

he could immediately feel the heat coating his cheeks as his eyes tugged on hers for a second longer than he should’ve looked. she was talking with her sister before she turned back to the pitch and her eyes instantly landed on his, as if she knew he was staring at her.

pablo could see the concerned look on her face, probably due to his injury, and he tried to straighten up. show her its nothing. tell her he’s alright and it’s nothing major. along with her slightly furrowed brows, he could see the light tint of blush on her cheeks as she held eye contact.

his heart was now practically screaming in his ears, telling his fogged brain to just go over and talk to her. forget the fact that there’s a game on. forget his injury. forget how all the people around her will start swarming at him the moment he walks over there.

shaking those thoughts off, he looked back towards the tunnel and let the medical staff take him to check out his injury. he’d seen her again and he didn’t want to let that opportunity slip. he’d have to find another way to talk to her.

y/n knew that he remembered that moment the instant he held eye contact with her as he was taken off the pitch. he probably just recognised her, but that was enough for her sour mood from his injury to lighten slightly as the game resumed without him.

she just hoped today would be the day she’d finally get to talk to him.

•••

the game had ended and barcelona had lost. it was clear how defeated the fans felt as they started making their way out of camp nou. y/n and her sister started making their own way out once everyone in their section had already left. it was too crowded and they’d both rather make their way to y/n’s car whilst not having to worry about being squished between bodies.

whilst walking out, y/n tugged on her little sisters sleeve.

“aquí.” (here) she held out her car keys to her. “esperar en el coche. necesito usar el baño.” (wait in the car. i need to use the bathroom.)

her sister nodded and walked off towards the exit. y/n turned and started making her way towards the bathrooms. she could still hear the chatter of fans all around her, some disappointing talks, some accepting talks. of course, she was a little upset about the loss herself but she’d grown to realise that they couldn’t win everytime.

it just wasn’t their day today. there is always a next time.

her mind also could not leave gavi’s injury. he’d returned around five minutes after leaving, looking perfectly fine. he didn’t have any sort of cast on, but he wasn’t put back on the pitch, so she’d only hoped he was okay.

a few moments of fixing her hair and her jersey, she walked back out. it was getting much later in the evening and she’d had to get home. however, after seeing the large crowds still walking throughout the camp, she decided to just go another way. there were multiple exits towards the parking lot, she could take any.

turning a corner, it was quick and unnoticed as she bumped into someone. “ay, mierda.” (oh shit) she said as she stumbled a little from the impact.

gavi felt himself stumble a little before taking a step forward and catching himself and the person he bumped into. when he looked towards them, he instantly felt his eyes slightly widen and a light blush fall onto his cheeks.

“lo siento.” (i’m sorry) he said towards her. there was no way he was actually standing infront of y/n right now. he couldn’t believe it, it was as if he’d been given another chance.

“lo siento. no estaba mirando por dónde iba.” (i’m sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going) y/n felt her heart rate starting to pick up as she realised pablo gavi actually had his hand on her arm.

“esta bien.” (it’s okay) he shrugged it off, awkwardly taking his hand off her arm as he gave her a warm smile, trying to contain his grin as she blushed and gave him a shy smile back.

“lo siento por tu lesión. se veía mal.” (im sorry about your injury. it looked bad) she stated, straightening up and attempting to mask her stutter.

“esta bien. lo revisaron y dijeron que no era nada grave.” (it’s alright. they checked it and said it was nothing major) pablo replied. his brown eyes took in her features. she was so much more beautiful up close. he could see every single feature so much more vividly, her long eyelashes coated with a little mascara, her perfect nose, her rosy lips painted in the perfect tint of light pink lipgloss.

he had to physically hold himself back from reaching forward and moving the hair away from her cheek.

