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Did an afternoon ritual bath with a candle ceremony in the middle ✨🤍
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Brat Hours
You dramatically react to an issue involving your friends and so Billionaire Entrepreneur, Lanniscorp CEO Tywin Lannister takes your phone, makes you an offer that makes you panic, then fucks your panic away.
Modern!Tywin Lannister x Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, crack fic kinda, implied sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic, age difference, pwp tbh, smut (bdsm, brat/brat tamer, daddy kink, degradation kink, bondage [belt], teasing, edging, fingering, piv, mild spit kink, dumbification kinda, breeding kink, cockwarming, biting, marking), fluff, etc.
A/N: im so down bad for this old man that the plot ends at 1k 😀 cross posted on ao3. Please consider donating €5 to Rital's GoFundMe, so that she and her family can evacuate Gaza.
Tagging: @ceoofyearning sabi mo tag kita wag mo ko block
Tywin Lannister lifts his gaze from his computer screen, eyes narrowing at the sight across the room. His desk is positioned in front of a window that looked out to the large expanse of the Casterly Rock estate. Directly in front of him, laid upon his massive bed, there, I sprawled, squealing into a pillow, wallowing in the velvety sheets.
He leans back into his leather office chair, stretching out an arm. He rests his palm on his oak desk, "will I be hounded for concert tickets to some smelly half-wit vocalist's concert again?"
His stubbly jaw clenches as he awaits a reply. He gets none.
I throw my phone onto the pillows and stand. I start pacing around the bed.
Tywin calls my name.
It does not register. I jump back into the sheets and continue to scroll on my phone. After I yelp and sit up, I flinch when he calls my name sternly.
Tywin shakes his head and sighs. He raises a hand and beckons me over with two fingers.
I chew my lower lip and rub my thighs. My skin is cool to the touch, as I only had booty shorts and an old band tee of The White Walkers on. Tywin hated it.
I sluggishly walk over to him, dread lumping in my stomach as I take in the old man's expression. "I didn't do anything wrong," I pipe up.
Tywin turns his chair to the side, anticipating my arrival. He spreads his legs, giving me perfect view of his well-ironed, grey dress pants. He opens his arms out for me, and I gratefully take my seat on his lap, my bum on one thigh and my legs in the middle of his. He links his hands together, resting them on my hip bone, "then who would cause a troublemaker so much trouble?"
I drop my head and peer up at him through my lashes, unable to fully meet his gaze knowing what I would have to say to him.
I nestle my face into his neck. One hand sneaks its way around his back, the other fondles with his white dress shirt. I undo two buttons as I take in his rich, earthy scent.
Immediately, he understands what is happening, "speak, girl, even if it's petty."
"But it's hella petty."
Tywin sighs and tries to look at my face. He cannot, so he instead turns his chair back to his computer and pulls us closer to his desk, "I cannot help you if you do not tell me what ails you."
I scowl when his hands leave me to go back to typing on his keyboard. I pull away from the comfort of his shoulder to show him my displeasure.
He ignores me.
My pout exaggerates, "nooooooo."
"No?" he spares me a raised eyebrow, "so you want my attention?"
I furrow my brows and cross my arms, "no."
"Funny," he looks back at his computer, "I was certain you'd sooner perish than be rid of it."
I sound off, offended and annoyed.
He clicks on his mouse, then scrolls through his emails.
I shoot him a nasty look.
He mumbles whilst reading the text on his computer screen, momentarily making a face because of whatever he reads.
My annoyance festers.
He begins to type his response.
I grumble, "Tywin."
He continues typing.
"Tywin," I groan and whine, "I want your attention."
He leans back on his chair again, hands coming down to his armrest. We stare at each other for a moment, I knew, because he was waiting for me to take it down a notch. He tilts head, "sit properly then, girl."
I make an annoyed sound, tightening my lips.
Tywin acknowledges the challenge and simply squashes it, "will you really make me repeat myself?"
I scoff, "I don't even like sitting on your lap."
He chuckles, deep and gutteral, annoyed and amused at once. It makes my stomach do flips. He motions with his pointer, "then get off."
I growl and straddle his lap, sitting on him 'properly'. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle back into his neck, "stop telling my what to fucking do."
He nostrils flare. His thorax emits a low hum. He scratches his nails on my back then digs one hand into the roots of my hair. He tugs my head back, forcing me to turn to him, "watch your mouth, else I'll put it to good use-"
"Try me-"
"-I'll make you record the Lannister jingle for me."
