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Rough Night

George Weasley x reader

Requested by @iwontdance-dontaskme

Request gist: George x reader with rough sex and sweet aftercare

A/N: Thank you for the request. I write these beforehand so I'm going to apologise now just in case the fanfic wasn't as good as hoped to be. I decided to go for the cliche ‘bad day at work, release anger through sex’ trope.

T/W: Choking, thigh spanking, unprotected sex, dumbification, a bit of dirty talk, crying during sex (from sex)

1K words

George’s job was stressful. Who knew working in your own joke shop could be so gruelling? From kids with grabby hands wanting everything bright and colourful to the odd sneak thief who would decide that puking pastilles weren't worth paying for, the job could take a toll on anyone.

Today was no different.

Fred was out on a family emergency, leaving George to run the shop by himself. The few employees were no help, seeing it as an easy summer job before Hogwarts reopened its gates. When George finally shut the shop for the night, he was fed up and stressed. But he had the perfect thing to relieve that.

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You were asleep on the bed when George got home. His trudging footsteps just barely break through your sleep hazed mind. When you peek a sleepy eye open to look at him, you aren't met with his regular smile. You’re met with furrowed brows and dark eyes.

You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, barely able to get a word in before George climbed onto the bed and took his place between your legs. He grabbed the band of your underwear and yanked them down, paying no mind to the sound of ripping fabric. He placed his thumb on your clit and circled it slowly and methodically.

“I've been thinking ‘bout you all day, love. Thinking ‘bout that pretty pussy and how good it feels to be buried deep inside”

His voice was deep and calm despite the stress filled storm that plagued his mind. His other hand trailed up your body until he met your neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. He didn't squeeze, his hand just stayed there. He leaned his face closer, keeping his hand on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Tell me that you need me too, little love”

When your mouth opened to reply, his thumb slipped down, teasing around your entrance. The answer you had died on your tongue, your only thoughts being replaced by a need to feel him. He smirked when you didn't answer fast enough and pulled his hand away entirely. His smirk only grew when he heard your voice.

“I need you, George. Please?”

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, knowing that your eyes were following his hands like a dog eyeing a treat. You were nearly whining at him to hurry by the time he reached the last button. He knew that as soon as he had unzipped his trousers, you were as needy as he was. His hands reached into his boxers, pulling out his already hard cock. His ego only grew when he saw your eyes follow it, your mouth open in awe.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him. His cock nudging against your already wet folds. He positioned his tip at your entrance before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his cock deep inside you. The sudden stretch had you moaning and writhing, grabbing at his arms to steady yourself. His hips didn't falter, his thrusts steady. Your eyes rolled back from his demanding pace. With every thrust, the tip of his cock pummelled that spongy button deep inside of you that made stars appear in your eyes.

The constant assault on your sweet spot had tears collecting on your lashes, something that George picked up on. His voice as cocky as the smirk he wore.

“Look at you, crying for my cock. You act all innocent but you become such a dumb little slut when I get my cock inside you”

His hand moved back up to your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze despite his rough pace.

“You like it when I fuck you dumb? All you can do is cry and take it”.

His other hand came down to land a slap on the meat of your thigh, your whining only fuelling his ever growing desire. One slap after another was delivered to your thigh. Your moans got louder and more consistent, and George knew what to do.

He circled your clit with his thumb, knowing just how to bring you over the edge.

“I know, baby. You wanna cum, don't you? Maybe you should ask nicely”

George smirked, knowing that the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be moans and whines. You always got like this when he fucked you. He just chuckled at the state you were in, the blissed out look on your face, and the high pitched whines that left your throat.

“Don’t worry, love, cum for me. Show me just how good it feels”

That's all it took for you to leap over the edge. Your walls clenched around his cock, your squeals of pleasure met his ears. He fucked you through your orgasm, making sure that you rode it out to the fullest.

George's orgasm was catching up to him. After a few more thrusts, he was cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls. As you both caught your breaths, he took a moment to admire you like this. Your eyes glossy, your cheeks red, that light sheen of sweat covering you, and that heavenly scent of sex.

His perfect stress reliever.