“eres la chica del balcon? número treinta, no?” (you’re the girl from the balcony? number 30, no?) of course he knew who she was but he had to say something. something to let her know that he remembered her.

when she chuckled, he swore he just fell into heaven. “no pensé que te acordarías.” (i didn’t think you would remember)

“¿cómo podría olvidar a alguien tan hermosa?” (how could i forget someone so beautiful?) there. he had said it. he’d finally muttered those words to her, his exact thoughts, as his heartbeat vividly rang in his ears. he felt his palms starting to sweat.

y/n didn’t even know if she was still breathing. there was no way he had just said that to her, she wouldn’t believe it. that bump had to have knocked her out because she felt like she was dreaming.

the pablo gavi just called her beautiful, and he remembered her from the parade. she wanted to cry.

“oh gracias. soy un gran admirador tuyo.” (oh thank you. i’m actually a really big fan of you.)

“realmente? tu hermana se veía más feliz el otro día.” (really? your sister looked more happy the other day.) pablo joked, earning a small laugh from y/n and he probably just died and came back to life. even her laugh was so angelic.

“mi hermana se pone un poco ruidosa. ama Barcelona con todo su corazón.” (my sister does get a bit loud. she loves barcelona with her whole heart)

“puedo decir.” (i can tell) he chuckled.

his eyes never left hers, her smile, her lips. y/n smiled back and slightly nodded before glancing down. she couldn’t hold his intense eye contact. she knew that if she did, she’d immediately melt.

pablo hesitated a little, his thoughts running all over the place as he stared at her a little longer. should he just ask her for her number? would she find it weird? would she just give it to him out of excitement? would she even want to actually talk to him after this?

there was no knowing when he’d see her again, especially this close with no interruptions. so with a heavy heart, he spoke up. “si no le importa, ¿me puede dar su número?” (if you don’t mind, can i have your number?)

y/n instantly looked up as if she’d heard him wrong. was pablo gavi asking for her number? as in her phone number? he wanted to text her? contact her later? did he even know her name? she tried to act nonchalant about it but couldn’t hide the shy yet giddy smile that took over her shocked expression.

“sí.” he held out his phone and she carefully took it. pablo watched as she typed her number in. he took the opportunity to take in her features once more. her bottom lip slightly tugged under her teeth as her eyes focused onto his phone. he’d finally done it. he’d gotten her number. she hesitantly passed him his phone back and gave him another shy grin.

“gracias.”

she nodded in return. “tengo que ir. mi hermana está esperando.” (i need to go. my sister is waiting.)

pablo nodded in response and let her walk off, bidding her a short goodbye. his eyes never left her figure as she retreated back down the hallway she came from, his heart beating louder at every step she took away from him.

y/n couldn’t contain the excited smile on her face, the bright blush on her flustered face and the harsh banging of her heart against her ribcage.

she didn’t know how she’d be able to explain all this to her sister.

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the lack of compassion that a good portion of lotr fans show for frodo ("why can't he fight or do simple tasks" "why is he so weak" "why does he always need help / to be rescued") mirrors the lack of compassion of people for those who bear the burden of invisible disabilities. he's struggling against an immense weight at every step! something that actively tries to destroy him, worsening at every moment! his heroism is in just continuing to walk his path, step by step. his bravery is in just existing as himself under the debilitating weight of the ring. but because the influence of the ring is invisible, it is forgotten, and frodo is written off as a weak, cowardly, and/or useless character, much like disabled people irl. in this household we do not stand for frodo slander!!!

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Live today, fight tomorrow.

THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers

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OH SWEET LORD. What will happend ?! I bet Ivar will be so fucking jealous and the sex will be…. SAVAAAAAAAAAAAGE 🥵

His Name (Part 2)

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Pairing: Hvitserk x Sister!Reader (x Ivar)

Type: two-shot || Part I || Word count: 3.9k || AO3: amyponders

Summary: What happens inside Hvitserk's cabin when the doors close on him and Ivar's twin sister? Ivar finds out in a rather annoying & unexpected way.

Warnings: (tw)incest, gratuitous smut (oral, p in v, surprise anal, voyeurism), consensual underage sex, rough sex, mildly dub-con elements, threats of violence, possessive relationships, polyamory, mentions of bullying, mentions of witchcraft, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: requested by @victoria-styles 🌝 as always, if it ain't your thing, feel free to ignore!

