#mslothbrok

[royal-confessions]

“Meghan is actually obsessed with the princess of wales and probably couldn’t, get over the fact that Catherine saw straight through her.” - Submitted by mslothbrok

[mslothbrok]

Bridgerton/Queen Charlotte rp ad. Please!

Hi everyone! I’m Jodie 🤗

I’m looking for a long term rp partner to do a bridgerton rp with me. I am semi-lit, I write in the third person and in paragraphs. I only do doubles, usually I would do OCxCanon pairing. 18+ please 🙏🏽

So if you’re wishing to escape reality, and dive into the dating market of the ton! Please pm me or add me on discord!

.mslothbrok

[1800-fight-me]

Taglist reblog! 

Aemond taglist: 

@fultimefangirl @dumpsterfirecee​ @adderess @flowerpotmage @theold-ultraviolence @lady-phasma @aemonds-war-crime @schniiipsel @mommyslittlewarcriminal @batsyforyou @signyvenetia @sirenofavalon @ellathefriendlyalpacaaa @padfooteyes @percyjacksonspeen @aemonds-sapphire @wrendermeuseless @mllemarianne @slutforaemond @a-beaverhausen @widemiffyhappy @xceafh @roger-that-cap @chattylurker @rafecameronswhore @thelittleswanao3 @itsmekerin @mslothbrok @caught-in-the-afterglow @edalynbriars @lauraneedstochill @merakiaes @msmarvel-19 @aryacahill @ly17 @tiddieshakeshownu @princeaemonds @crazykonugget @ortegri @schniiipsel @iiamthehybrid @trshngyn @arcielee @paprikaquinn @widemiffyhappy @readsalot73 @danarysstormborn​ @crazymusicgirl104 @i-killed-ramsey​

Everything taglist:

@spideysimpossiblegirl​ @dinandgone​ @ohpedromypedro @littlemisspascal @tombraider42017 @kirsteng42 @just-here-for-the-moment @salome-c @hb8301 @readsalot73

request:

ig it’s not a request but a loose idea,,

maybe aemond and his lady wife only have had vanilla sex not because either of them want it to be spicy but because aemond thinks his new quiet little wife won’t enjoy anything other than missionary … but maybe they’re walking together in a secluded part of the gardens and catch aegon with a woman doing some spicy things and aemond sees the way his wife stares before she blushes furiously and he decides to to take things to the next level with her later on

New Experiences

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

A Practice Makes Perfect Fic - This can be read as a stand alone fic or part of the series!

Rating: Explicit- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Semi-rough sex that turns into soft and loving smut... oops

Word Count: About 2.5k

Synopsis: After a walk in the castle gardens that leads to an unexpected show, you and your husband try something new.

Author’s Note: I'm back!! I'm so sorry it has been so long since I've posted, life has been absolutely insane but I'm so happy to have finally had time to write and get this out!

Aemond Masterlist

You bounced up and down on the balls of your feet as you waited for Aemond to meet you for a walk in the gardens. 

He’d been fairly busy as of late and you were excited to have some time alone with him. 

You smiled brightly at him as you spotted him walk towards you. 

He truly is the most handsome man in the entire seven kingdoms in your opinion. 

His long silver hair looked so pretty as it swayed back and forth as he walked. 

“Hello, little wife,” he purred as he pulled you into his arms and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I have missed you,” you said sweetly. 

He smiled, a soft upturn of his curved lips, and nudged his nose against yours before he kissed you once again. 

“You are too sweet, I shall lose myself in you if I let myself indulge too much,” he whispered against your wanting lips. 

“Indulge away, dear husband,” you whispered back and surged up to fully press your lips to his. 

He groaned softly, low in the back of his throat, before he pulled back and looked at you. 

“You test my self control, beautiful. I thought you wanted to go for a walk,” he said. 

You smirked at him. 

“That is true, I suppose,” you said, but still you clung to him. 

“Come, let us walk for at least a little while before I drag you back to our rooms,” he said with a kiss to your temple. 

“You would not meet much resistance,” you promised as you looped your arm in his. 

He led you to walk along the path and appeased you as you prattled on about how pretty the flowers were. 

He told you about his day and smiled at you warmly as you told him about yours. 

You were content, happier than you ever imagined you could be. Aemond truly was the perfect husband and you took joy in being his sweet little wife. 

As you turned a corner to a more secluded part of the garden, which you were certain Aemond had led you into for a reason, you might still be new to sex but you were not ignorant of your husband’s intentions and desires, you gasped at what you saw. 

Aegon was buried deep inside a woman, her back to him as she bent over and rested her hands on the bench before her. 

They both groaned in pleasure before he noticed you and Aemond. 

You whirled around and buried your face in Aemond’s chest. 

He wrapped his arms around you and cradled the back of your head. 

“Really, Aegon? In public where anyone could see you?” Aemond said sharply. 

Aegon chuckled. 

“Were you not coming here to do the same?”  he challenged. 

Aemond scoffed. 

You peeked at Aegon and the woman and he caught you and winked at you. 

His hands continued to grip her waist tightly and he did not pull himself out of her. 

She did not seem too embarrassed by her predicament. 

You quickly hid your face in Aemond’s chest once more. 

“Shameful,” he scoffed at Aegon before he led you safely away. 

“Hypocrite!” Aegon yelled at his younger brother and laughed loudly. 

Your mind raced. You had never witnessed such an act before and Aemond had certainly never taken you in a position from behind like that. It looked…. rough, but the woman seemed to be enjoying it. 

Aemond had always been gentle with you since you’d been wed to him a couple months ago, and you enjoyed it immensely. 

But you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d enjoy something different just as much. 