George slowly pulls out of you and gently shushes the whimper that leaves your lips. He gets one of the tissues from the nightstand and wipes away any cum that spills out of your pussy before discarding it. He finds one of his old T-shirts in the drawer and slips it over your head, helping you in your fucked out state to put your arms in the holes.

After sliding a new pair of underwear up your legs, he gets into bed next to you. George’s hands find their way to your waist, holding you against him where you belonged. He hums softly, the melody filling the room and giving your sleep driven mind something to focus on. With his hand running through your hair, his voice was soft and comforting.

“You did so well for me, baby. Always so perfect. That's why you’re my sweet little love”.

Who knew such a bad day could lead to such tender words?

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The Dove and Her Hound - CH. Thirty

Title: Epilogue 

Words: 1,476

Warnings: None

A/N: This is it, the last of the series. I can’t believe that it’s over! If you’d like to request something, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask! I’d really love to write for you! Hope you enjoy!!

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You made your way down to the docks where you would say goodbye to Jon. Sansa led the group of six. Arya pushed Bran behind her and you were followed by Sandor. His arm was around your waist and you could see Jon looking at him, his face expressionless.

 “I wish there had been another way,” Sansa said to Jon. “Can you forgive me?”

 “The North is free thanks to you.”

 “But they lost their King.”

 “Ned Stark’s daughter shall speak for them. She’s the best they could ask for.”

You could see the pride in Jon’s eyes when he spoke to Sansa. She had grown up so much over the past years and she most definitely deserved to rule over the North. Sansa was fighting back tears and hugged Jon tightly. Next up was Arya.

 “You can come to Castle Black to visit me. Anytime you’d like.”

 “I can’t.” Arya said.

 “You think that anyone would tell you that women aren’t allowed?”

 Arya let out a chuckle then looked down at the ground. “I’m not going back to the North.”

 “Where are you going then?” You asked her.

 “What’s west of Westeros?”

 “I don’t know,” Jon said with a laugh.

 “No one knows. All of the maps stop there. That’s where I’m going.”

 “You have your Needle?” Jon asked her, throat tight.

 “Right here.” Tears were welling up in Arya’s eyes. One tear fell and Jon wiped it away, pulling Arya in close as she wept. After a moment Jon managed to pull himself away to kneel in front of Bran.

 “Your Grace,” he said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

 “You were exactly where you were supposed to be.”

 Jon stood up and walked to you next.

 “Would you like to see your nephew?” You asked him gently.

 “Yes.” You handed him your son and leaned back against Sandor as Jon rocked the babe in his arms.

 “What’s his name?”

 “Eddard Stark. I decided to name him after Father.”

 “That’s a good name,” Jon whispered.

 “I’m glad you agree.” You were smiling softly at the scene in front of you. You heard Jon sniff lightly and you surged towards him.

 “No, no, no. Don’t you dare start crying. I’m already on the verge from our sisters, you don’t get to make it happen.”

 Sandor took his son out of Jon’s arms and you crashed into him, squeezing your brother as hard as you could. Sobs escaped your mouth and Jon shushed you, tears in his eyes.

 “The three of you are always welcome at the Wall as well,” Jon said into your hair after he kissed the top of your head.

 “I know. We’ll visit when we can.”

 “And you,” Jon said to Sandor. “If I find out you hurt my sister again, I will not hesitate to desert my post and kill you.”

 Sandor wasn’t exactly intimidated by Jon, but he knew that it was not an empty threat.

 “I understand. That was the biggest mistake of my life and I do not intend to repeat it.” Sandor looked at you with love in his eyes and you smiled warmly back.

 “Glad we’re at an agreement.” Jon looked at the last of his family and left without another word. Your eyes started to water again as you watched your brother leave. You grabbed Sandor’s hand and he pulled you close to him. With a last backwards glance from Jon, he was gone.

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 You had been back at Winterfell for two months and today was the day of Sansa’s coronation. She was to be crowned Queen in the North and you were very happy for your little sister. She definitely deserved it after all the shit she went through. The time had come and you were standing by the front of the Hall, your babe in your arms and your husband by your side, when Sansa walked to you. Everyone was kneeling as she walked by them and when she got to you, you curtsied slightly. Sandor bowed and Sansa nodded her head, a bright smile on her face.