-This was supposed to be a one-shot but Hvitty came begging me to give him some love too so here we are... One day I'll write a story devoted to Ivar alone, but it is not today lmao

-Kráka = one of Aslaug's names, lillesøster = little sister, in Danish

Hostages: @xbellaxcarolinax, @istorkyou, @artemiseamoon, @serasvictoria, @pieces-by-me, @quantumlocked310, @punkrocknpearls, @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom, @paintballkid711, @magravenwrites, @adrille88, @jungleflowerz, @belovedcherry, @grimeundglow, @lordsexmachine, @riverkloss, @ecarroll1978

As soon as the door to his cabin was secured, Hvitserk dropped to his knees in front of her.

She reclined against the main table to make space for him between her legs.

“You are such a good girl, aren’t you?” He whispered on her belly, moving aside the cloak he’d taken off his shoulders for her so they could cross town in the dead of night and she would not freeze. “Our pretty little sister, always so concerned about us.”

He heard her sweet, chiming chuckles. “It’s nothing.” She rejected his compliment sheepishly. “I try my best to help because I love you both so much.”

“Well, we love you too. And I think you deserve a treat, yeah?” He kissed her stomach on top of her garment.

“Yeah?” Her tone was ardent, lustful, and unable to hide her excitement.

“Yes. Let me lick that pretty pussy. Please, baby… please.” He begged right as he spread her legs more and skimmed his fingers up her smooth thighs in a zigzagging pattern.

She giggled out her permission.

They’d done this so many times that he could read her body flawlessly, and tonight, she was ripe for the taking.

“Hvitty! That tickles.”

“This will tickle too.” He dived underneath her shift, face-first into her slit, quickly finding her slicked pearl with his lips to kiss it. He stuck out his tongue and licked the little button upwards and she mewled, immediately digging her fingers on his braids. “No underwear?”

“I was going to bed, alone. Going to- touch m-myself… When I found- Sigurd… When I saw the- oh, fuck, when I found the snake that our b-brother put in my bed. And I had to flee to Ivy’s room! Then w-we fell asleep until he began m-making those noises.”

Hvitserk smirked because he’d turned her into a bumbling mess in such a short time. By the time he planned on being through with her, she’d be speechless.

“Serves you right. Were you thinking of having fun without me again?”

“Mmm-maybe.” She moaned.

“Without my ax even?”

“I’m… s-sorry. I was d-desperate. Ah, yes! Keep going, just like that! This heat just… won’t… go… away!”

“Take off all your clothes.”

She threw his cloak on the floor and then gave the fabric of her nightgown a few tugs until it tore apart, buttons scattered on the floor and she discarded it.

“You know he was just having a wet dream, right? I tried to tell you but-”

“Yes, I know. But I had to be sure he was okay!”

“I mean… you were probably… even the cause…” He said between slurps to her sopping parts.

“Sh-shut up!” She reprimanded him, slapping his shoulder blade slightly but he knew she was smiling.

The little flirt.

“It’s true. He always pitches a tent when he sleeps near you.”

“I shouldn’t tell you an-anything.”

“But you did. Bet he wants to fuck you like I do.” Hvitserk added with a carefree laugh.

“Oh, shush! Enough about that... I’ve missed this, Hvitty.” She moaned, clutching the edge of the table to maintain her balance.

“I’ve missed your sweet pussy too. No one tastes as good as you…” Hvitserk got rid of her shoes and moved one of her legs on top of his shoulder to better access her apex. He kissed her inner thighs and lapped with fervor at the sticky, honeyed mess he was making between her legs. “...I can’t explain it.”

“Ohhh- that feels amazing… You’re so wonderful with your tongue, puppy.”

“I’m very good with my cock too. Do you want-”

“No-no. I told you- You could put a child in my belly.”

She always had that excuse at hand whenever he tried to initiate more traditional sex. Hvitserk had staked a claim to her maidenhead almost a year ago after months of innocent teasing that built up until neither one of them had been able to handle it and the dry humping in dark corridors wasn’t cutting it anymore. But she’d never let him fuck her again. Not properly anyway. But still, he loved licking her cunt or coming to her rescue every time she needed a hand with her blazing arousal.