If perhaps it was you and Aemond in that position….

“Are you alright, little love?” Aemond asked as he stopped and led you to look up at him and meet your gaze. 

“Y-yes,” you breathed out as you stared up at him. 

He was beautiful. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you with such care and devotion. 

You wanted him. 

“I am sorry you had to witness such depravity. A proper lady such as yourself should not be subject to such things…”

He trailed off as he spoke. 

His brow furrowed as he studied your face. 

Then he narrowed his eye at you. 

Your husband had become all too skilled at reading you and your expressions. 

“Tell me, my sweet little wife, what are you thinking about right now?” he asked as he leaned down close enough that his nose nearly touched yours. 

You struggled to think straight with his welcomed intrusion into your space. 

“I….” 

“Tell me,” he whispered. 

“You have never taken me in such a way. I-I couldn’t help but wonder if…”

You felt like you could burst from embarrassment. 

You dropped your gaze from his and he surprised you when he pressed a firm kiss to your lips. 

“If?” he asked, a murmur against your lips. 

“If it would be enjoyable for you to be, perhaps, less gentle with me?” your voice was practically a squeak due to mortification by the time you finished your sentence. 

He chuckled darkly and kissed you firmly as he pulled you tight against his body. 

You whimpered and melted into his body. 

“I would be more than happy to indulge your curiosity,” he said as he pulled back and stared at your lust filled eyes. 

————

“You will tell me if anything is too much, yes?” he demanded between harsh kisses as he kicked the door closed behind the two of you. 

“Yes,” you gasped as he lifted you up and shoved your skirts up. 

You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and held onto his shoulders as he continued to kiss you desperately. 

His tongue pillaged your mouth as he walked to the nearby table, the one he usually used for letter writing and things of the like, and shoved everything off it. 

He dropped you down onto the table you gasped. 

His predatory smile only made your toes curl as he surveyed you like a feast he was soon to

devour. 

You grinned. 

You entangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him back down to kiss you. 

His hands moved to the lacing at the back of your dress, but quickly he lost patience. 

He instead gripped the bodice and ripped it in a display of strength that had you gushing with another wave of desire. 

He managed to remove you completely of all your clothing quickly, with a few more rips, until you were bare before him. 

“Too much?” he asked as you stared at him aghast. 

He pulled off his eyepatch and shirt and your mouth watered at the expanse of pale muscled skin you saw, your husband’s body was a sight you would never tire of. 

“Absolutely not,” you replied. 

He pressed his lips to yours once again as he kissed you and filled you with his desire. 

Your hands trailed down the expanse of his tight torso and landed on his belt. 

Your hand drifted lower, to grip his hardened length, and he groaned into your mouth as his lips continued to move against yours. 

His hands gripped your waist tight, tight enough to bruise, and you loved it. 

You yanked off his belt, and with his help, removed his pants as well. 

His hands drifted lower. 

“I am ready, I want this to be about your pleasure, fill me now,” you gasped as you bit down on the most sensitive spot on his neck. 

He let out a low sound, practically a snarl, before he pulled back from you. 

He stared at you and he breathed heavily. 

You batted your eyelashes prettily at him as you returned his gaze and offered him your bare body for his enjoyment. 

He pulled you off the table and against his body. 

He kissed you one more time before he spun you around so your back was pressed to his chest. 

You could feel his hardness against the curves of your ass and whimpered in desire. 

“You,” he murmured in your ear, “my sweet little wife, are fucking perfect.” 

You shivered. 

He pressed down on your back so you bent down and rested your front upon the table and bared yourself to him. 

He groaned at the sight of you from behind, wet and desperate for him. 

He trailed his fingers lightly down the length of your spine and your toes curled in anticipation. 

“Aemond,” you whined in impatience. 

He smacked your ass lightly and you gasped. 

“Yes?” he asked. 

“Please, I need you,” you said breathily. 

Your heart pounded as he stretched the moment until it was nearly excruciating. 

You wanted him so much you couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t form words. 

“As you wish,” he said softly before he pressed himself inside you in one swift and deep thrust. 

You choked at how deep he felt inside you. 

“Oh shit,” you groaned. 

Your husband was well endowed, that you already knew, but he had never felt quite so large as he did at this angle. 

He chuckled darkly and leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. 

His hair fell around his shoulders and tickled your back. 

You shivered once again. 

He trailed his lips down the length of your back until he stood fully straight again. 

You couldn’t help the mewls that fell from your lips. 

And then, finally, your dragon filled you with his fire and passion in a way he never had before. 

He grunted as he thrust in and out of you so hard and deep that the table beneath you shook. 

He gripped the flesh of your hips tightly and held you in place as his pace somehow increased. 

Your wanton moans filled the room and made music as they intertwined with his low groans. 

There was a spot deep inside you that both you and Aemond were familiar with, but no position you tried before had ever given it quite this much attention. 

He hit that spot over and over inside you and the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming it was nearly painful. 

Your pleasure built and built as he buried himself deeper inside you than he had ever reached before, over and over and over again.  

“Aemond,” you gasped. 

He stopped his thrusts momentarily and you whined. 

He leaned down and pressed his sweat glistened chest against your back as he laid his weight atop you. 

You let out a high pitched whine at the feel of more of his skin against yours. 

He ran his hands all the way up your sides, arms, until finally he placed his hands atop yours and laced his fingers with your own. 

He ran his nose softly against your cheek and hummed in contentment. 

You sighed happily. 

You craned your neck and pressed your lips to his. 

He kissed you, slow and sweet before you released his lips and laid your head back down on the table. 

He began his thrusts once again, but this time, slow and more shallow. 