 After Sansa swore vows to protect the North, the Maester performing the ceremony had her kneel and placed her crown on her head. She then sat down on her throne and her people began to chant.

 “The Queen in the North!” They said, your voice among them. The ones with swords held them high in the air. They were pleased that Sansa was their Queen and you were too. She was the best fit and you couldn’t wait to see her grow.

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 Sansa had been Queen for five years now. She was doing excellent at it and you were extremely proud. Your son was now five and some months old and he made the castle very lively. Sandor had taken your name as his own and was now Lord Stark thanks to Sansa. It had taken him a while to get used to it, but it made you laugh when someone caught him off guard with the title.

 You and Sandor had made up completely soon after Sansa’s coronation, and now you were expecting your second child. Sandor was beyond happy as were you and the both of you waited impatiently for them to arrive into the world.

 You had gone and visited Jon three times since he had been put back into the Night’s Watch. He was always happy to see you and Eddard. Jon had become the Lord Commander once more and it always put a smile on your face to see him in his element. You hadn’t seen Tormund since you gave birth, but Jon kept you updated by raven when he could.

 You hadn’t really heard from Arya much, but she did sometimes send a raven to let you know that she was okay. She had found some islands on her journey, but no big mass of land. In her letters she sent detailed reports of what the islands had on them and if there were any people on them. Along with the reports, she sent drawings. When you got them you immediately had your cartographer add them to your maps. Arya wanted it to stay secret until she got back from her journey and you kept that promise. All of the letters, maps, and drawings were kept in a secure room with you holding the only key. The cartographer was sworn to secrecy as well.

 Gilly and Sam were in King’s Landing with your little brother and they kept you well updated. Sam was now the Grand Maester of King’s Landing and Gilly had given birth to a beautiful baby boy they named Jon. They never really had the chance to go to Winterfell, so Sansa named you Ambassador of the North. That meant you got to see your brother and your friends. Eddard loved going with you and his papa to the Capital and he loved seeing his best friend, Jon. Sandor never really enjoyed going back there, but he did it for his family.

 One day after traveling for about a month, you were in the Capital once more. This time it wasn’t for political reasons. Sansa had said that you needed to stop working for a little while and to spend time with your family. So you had decided to take a trip to King’s Landing to visit your other family. Originally you had put down the idea of leaving Winterfell so late in your pregnancy, but Sansa and Eddard helped change your mind.

 She had one of the many Maester’s go along with you to make sure everything was going well.  That had eased your thoughts, but you still didn’t want to go. You only realized the decision was made without you when you walked into your little house and everything was all packed up and ready to leave. Exasperated, you just looked at your husband and your grinning child and sighed in defeat.

 “Let’s go mother! I can’t wait to see Uncle Sam, Aunt Gilly, and Jon again!” Little Eddard had exclaimed.

 “What about Uncle Bran?”

 “And Uncle Bran.” Eddard was grinning from ear to ear and you had laughed lightly.

 “You be on your best behavior, understand?” Sandor told his son. “You do whatever your mother or I says. Without complaint.”

 “Yes father!” Eddard raced off to the carriage and you looked at your husband.

 “I really don’t want to go.”

 “I know, Dove. But you really need the break and Eddard loves it up there.”

 You sighed and grabbed Sandor’s hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the inside of your wrist softly. A giggle escaped your lips and Sandor’s thumb caressed your cheek.

 “Go to the carriage. I’ll bring the bags.”

 “Alright. I love you,” you whispered, kissing your husband.

 “I love you too.”

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Made To Be Ruled

Chapter 7

Warning: talk and feeling of after rape and self laothing.

You laid there, silk sheets gathered around you, the feeling of something warm and wet between your legs. It felt disgusting, dirty, shameful. Tears rolled down your cheeks as stayed there unable to move after what that brute had done. You would rather of had death forced upon on you then what he had done. Loki had come in, bringing yet another plate of food, he hadn’t looked over to where you laid or at least you assumed as you had rolled away from him when you crawled back into the bed.

“Alright pet, let us try this again shall we.” His cool voice stated, you could hear the soft tread of his steps come closer. “Pet?”

