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[anarmyofcanons]

There was much Margaery gained using her appearance and her wiles, she'd learned well the ways to gain what she wanted, to gain power. "The gods smile upon me, granting me favor by allowing me to join such festivities." He was an unlikely ally, the North not something she'd thought to try and gain dominion over at the side of one such as Ramsay, but there she was, attempting to catch his eye and earn a seat of power. Even if he were to merely want the North, if he chose to keep her at his side, she might attempt to turn his attention to even greater seats of power. "The honor would be mine," she replied, glad that he did seem to take to her. Considering the House she came from and her previous title as Queen, she was definitely legitimate and worthy of a new Lord. "This is my first venture to the North. What manners of amusement are there to fill the hours until your celebration?:

Ramsay smiled at Margery. He was not a blind man. He had heard of the beauty of Queen Margery and what was said was true. He wondered if this rose had thorns. “You have not,my lady. You are here just in time for the festivities tonight.” Ramsay answered. A feast was being held in Winterfell to celebrate not only his being named a legitimate Bolton. “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me tonight?” Ramsay requested. Already his father had informed him he must marry and marry legitimate much to his bed warmers unhappiness.

[nerdiism-blog]

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MEME ⦙ ACCEPTING.

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                                 ADMITTEDLY, the last thing he expects is for someone he BARELY                                 knew  touching  his  butt  just  like that. most people would have the                                 common  curtesy  to mind someone’s PERSONAL SPACE. as such,                                 it’s  no  big  WONDER he’s startled, && he whirls around with a loud                                           battle cry as he SWINGS his bo staff at the perpetrator.                                  ❝ WHAT  the  ⎯  what  is  your  PROBLEM? ❞ he exclaims, his voice                                                           having risen in pitch an octave or two. 

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❝ A LITTLE? oh boy, looks like someone got a LITTLE carried   away   tonight.  how  do  you  KNOW  I’m  not some whacko in a turtle suit, hmm? moreover, calling people FAILED lab experiments isn’t very TACTFUL. I could  ask  you  the  same  thing, but that’d be rude. ❞

[anarmyofcanons]

He wasn't the only one in need, throbbing with painful desire. And while she would have no complaints about prolonging the encounter, she did long to have him inside her, to give her the relief and blissful release she'd been craving. At his words, she bit back a laugh, nodding in agreement with him as she tried for a saddened look.

The swats had her moaning out, her hands gripping at the smooth surface of his desk as her hips rocked back, needing more contact, more of that stinging pleasure. Each strike brought a new set of mirthful and needful sounds. “ Yes, sir, ” she couldn't help but admit as she watched him curiously.

Having his fingers against the apex of her thighs once more had her giving a startled cry that mingled with the moans such contact reflexively pulled from her. “ Fuck, yes. I do, sir. I need it, professor. I need you. ” Victoire figured that it'd do her more good to tell the truth than to play coy. With every pump of his fingers, her moans grew louder, her hips rocking back as she shot him a pleading look. Surely he could feel how much she wanted him, how much his touch affected her.

The way she rocked her hips back in response to his touch had him aching for more. He briefly considered forgoing her ‘punishment’ and taking her right then and there… but he wanted to prolong this encounter. Even to his own detriment as his cock throbbed for a release he was denying himself of. “That sounds like a very sad story, love. You must be so desperate if you’re not able to bring yourself any real relief. No wonder you came to me for remedial studies.” 

Riordan swatter her arse again, smirking at the soft red flush that appeared there in the shape of his hand. He did the same against her other cheek, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a groan. “I think you might enjoy this punishment, Victoire.” He purred out. 

He slipped his hand down to tease at her slick flesh, dragging his fingers between her folds. “You want me to fuck you don’t you? Look how slick you are, just thinking about it.” He curled his fingers around her hip as he slowly pressed two fingers into her warmth, dragging them in and out of her slowly. 

[nerdiism-blog]

He squints loudly, making sure he's actually seeing correctly with his poor eyesight. "...you're a.. turtle..? That's a shell, right?"

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❝ NOPE. not at all! you’re just seeing things.⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ are you under the influence by any chance? ❞

[nerdiism-blog]

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              ❝ A secret ⎯ hahaha...                ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ NO.  the  mitochondria is known as the               POWERHOUSE of a cell. its job is to take in nutrients               &&  break  them  down  into  energy  for  the cell. it’s                       kind of like...like our own DIGESTIVE system. ❞

[anarmyofcanons]

It was more for the dark entity possessing him than himself that he’d gone to the bar, searching out more poor hopeless souls that it could claim. For whatever reason, it liked riding him, and he wasn’t exactly complaining anymore. His eyes followed the girl as she walked past him, curious, but he didn’t get up and follow her. Instead, he drank beer after beer, occasionally meeting her glances with an arched brow. After a little while, he gave in, getting up from his table and walked to her with his beer in hand, settling at the bar beside her. ❝ That some new kind o’ starin’ game? ❞ he asked, finishing his beer and setting it on the bar before ordering a whiskey. ❝ Guess I’ll bite. What ya lookin’ for here? ❞ It was bold and some might think it an aggressive line of questioning, but he was past caring about such things. 

@anarmyofcanons

After finishing work, she could think of no better thing to do other than go to the bar and have a few drinks. It was a good way to end the day, especially given how stressful being a cop could be, even for rookies like herself. She walked into her usual place, spotting him immediately but didn’t say anything, just made a show of walking by him to get to the bar counter. She had no plans on getting laid, not unless someone was worthy of it and there didn’t look to be any contenders. Sure that guy was attractive, but he didn’t seem to be the type she’d sleep with. Harris instead had a few drinks, making pretty obvious glances at him throughout for fun.