“Can I finger you then?”

“Oh, yes. I’d love that!”

“I could’ve fingered you yesterday night too.” He complained with a pout because some nights, like the one before, she closed the door on him and chose to torture him icily.”

“I think that you’re more eager to please now that I’ve made you wait.” She explained deviously and made efforts to move towards the bed. “And you know I don’t like it when we do things i-inside the house. Ivy likes to spy.”

Right. He grunted in acknowledgment. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth to perk it up, leaving it shiny and wet with his saliva. “Wait, stay still, I want to make you finish here first.”

“Double treat?” She giggled.

“Triple treat, my dear. You need help with that heat. And I’m your humble servant, your squire, your houseboy, your fucking lapdog!” He growled enthusiastically, turning her around so she would bend over the table giggling. “Hold your cheeks open.” He put his hands on top of hers to guide her to the position he needed her. “Like that. And just tell me when you’re about to cum, okay?”

Hvitserk could feel her body shaking as she nodded.

“Words, bunny.”

“Yes! I will tell you.”

Hvitserk swiftly sank his nose in her folds until her aroma was all over his nostrils. He deposited loud, ticklish kisses on her lower lips, making her twitch. He hummed, moving his head from side to side with an appetite because he knew she lived for the sensation of his whiskers scratching her pussy. Then he used two fingers to rub her tantalizing jewel in tight circles while he clenched a mouthful of her cheeks with his teeth.

“I’m close!”

“Already?” He pulled back to speak and tease her.

“You’ve got, ahhh- you’ve got magic on that tongue, puppy!”

He grinned with a cheesy smile at her equally cheesy pet name for him and spanked her rear. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

“Oh, wipe that cocky smirk off your face!” She guessed his smile lightheartedly without even turning to see him. “No one likes a b-bragger.”

“Not happening. I’m the one making your knees tremble right now.” Hvitserk put his tongue to work again, licking broad stripes along her juicy slit. He licked and swallowed all her sap only for her pussy to press out some more — which suited him because he couldn’t get enough of her mouthwatering flavor.

She gave a beautiful long moan when he rubbed his tongue on her clit sidewards and then suctioned her little gem into his mouth in repetitive movements. “Won’t… last! Oh, gods! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!”

Hvitserk reacted by lubing his thumb with his spit and pushing it in her back entrance without warning to which she yelped and sucked in air.

“Ohhh, fuuuck! Hvitty, you bast- hmmm. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He laughed as he fingered her asshole, watching her shatter with a pitiful moan. Her legs were visibly shaking even more now than before. Yet he was not going to let up anytime soon. He made a point to keep massaging her puckered hole with his thumb, in tune with the spasms of her cunt — and judging by the way she was whimpering, he was only doubling her pleasure.

She exhaled all the air in her lungs, crumbling on top of the table.

He got off his knees and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Little one? Are you good?” Hvitserk placed his hands on her back, sliding them up and down in a comforting rhythm. Her body was still vibrating with the aftershocks of her dazing orgasm.

“You trickster!” Cheek pressed against the table, she opened those blue eyes he loved so much and began giggling spiritedly. When he tilted his head over her shoulder to study her face, he saw the utter bliss in her dreamy eyelids and the pretty curve of her honey smile.

“Do your legs work?”

She shook her head, laughing. “Nuh-uh.”

He chuckled proudly in response. “Okay, I can carry you.” He lifted her off the ground easily and set her down in his bed.

He took his shoes and shirt off first then plopped his body right next to hers. Reclining his head on his flexed arm, he began caressing her closed thighs in absent swirls.

She snuggled closer to his figure.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.” She answered, good-humoredly. She glided her fingers over his forehead and eventually over his braids. Her lips never forewent a smile.

“Why won’t you let me… you know…” Hvitserk questioned her as he walked his fingers over her pretty belly.

“I thought you had plenty of women to keep you happy. I’ve seen them fighting to take turns to spend a night in your bed!” She pointed out, snickering.