Your pleasure was not diminished, however, it felt just as wonderful, just more intimate. 

His cock rubbed against that same spot within you, slowly and smoothly, continuously and repeatedly.

‘Mmmm,” he moaned in your ear.  

“Oh gods,” you breathed out. 

“You are perfect, little love,” he murmured and slipped a hand from yours. 

His large hand found your waist once again and then slipped around the bend of your hip to the front of you. 

You gasped as his long fingers found your bundle of nerves and began to draw circles around it. 

He continued a steady and even pace as he touched you. 

Your sounds of ecstacy increased in volume and he groaned along with you. 

You felt the tension in your body grow and grow as his fullness pleased you more than you ever thought possible. 

“Let go,” he whispered and you did as he bid. 

The tension inside you snapped and you came, and clenched down on his hardness as you did. 

He muffled his own sounds of pleasure as he bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

The pain only intensified your pleasure and you could not help the volume at which you called out his name. 

He found his own release shortly after you, and spilled himself deep inside of you. 

You both panted as you caught your breaths. 

You turned your head and he kissed your wanting lips. 

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. 

“And I love you, dear husband, but I fear you are crushing me,” you said breathily. 

He chuckled and hauled himself off you. 

He helped you stand upright and laughed pridefully once more as you clung to him due to your unsteady legs. 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he scooped you up and held you to his chest. 

He carried you over to the overstuffed chair before the fire and sat down as he held you on his lap. 

You nuzzled your face into his throat and he hummed in satisfaction. 

He rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

“Are you alright? I fear I was too rough-“ 

“No, it was perfect, you were amazing, I feel wonderful,” you said as you pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. 

“Good,” he said lowly as he continued to rub soothing circles into your skin. 

“Though that was my favorite dress,” you said lightly. 

He laughed in surprise.

“Then I shall have another made for you, little wife, but I cannot bring myself to apologize,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

You giggled. 

“No apology is necessary,” you reassured and he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

You both fell into a contented and satisfied silence as he held you. 

Then you remembered that it was surely only mid afternoon and he must have duties to attend to. 

“How long before you have to go?” you asked. 

“Hm?” 

“We merely intended to go for a short walk in the gardens, I fear I have taken you from your afternoon responsibilities,” you said with a yawn. 

He laughed softly. 

“No, my sweet wife, I had no intention of only taking you for a walk. I cleared my entire afternoon,” he replied. 

“Aemond!” you said in shock and surprise before you laughed. 

“It is your fault for tempting me so,” he said heatedly. 

You huffed a laugh. 

“Whatever shall we do with an entire afternoon, just the two of us?” you teased. 

“Hm. I can think of a few things,” he said, his voice low and deep as he turned your head and pressed his lips to yours once more. 

[senjuhashirama]

Hello sweetie! This is completely random but are you still looking for an rp partner? Founders of leaf or Naruto shippuden? Stay safe ☺️

Hello there! ♥ Tbh, yes, I'm always looking for RP partners! Feel free to DM me or add me on discord

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hi 👋🏽 can I make a request about Byakuya kuchiki :) I

Oh my god. Please do. 👀

I love writing for Byakuya. 🥺❤️

[imaginationlane]

I’m so obsessed with Bill, everything about him is prefect straight down to the fact that, he cannot dance is too cute for words. 😭😍

His dancing makes me laugh so hard lol. God bless his two left feet. It gives me all the feels though *sobs*

[norsenightingale]

Hi 👋🏽 can I make a request for Björn taken an sudden interest in ivar lover? Perhaps to wind his brother up or because he generally wants to know what she finds so appealing about ivar and not him or his brothers. Thank you 🤗😘

Absolutely, I’ll put it on my list and tag you when it’s posted =]

[kokonoisgf]

office - Hanma

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+ character: timeskip Hanma

+ tw: MINORS DNI - 18+ sexual explicit content, public sex, degradation, mentions “daddy”, spitting

+ note: short drabble requested by @mslothbrok <3 have the best christmas love! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* make sure to stay safe, I love you

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“Aren’t you the best girl?” Coos a dangerous voice from behind his desk, swirling around in his chair. Tousled bi-coloured hair and glasses resting on the bridge of his thin nose- golden coloured orbs scan your body, before patting his laps. “Paying daddy such a nice little visit, what could you want, hm?” His finger trail up your jugular, tracing your jawline and cheekbone, before ghosting over your lips. It feels as if he’s lighting up a trail of fire along your skin, the dim light reflecting along his golden skin. Hanma’s dangerous gaze looms over your face, studying your features, exhaling the smoke from his burning cigar away from you. It twirls around him, eyes shining, as you grind down on him, rolling your hips oh so deliciously on his hard-on. “Want’ you” coos your soft voice, tone dripping with needs. It’s not long before he’s hoisting you up and dropping you on his desk.

Stealing a kiss, he devours you whole, piles of papers and object clashing on the hardwood floor. “Needy little whore” he trails off, gaze lighting fire, “So fucking eager for my cock, aren’t you?” His words are harsh, ripping off your panties and spitting on your fold, the drop of spit dripping down your exposed cunt - ‘ “Such a pretty pussy” His fingers parts your folds, smearing his spit over your clit, one hand throwing his glasses to the side before shooting you a dangerous smirk: “Fuck- you’re so messy, you’d want someone to walk in on us, huh?” His gaze is dangerous, fingers working at a merciless pace between your legs eliciting moans after moans out of your parted lips. Soon enough, your begs and pleas for his cock to rearrange your inside fill his office, with little to no regards as to whom may heard the two of you. Hanma snickers, unbuckling his belt in the blink of an eye; “that’s right, let them hear who you belong to, you slut.” his words are harsh, long digits soaked with your juices as he spread your folds; gaze flickering there before landing a slap on the side of your thigh;

“Anyways, nobody can fuck that pretty cunt like I do, 

now ass up doll” 

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[nmikaelsonimagines]

Remarkable: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @mslothbrok​: Hi 👋🏽 hope you are safe and well during, this pandemic. I was wondering if you could make an imagine. Where reader is a fae and Klaus in all his years never has come across one and his curiosity is pique and he doesn’t leave the reader alone?

