#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

[rphunter]

Hi 32Y fem looking for a long rp partner to do demon slayer with me. I am semi lit, write in the third person and paragraphs format. I mainly use discord and do doubles with OCXCC pairing.

I’ll look forward to speaking with you guys🙏🏽

Add me on discord:.mslothbrok

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[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. 

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“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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+ back to masterlist

⋆ likes and reblogs are always super appreciated ⋆

[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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Ragnarssons In: Dangling

Author’s Notes | I almost had a heart attack when you told me you use this stuff. My catastrophic brain was able to found 984 different manners to be crippled falling from this stuff! Might Thor... Children, don't try this at home hahaha Info | Modern AU, requested by @moonlightsspirit ⁑ Warnings: Cursing

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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hmmmm what about aemond’s new little wife doesn’t know how to tell him she’s feeling horny so she’s irritated the whole day and he at first thinks he’s done something to upset her but he takes in her flushed face as she’s squirming in her chair at dinner and he’s all like “hmm, i haven’t been doing my duty as a husband, have I?”

Effective Communication

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

Prequel to Practice Makes Perfect (but can be read without reading that first!)

Rating: E- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Making out, discussions of sex, heavy making out, allusions to sex

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: You've missed your husband's attention and can't quite get up the courage to tell him.

Author’s note: THIS IS A GOD TIER LEVEL PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This sparked so many ideas and so I'm working on I think three other prequels to Practice Makes Perfect to go along with this one!! Thank you so much!!

Aemond Masterlist

It’s been five days. Five days since you’ve had the opportunity to spend any alone time with your husband. 

He was constantly busy with his attendance to his brother the king and the realm’s newest crisis. 

You stayed up each night and waited for him, but he would come back so late that sleep would have you in its grasp by the time he slid into the bed beside you. 

You told him he could wake you up, if he wished, but he reassured you that he didn’t want to bother you and you should get your full night’s sleep even if he couldn’t. He clearly didn’t get your underlying message that you would like him to wake you up, and you were still rather shy about expressing your needs. 

He was gone every morning with a quick kiss to your forehead. 

You groaned in annoyance as you fully woke to an empty bed yet again. 

You marched through the rest of your day, meetings with noble ladies, a walk through the gardens with Helaena, party planning with Alicent, all of it you tolerated rather than enjoyed as you usually do. 

You were terrible at masking your irritation and all day you dealt with questions. 

“Are you alright, Princess?” “Are you upset, dear?” “Have I done something to offend?” 

Your reputation as kind and sweet worked against you when you were obviously upset. 

You were sick of feeling such frustration and you racked your brain to determine the cause of it. You were not in the phase of your cycle that causes irritation, you weren’t hungry, and you didn’t have a headache. 

You rolled your eyes at yourself as you realized the reason. You had a deficiency in your husband’s attention. For someone still so new to sex, you had grown used to your husband joining himself with you each night in the months you’d been wed, and anything less that daily felt unbearable. 

That night was the weekly family dinner that Alicent enforced. 

When your lady’s maid dressed you for dinner you fidgeted enough that she huffed in irritation as you thought of finally seeing Aemond.  

“What is wrong, my lady?” 

“Nothing,” you muttered. 

A pageboy knocked on the door and when you gave him permission to enter he let you know that your husband would have to meet you at dinner rather than escort you due to a meeting going long. 

“Ugh. Wonderful,” you snapped back at him. 

You had hoped to at least have a moment alone with Aemond before dinner. 

He visibly blanched at your sharp tone. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Thank you for delivering the message,” you said and he nodded and left. 

You sighed and placed your head in your hands. 

“Perhaps you should talk about what is bothering you,” your lady’s maid suggested as she finished helping you get ready. 

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled. 

She looked at you like she didn’t quite believe you but didn’t want to push it and finished her task in silence. 

You made your way towards the royal dining room and with soft, not quite genuine smiles, you greeted everyone and sat down. 

Everyone was present besides Aemond and Aegon. 

Alicent chit chatted with you and Helaena, though you participated in the conversation less than the two of them. 

Finally the doors opened and you looked up eagerly. 

You sighed when it was only Aegon. 

He took the seat to the right of you, Helaena on his other side.

He greeted his wife before he turned to you. 

“Hello, sister,” he said and you glared at him. 

“How is it that you made it here before Aemond?” you asked bluntly. 

He laughed in surprise at your surly mood and then the doors opened once again. 

You sighed in relief this time as your gorgeous husband strode in. 

He smirked at the awed expression on your face as your breath was taken away by his handsomeness. 

He crossed the room in quick strides and soon took his seat next to you. 

“Hello, little wife,” he purred as he pressed his lips to your cheek. 

It took all your self control not to throw yourself in his lap and press your lips to his. 

“Hello, dear husband,” you breathed out as you were lost in his gaze. 