Silence, all you could hear him take a deep breath.

“That bastard.” He whispered, anger dripped from his words. You didn’t roll over to face him, you felt disgusted with yourself enough as is, you didn’t want to see the vile look of contempt on his face at your state. He knew what had happened, knew that his brother had used you and discarded you like a piece trash. Bile rose in your throat again, your stomach churning at the memory of what he had done.

The sound of his steps changed as he walked away from you, they were heavy and moved quick. You were confused, half wanting him to stay, to keep your mind off of what had happened. The other half you wishing he would never return, send you away, so you could be away from this hell hole. You wished you had died on the joinery here now more then ever. Your own family would look at with contempt, your brother would turn his back and your uncle would disown for not fighting back harder then you had.

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Loki barged into Thor’s room, the door slamming again the wall behind it with enough force to leave a dent in the wood. The brothers room were very similar in set up to his own, crimson replaced the emerald colors and silver was used instead of gold. A naked woman was laid strung out on his canopied bed, blood covered the sheets chains wrapped around her appendages. He recognized her as the other woman that had been brought in with his own.

“Thor!” Loki yelled as he passed by her toward the bathroom, no doubt where Thor would be looking at his handy work.

“Yes brother?” Thor’s voice greeted him as he stepped out from his bathroom, he was still only clad in his robe. Loki could see the faint outline of dry blood waist level on it and infuriated him further.

“Why did you go to my room and take what was mine?” Loki demand, standing toe to toe with the taller man.

“You mean make that whore a woman?” Thor chuckled, the corner of his mouth pulling back into a grin. “You did know that she was untouched, right brother?”

“You had no right, Father gave me that one, she was not yours to take.” Loki growled, he flicked his wrist, the woman chained to the bed was immediately unchained.

“And what are you, little brother, going to do about it?” Thor laughed, his voice echoing off the walls. Loki’s eye narrowed, as the shackles wrapped around Thor’s wrists slowly and then tightened sharply. It pulled the muscular mans hand behind his back hard, making Thor grimace in response as he was quickly chained to the wall. “Loki.”

“Yes brother?” Loki responded light heartedly as he walked over to the naked and scared woman on the bed. His eyes raked over her bruised body, she started to push back on the bed, trying to put some distance between her and the raven haired man coming to her.

“Don’t you touch her.” Thor hissed pulling at the restraints.

“Oh Thor, what’s the matter? You took what was mine, and shall take what was yours!” Loki snapped as he grasped her wrist tightly, he grinned at his brother before vanishing.

“LOKI!”

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You had managed to pull yourself into a sitting position by the time Loki returned. A sinister grin on his face as he shut the door and locked it behind him. Grabbing the blanket and pulling it to your chest you watched as he walked around the room to the side of the bed. His emerald eyes focused on you only, they were kinder then the grin on his face and made you feel uneasy.

“You, my pet, need a bath.” He said, his voice was softer then had been before. You didn’t moved, but just stared at him, he sighed as he sat down on the side of the bed.

Loki grasped the chain bound to your leg and pulled it lightly, pulling your foot out from beneath the covers. You felt the shackle release instantly as if undone by magic, a magic you knew he possessed. Slowly Loki stood and turned so he was fully facing you, he leaned forward and scooped you off the bed despite you trying to pull away. Effortlessly he lifted you into his arms, you could feel the mixture of your blood and his brother’s seed stick lightly to the sheets under you. The dirty feeling washed over you in a renew sense and you tried to push him away.

“Pet, I’m afraid if you insist on squirming I might drop you and seeing as how you already injured I wouldn’t want that.” Loki told you softly yet sternly.

“Why so you can force yourself on me like that bastard did?” You snapped back, fresh tears threatening to fall once again.

“Darling, when I choose to take you I guarantee I won’t need to use force.” Loki responded before pushing the bathroom door open with the toe of his shoe.

“I highly doubt that.” You spat back.

“Lady y/n!” Ryleaha’s voice echoed, you snapped your head in the direction it came from.

She was covered in bruises, her lip split open, and her eye a deep shade of purple. She was dress in a simple mint colored dress, and her hair pulled back as it always had been.

