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Reading fanfiction isn't enough anymore I need to crawl into my TV and fuck him

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

I couldn’t fix him, but I could fuck him, and that could fix me, and that’s more important.

"i'm team black" "i'm team green"

well i am neither because i choose my teams with my pussy and not my moral compass

The Orchid Mantis

Helaena Targaryen x Reader 

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Fluff.

The heat in King’s Landing was like dragon fire, scorching and all-consuming. The azure skies were clear of clouds, but shadows were cast beneath the mighty forms of Vhagar and Sunfyre. Sweat lined the brows of the poor and rich alike, yet the Princess Helaena bathed in sunlight, its golden hues reflecting off her soft hair as spiders danced between her fingers. 

Sitting by the honey-shaded hydrangeas from Dorne, Helaena ignored the people around her: her ladies-in-waiting whispering about her odd fascination with unusual creatures, the lords gossiping about court and the clanging of swords from the training yards ringing in the distance. However, the echoing of a firm, familiar footstep awoke the girl from her daze. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t the prettiest flower in all of Westeros,” the voice called.

The princess spun quickly, her glazed eyes gaining focus as a bright smile graced her face. “Y/N,” she whispered, heart thumping rapidly in her chest, “You’ve come back.” 

Chuckling, Y/N peered down at the glowing girl, a grin on their face and a wooden cage in their hand. “Of course I came back, I have you waiting for me here,” Y/N hummed. Peering around the gardens, Y/N nodded to the distant ladies-in-waiting, who blushed and giggled. 

Helaena felt her stomach shudder and clench seeing the women’s reactions. As Y/N looked back towards their dear friend, they were concerned by her saddened eyes and shaking hands, which accidently released the spider into the gardens. Following Helaena’s eye line, and realising the issue, Y/N declared, “my ladies, you may depart. The princess is safe and supported under my attentive care.” Their voice left no room for question, causing the women to bow and hastily desert their post, casting confused glances over their shoulders as they did. 

Spinning back towards the princess, Y/N declared, “I brought a gift,” smirking as they sat down next to the jittery girl, sitting the box down beside them. 

Helaena’s dusky lilac eyes gleamed wide as she blinked. Sitting on the cool stone of the royal gardens, Y/N ensured they kept their distance, despite the urge to gently hold Helaena’s hands. “You, you brought me… a gift?” Helaena struggled to comprehend the notion, roughly rubbing her hands together with furrowed brows. 

Sighing softly, Y/N stretched a hand out slowly. Helaena went still, her shining eyes following their movements. Pausing, Y/N glanced towards her face. The Targaryen gazed at their frozen limb, her head cocked to the side with eyes fluttering rapidly. “May I touch you, my Princess?” 

Helaena choked on a gasp. Peering into Y/N’s eyes, her own gleaming with tears, Helaena nodded swiftly. Y/N did not move for several moments, giving the princess time to change her mind should the interaction be overwhelming, but, when Helaena did not speak, Y/N Slowly and steadily placed a hand on her knee. 

The rider of Dreamfyre inhaled a shuddering sigh, her whole body tingling as she practically vibrated on the spot. “Is this okay, Helaena?” Y/N questioned, peering at the younger woman to gauge their emotions. 

Nodding rapidly, Helaena stuttered, “Wonderful.” Quickly, as to not lose confidence, Helaena placed her hand atop of Y/N’s. Now Y/N stilled, their mind blank as they attempted to consider the implications of her movement. Y/N had waited years to hold Helaena’s hand, desperate to do so, but understood that Helaena preferred emotional affection to that of physical. Thus, Y/N smiled at the princess and softly stroked their thumb across Helaena’s pale hand.

“Do you want your gift?” Y/N dreaded releasing Helaena’s hand, but she knew that the gift would be well appreciated. 

Helaena bristled and nodded hurriedly, yet a rosy blush overtook her cheeks at her own enthusiasm.

Y/N moved to released Helaena’s hand, yet the other woman clamped down onto it. Eying the princess, Y/N chuckled as Helaena held out her unoccupied hand with confidence. Placing the wooden cage in her hand, Y/N watched with bated breath as Helaena carefully opened the box, sliding the mechanism to the side. 