My eye twitches. I pull away and sit up straight.
His expression shifts, knowing how much I fucking loathe his company's stupid-ass jingle. My lips curl in disgust, "yuck, the fu-- the... heck."
Tywin's lips curl slightly upward. His one hand rests on the curve of my bum, the other rests on my cheek. He swipes my lips with his thumb then brings that hand opposite the other, "filthy girl."
I scowl again.
He leans on his headrest and shakes his head, "will you speak, or shall I return to Mr. Baelish and his Vale proposal?"
My brows relax at the mention, "he's proposing something in the Vale?"
"Mmm. Undoubtedly a plot to get a promotion," he says, swiveling to reach out for his keyboard.
I swat his hand and place it back in my side.
Tywin looks back at me.
I growl and brush my hair back in annoyance. With a deep sigh, I cross my arms, looking down at my lap. I feel him looking at me, so I toy with his belt to distract myself from his scorching gaze.
He does not appreciate it, "behave."
"I ammmm."
He does not respond.
I sigh again and finally look up at him, "you know that show I watch?"
He places his hands on my thighs, his large, warm palm heats up the area, "the ghastly one about looney blondes?"
"Mmm."
"Yes. Are they finally cancelling it?"
I turn to his chest and trace the opening of his shirt with my fingers, "opposite actually. They renewed it and my moots are killing each other."
I look up at him when he does not respond.
"Online friends," I correct and drop my hand.
He furrows his brows, "so? Let them die."
I inhale deeply, "Tywin-"
"No," he raises a finger, "I understand these online friends of yours mean something to you, but if they are causing you to scream and roll around the bed over an idiotic programme, then you're more simple minded than you've let on."
I scoff, "why not just call me a slur?"
He slips a hand underneath my shirt, rubbing my sides, "I will never understand why such an exquisite creature finds such entertainment in something so dull anyway."
"Hey, it's not that bad, plus I'm only watching the show for Smith Matthews."
He hums, "and what shall we do with the people vexing you over that show?"
"They're not vexing me, they're destroying themselves over opinions on fictional characters and started bringing personal agendas into it."
Tywin watches as a line forms between my brows.
"It's seriously making me anxious because, oh my gosh, it's not that deep," I sigh, resting my hands on his shoulder.
He stares at me for a moment, "show me."
Without another word, I stand up, get my phone from the bed, and sit back down on him. I open my app and begin to drone about the details of the drama.
"Which user is doing this again?"
I show him my screen and he takes my phone, staring at my following list as I explain what happened, "--and then she was like, 'no fucking way' then posted this whole-ass thing about-"
"I've blocked them," he hands me back my phone.
My soul escapes me, "w h a t?"
"I believe the feature was created precisely for moments like thi-"
"DID YOU ACTUALLY?!" I gasp, "OH MY GODS, OH MY GODS--"
Tywin watches as I frantically look through my phone. My expression drops and my heart races as I swipe the screen, seeing that I, in fact, was now following significantly less people. I frantically unblock them.
"TYWIN, YOU BLOCKED PEOPLE NOT EVEN PART OF THE-"
"Enough!" he grabs my phone and chucks it onto his desk.
I stare at him and clench my jaw. My adrenaline is pumping, and so I take it out on his arms, squeezing his biceps until he groans and grabs my hands.
"Your calamity is imagined," he mutters. He rubs my shoulders, "do not waste your time on people you'll not even meet."
"IT'S NOT IMAGINED!" I shake my hands, "IT'S REAL TO ME!"
He flinches at my shriek. He releases me and sighs.
"You can't just do stuff like that!" I whine, feeling my eyes water, "this is like if I went through your emails and deleted the ones that annoyed you."
He purses his lips. He takes a moment before sighing his response, "so? What would you have me do?"
I glare at him and scratch my eyes.
"Hmm?" he shrugs his leg, nudging me on his lap, "is all that's left? For you to cry about your digital pals?"
"grAH! It's not like I can just follow them back and say someone took my-- no wait... I can just say that!"
Tywin raises his brows as I turn to take my phone. Before I can do anything though, he shakes his head, "I thought interacting with them 'freaked you out?'"
"Yes, but I can't just-"
"I'll have their accounts suspended."
I raise my brows as he turns to his desktop.