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Remarkable.

If Klaus Mikaelson had to choose a word to describe Y/N Y/L/N, that would have been it. Remarkable. Unlike anything or anyone he had ever seen, and she left him in awe every time he saw her. He had lived for over a thousand years, and he had never come across a being like her. A fae, a myth, a legend, something he thought didn’t really exist.

But then again, vampires weren’t supposed to exist either, so he probably shouldn’t have been surprised.

She was just, well, beyond remarkable. He could have been there for hours explaining why. It wasn’t just the fact that she was something new to him, something exciting. He had no doubt that even if she wasn’t a fae, he would have been just as curious when it came to Y/N.

She was beautiful with a fiery spirit that lit up a room. She also continued to grow increasingly annoyed by Klaus’s presence, the hybrid insisting on following her around.

“A creature as rare as you could fall into the hands of the wrong people, you know.”

“Funny. I thought you were supposed to be the definition of the wrong people.”

“Well that depends on how many stories you believe.”

“There comes a time in a girl’s life when she starts believing the stories if the majority of them turn out to say the same thing.”

“And maybe there comes a time in a girl’s life, Miss Y/L/N, that she should start judging characters for herself.”

Klaus couldn’t help himself. He wanted Y/N to see him for the person he really was, not the monster that hid under the bed, waiting for innocents to fall asleep so he could rip them apart. He wanted her to see him for the gentleman, for the family man who was falling head over heels in love with her.

“Why are you so interested in me, anyway? I’m nothing special. I’m basically just a witch who can fly.”

“Because, I think you’re remarkable.”

He knew he had used the word too many times, but there was no other way to describe Y/N, no other word that seemed to fit her as perfectly. He studied the way her hair blew in the breeze, the way her lips seemed to turn up so slightly as his compliment sunk in.

“Is that a smile?”

“Absolutely not.” She was quick to revert back to the frown that had become so commonplace, a staple of her annoyance that Klaus was no stranger to. He knew that he had an effect on her, half expecting her to finally lose it and tell him to just leave her alone. But he knew there was something else there, and hoped, just hoped, that part of her actually enjoyed his company.

“Of course not.” Klaus grinned at her, and he heard her heart beat just a little bit faster. “Y/N? Smiling? At me? Surely that’s a myth? Practically impossible. Just like fae folk and vampires.”

“Alright, alright. You’ve made your point. Maybe I was smiling.” Y/N looked at him, and in that moment, as she actually did smile, Klaus thought she had never looked more beautiful.

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Oh shut up.” She hit him then, playfully and affectionately, the first time she had treated him as a friend rather than a nuisance. The atmosphere changed as Klaus darted out of the way, laughing. One look in her eyes, and all laughter stopped, the air becoming heavier.

“Why are you really so interested in me, Klaus?” Her voice was quieter, and Klaus froze as she stepped closer to him. “Do you really think I’m remarkable?”

“No,” Klaus exhaled, “I think you’re so much more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you’re beyond remarkable.” Klaus couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. If there was ever a time to confess his feelings, maybe it was now. “I think you’re perfect, and beautiful, and you make my heart beat faster, and every time I think about kissing you, I almost lose control of myself. I won’t leave you alone because I’m scared about someone else piquing your interest just as you’ve piqued mine. In over a thousand years, I’ve never quite felt the way I do when I’m around you, and it’s not just because you’re fae, not just because it’s nature for me to be attracted to you. It’s because you are beyond remarkable, Y/N Y/L/N, and I never want any of that to fade out of my life.”

As the last words fell from Klaus’s lips, silence settled over the hybrid and the fae girl. She looked at him, her eyes searching his, and for the first time, in a long time, Klaus Mikaelson felt what it was to be insecure.

“Do you know, Klaus, that a lot of people have said stuff like that to me before? And they’ve never really meant it, because, like you said, it’s in the nature of human beings, of other creatures, to be attracted to someone like me. But you, Klaus Mikaelson, you really did mean it.”

Y/N took another step closer to him. “Please don’t leave me alone, Klaus. I’ve rather enjoyed your company.” She pressed a kiss against his cheek. “Promise me.”

“I promise, Y/N.”

She smiled at him, and only one word floated through Klaus’s mind.

Remarkable.

Masterlist

[honestsycrets]

Flower Girl

❛ pairing | ragnarssons x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ request |  Reader being the ragnarsons 'little flower' they all share affection for. (not jealous of eachother but a little possessive). And she's very cuddly, cute and innocent but witty and smart. The boys lust after her and love flirting with her to get her flustered, Please? I love your writing and I'm sorry if this is long and you don't have to write this its cool. I understand writers can be busy. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The basket on your arm bulges with gathered herbs. You ran your fingers over the lines of the garden where precious opium poppy grew. Your thumb cherished the soft petals as you thanked line after line of flowers for their work. “Thank you for your contribution, little plant. A lot of sick people will be happy now.”

The precious henbane grew like a weed around the settlement, and while you had need of it, it was not yours to take quite yet. Its own time would soon come. You stop at the pressure of something snaking tight around your ankle. Initially you think it might be a weed, but as it tugs and you softly shriek, you realize it isn’t a weed at all.