Helaena dropped Y/N’s hand in shock, her hands covering her dropped jaw as she stared into the box. Tenderly reaching one hand into the cage, Helaena pulled out a carnation coloured insect, its four legs slowly twitching around her hand, making no move to flee, as if it recognised the princess as a friend. 

“It’s an Orchid Mantis,” Y/N explained, watching as the pale pink insect crawled about her friend’s palms. “I once heard you muttering about wanting one, but the Queen wasn’t prepared to send an envoy to Highgarden to claim one,” Y/N shrugged. “So, I brought one back for you.” 

Helaena did not speak a word, her eyes following the beautiful insect as it moved across her hands, leaving the feeling of kisses. Her mind was a whirlwind. Becoming concerned by the silence, Y/N spoke up, “It reminded me of a dress you once more when we were children.” Helaena still provided no reaction. “Helaena?” Y/N muttered, chewing on their lip. “I want you, you to have this,” Helaena stutters, her trembling hands holding the delicate insect out to Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes widened, gently shaking their head. “Helaena, you have been wanting this specimen for years, I couldn’t possibly. It was a gift,” Y/N clarified, their hands pushing Helaena’s outstretched one's back towards her, a soft smile on their face causing Helaena to chirp. 

“Then, I must give you a gift,” Helaena declared, placing the Orchid Mantis back in the box. 

Shaking their head, Y/N tried to soothe Helaena. “It does not have to be an exchange, Princess. I am giving you this because I care about you, deeply,” Y/N announced, their heart jumping as they spoke the words aloud. 

Meeting Y/N’s eyes, Helaena steeled her courage. “As I care about you,” She confirmed, her fluttering hands encompassing Y/N’s. “Thus, I must gift you something.”

“Helaena…” Before Y/N could continue, Helaena hurriedly reached across the gap between them and planted her lips on Y/N’s. Her lips were soft, like Y/N always assumed they were. Helaena grew in ferocity as Y/N moved their lips against hers. It was not a perfect movement by any means, too much teeth and out-of-sync, yet it was absolutely magical to them. Y/N’s hands entwined with Helaena’s hair as the princess grasped Y/N’s warm cheeks as they poured years of repressed longing into their first kiss. 

Pulling away with a deep breath, Y/N gazed into Helaena’s eyes. “I’ve waited years to do that,” they mumbled, resting their forehead against hers. 

“Well, I hope you do not wait years to do it again,” Helaena stammered, her hands tightening on Y/N’s face. 

Y/N shook their head, laughing to themselves, “I will do it every day for the rest of my life,” and their lips were joined once again.

You’re Permanent

Eddie Munson x ofc 

Word Count: 1118

Warnings: mature language and fluff. 

The summer sun was steaming like a frying pan, cooking everybody inside out, leaving the locals to flock to Hawkins Community Pool for relief. It was wall-to-wall with kids screaming and splashing in the water while their mothers worked on their tan, eying the young lifeguard striding around the edge of the pool.

Sunglasses-covered eyes scoured over a teen magazine, trying to figure out which '84 Hearthrob was her soulmate, praying for Kevin Bacon. And although the sun blistered her skin, Lucy could feel something else burning a hole right through her. "Get walking, Hargrove. Nothing for you here!" Lucy called, her eyes never straying from the pages.

Billy smirked as he strolled past the sunbathing girl, roaming eyes gazing at her bikini-clad figure. "Just checking, Luce." He shrugged, "Maybe one day you'll change your mind."

Scoffing, Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled to herself. The pair weren't friends, but they didn't hate each other either. Since his first day at Hawkins, the first day Lucy shot him down, their back and forth banter became a source of entertainment for the two.

Wiggling her warm toes, Lucy placed down her reading and huffed as she glanced at the large clock above the entrance.

"Looking for me," Eddie grumbled, startling Lucy. Shaking her head, Lucy ignored her boyfriend as he giggled to himself and laid kisses on her bare shoulder. "Lucy in the sky with diamonds," Eddie crooned, his wiry hair brushing against her clammy neck as he finally laid a firm kiss on her cheek.

Turning to face him, she pulled off her sunglasses and scowled at the smiling man as he lay on the sun lounge beside her, dirty white Reeboks gleaming proudly in the sun. "You're late." She stated.

Eddie reclined back in the chair, whistling a tune, arms crossed behind his head. "I got caught up doing something." He beamed at her, brown eyes glistening in the sunlight.