“Yes, but none of them are precious to me, like you.” He kissed her cheek with love. “I want to make you feel good. I want to feel good together with you.”

“Would you leave them if I asked you?” She twirled one of his long, golden plaits in her finger.

“I would. I wouldn’t seek them, ever again.”

She tittered and he frowned, almost offended. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not really.” She said with honesty but with no intention to offend in her tone. “But I believe you believe it.” She grinned. “And that’s adorable enough.”

“Is that why you don’t want me to…”

“No, puppy, it’s not that. You already know why. I don’t want children. And I’m afraid you could accidentally get me with child and then…”

“And then…?”

“Well, we don’t want that. Think of what Father would say... of what Mother would do.” She’d emphasized this because, at this point, they were all more afraid of Aslaug than Ragnar. Kráka had been running the household and their kingdom for years while their father got drunk often and spent their coin. “Besides, Ivy would find out and we don’t want that either. I’m not sure he would ever forgive us.”

“I suppose not.” She was right, Hvitserk knew it, but he found it hard to think straight when it came to sex. Especially sex with her. She was intoxicating to the senses. “But there has to be a way for us to…”

“Sheep’s stomach.” She offered with a cheeky grin.

He made a face. “It smells.”

“Well, until we figure out a way…” She pulled to whisper in his temple. “No cumming inside me, brother.” She licked the shell of his ear and heat ran down his spine to pool at his crotch.

His prick had been agonizingly hard ever since he began eating her out. “Wait, does that mean I can take you if I promise not to cum inside you?”

Hvitserk’s fingers had been dangling above her inner thighs and close to her mound for a while now. He finally moved them to her clit to stroke her in provoking patterns and she graced his ears with a moan. “You know it felt so good when I had you.”

She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and nodded feverishly. “It did.”

His digits slid down easily because her juices marked a slippery road to her slit and he inserted two shamelessly. He knew her tight little pussy could take them.

She loved to be stretched out wide with his fingers, three or four at a time, knuckles-deep until she came with a high-pitched whine. She never lasted long when he did that. But they routinely continued their nights building it up with all sorts of make-shift cocks she found lying around the house or in his cabin, the place he took her to when he knew they were going to be loud and messy. Lately, it was his ax, her toy of preference, making her squeal louder than his whores ever did.

Gods, how he loved that wild side of his gorgeous sister, one she kept so well-hidden from the rest of the world.

Her eyelashes fluttered when he doubled the speed. “Oooh, not fair!” She squeaked a complaint.

“So what d’you say?” He smirked.

“Deal! But just the tip.” She crooned.

“I can do the tip.” In a second, Hvitserk reclined face-up in the bed to undo his pants. If he’d known those were the magic words all along… He lifted his hips to yank his trousers down and free his swollen, purplish prick. He gave it a few perfunctory tugs. He was more than ready already so he wasted no more time and got on top, grabbing the headboard for purchase. “Be a good bunny and open wide, lillesøster.”

She spread her legs with a happy smile. Her plump lips turned to a perfect ‘O’ in an instant and her eyes rolled back as he gradually wedged his cock down to its last inch.

“Hvitty!” She scolded him with no bite.

“I lied.” He laughed, face concealed in her black tresses. “But how does that feel, baby girl?”

“Mmm, fucking delicious. Your cock is so long and thick. Just how I like it.”

“You kiss our mother with that mouth?” He dared to make a joke to distract himself for a second. Between her narrow channel constricting his pulsating dick and her parted lips exhaling fire on his face, he was about to finish without having even started.

“Nooo.” She moaned.

“No?” He teased her some more in an incredulous voice.

“No, just you.” She pressed her lips to his, slipping her tongue inside his mouth in a perfect move. She had a way of kissing that was pure fire. It stoked the embers in his belly like he was a pile of glowing coals and she was the wind, fanning his flames. “Oh, to Hel with it!” She rolled around, made him flip, and sat on his thighs. “I was planning on doing it as a surprise for your name day but… take me to the woods tomorrow. There’s a trusted witch who lives there...”