“Oh, Ivar!”

It’s just the snake of a boy who always sought you when you were here. Past the leaves that shield his long body, Ivar laughs full-heartedly at you. “I’ve caught you, little flower. You should be more careful. What if I were a lindworm? They enjoy beautiful things, you know.”

“Then I would be in great fear,” you say, hand to your chest. “More than I just was. Lindworms are greedy things.”

Ivar pulls himself upright, slapping his gloves together to rid them of mud. He mutters something soft, genuinely sweet under his breath. “So am I.”

“Don’t scare her, Ivar.” comes another voice. When you turn, you find that the eldest of the Aslaugssons came with Ivar too. “Lindworms are nothing to be afraid of. They’re easily slain.”

“You think you could slay one?”

“Shut up.”

“Ubbe,” you softly chide. “Were you watching me, too?”

“Maybe a little.” He stands with his arms crossed looking at you so intently that your cheeks warm at the thought. You came out to gather herbs early. Not early enough to evade the brothers.

“So then where are the others?”

“Coming. Hvitserk was not done eating.”

There is a surprise.

“Not Bjorn I hope? He… is…” you leave off, realizing you have already spoken too much. Having said too much already, you say a little more. “Forward.”

“By forward you mean annoying,” Ivar corrects.

Certainly he could be, pinning you up by your hips like that. Bjorn stole your first kiss. For it, you gave him a hell of a slap. Ubbe’s head bobs as if he’s agreeing to that much. You bend down beside Ivar, breaking free a plant to place in your basket. He works his jaw in question for what that was for. You lean into him, kissing the top of his sweaty, fuzzy head.

“Then I’ll need this after all.”

Drugging their brother was one way to go about it. Perhaps you weren’t as innocent as you looked. But maybe they liked that too.

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[lisinfleur]

Ragnarssons In: Dangling

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Björn

She can only feel his heavy and strong arm around her waist, lifting her up from the chairs and putting her down to the ground before taking the cloth she was using to clean the shelves from her hand.

"Did you go mad? I give you two minutes alone and you fucking try to kill yourself?"

Ubbe

All his tranquility with the idea he was able to skip the cleaning day go down to the ground when he sees her risking herself like this. Comes closer slowly, speaking loud enough to avoid scaring her or causing an accident.

"Babe... Are you trying to turn me single? You fall from this shit and I'll have to ask Ivar to borrow me his wheelchair! Come down from this shit, please?"

Hvitserk

Stops in front of her nearly stupefied by what she's doing, but the anger and concern are clear on the wrinkles of his forehead...

"What in the actual fuck are you gods' damn doing over this fucking unstable murderous thing you built here? Come down this shit right now!"

Sigurd

It takes a moment from him to notice what she's exactly doing, but as soon as he assimilates what she built under her feet, he let go of the bags he was bringing into the house and runs to hold her by her waist as if she was made of crystal and was about to fall...

"Mighty Thor and Wise Odin, what are you doing, love? You gonna fall from this stuff, for the lords' sake! Come down from this! Fuck... my heart... You gonna end up killing me this way!"

Ivar

Comes closer, looking at what she's doing with his best angry expression. His tone is annoyed and the irony in his voice can tell her he's REALLY pissed off...

"So this is how you try to kill yourself when I'm not around to prevent you from doing stupid things, is that it? Come fucking down from this shit, please? Next time you want to clean this damn house, we'll fucking pay someone to do it. No more risking your life for damn clean shelves, was I clear?"

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Uncovered Desires

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

A Practice Makes Perfect Fic - This can be read as a stand alone fic or part of the series!

Rating: Explicit- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Canon level misogyny, discussions of sex, and explicit sex

Synopsis: You’re too nervous to admit you desire your husband, but he’s determined to pull a confession out of you.

Author’s Note: Still yearning about being Aemond’s pretty little wife… more parts in this series to come!! I hope y’all like it!!

Aemond Masterlist

You were still relatively new to court, and thus were not quite used to the scheming and underhanded way of speaking that so bewildered you.

Aemond once told you that you were too sweet for your own good, but that he liked you that way.

You had only been in King’s Landing for the month of your betrothal to the prince and the month and a half since your wedding.

So when the ladies of the court gossiped and spoke honeyed yet poisoned words, you did your best to remain kind but knew you shouldn’t trust any of them.

But being the seven kingdom’s newest princess meant you were nearly constantly surrounded by social climbers that hoped to get on your good side.

It was another such lunch in the gardens in which they all surrounded you and discussed the court’s latest scandals.

You mostly kept quiet as you ate and listened.

You wondered what Aemond was currently busy with. Perhaps he was training, a thrill ran through you as you thought of watching him master a sword. You imagined him all worked up and sweaty and immediately decided to plan your exit and find your husband.

“And I heard back from my husband, he is going to return next week,” Lady Lannister said.

“Oh you must be thrilled,” you said kindly and she gave you a confused and rather judging look.

“Not particularly. He is sure to have needs when he returns. As infrequent as it is, I always loathe performing that particular wifely duty,” she said and all the other women made sounds of sympathy and agreement.

You found yourself feeling rather confused. Infrequent? Why would she loathe it?

“Princess, why are you confused?” one of the ladies asked, at least her tone was kind.

It appeared you still had not mastered the skill of controlling your facial expressions.

“It is infrequent that your husband lies with you?” you asked carefully.

“Yes, he is frequently either away or busy. Even when he is here it is not often. We already have children anyway,” she said dismissively.

You began to feel worried. Would Aemond lose interest in you when you bore him children? Was it not normal how often your husband lied with you? Was it not normal for you to enjoy it so much?

“Oh, I see,” you said.