Raising her brows, Lucy frowned. "Caught up? You told me you had nothing planned."

Nodding as he observed the Hawkins residents around them, many scowling at the held-back high school student dressed in black and denim, Eddie thrummed his feet to an imaginary rhythm. "Something came up." He sung.

Growling, Lucy threw herself back on the recliner. "Well," she flung her hands in the air. "You won't tell me what you've done or where you've been, and your forty-five minutes late. Can we just go for a swim already? I'm boiling!" She fumed, refusing to look at her boyfriend, settling to stare at a smirking Billy Hargrove. Pulling a face, she gladly shot him the finger, which he laughed at.

"Is it from the sun..." Eddie sat up, taking off his denim vest. "Or anger?" He joked, shimmying out of his jeans and revealing black swim trunks with messy images of demons and drums scribbled on with white texter.

Forcing down a grin, Lucy eyed him. "I haven't decided yet."

Chortling, Eddie pulled up his 'Hellfire Club' shirt, exposing his pasty torso to the people of Hawkins. The Corroded Coffin member didn't get much sunlight between playing D&D, practicing the guitar, and sneaking into Lucy's bedroom, so he was practically glowing.

However, Lucy didn't mind. Her eyes appraised his figure, licking her lips at the sight of his snail trail and many little tattoos that her tongue had traced more than once, her anger slowly fading away. But, she paused... because staring back at her was her own name, black and slightly inflamed.

"Ed-Eddie..." she stuttered, rubbing her eyes and blinking rapidly. "Wh-what is that?" Her shaking hand pointed at the ink, right above his heart.

Eddie cocked his head, glancing at the spot before a beaming grin decorated his face. "My new tattoo." He cheered, puffing out his chest.

"TATTOO?!" She yelled, quickly slamming her hands over her mouth as people turned to stare, including Billy from the Lifeguards Chair. Looking around, Lucy grabbed Eddie by his hair and pulled him close, ignoring his whining. "What do you mean 'tattoo'?" She growled.

"Well," he moaned, his head kinked awkwardly, straining his neck. "While there is no formal definition, a tattoo is typically part of individual self-expression that often tells you something about the person."

Grumbling, Lucy let go of his hair and hunched forward, head between her hands. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." Her voice was muffled, but Eddie could hear her confusion.

Eddie huffed and puffed, twisting his neck with a satisfying crack. Looking over his cocooned girlfriend, he sighed and sat beside her, their bodies brushing as he draped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm Eddie 'the freak' Munson." He whispered, his lips tickling her ear. "The screw-up of Hawinks High, who couldn't pay to graduate even if he had the cash." He scoffed lowly, intensely staring into the shining water.

"You're not a screw-up." She muttered, burying her head into his chest.

Squeezing her tighter, Eddie chucked. "I am, and everyone knows it." Looking down at Lucy, he felt his heartbeat hum in his ears. "But, you make me better. Everything about you makes me want to be the best man I can be." He admitted, placing a kiss on her ear. "You are part of me, someone I want to keep by my side forever... and now, everywhere I go, and every time we're apart, I can think of the girl who changed my world."

Sniffling, Lucy looked up with wide, shining eyes. "You really think that about me?" She stammered, holding onto Eddie's ring-covered hand, twirling the massive steel skull.

Bobbing his head up and down, Eddie grasped onto her face, stroking her wet cheeks. "Of course I do!" He gushed, lighting up as a grin appeared on her face. Leaning his forehead on hers, the pair closed their eyes. "You're it for me, Lucy. You're permanent."

Lucy grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and slammed their lips together, Eddie releasing a mewl. Warmth bloomed through their bodies, the taste of Lucy's cherry lipgloss was dizzying to Eddie, butterflies attacking his stomach.

Their heavily breathing danced together, merging into one as their tongues entwined, Eddie taking the lead and Lucy happy to follow.

His hand stroked up her bare sides, a moan escaping Lucy's parted lips. Tangling her hands into his hair, Lucy pulled them flush together, desperate to be one.

A whistle broke them from their stupor. "Keep it PG, you dorks. There are kids around," Billy chided, peeking over his sunglasses with a smirk as he did his laps around the poolside.

"Fuck off, Hargrove." Lucy smiled, gazing into Eddie's eyes, tentatively tracing the fresh ink as Eddie's soft lips met her forehead.