“Ryleaha?” You breathed as Loki set you down on your feet, being sure to keep you covered in the blanket you had a death grip on. You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her, engulfing her in a hug, being sure to be gentle cause of the bruises, you hadn’t noticed Loki slowly and quietly exit the bathroom.

———

Loki closed the door, and leaned against the wood, the image of your tear stained face, the blood coating you. Your lack of fight, everything seemed to of have changed and it burned inside of him. He had never seen the outcome of a woman who had been taken against her will before and somewhere deep inside him he hated it. He had had many concubines before but never one quite like you, then again Father had paid the others but he bought you.

Also there was that little matter of the girl calling you Lady y/n, to which usually meant someone of noble bearing. His eyebrow raised as he pushed himself off the door looking back at it. Loki licked his bottom lip before setting to work clean the room so no trace of Thor was left.

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Made to be Ruled, pt 6

Trigger warnings: rape, blood, violence.

** His body moved quickly, grasping you by your arm. He pulled you back up, knocking the food to floor in the process and slammed your body face first into the bed post. His body pinning you in place, one hand still held your arm tightly in his grasp as the other was on your throat. “Do you dare test me, girl?” **

Loki growled into your ear. His hot breath fanned along your exposed skin. Your free hand attempt to pry his hand from your neck. Only causing him to tighten his grip. Gasping out as your breath started came out shallow. On the brink of everything going black. You tried hard not to panic. His body pressed harder against you. He was turned on once more and it disgusted you, the thought of him getting turned on just by hurting you was disturbing. Loki’s grip loosened around your neck, but not against your body. You jumped when someone cleared there throat.

“What a tantalizing Little treat she is.” Thor purred, resting his large body against the door frame. Enjoyable smirk across his face. Loki let go of you quickly turning on his heels and with a flick of his wrist you were covered in an Emerald silk robe, a golden sash tied around your waist. Couching as you slumped against the pillar, your hand rubbing along your neck. You looked over at the golden hair prince, Thor licked his lips hungry, as eyes roamed over you. For a moment you were thankful that Loki covered your body. You pulled at the hem, it was to short for your liking. Showing more of your thighs then needed. The way Thor looked at you was enough to make your skin crawl. Even with Loki shielding you.

“What, Brother?” Loki hissed in annoyance. “If you can tell I’m a bit busy.”

“Don’t let me interrupt.” Thor hummed as he pushed his body away from the door frame. Taking large strides, his eyes never wavering from you. As he spoke to his brother. You could see red welts along Thor exposed flesh. What had he done to your hand maid. In a fit of anger you lashed out towards the man. Not getting very far, the shackle and Loki took their place pulling you back.

“You asshole.” You spat out. Fight against Loki’s grasp trying to get your hands on the man that thought he was a god.

“Brother, you really should put her in her place. Are you sure you don’t want me to take her off your hands.” Thor chucked at your weak attempt at coming at him. Oh your wanted to kill him.

“No,” Loki snarled. Glaring daggers at his brother. “I will be the one to put her in whatever place I den fit. You will not touch her.” Loki pushed you back to your place behind him. His arm still tightly warped around you. “What is the reason for your intrusion?”

“Father wishes to speak with us. I’m here to fetch you, brother.” Thor obviously annoyed. You heard Loki sigh angrily as he started walking towards his brother. Realizing after he walked passed Thor he was still standing there. His eyes trained on you. Licking his lips once more.

“Brother.” Loki half yelled. Waiting on his brother, not wanting to leave him alone with you. Thor smirked at you wickedly, winking at you before turning on his heels.

A sigh of relief when they both left. You paced around the bed as it seemed to be the only area you could really move to. The shackle pinching your ankle ever so often. You stared at the food like it was poison. You were too hungry to care as you ate a little. Shutting the noises your stomach made. What felt like hours when the door open and who you presumed was Loki entered. Armed with the tray that had the food on it. You were ready. Only it for it to be Thor striding in, you froze.