“A witch?”

“Yes, Mother sought her out after Ivar and I were born. She put a spell on mother’s womb so she wouldn’t have any more children.”

Hvitserk’s eyebrows connected over the sudden odd bit of information. “How do you-?”

“Mother told me. And I want the same.”

“Are you… sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Hvitserk’s frown disappeared. He grabbed his manhood and lined it up, a shit-eating grin on his lips. It was hard containing his elation.

“Yesss.” She hissed. “That’s it. That’s it, puppy. Fill me up, fill me up...” She kneaded her tits and encouraged him as he slid in, inch by inch once more. The expression on her face — brow pleated, parted lips — was frozen in deep satisfaction.

“Oof.” He huffed, while her walls claimed his cock just like he’d been dreaming of for months, and he took a moment to appreciate the wonderful view. His balls tingled from knowing he could drench her with his seed with absolutely no consequences.

“Now, fuck my pussy. Make a mess. I don’t care. Go wild, baby.”

He needn’t be told twice. He was about to start ramming his hips up when…

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His arm wrapped around her neck and made them stop. He pressed and pressed, more and more, rightfully draining the life out of his sister for her dirty betrayal. That is, until Hvitserk scuttled around the room, found his own knife, and came up behind him to point it at his throat.

“Let her go!”

Ivar smirked. Hvitserk wouldn’t dare use that on him.

She was gasping for air uselessly while Ivar continued to squeeze mercilessly, his lip snarling. He’d silently slid into his brother’s cabin — the one he used to bring all his whores to — through an open window. After having crawled through the fog and the cold mud to confirm his suspicions, he wouldn’t leave until he’d killed them both.

“Let… our sister… go.” The tip of the blade dug into Ivar’s neck and he felt hot blood pooling on the hollow of his neck.

Ivar was taken aback.

His brother would never.

Before he could process such a strange turn of events, the knife sliced across his throat until all went black.

Ivar sat up in bed gasping for air.

He touched his neck immediately and saw that his Thor pendant had been digging into his skin.

Once he’d calmed down his breathing — these dreams were getting more intense, lifelike, and unpleasant by the night — and dealt with his stiff cock, he lifted himself up on his crutches, got dressed, and joined the family for breakfast, but it was just Hvitserk and her at the table. He’d overslept for so long that everyone had already left to do their daily tasks. Only the two most hungry (and lazy) people he’d ever met remained at the table after the rest had gone, overeating and talking in good spirits as they did.

She was standing to the side of Hvitserk’s chair, lifting his chin towards her so she could pat his facial hair with a cloth. “Will you ever learn to eat without making a mess?” In her other hand, she held a juicy, dripping orange which she’d been peeling and feeding him, from the looks of it.

Laughter rumbled lowly inside Hvitserk’s chest while he puckered up his lips for her drying hand. “‘M’a sloppy eater.” He pointed out mumbling.

How was that supposed to help his case?

“You are.” She confirmed with sass; the corners of her mouth perked up subtly.

“Thought you liked that.” He added with insolence and she responded by hitting his arm and blushing.

She tutted him. “You big baby.”

“Woah. Who pissed in your porridge, brother?” Hvitserk chuckled, noticing his presence. He twitched his mouth and regarded him from the corner of his eye.

His mood must’ve been more sullen than usual. He hobbled until he reached the table, then he dragged the chair, set his crutches aside, and sat down grouchily.

“Oh. Morning, Ivy!” She chirped like a bird with a sunny smile. “Stay still, puppy!” She returned her attention to Hvitserk to admonish him.

Ivar grabbed a pear and bit it listlessly, not answering the question or the greeting. “What happened to your nightgown?” Ivar put his elbows on the table broodingly and questioned his sister after a long silent moment of watching his siblings’ interact. He noticed she was wearing it in reverse, with the backside to the front and Hvitserk’s cloak tied tightly against her waist like she wanted to hide her body as much as possible.