Told You

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2431

Warnings: mature language, explicit sexual content.

Groans and cries boomed throughout the hut, a woman begging for more as a man encouraged her to take it like a 'good girl'. The sounds from Ivar's room were pure filth, the splintering of the wooden bed accompanied by a shriek to Odin. Yet, the room's typical tenant sat outside the door, gritting his teeth with blue eyes ablaze.

Footsteps approached, the noise getting closer and closer, but the man did not shift from his twitchy state, back against the cold wall and legs spread uselessly in front of him. "Ivar Lothbrok, you dirty pervert!" Elli bellowed, appearing before the young prince, shocking him from his murderous stupor. "Listening to your brother as he makes love to his woman! Absolutely shameful!" She chided, taking a seat beside him, their shoulders brushing.

Ivar listened to the constant swearing and whining behind the door, shaking his head. "Nothing about that sounds like love," He snorted. "Besides, where am I to go? My room is clearly occupied." He tapped the closed door, but no response came.

Rolling her eyes, Elli shoved her friend's shoulder, leaning in close. "Why not find your own woman and take her to Hvitserk's room for a bit of revenge?" Elli whispered, giggling at her master plan, ignoring his blank face.

The pair had been friends since childhood, with Elli being the only juvenile to overlook Ivar's legs and persevere through his temper tantrums. Although Elli did not enjoy the activities Ivar did, war and violence, they grew to be inseparable, the girl all but adopted into the Ragnarsson family and adored by all of Kattegat. While Ivar was a scorching wildfire, prepared to obliterate everything in his path, Elli was the morning sea, gentle and welcoming.

Clapping his hands, Ivar exhaled. "Oh, my innocent Elli, your master plan is flawless." The sarcasm flowed from his tongue. Holding up one figure, he wagged it in front of her tracking eyes before tapping her cold nose, jostling her. "The problem, however, is that I cannot have a woman." He spat.

Elli's face twisted, her lips pursed and nose scrunched. "What do you m– oh…" Her face dropped. Ivar clenched his jaw, humming and averting his eyes away from her. "Surely that is not the case!" She exclaimed, grabbing Ivar's chin and forcing his downcast eyes to meet her bright ones. Pulling out of her grip, Ivar sent her a pointed glare. Elli just shrugged. "Well, were you relaxed?"

"Of course, I was." He declared, finding the filthy floor more interesting than her raised brow. Rolling his eyes, Ivar sighed. "No," he grumbled, flicking dirt off his trousers.

Elli cheered, throwing her arms in the air. "That is your problem! You need to find somebody you can be comfortable around." She tutted. "You are far too concerned about how people will perceive your legs to relax in a situation like that; fear will scare your manhood away!"

Ivar choked. "And how would you know anything about that?!" he demanded, wondering what experience his angelic friend had and how he didn't know about it.  

Elli huffed, crossing her arms. "I listen to woman talk, Ivar."

Clearing his throat, Ivar accepted her answer and moved on, yet it continued to dwell in his mind. "Where do you suggest I find someone like that? In case you have forgotten, I am not close with many people."

Elli paused, observing Ivar's dejected frame, before shrugging. "Well, why don't we just do it together?"

Suddenly, the obnoxious noises from Ivar's room faded into the background. A ringing echoed in his ears, and he could feel the blood drain from his face, his hands becoming sweaty. Licking his lips, Ivar stuttered, "Ar–are you sure? This cannot be taken back."

Elli smiled softly. "Yes, but doing it with you makes sense. I want this to happen." She stated plainly, ignoring the rapid blinking of the Ragnarsson beside her. Standing up, Elli brushed off the dust from her dress and began to walk away. Realising the cripple had not started to follow her, she paused, turning back to see his gobsmacked face. "Well, are you coming or not?" She questioned. Elli did not wait for his response as she sauntered away, but the tell-tale sound of rapid dragging followed her footsteps.

†

Laying back on the bed, the woollen fleece itched and irritated his bare skin, but he ignored it in favour of staring at the woman perched on top of him, naked as the day she was born. Her trembling thighs rested atop of his, the silence surrounding them.