"What's that app called? I'm sure it will be easy to get someone to-"
"No-- honey, that's so dramatic," I place my hands in his chest.
He turns to me with a raised brow, "now it's dramatic?"
"You're talking about suspending accounts just because!"
"Because they bother you," he rebuts, face dead serious.
His deadpan makes my stomach roll. I gulp and feel my heart race.
"Besides, what's one more bloody email to me when I've gone through hundreds?"
My breathing begins to grow heavy, but no longer because of my internet dilemma.
He averts his attention to his computer, "now tell me the name of that stupid app."
I take a deep breath and chew on my lip. I place my phone down and slump as I look at him, "you like me so much you'd waste your time on this?"
If it was possible, Tywin's deadpan drops even more.
I lick my lips and hold back a laugh, momentarily grinding down on him.
He turns to me.
I mutter, "my stomach feels fuzzy."
"Because of your internet issue?" he leans his head back.
"Hmm... and cos I like how much you like me."
I catch the slight glimmer in his eyes, though he tries not to betray his deadpan.
I sniffle for effect and shrug. I rub our noses together and bite my lower lip, "Mr. Lannister, do you have a crush on me?"
His brows quirk and he is unable to conceal his chuckle. He breaks into a groan and rubs his hands up my back, "what irritating creature you are."
My breath hitches as he leans in for a kiss. It was a chaste one, one that meant to show affection or even soothe. In truth, it was slightly surprising, considering his affections were mostly tangible. I pull away to giggle at him and grasp his cheeks, "you like annoying girlies?"
"Careful now, girl" Tywin narrows his eyes, "I enjoy you, but be careful."
"Mmm," I nudge his face with my nose, "and how would you like to enjoy me, kitty?" I bring my hands to his belt.
"Gagged."
I chuckle as I undo his buckle, "but milorddd--"
He gruffs.
"--I want you to use this on my wrists."
Tywin draws a deep breath, "the brat wants to be bound, does she?"
I nod slowly and pull his belt off. I hang the black leather on me like a scarf and grab his face, kissing him greedily. I shift on his lap and grind down on him. I chuckle when I feel him hardness through my shorts.
"Where do you want to enjoy me, daddy?" I mutter before licking a stripe up his neck.
He groans, "on my desk, whore."
He doesn't have to tell me twice as I shove his things out of the way to make room for myself on the surface. I lie on my back, curling my legs up as I excitedly loop the belt.
"On your belly," he commands.
"Nooo," I whine as I willingly trap my wrists in knot I prepared, "wanna see you. Wanna see you get tired as you fuck me."
Tywin grabs his belt and tightens my bounds, "filthy brat."
I giggle then huff as he yanks my arms up and positions me on his desk. He pushes the hand that held my bound ones above my head and looks down at me. I stretch my legs and wrap them around his waist, "love seeing your face when you come in me, daddy."
"Mmm," he leans and grinds down on my steadily dampening core, "you like seeing me use you like a clock sleeve?"
My breathing strains. I nod with enthusiasm, "all I'm good for."
He hums again, deeply pleased. He grinds rougher into me, causing me to shift from my spot. He grabs my thigh with his free hand and repositions me, "you know your place-"
I grind my hips, meeting his rhythm.
"-yet you somehow believe I should reward you for being a whore," he mutters, stopping his movements.
I make a sound at the lack of friction and seal him tighter around my legs.
"So audacious in your need," he digs his fingers into the garter of my shorts, "beg for it."
"Please," I lick my lower lip, "I need you-- need you to fuck me- use me like toy-"
"Desperate hussy," he pulls my shorts down.
Just as he said, I desperately wiggle to help him pull my shorts off with one hand. He chuckles and sinks his face into my neck, taking in my scent then nipping my skin.
"Let's see how desperate you are," he whispers hotly against my ear.
He rids me fully of my bottoms. He fastens my legs back around him then grinds down into me once more. The friction of his pants on my bare cunt makes me hiss. I moan and throw my head back, adjusting my hips until it feels good. The sound that leaves me when he rubs me the right way is nasty.
Tywin simultaneously moans and sighs. His nails scratch up my thigh and he squeezes my hips before continuing the travel to my breast. He pushes my shirt up and kneads my fleshy lumps. He hums in approval when I arch my back.
"Please. More," I whimper, looking up at him.
He tilts his head, "more what?"
"More you," my hands begin to strain as I overcome with the need to touch him.