The women shared looks with one another before one of them spoke up.

“How often does the prince expect you to perform your wifely duty?”

“Um. It has been every night since we were wed,” you said bashfully as you looked away.

The women gasped and then made sympathetic noises, this time directed at you.

“Oh my dear, I’m so sorry,” Lady Lannister said and you looked at her in bewilderment.

“Why?”

“That must be awful for you to endure,” she said as she grabbed your hand and squeezed your hand as if you had been through a horribly tragedy.

“Oh. N-no not really. I rather enjoy it,” you stammered out as you looked down and pulled your hand from hers.

Dead silence made your heart pound.

You looked up and all the women were staring at you with varying degrees of shock and disgust.

“I shall take my leave now. Thank you for the lunch, ladies,” you said as you stood.

Tears stung your eyes at the judgment that came from the women before you.

They all stood with you and curtsied before you turned and left.

Before you were out of earshot, however, you heard them break out into laughter at your expense and you knew you would be the topic of gossip for a long while.

The tears began to fall and you hurried away to find a place to be alone.

Unfortunately as you turned and exited the gardens and entered the Red Keep, you nearly ran into your mother-in-law.

“Hello, my dear,” she said to you and as you lifted your head and met her gaze her smile turned into a look of concern.

“What is wrong?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you said as you quickly wiped away your tears.

“Nonsense,” Alicent said. “Come with me.”

She took your hand and led you to her quarters where she had you sit and placed a cup of tea in your hands despite your protests that you were fine.

Her motherly kindness and concern warmed your heart.

“Tell me, what has happened?”

“It is a delicate matter I suppose,” you said after you took a deep breath.

You felt awkward talking with your husband’s mother about your sexual encounters with him.

“Is it about Aemond?” she asked.

You placed the tea on the table next to your chair.

“Sort of. I- I still struggle with getting along with the ladies of the court and it seems I shared too much with them about my marriage,” you said shamefully as you picked at your sleeve.

“And now you fear they gossip about you?” she asked understandingly.

“And make fun of me,” you said quietly.

“What do you think they make jest of you about?” she asked.

A few more tears fell from your eyes and you wiped them away.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

“Does it make me a whore that I enjoy relations with my husband?” you blurted out.

She looked at you in shock before she smiled and took your hands in hers.

“What were you taught of sex?” she asked gently.

“The general mechanics of it,” you said and you felt your face burn with embarrassment.

“And I was told it was something to be endured for the man’s satisfaction and to bear his children.”

“And now?”

“It….it is not what I expected. Aemond is so gentle and kind with me. I find joy in it rather than just enduring it,” you mumbled and you felt you could explode into flames from embarrassment.

“That is a good thing,” she said, her voice gentle and reassuring as she squeezed your hands.

“Not everyone understands what that is like, but it is wonderful that you get to experience that with your husband.”

You nodded and felt instantly better due to her words.

“Do not fret over the gossip of snakes, you are a part of the family of dragons now,” she said.

“Yes, my queen.”

“You should discuss this with Aemond as well,” she suggested gently.

“Okay.”

“Do you know why I chose you for him?”

“The bond of our houses-“

“Yes, yes, all of that,” she said dismissively as she waved her hand.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you waited for her to continue.

“Aemond has endured much in his life already. He deserves kindness.”

You nodded in agreement.

“You are very gentle, I have observed you being kind to everyone around you, and especially to my son. And I knew you were taken with him when you first met him. I overheard you in the gardens one day as you told your mother of how handsome you found him,” she said with a soft smile.

You glanced down in embarrassment.

“And you were not intimidated by him, as so many are. I knew you would be a good match when he also showed interest in you right away, which happened so infrequently.”

You smiled at that.

“Are you happy, dear?” she asked.

“Yes, my queen. Quite happy. More than I ever thought possible. You raised a wonderful man, he is so respectful and attentive.”

She smiled at you.

“I do believe Aemond feels the same happiness. I spoke to him recently, about a different topic of course, but he mentioned you. Do you know what he called you?”

You pressed your lips together. Your husband often called you many loving names when you were alone with him.

You shook your head.

“My sweet little wife, he said, as if he were just saying ‘my wife’. As if he said the phrase so often it came naturally.”

You hid your soft giggle behind your hand.

“He called me that in front of you?”

She smirked. “Yes he did, and he seemed rather embarrassed about it. Does he call you that often?”

You nodded.

“I am glad he thinks you sweet. I do as well.”

“Thank you, my queen. I have felt very welcomed by you and your family,” you said, your heart full enough to burst.

That night, when your husband came, you let embarrassment stop you from taking your mother in law’s advice and discussing what happened with him.

As he kissed you, you found that all thoughts of words fell out of your pretty little head and the only word that remained was his name as it fell from your lips over and over.

Several nights later, Aemond dined with you for dinner, though it was a late one due to his busy schedule as he assisted his brother in running the seven kingdoms.

He seemed exhausted from the day’s endeavors, but happily listened to you as you told him about your day.

After he finished his meal he stood and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I shall retire for the night now, little wife,” he murmured.

As he strode to the door instead of your bed you blurted out, “What?”

He looked back at you, his eyebrow raised.

“W-will you not sleep here?” you asked nervously.

Your husband’s room had gone unused since your wedding as he had spent every night with you.

“Is that what you would like?” he asked.

You fidgeted with your skirt.

“Y-yes. I have grown accustomed to sleeping with you and fear I would not be able to fall asleep without your presence,” you admitted.

The soft smirk on his lips showed that he was pleased with your answer and you breathed out a soft sigh of relief.

He walked over to his side of the bed in long strides and began to remove his outer clothes.