The two gawked at each other, the flickering fire illuminating their bodies and casting shadows around the room. Exhaling, Ivar lay there, not touching her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He muttered, his hands twitching by his sides, desperate to touch her. Swallowing heavily, Elli nodded rapidly. Ivar chuckled lowly, his quaking hand trailing up her soft thigh, causing the woman to shudder. "I need to hear your words, Elli."

Elli leant down, her hair covering her bare breasts as she rested her hands on his shoulders. "I want this, Ivar," she rasped. "I want you."

Nodding to himself, Ivar saw the honesty glistening in her eyes. Licking his lips, the young prince pushed onto his forearms, bringing his face close to hers.

Elli could feel his rushed breath on her face and shuddered, worried he could hear the hurried beating of her heart. Leaning down, the young woman closed her eyes as their lips met. It was a firm but gentle kiss, unsure and tentative. Yet, it was comfortable... right. As the pair grew more confident, Ivar's shaking hand left her thigh and moved to her waist, gripping her tightly. His hand blindly reached up and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close, their bodies pressed against one another in a warm embrace.

Elli's toes curled; his face grasped between her hands. She wanted more. She needed it. Instinctually, her body ground down on him, searching for relief. Ivar pulled away with a groan, throwing his head back. Elli did not let go of his face, but her eyes widened. Between her damp folds rested a hard, rigid penis. Raising a brow, she carefully rolled her hips. "Elli!" He moaned.

Elli smirked as Ivar paused, huffing and puffing. His eyes were blown wide, staring at the dim ceiling as he realised what had happened, what he thought would never happen. He had an erection.

As Ivar lay there, stunned, Elli began trailing her way down his stomach, leaving kisses and nibbles as a footprint of her path, licking stripes in the dips of his abdomen as roads. Ivar was knocked out of his daze and let out unsteady breaths as Elli became face-to-face with Ivar's member. It was engorged and larger than she had expected, a pretty pink tip atop a thick, veiny cock. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs.

Taking a deep breath, Elli leant down, running the flat of her tongue across his leaking tip. Ivar squirmed, hissing in pleasure. However, groans and gasps followed as Elli's tongue explored his throbbing length, stroking and sucking with her wet mouth, paying special attention to the thick vein that ran up his cock.

Elli rubbed her thighs together as her hand joined her mouth, her thumb caressing a slow circle around the head as she took languid, long strokes with her tongue, making his hips jerk and twitch.

Nodding to herself, Elli finally took Ivar's member in her mouth, both of them whimpering at the feeling. Ivar's head fell back, his parted mouth hung open, and eyes screwed shut as Elli's warm, wet mouth moved up and down his shaft. Elli tried to take all of him in her mouth but could not, gagging due to his considerable size, so her hand aided her, pumping up and down as she swirled her tongue around him.

Ivar cursed above her, digging his fingers into the damp fleece as grunts and shaky breaths emitted from him. Sneaking a glance down at Elli, he whimpered, seeing wide pupils already locked on him. The sight of her beautiful lips wrapped around his throbbing cock drove him wild. "Fuck," he groaned.  

Yet, he swallowed the whine that threatened to escape him when she pulled away, a line of saliva still attached to his cock connecting to her mouth. Yet, a moan erupts when Elli begins to softly tug at his penis, rubbing it up and down. "I want to ride you now…" Elli whispered, eyes intently watching Ivar's reactions, how he whined and ground his hips in search of release; it made wetness drip from her folds and onto the bed.

Clearing his throat, Ivar stared into her eyes. "Well, if you are sure, what are you waiting for?"

Without another word, Elli climbed on Ivar, her body moving up his thighs, causing Ivar to bite his lip as he felt her moistness drag against him. Pushing her hips flush against his, Elli began to grind, circling her hips back and forth, searching for friction. The pair mewled, pawing at each other as she guided his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. As Elli ground on Ivar's cock, it nudged her clit every time, making her whimper and whine. The sound was intoxicating to Ivar. He reached up, gripping at her chest, tweaking one of her nipples and taking the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue.

Rasping, Elli reached down between them and grasped his dick, propping herself up and preparing to sink down on it. "Wait, wait..." Ivar whispered against her breast, holding her hips in place. "Are you sure?" Icy blue eyes peered up at her, a vulnerability in them that Elli had never seen before.