He senses it and tightens my bounds, making me whimper. He renews his grip on my wrists then brings his other to inspect the building mess between my thighs.
I moan when he rubs my clit. He pulls back and inspects my arousal. He wets his two fingers with my slick before sinking into me. I whine at his prodding, jaw hanging low, hips grinding into him, "Tywin."
"So soft," he pumps his fingers into me, "so fuckable."
My stomach tightens at the wet sounds of his ministrations, and in turn, I clench around his fingers.
He moans my name, making my stomach flip. He rubs his palm into my clit, "your cunt's hungry for my fingers."
I moan, needing more friction. I pant like a depraved animal, "more, fuck, please."
Tywin basks in the way he makes me tick. He tunes in to the sounds I emit as my folds leak more and more.
I whimper when he pulls out and brings his fingers to my lips. Without any thought, I dutifully clean them, lapping evidence of myself off his digits. I graze his skin with my teeth as he pulls out with a pop. He chuckles, "dirty work for a dirty girl."
"Yes, please, I'm a dirty girl."
I yelp when he grabs me by the throat and pushes my head back. He does not choke me per se, but there is pressure in his hold. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "again, you think you deserve a reward for being a harlot?"
"No, daddy," I whine, "being a needy whore doesn't win me prizes."
"Mmm," he trails his hands back down to my breast.
"But it does make your cock hard," I sigh as I roll my hips.
This sets Tywin off. It's a visible change. He proceeds to rub my clit to prove a point, and clearly the point is to make me writhe and come all over his desk.
I moan unabashedly, something he's always loved about me. I whine his name and chant agreements, encouraging his finger fucking. I roll my hips and arch my back even more. I throw my head back and feel my neck strain as I chase the building pleasure he was supplying.
And I really shouldn't have been surprised, but he stops just as my orgasm was dawning.
I look at him, teary eyed from the loss of my incoming high. I pout and whine.
"Beg."
"Please, please, I wanna come, baby. I need it. I need it, I want it."
Tywin teases me with his thumbs.
I let out a strangled moan, feeling my body quake, "mmm-- daddy, please. I need you! I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers, with your cock, oh- fuck- want you to come in me and spit in my mouth and ruin me."
Tywin groans and shakes his head, "you truly are a depraved little whore, aren't you?"
I moan and nod, "yes. Yes, I am. I need it so bad, daddy, it hurts. My pussy needs you-"
He grabs my jaw, squeezing it to keep it open, "you want my spit in your mouth?"
I nod rapidly and stick my tongue out.
"You will not get everything that you want, slut," he says, releasing me to undo his pants with one hand.
I pant as I watch him free himself. When he does, my cunt quakes in anticipation, aching to be filled. I spread my legs, bringing my knees to my sides. My brows furrow in concentration, "please, please, please, I need your cock. Use me, please. I need you--"
My words are cut off by him finally driving into me. I squeal in excitement. I groan and tightly grip on the belt as much as I can. He thrusts into me with little regard for anything but himself. He gets lost in his thrusts. He presses his hand into my inner thigh and pushes my leg down. He pulls the belt on my wrists and pistons harder.
I cry out in approval. I mumble incoherent words of praise and encouragement in manner that scratches my throat.
Tywin eventually releases his hold on my bounds in lieu of rubbing my clit. At the same time, he thrusts slower and deeper, making me throw my head back in pleasure.
"Fuck! Just like that. That feels so fucking good, mmm fuck-"
He drags out his cock even slower, withdrawing until he's nearly out then sinking back in till his stones hit my ass. His deft fingers, wet with my lust for him, rapidly rub my clit in a fast and delicious pace. I squeal when he sporadically slaps into me, only to draw back out in a languid manner again.
My eyes begin to water and my belly trembles at the ministrations.
I whine on beat with his thrusts when he grabs my hips with his large hands and plunges deep, bullying my cunt with short and shallow shoves. My breathing is loud and hard as I wrangle out of my bounds, dying to touch him as he makes my pussy flutter. Seeing this, Tywin growls and pushes my hands back down, "stupid whore. Lay down and take it."
I make a squeaky noise, "wanna touch you- needa touch you."
"Were you not the one who asked for this?" he groans through laboured breath, "are you so dumb fucked already you've forgotten?"