“Would you like help?” you offered as you stood but he shook his head.

Often as you helped undress one another is when Aemond would initiate intimate relations with you.

“That is quite alright,” he said.

You swallowed nervously as you nodded.

You could not determine his mood at that moment, nor what had changed, and it made you feel unsettled.

You walked to your side of the bed and removed your robe, which left you only in your nightgown and sat down as you watched him.

Your body rushed with desire and heat as more of his skin was exposed to you.

He laid down in the bed and you did the same.

He did not take you in his arms as he normally did, instead he laid on his back and you stared at his beautiful profile.

“Goodnight,” he said softly as his eye fluttered closed.

“Aemond?”

“Hm?”

“Have I upset you in some way?” you asked, your voice small.

He opened his eye and turned his head to look at you.

“Of course not,” he reassured.

You reached for his hand and brushed your fingers against his skin.

“D-do you not want to…”

“Hm?”

Your face heated with embarrassment and you found yourself fidgeting once again.

There was something mischievous in the gleam of his eye, like he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say it.

Another game of his, you surmised, he did love to see you squirm.

“Do you… do you not desire me tonight, dear husband?”

You anxiously waited for his response and hoped that the quirk of his lips meant he would pull you into his arms.

“What do you desire tonight, sweet wife?”

“What?”

He leaned up on his arm and moved closer to you so his body was close enough that you could feel his heat but not close enough to touch you.

“Tell me of your desires,” he said and his breath tickled your face.

No one had ever asked you about your desires, perhaps that was why you felt like it was wrong to have them.

“I…”

“Yes?” he prompted you to speak.

You stared into his eye and at the care and affection you saw there, you took a deep breath and pushed yourself to be honest.

“I desire you,” you said nervously.

He smirked in satisfaction.

“And what is it that you want of me?”

His lips were close enough to yours that you could almost feel them, but not quite. It was enough to make you feel desperate for him.

“Kiss me, please,” you said breathily.

His lips were on yours instantly as he kissed you with a hunger that took your breath away.

You moaned at the taste of him as his tongue slipped against yours.

He pulled back abruptly and you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“Tell me what you desire now, my pretty little wife,” he ordered.

“Take me,” you pleaded.

He grinned devilishly.

“I will,” he promised and kissed you once more.

“But you will tell me exactly what you wish me to do,” he purred as he trailed his lips across your cheek, down to your jaw, and finally to the side of your neck.

Your breath caught once again.

“I would like you to touch me,” you said.

He nipped at your neck and his hand released its grip on your waist and trailed sensually down your body.

He found the hem of your nightgown and rucked it up.

“Would you like me to remove this completely, princess?” he asked as he kissed you and slipped his tongue against yours.

“Yes,” you practically pleaded.

He smiled and did as you bid.

As he moved to embrace you and kiss you once more you held a hand to his chest.

He looked at you in surprise.

“I wish for you to remove your clothing as well,” you said, finally finding your voice with his gentle encouragement and obedience to your wishes.

His smile of approval filled you with an ache to continue to please him.

His eye trailed your naked chest as he quickly bared himself before you.

You bit your lip as more of his skin was shown to you.

You pulled off his eyepatch and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right at the bottom of the scar below his sapphire eye.

His breath hitched.

You trailed your fingers across his collar bone, then his chiseled chest, before you made your way down his toned torso.

You loved his lithe yet muscular body.

He gripped your wrist before you could wrap your hand around his hardened length like you so wanted to.

“This is about you, little love, tell me how you would like me to please you,” he ordered.

He had never before called you little love and you forgot how to breathe for a moment as the term of affection washed over you.

“Your fingers,” you finally breathed out.

He pounced and enraptured your mouth in a desperate kiss as he spread your legs and his long fingers began to tease and explore.

His lips moved down to your chest and he licked and sucked at your breasts which caused you to you moan wantonly.

It was one of the most erotic sights you had ever seen.

“Please,” you pleaded as you could not take the teasing any longer.

Finally he brushed his finger against your clit to hear your high pitched, “Oh!”.

He looked up at you and smiled crookedly before he dipped two fingers inside of you and pumped them slowly in and out of your drenched heat.

You gasped and squirmed.

He then spread your wetness as he again found your clit and began to trace tight circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Oh gods, Aemond,” you groaned.

“You look perfect like this,” he said against your skin as he began his ministrations on your breasts again.

It was so much stimulation at once, you feared it would be too much, but you soon felt your release begin to build.

“Come for me, my perfect little wife,” he moaned and you nearly squealed in ecstasy as your pleasure crescendoed and reached its peak.

You gasped his name as you came.

Before you could begin to catch your breath, his lips were on yours and his tongue pillaged your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth as he quickly shifted both your bodies and buried himself deep inside you.

There was no better feeling than your husband’s cock as he made you feel fuller than you had ever felt in your life.

“Wait,” you pulled back slightly.

He raised his eyebrow at you in question, so lost in the feeling of being inside you he forgot that you were supposed to tell him what you wanted him to do.

“Before, when you put my feet atop your shoulders, it felt so good,” you said, not certain why you suddenly felt so shy again when your husband was thrusting in and out of you.

“Yes,” he agreed quickly as he pulled out of you, grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders before practically folding you in half as he plunged his cock inside you once more.

You moaned loudly at how deep he felt inside you.

“You feel so big,” you gasped.

He groaned as he moved in and out of you at a quick and hard tempo.

“That is because you are so perfectly fucking small and tight,” he gasped.

He repeatedly hit the spot inside you that made you forget words and you were unable to do anything but moan at his silver tongue as you felt yourself gush with wetness once again.