“I… ripped all the buttons last night accidentally. Silly me! But I’ll go get dressed now… This morning is quite chilly. Don’t want to catch a cold!” She was acting weirdly skittish. “I’ll meet you at the stables in a few.” She switched her gaze from Ivar to Hvitserk. “Maybe we can play a game of chess later, after I return, Ivy!” She looked at him again.

“When you return? Where are you going?”

“To the woods.”

“What for?”

“Just… going for a ride with Hvitserk.”

“Can I come with?”

“Oh… uh, no…”

“Why not?”

“It’s just- your legs. The terrain is not… ideal.” She said with a discomfited smile.

Ivar banged his fists on the table and pointed his finger at her. “Don’t lie to me. You’re going to see that witch, aren’t you? The one who helped Mother.”

She glanced at Hvitserk, gaping. “What? How… how did you-”

Ivar’s dreams had been more than just dreams then. “It doesn’t matter how I know.”

“Well, if you must know…” She lowered her eyes and fidgeted with the hem of Hvitserk’s cloak. “I would like to do the same thing Mother did and I would appreciate it if you respected my decision.” She raised her gaze to him.

“I can respect your decision all right. I wouldn’t dream of taking your choice away.” He said more scathingly than the situation required it. “That’s not the problem, no. The problem is… why are you doing this? Or rather, who are you doing this for?”

She swallowed and poised her back.

“Why would a young maiden even worry about these matters? Father has not seen fit to see you married yet. Unless…” He stood up grunting and stabbed the floor with his crutches until he reached the other side of the table where they were. “Unless you already have a lover.” He stared her down without blinking.

Hvitserk shifted, visibly uncomfortable in his seat. “Ivar…” He warned.

“I want in.”

“What?”

“Whatever it is you two have. I want in, too.”

“Ivy…”

“Didn’t you hear me? I don’t like repeating myself.” He huffed harshly, trying to ignore the prickle at the back of his throat. What if they said no?

“You don’t know what you’re saying, brother.” Hvitserk chimed in, using his calm voice.

“Don’t I? Explain it to me then.” Ivar touched his mouth with his gloved hand and gestured around with his fingers sharply. “Go on. Explain.”

She exchanged a look with Hvitserk who nodded very slowly. “We could… show you.”

She leaned down ploddingly, inching closer to Hvitserk with obvious unease in the curve of her shoulders. She aimed her lips at their sibling’s face and gave him a kiss.

It was innocent enough. Just a simple peck in the cheek for their dear brother.

But then, she slid a few centimeters to the left and placed another kiss in the corner of his mouth. She stopped to take in Ivar’s reaction.

Upon receiving no negative response, she went a step farther, sliding all the way to the left. She finally kissed Hvitserk on the lips, gradually and very carefully but with the confidence of having done that a million times before and he pouted his lips to kiss her back.

Ivar’s blood seethed with envy.

She kept her eyes open all the way through, sneaking quick looks at him, and Hvitserk had been watching every one of his reactions with wide eyes and a tensed posture as well.

“I want to have you too.” Ivar vocalized when he managed to swallow the ball of bitter rage in the pit of his stomach.

She was expecting him to burst into a fit, most likely. And he wanted to. By all the gods, he wanted to. But if he did, Ivar wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. He’d scare her so badly she would pull away from him entirely.

Then she would never be his.

Besides, Ivar had to admit — very very begrudgingly — that they were the two most important people in the world for him. Perhaps even the only two people he had ever cared about, aside from their mother.

And so far, they’d been the only ones mad (or stupid) enough to love him back.

It would be a lonely life without them. He could share, right?

She bounced up on her feet to hug him and he stumbled back, grabbing the edge of the table to rest haphazardly against it.

Ivar buried his face in her hair so they wouldn’t see the relief in his visage. He had a reputation to uphold, for Odin’s sake.

She raised herself on her tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth impulsively. “If you would have us…” She nodded insistently with a glowing smile. “…then nothing would make me happier!”

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-eh, happy ending because why not? *shrugs* sharing is caring lmao I'm a sucker for poly -and the fact that Hvitserk is in love with Ivar's twin is kinda sus, don't you think? 😂

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