"Of course, I am sure." Elli declared as she sank down on Ivar's cock. Elli cried, for although she was wet and wanting, she had never been penetrated before, so an intense burning overtook her. However, Ivar had never felt something so tight, so warm wrapped around him. He wanted to thrust, chase that feeling, yet seeing tears leaking from Elli's eyes made him pause.

"No, no..." Ivar brushed the tears away, Elli sniffling as he grasped her face between his hands. He caressed her cheek, leaving kisses. "This will pass." He promised.

A watery chuckle left Elli. "And how do you know this?"

Smirking, Ivar trailed a hand up Elli's quivering thigh. "While you listen to women talk..." His hand etched closer to her sex, where he was still paused deep within her. "I listen to men talk."

A keening moan escaped her lips, high-pitched and breathless, as Ivar's thumb pressed on her clit. Rolling his fingers around, Elli quivered and squirmed. Slowly, Ivar moved his hips in time, matching her pace and never quicker. Soon, with patience and passion, the burn faded into a pleasurable stretch.

Elli pushed Ivar back onto the bed, removing his hand from her clit. Holding his shoulders, Elli began to bounce up and down, using his shoulders as an anchor to help her thighs, unsure with the new movement. The two friends locked eyes as Ivar lifted his glistening hand to his mouth, licking the moisture from in and around his fingers. Sighing, Ivar relished in the tangy taste, spurring him on and began to pound into her, grunting at the exertion and the feeling.

"Oh, Ivar," she whimpered, throwing her head back and exposing her glistening chest as she rocked her hips, chasing a feeling she had never felt before.

Ivar's hands kneaded her thighs, encouraging her to meet his fast pace as he pounded into her from below. "You're doing such a good job, Elli." He praised, grinding his throbbing erection deep inside her, loving how she mewled and bounced faster at his approval.

"Ivar, I– Ivar, I can't…" Her thighs burned, the steady up-and-down motion slowing as her legs trembled. She sobbed, her trembling fingers tracing her clammy abdomen and clutching her breasts, twisting her stiff nipples and whimpering.

Growling, Ivar released his bruising grip from the supple flesh of her hips. Grasping the back of her clammy neck, Ivar jerked her close, dragging their bare chests together as he latched onto the delicate skin of her throat, littering kisses and bruises. His cock slammed into her soaking core, squelching reverberating off the walls as Elli squealed. Her quivering arms collapsed, and she lay flat on Ivar, mumbling nonsense as Ivar huffed into her ear. "Fuck, you are such a good girl. Taking all of me so good," he babbled, licking a long stroke up her salty neck, his hips never slowing.  

Tears welled in Elli's eyes as she reached a shaking hand between their sticky bodies to rub her throbbing clit. Weeping in relief, Elli moved her slim fingers furiously, feeling something building in her lower belly, setting every nerve in her body on fire.

Eyes locked on Elli's movements, her fingers drumming fast and her wetness leaking onto his shaking thighs, Ivar groaned. Tilting his hips off the bed, Ivar ploughed into Elli, gripping her wild hair and forcing her lips on his, their tongues dancing. "fuck–fuck–FUCK IVAR!" Elli screamed, the coil that had built inside of her finally snapping. Her pussy tingled, gushing wetness all over Ivar's pounding cock. Collapsing on top of the young Prince, Elli saw stars, her body twitching in the aftermath. Feeling her completion, tugging, and milking Ivar's solid erection, Ivar roared, his seed coating her convulsing inner walls. Elli mewled at the feeling, her cunt squeezing him, draining him of every last drop.

Sticky and sweaty, the young pair struggled to catch their breath, huffing and puffing.

While Elli was dazed, her body still quivering with aftershocks, Ivar stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. His hands stroked up her saturated back as he struggled to find words. Blinking away tears, the prince gazed down at his only friend. Shaking his head, Ivar planted a solid kiss on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her. Sighing, Elli snuggled into his muscular arms.

"Told you." Elli croaked, her throat dry and voice muffled in Ivar's grip.

Ivar just laughed, throwing his head back against the pillows. "Yes, my not-so-innocent Elli, you were correct." Stroking her cheek, Ivar raised her droopy head and was greeted with a lazy smile. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

Giggling, Elli pouted her lips, too weak to lift herself up. Leaning down towards Elli, Ivar barely met her lips when the door was flung open, slamming against the wall with a bang! "OH MY FUCKING ODIN!" Hvitserk yelled, shirt torn open, and jaw dropped.