His breathing changed and you could sense that he was near his peak.

You tangled your fingers at his hair at the base of his head and pulled him down to press your lips to his in a hot and desperate open mouthed kiss as you consumed his sounds of pleasure.

With one finally thrust, he pushed his length deep inside you and spilled himself within you.

You both moaned in tandem before he slowed and finally stilled.

As you both caught your breath he began to press gentle kisses to every part of your face he could reach until you were giggling.

With a final groan he pulled out of you and turned you over so he could slot himself behind you and curl his body around yours.

You were both too hot and sweaty to bother with finding the blankets, but couldn’t resist the urge to feel one another’s skin.

“You are even more desirable when you find your voice, my sweet little wife. I want you to tell me always of your desires,” he murmured as he ran his hand up and down your hip.

“I always desire you, dear husband,” you whispered.

His hand tightened upon your flesh.

“Words like that will make me take you again, little love,” he said.

“You would find no objection from me,” you said breathily.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know you needn't be so nervous about expressing your desires to me,” he murmured.

You swallowed.

“Yes, I am learning that. It is just difficult for me. I am naturally bashful about such things,” you said.

“Mmm yes, that is what my mother said when she shared with me about an interesting conversation she had with you.”

Shit. You really should’ve told him.

“Oh, umm…”

“That is why I decided to pull your desires out of you if you did not wish to tell me yourself,” he said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You huffed.

“I should have spoken to you about it, but I was embarrassed.”

“You do not need to be,” he said reassuringly as his hand continued to stroke your skin.

“Marriage is not what I expected,” you said quietly.

“Oh?”

“My parents care for me, but I still knew the chances of being married off to a stuffy old lord who cared little for me besides the ability to bear his children.”

“Hm,” he hummed in discontent with the thought.

“A-and I was taught that sex was to be endured for the husband’s pleasure and to give him heirs.”

He huffed in frustration.

“I did not expect to be married to a handsome prince I feel attracted to. I did not expect my husband to be so kind and caring towards me. I did not expect sex to be a pleasure rather than something to endure,” you said softly.

He held you tighter and ran his sharp nose across your hair as he breathed in deep.

“I am very grateful for you, dear husband,” you said and he pressed a kiss to your head.

“And I-I am extremely fond of you,” you admitted nervously and he turned your body around to face him.

There was raw emotion in his eye as he stared at you.

“I too expected duty to be the primary factor in any marriage for me,” he said.

You nodded as you bit your lip.

“But you, little wife, are the joy of my life and I find I cannot help but love you,” he said gently.

Tears filled your eyes as you smiled.

“Oh, Aemond, I love you too,” you said and he kissed you once again.

And the two of you together discovered the joy and pleasure of making love as he took you once more that evening, both your hearts full and words of love on your lips.

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“I own you.”

Dark! Bjorn x Reader

A/N: again, Bjorn ain’t my main man, so sorry if this is not that good, but I didn’t think it was too bad. Gif: historyvikings | enjoy! (And Idk if you would call this ‘dark’ but oh well)

Requested by: @mslothbrok

20. I own you

“You cannot believe him?”

“Well don’t you?” Bjorn yells to you, drunk and annoyed by his and Hvitserk’s own banter back and forth.

“To me, it does not matter,” you bringing the cup to your lips, “but,” pausing to pull it down for a second, “I wouldn’t deny Hvitserk, that he did invented the game.” The game, a game they played as children, you could remember them running, tagging each other and bringing different rocks with them, symboling the amount of times they had been tagged. Whoever had the most rocks in the end, lost.

“Thank you!” He reached over the table, tapping you lightly, “she knows what she is talking about!”

You giggled a little as Bjorn stared at you, “my love, it wasn’t Hvitserk, it was Sigurd. . . I remember.”

Hvitserk booed, but you shook your head, leaning forward to give him a scratch on his chin, “no, because while they played this game, you were too busy living on your own. . . You weren’t there.”

Hvitserk jumped up, “ha! See! Told ya!” He was so energetic, walking towards you to give you a hard high five, “thank you Y/N!” He pointed to you as he slowly left, “she-she knows what she’s taking about!” You almost laughed when his left foot stumbled against the door, making him fall midway to the floor.

“Be careful hun,” you called, he only nodded his head, but you turned back to see Bjorn staring at you again, you laughed, “what?”

He squinted a little, but spoke again, “I-you went against me.”

Your head fell back in a laugh, “I went against you?!”

He nodded his head, “Yes. . . In front of my brother.”

He stepped up and walked two steps so he was standing above you. You were still deep in your seat, but your raised your brow, “and what does that mean?” You asked, sitting up to stare at him through your lashes.

His hand caressed you check lightly, “you were my mother’s slave,” it found its way to the back of your hair, gripping your long locks hard, “therefore, I own you.”

You let out a laugh, “I didn’t know princes liked fucking slaves then?”

He smiled a little, remembering all the things you had done together before. Lifting you up by your hair, causing you to whimper, he let his lips touch your ear, “did you not hear me? I own you.”

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Imagine:

You and Valter have been dating for some months now. Even though you never pressured him, he knows he has to bring you to meet his family soon, since his siblings know you exist and never stop bugging him about meeting you. So he finally asks you if you want to go to the Skarsgård household for dinner, and you excitedly agree. All the way to his father's house you can see he's nervous, and so are you, but once you get there, everyone welcomes you with open arms. Stellan steals you from Valter and takes you to the kitchen so you get a taste of what he's cooking, leaving Valter alone for his brothers to pick on him. Alexander messes with him and Bill soon realizes how nervous their baby brother is, they all understanding that means you mean a lot to him. And from that day, they all treat you as a member of the family.

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