Alicent called everyone’s attention and said a prayer before the food was brought in. 

Honestly, Aemond was not ever very physically affectionate in front of other people, so you weren’t sure why you expected it, but you grew more upset that he made no efforts to touch you when he sat so close. 

He spoke to you softly a few times but you mostly gave him short answers or ‘mhm’d’ in agreement with his words. 

It was unfair how good he looked. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair. You wanted to yank his lips down to yours. You wanted to bite his neck and hear the way it always made him groan. 

You were already practically dripping with need. 

When Aegon made another unseemly joke you couldn’t hold yourself back as you scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

Aegon looked at you in surprise at your obvious attitude and then made eye contact with Aemond, and looked at him like you were crazy, which only made you more angry. 

You opened your mouth, to say something you would most likely regret but Aemond laid his arm across the back of your seat and you turned towards him. 

He leaned in to whisper in your ear and you tensed at his proximity. 

It is true that Aegon was often irritating, but it was not common for you to be so vocal about your annoyance. 

“Where is my sweet wife?” Aemond asked and his breath tickled your ear and caused a shiver to run down your spine. 

“I-“ 

“Tell me what is wrong,” he commanded, though his voice was still soft. 

You felt a wave of desire to please him flow through you. 

You turned your head and your eyes met his. Though your gaze flickered to his lips as he wet them with his tongue. 

His eye widened slightly with realization. 

He smirked as he looked you up and down and took in your flustered state. 

“Are you irritated because of me?” he surmised. 

You squirmed in your seat and bit your lip as you looked at him. 

“I have neglected my husbandly duties as of late, haven’t I?” he purred with a smirk. 

You nodded as you watched him wide eyed. 

His smile was mischievous and triumphant as he pinned you to the spot with his gaze. 

He turned away from you. 

“Mother, my wife is not feeling well. We shall have to take our leave early,” he said. 

You breathed out a sigh of relief. 

She expressed concern but he brushed her off as he took your hand and led you to stand. 

You said quick goodbyes and he let you out of the hall with a hand on your waist. 

He led you towards your shared rooms, but abruptly pulled you into a dark hallway. 

“Aemond!” you squeaked in surprise. 

“Quiet,” he growled and his lips were on yours. 

He devoured you. 

Passionately and fervently his lips moved against yours as he gripped you tightly. 

It seemed you were not the only desperate one after such an extended period of not feeling one another’s touch. 

His mouth opened slightly and as you followed his lead, his tongue brushed against yours. 

You moaned. 

He pulled back from you with a hand softly placed on your jaw and throat. 

“You do not wish for others to hear us, do you little wife?” he whispered. 

You shook your head as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

His lips curved into a smirk once more and you yearned to press your lips to his again. 

“Are you so desperate for me that you would let me take you right here where anyone could walk past?” 

You whimpered in embarrassment and desire. You slipped your hands beneath his coat and wiggled underneath leather and buckles until at last you could feel his warm skin. 

He tilted your chin up with a finger and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You shivered in desire. 

“I want to hear you say it,” he murmured against your skin. 

“Yes, husband, I- I want you now,” you gasped. 

His teeth grazed your skin and your gasp turned into a moan when he bit down. 

“Well this is an unexpected sight,” a loud voice interrupted the two of you. 

You squealed in embarrassment and Aemond helped you hide yourself behind his body as he turned and glared at his brother. 

Aegon laughed in amusement. 

“I thought you were feeling ill,” he teased as he leaned to the side to see around Aemond’s body and make eye contact with you. 

Your face was hot with embarrassment and shame. 

“Leave her alone, Aegon. She does not need your teasing,” your husband ordered. 

“Yes, I can see she has her hands full with you,” Aegon mused. 

“Oh gods,” you groaned in mortification and he laughed once again. 

“We are leaving,” Aemond huffed as he reached behind himself and grabbed your hand. He shoved his shoulder roughly against Aegon’s as he walked past him. 

You avoided Aegon’s cocky and all too amused gaze. 

“Goodnight!” he called out as the two of you walked away. 

Once you finally reached your chambers and the door was safely shut behind you, you covered your face with your hands. 

“That might be the worst thing that has ever happened to me,” you groaned. 

Aemond chuckled, “Then you have led a very fortunate life, my love.” 

You huffed.

“Aemond,” you protested and he chuckled once more. 

He gently tugged your hands from your face and peered at you with love and amusement. 

“It is alright, little wife. It was only Aegon, but I know how shy you are about such things. I will talk to him and threaten his life if he ever dares to speak of it to anyone, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded. 

“Good,” he said and pressed his lips to your once again. 

Your desires were quickly ignited once again as a wave of his fire and passion came over you. 

And finally, after five excruciating days, your husband fulfilled every desire you had for him.

[gardenflowerswriting]

“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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