“Aye and what pray tell is that going to do?” Thor’s booming chuckle echoed the room. Well there was only one way to find out, as his stepped closer. You swung as he approached. Hitting the older prince square in the jaw. Only for it to concave against him. Thor chuckled more before grabbing ahold of your wrist, dropping the tray. “Finally it’s just you and me. My brother will be quite busy for awhile giving us sometime to have fun.”

“No!” You squeaked out, fear filled your widen eyes. You pulled against him. Clearly he was much stronger then the dark haired prince. Clawing as his hand fighting him as best as you could.

“Soon your stop this wretched fighting and just learn to take it like a good girl.” Thor hummed Ripping open the silk robe exposing the front of your body. His free hand slid under the silk cupping your Breast kneading them. Moaning in delight.

You cried out in anger trying to rip yourself away. Smacking, punching at the oaf of a man. Desperately trying to free yourself. Dark clouds crossed the already lightless kingdom, thunder boomed loudly over head. Only after your knee collided with Thor’s grind. Freeing you for a moment as you tried to scurry away.

“Oh you little whore, you’ll pay for that! And Here I was going to go easy on you when I bed you.” He snarled, the back of his hand met your cheek hard. You cried out. You hand touched your burning cheek. Then his hand gripping in your hair, ripping your head back. Your body hurdle forward, as Thor fling you on the bed face first with great force, that the soft bed was like a bolder on impact. Knocking the wind out of you. Ripping away the rest of the robe that Loki had given you. In attempt to hide you from his brother lingering eyes.

You small attempt to get away was stopped when he yanked on the chain of the shackle, dragging you back towards him. You felt the bed dip from his weight. As he held you down with the weight of him.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy taking your delicate flower, before my brother gets too. I’ll ruin you for him. Then I’ll have what was rightfully mine.” He growled in to your ear making you cringe. You struggled to free yourself know what was going to happen now. Know it would eventually happen. If it already hadn’t happened with Loki, after you passed out. You whimpered in disgusts as you felt his growing member harden with lust against your backside.

“Get off me!” You screamed, struggling against him. You heard him spit into his hand, rubbing it along his cock pumping himself a few time. Before he entered you. Screamed out in pain. Tears running down your face. No matter how hard you tried not too. Your face was pressed into the mattress as he took what was once yours to give to your future husband. His large hand pawed at your ass slapping at it, making you cry out. The silk sheets soaked from your tears.

“My, my what a sight to see.” Thor growled flipped you over. “Still a Virgin as I suspected. His hand pawed at the rest of your body. Watching himself fuck in and out of you. Soon it was over as he spilled into your raw core. Pulling out as he still came. His hand grabbing a hold of his Length. Jerking himself, squirting the rest of his seed all over you and the bed. Growling in pleasure as he watched you. His hand smearing the wet liquid over your breasts. Before pulling away from you.

Tying his robe back up. Petting at your hair, smiling as he left reassuring he would be back to have you again. Once the door closed. You didn’t get very far off the bed before you throw up all that you had just ate on the half the bed and floor. Blood and the contents of what Thor left, slipped down your thighs.

You curled into a shaking uncontrollably ball, as you sobbed. Wanting desperately to wake up from this nightmare. Creek of the door made you jump. Loki walked in bring more food as the other had fallen to the floor. You scrambled to the floor thinking it might have been Thor again.

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[randgugotur-6]

This Day in Metal

June 1st 1987 #CelticFrost released the album “Into The Pandemonium” #Mesmerized #IWontDance #InnerSanctum #ExtremeMetal

Did you know...

“Inner Sanctum" was featured in the 2009 video game Grand Theft Auto IV: The Lost and Damned. https://t.co/5Ev9421ipm

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Been playing this track a lot since waxing lyrical with @solobasssteve about how awesome Into The Pandemonium is. #celticfrost #iwontdance #intothepandemonium #intothepandemonium1987 #thrash #metal #thrashnetal #blackmetal #avantgarde #avantegardemetal #vinyl #record #album #lp #longplayer #vinylcollection #vinylrecords #vinyladdict #vinyladdiction #vinylcollector #clubrpm #nowplaying https://www.instagram.com/soundfackery/p/BxSCWZeHSPI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14c0kkhbre2a3

[babyi]

Honestly Ari gives the best side boob sometimes

aint that the truth