Not Today, My Prince

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: Mature language, sexual content

The raid was a complete success, and the festivities continued in Kattegat, with throngs of locals joining the Viking’s celebrations, trying to catch a glimpse of the victorious men. The music was booming, and the drinks flowed like liquid gold as Lottie sat with the Ragnarsson brothers, perched between Sigurd and Ubbe, while Ivar and Hvitserk sat across from them.

Lottie squealed, the atmosphere infecting her being. “What a raid, boys! The Ragnarsson name is truly becoming something of legend.” She praised, raising her mead in a toast.

The boys let out their cheers, raising their cups in agreement. As the men clinked their cups, Sigurd threw an arm around Lottie, alcohol and adrenaline pumping through his veins. “It was incredible out there! We could not be stopped!” He cried, his arm tightening around Lottie’s shoulders.

Lifting his drink to his mouth, Ivar froze as his icy eyes flickered to the action, taking a swig from his cup with a clenched jaw. “Yes, it was fucking incredible.” Ubbe and Hvitserk grinned at each other, sipping their drinks slowly.

Clearing his throat, Ubbe leant in close, encouraging the others to huddle in. “We would’ve been better if somebody could throw an axe,” Ubbe whispered with a smirk, peeking up at his brothers.

The group sniggered amongst themselves until Hvitserk paused. A frown on his face, he pushed Ubbe hard enough to knock him off his chair. “Oh, fuck off! My hand slipped!” Everyone laughed; even Ivar let out a chuckle as Ubbe dusted himself off the floor, shrugging with a smile.

Lottie’s laugh was contagious, a melody that echoed within your head, and Ivar couldn’t look away from her. Her eyes danced with flames and her smile glowed brighter than it. She was a sight to behold.

Noticing Ivar’s stare, Sigurd rolled his eyes. “You still chasing after my girl, Ivar?” he drawled, his speech slurred as he dropped his empty cup to the floor. Ivar snapped out of his daydream and glared at his smug brother.

Noticing the tension grow, Lottie shook Sigurd’s arm off her shoulders. “I’m not your girl anymore, Sigurd,” she reminded him, but he hummed.

The atmosphere became stiff, and the people around the group quietened, their attention focused on Ivar and Sigurd, who locked gazes, neither one prepared to back down. Abruptly, Sigurd chuckled to himself. “You’ve probably imagined fucking her before if what I’ve heard from your room has anything to do with it,” he sneered, laughter sounding from the onlookers. However, his brothers didn’t snigger, and neither did Lottie. They all knew that this would end poorly.

Shaking her head, Lottie downed her drink. “Sigurd, that’s enough,” Lottie warned, glancing at a trembling Ivar, his hands clenched on the table, his veins rising to the surface.

Sigurd ignored her, leaning across the table into Ivar’s face, his breath reeking of mead and meat. “Imagine her lying bare on the bed before you, dripping wet because she needs you so badly.”

Hvitserk placed a hand on Ivar’s shoulder, whispering pleas for him to remain calm in his ear. Yet, Ivar shook off the hand with a snarl. “You better stop, brother,” Ivar growled, his face flushed.

“Her moans echoing all around you as her tight, little pussy wraps around your throbbing cock… it’s pure heaven, I’ll tell you that.” The once giggling crowd had gone silent as Lottie stared at Sigurd in disbelief, shocked he would speak of her in such a way, especially since she was beside him. “But guess what, Ivar? You will never experience this for yourself, as someone like her would never go for a boneless cripple like you.” Sigurd scoffed, waving his arm in his youngest brother’s direction. “You can’t even get it to work anyway.”

Ivar launched himself out of his seat, only being pulled back by Hvitserk and Ubbe before he could wrap his hands around his older brother’s neck and squeeze the life from him. “Don’t you dare speak about her like that, you piece of fucking shit!”

Sigurd just laughed and stumbled away, collecting his empty cup off the floor and ignoring a screaming Ivar and a frustrated Lottie.

†

The obnoxious celebrations and sloshed partygoers were doing nothing for Lottie’s thumping headache. Sigurd was out of line with how he spoke to Ivar and talked about her. As much as she wanted to leave this place and forget this horrid night, she needed to make sure Ivar was okay.