I squeal and feel my breath get knocked out of me when he returns to a more brutish pace, holding me down by my decolletage. My body jolts on impact, in turn, making the desk creak and the objects upon it jostle. My salivating mouth chokes out a response, "no-- wanna to- wan' touch you, da-" I whine, "please."
"Greedy come slut."
I let out a broken moan, "lovie, please- please. Wanna touch- wanna pull you close--"
"I'm inside you," he chuckles darkly, one hand tightening around my throat.
The lack of oxygen and his thrusts make me see stars.
The next moment, he begins to fuck me slowly again, grinding into me in a moderate tempo. He stuffs his thumb into my mouth, effectively muffling my whines. I haughtily suck on his finger. With the new found quiet, the wet slapping and thrusting was now audible to anyone earshot. The sounds makes my belly wild with lust.
"Look at you," he mumbles as he does just that. He looks at me as I suck on his thumb and mewl; he watches as his cock disappears into core, my puffy lips parting with every thrust, "so eager for my seed."
I pathetically sound off at the idea, rolling my hips as I did.
"Shall I put an heir into your belly, pet?" he releases my wrists, bringing the now free hand onto my stomach, "my pretty girl."
I gag at the idea, nibbling down on his thumb as I desperately wiggle the belt off my hands. Tywin ignores me as the fantasy of fucking me pregnant clouds his mind. His breath strains as he rubs a side of my stomach, "though, I do like painting your skin with my seed."
I whimper and furrow my brows. I choke on his thumb as I mutter, "no, inside. Inside, please!"
Tywin is snapped out of his fantasies and pulls his thumb out of my mouth. He tilts his head as he watches me struggle out of the belt, "oh? You think you deserve that?"
I make a frustrated sound as I free myself from my bounds. All the while, Tywin uses his wet thumb to slowly draw circles on my clit.
I gasp when I finally manage to shrug the belt off my wrists.
Lost in the thought again, Tywin continues with his steady and deep pistoning. He imagines how my body might change to accommodate his child, how my belly will grow, how my breasts will heavy, how my slick will sweeten. He hums and curses under his breath. He doesn't actually want an heir, he doesn't think, but gods fantasy of it all.
"Need it," I whimper, reaching out to him. I grab his dress shirt and scratch the sides of his ribs. I lick my lips and debate ripping the his shirt open, but don't want to deal with repercussions of flying buttons nor what he'll do to me for destroying his shirt. I hastily unbutton his top and rub the expanse of his chest. My hands run up to his neck. I massage his shoulders and pull him close, lifting my head up to kiss him.
Tywin leans down, lips finding my own, but just before I can deepen our kiss, he pulls away and clutches my jaw, "I asked if you deserve it, my stupid fuck-toy," he rests his forehead on my temple, "not if you need it."
As this point, his movements slow then cease altogether. I whine in protest.
He clicks his tongue and rubs my thighs, "use your words, darling."
I continue to whine as I scratch as his nape. "I deserve it," I stretch out, peppering kisses all over his face. He leans into me. I lick his lower lip, " 'm a good girl, officer. So good."
He groans when I begin to roll my hips again. He grips the curve of my ass and shakes his head, "your whorish nature proves overwise."
"Please, please, please--"
"Will you cry to me about your woes and then cry again when I take action?"
I rapidly shake my head, "never. Never, lovie."
Tywin hums and rubs his nose on my cheek.
"Please," I beg, "please," I urge, "please."
He kisses my jaw and begins to move again. I squeal in relief and nip at his ear.
"Since you asked so nicely," he mutters, propping himself up on his palms.
I shift my weight on my elbows and chase after his mouth. I give him messy kisses and make it a point to catch his lips between my teeth at least once. Though normally, he would see this as an act worth punishing, in the moment, he did not care. He, quite frankly, loved the neediness, not that's he'd say that out loud.
Tywin loses himself as he bucks into a thorough pace. He plows into me with enough force to make his desk squeak and thud in protest. I meet his movements with the grinding of my hips and wanton pants. Amidst all the sensations, I feel my climax quickly drawing near.
"Yeah, baby, so good. So good."
He grunts as he squeezes the flesh on my hips. He pushes my knees back with one hand as the other rubs down to the small of my back, "you like that?"
I claw at his shoulder, dig my fingers into his nape, and rapidly nod, mumbling in mindless agreement. He huffs, looking down at me in self-satisfaction, wholly enjoying the reaction he was garnering. He spectates the wet slapping of our skin and the shuddering of my belly. He rubs circles on my clit.
"Fuck, Tywin."
He hums, "such sweet sounds."
I drop my head back.
"Prove your obedience then. Come on my cock."
I whimper his name out repeatedly and chase my incoming high.
Tywin pounds into me with more vigor, rougher and harder and more desperate.
I feel my belly begin to tighten. I howl and pull him close. I bring my mouth to his neck and graze him my teeth. I sigh and lick his skin before sucking the area, "give it to me, gimme, baby-- need it, need'a-"
His mouth finds mine and we share a heated kiss. He pushes me flat on the desk, hands on my shoulder and hip. He grips me tightly as he stokes the fire building inside him. He flicks his hips at a desperate pace and his expression displays his single-mindedness: his brows furrow, his jaw drops. My own face makes known how intoxicating it all was. Much as I wanted to watch him come, the twitch of my features prevent me from doing so, and soon enough, my eyes screw shut to focus on my pleasure.
Tywin's nails bite into my skin, and with two strong, distinct plunges, he grunts and releases his lustful heat. He continues to fuck me through his peak, and I feel him throb as he sighs deeply in ecstacy.
Quickly after, I let out a throaty squeal as my body breaks into burning bliss. My spine twists and my thighs shake as I feel my come spill down my ass onto the wood supporting my weight. I heave heavily through my open mouth and squeeze the arm pushing my shoulder down with both my hands. I lick his fingers as I grind into him, riding out my climax.
He begins to falter moments later. I wrap my legs around his waist and seal him in place. My body buzzes as he caresses my neck and rubs my lips with his thumb.
Breathlessly, he praises, "good girl."
My belly tingles and my eyes open to his look of bliss. I lick his thumb then kiss it, pulling his hand off me to then kiss his palm, "thank you, daddy."
Tywin takes a couple open-mouthed breaths as he examines me. He kneads my exposed breast then rubs down my belly. He licks his lips, evidently satisfied. I whimper as I push myself up and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I sneak my arms underneath his open shirt and pepper kisses on his skin, licking, nibbling, and doting on him.
He's accustomed to how I get after a good fucking, and though his sigh was that of content, it was also something else. He places his hands on the curve of my hips and nudges me with his nose, "I have work to do, needy pup."
I bite his neck hard enough to make him react. He calls my name out as a warning. "Wanna stay like this," I whisper hotly against his ear.
He sighs again as my lips kiss their way to his. He knits his brows but returns my affection.
I drape my arms over his shoulders, one hand combing through his white hair, "don't want my old man to be cold."
Tywin makes a disapproving sound at my feigned concern. He rolls his eyes and I simply giggle, knowing even in his annoyance, he'd let me have my way. "You will not distract me," says the man with his serious Lannister™ voice.
I am immensely undeterred and overly confident in my post-sex state, and so I stick my tongue out through my teeth before shaking my head. He sighs yet again, shaking his head as he tries to push me off. I whine and scowl in offense, tightening my arms and legs around him. The man knows it's futile, and yet he continues to push me back, as he also knows he will let himself get distracted once this work stokes his ire.
Coming to terms with his defeat, he stops pushing me off. I pull my lips into a pleased smile and look at him.
He raises his brow and warns, "you will not speak a word unless spoken to."
My stomach rolls at the severity of his tone.
"And you will not complain about how I'm ignoring you, nor long it's taking me to complete my work while you are nestled on my lap."
I chew my lip and tilt my head, "can I complain if I'm off you?"
"Yes."
I nod, "okay, kitty meow meow, sit down on your chair then."
Tywin's brow quirks.
I blink expectantly, "come on, honey. With all the exercise we do, I'm sure you can manage to get us on your chair."
He glares at me, but I simply do not care. I grin and rub the line between his brows.
With a grunt from him and a giggle from me, we end up on his chair. I kiss his cheek and rub his shoulders, "good boy."
He ignores me and rolls his chair towards his desk with slight difficulty. He arranges his things and wipes down the wet blob on his desk with a tissue, "dirty temptress."
I chuckle and rest my head on his shoulder.
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I have no idea how to write this but(it's under a cut bc it got long with me ranting):
During a ritual I went to during the Reimpera tour, it was raining(there was a hurricane happening in the states below the one I was in). We got like 2½-3½ songs from the opening band before they had to shut it down due to the stage flooding(it was an outdoor venue that claimed "rain or shine"). There was thunder and lightning happening so we were (very rudely) made to go back to our cars(the venue staff treated concert-goers like cattle).
We waited 3-4 hours soaking wet in our car, waiting for updates from the venue and Ghost on FaceBook. We got shit updates once an hour from the venue before the whole show was canceled because the venue didn't have the right protection for the band's equipment, and the equipment got fried. In the morning, there was a very apologetic post on (almost) all of Ghost's social medias.
I heard somewhere that Tobias was very irate with the venue staff backstage.
So now. To the writing idea, I'm unsure how to write:
Copia yelling at the venue staff for not getting proper equipment coverage and ruining the equipment, and treating the fans like shit.
#if all the negatives weren't there it would've been the greatest first rital+concert#the rain made what opening songs I saw so cool#i think i have videos of it#the band ghost#papa iv#papa copia#rainy rambles
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Claude Barzotti 🎶 Le Rital
Hommage au chanteur belge Claude Barzotti 🌹 🖤 🎈 R.I.P 🙏🕊
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Claude Barzotti 🎶 Madame
Bonne soirée
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Bed with myself? Nothing but Undressed #groundzero KKK 3rd state of mind && also "Try With Me"
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But in my dreams I walk up to you and say "Do you wanna get a milkshake after the show?" You say, "Sure"
#going on a midnight post-rital date at a small-town diner w/ copia and everyone is staring at us (freaks) but we're so in love we don't care#who else up who's also burning yearning etc#btw this song is filthy so you Might want to wear headphones but. im thinking about that old man again :/#nicole dollanganger#Spotify#life could be dream...#this whole album is honestly like. Nicole gets me. she Understands.
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Don't skip just read this please
Hi world , it’s Sahar
Please read this as if I'm a member of your family . maybe your sister, daughter or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.
My name is Sahar. A marketer shopping from Gaza, athe dreams she worked for but found herself losing the city she’s living in and losing any hope of a better future with it . And after a whole 4 years of studying and internship, the war had another idea.
I have 4 children: Hala the oldest, Rital, Odi, and Talin. We had a house full of love, dreams, and hopes that we strive to achieve one by one, but the war came and destroyed everything. We strive to travel outside Gaza to preserve our lives and obtain safety.
. In 15th of January 2024 my son Odai has An injury in his leg byShooting from a quadcopter aircraft in a shelter belonging to the UN Relief Agency
This loss circle didn’t end here, cause after more than 5 times of being displaced and having to leave our house escaping from rockets and death, we returned to our house and found it almost wiped off, more than half if it was destroyed and became an unlivable place leaving us not only with tired hearts but also without a place to stay in
Our Home
We are suffering in the UNRWA shelter center from overcrowding, the spread of diseases, pollution, and the difficulty of obtaining water and entering the bathroom due to the large number present in the place. It has been a year since this suffering.
Look what this horrible war has done to us. It has turned our lives upside down. It is hard for your mind to imagine. You were living in a villa with all your necessities and luxury items available until the war transferred you to live in a school for more than 13 months. We saw death 100 times a minute. I have attached pictures of the suffering of living in the school.
The situation after almost 13 months of this genocide is that the borders of Gaza are still unfortunately closed and no one can get out of it, of course unless you pay the most money to save your life and cross the Rafah crossing to reach Egypt, as crossing the Rafah crossing costs about $25,00 to $5,000 per person, and as a family of 9, the amount we have to pay just to get to Egypt seems impossible to bear.
So, this is how the money will be spent:
* Paying about $5,000 for each member of my family of 9 to cross the Rafah crossing and safely reach Egypt
* About $5,000 covers the GoFundMe transaction fees (2.9% + $0.30 per transaction)
* The rest of the money will be for housing, food, etc. for a period of time in Egypt
Asking for your help is the only way to save my family’s life and future, and your help may become our hope when hope is far from us under these circumstances, every dollar you can help with may save a life, bring hope to a tired heart and save a young future.
Please don't read this as a tragedy, I am here to ask you to prevent further tragedy and help us start our lives over. I am here to ask for your help not your sympathy, to ask you to take action either by donating or by sharing this with everyone you know who can help, please read this with your heart and take action as if it were your family, your mother and your siblings who are living in these circumstances.
Here is the donation link. Don't be stingy with me, even if it is a little. You will have contributed to preserving the lives of my family. With best wishes.
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