Putting her ear to the closed door of Ivar’s room, and not hearing the tell-tale noises of swearing and smashing, Lottie knew it was safe to enter. Tip-toeing into the room, Lottie raised a brow as she found a shirtless Ivar perched on the end of his bed, head in his hands, tense and trembling.

Hearing her tentative footsteps, wide electric blue eyes met her concerned ones, his body slumping slightly. “Lottie, what are you doing in here?”

Lottie shrugged, a gentle smile decorating her face. “Thought that I would come and find you… talk to you about what happened out there.” She mumbled, twiddling her fingers as she watched the cripple stiffen again.

Ivar shook his head, a scowl on his lips. “It is not you who needs to worry about it. Sigurd was a prick; he should not have said that about you. Ever.” He spat, making Lottie giggle.

“No arguments from me.” She huffed, plopping down on the bed beside him, a creak echoing in the room.

The two stared ahead of them, saying nothing, until Ivar sighed, pushing his braids out of his face. He bit his lip, ripping the sensitive skin as his fingers drummed on the bed. “You know it’s true, right?” He whispered, staring at the flicking fire in the corner of his room as if the flames would engulf him at any moment.

The hairs on her neck stood tall as she raised an eyebrow, turning to look at the worried Prince. “What’s true?” Lottie questioned, her breath unsteady.

Ivar’s leg was twitching as he bounced it up and down, his eyes locked on the blaze, afraid to look at the woman beside him. “That I admire you…” He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Well, ‘admire’ is a weak term. I’m in love with you!” He rambled so fast Lottie could barely understand the maddening man.

“Slow down, Viking!” Lottie laughed, a hand landing on Ivar’s trembling leg, causing his eyes to widen. “But yes, I knew this was true.” She admitted, giving him a cheeky grin.

Ivar froze as if ice water had drenched him from head to toe. “For fuck sakes… seriously? It was that obvious?” He groaned, pulling the ends of his hair.

Lottie giggled. “Besides the fact that you stare at me anytime I am close, you have a guard ‘secretly’ supervise me at all times, and you slaughter any man that dares approach me… yes, Ivar, you are kind of obvious.” 

Lottie tilted her head, hair draping down her back as she observed the crestfallen Ragnarrson, who had thrown himself down on the bed beside her, covering his icy eyes. Besides the dull cheering ringing from behind the closed door, silence filled the room. Sitting up straight, Lottie cleared her throat. “So, if we’re spilling secrets, I should probably admit mine.”

Ivar refused to uncover his face. “You have a secret?” She hummed in reply, staring at Ivar with a grin he could not see. A harsh breath escaped him. “Well, what is it? It could not be more embarrassing than my ‘not-so-secret’ secret.” He snorted.

“I think you’re pretty cute.” The man shot straight up, wide saucers for eyes as he gazed at Lottie. She admitted, her grin becoming a broad smile at Ivar’s reaction.

“Are you fucking with me?” Ivar whispered, his jaw dropping low.

Laughing, Lottie shook her head. “No, I’m not fucking with you.” She stated, standing up in front of him, nudging his useless legs apart so she could position herself between them. Ivar choked on air. “I’ve thought you were pretty cute for a while now, but seeing you stand up to Sigurd, getting all angry…” She sighed, shaking her head. “It was sexy.”

She was entrancing him like she always had, but hearing Lottie confess her attraction for him aroused Ivar like nothing had before. His dreams were coming to life before his very eyes.

Her soft hands rested on his bare, shuddering shoulders, feeling them relax under her tender stroking. “And it turned me on…” She paused, contemplating as she stared into his foggy, blue eyes as if searching for an answer. “I want us to fuck, Ivar. I want you buried inside me while I scream your name.”

“Am I dreaming?” he whispered, gazing up as if Lottie was Freya, Goddess of Love and Death, preparing to claim him as her own.

Lottie straddled Ivar’s lap, pressing their bodies together, feeling their hearts beat in unison, hammering like Thor was striking them himself. “Not today, my Prince.”

She could feel his solid erection against her core, making her raise a brow as the rumours surrounding Ivar’s condition have always made her curious. Testing the waters, Lottie firmly ground her hips down in one smooth motion, making Ivar groan, throwing his head back with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, they snapped back open. The realisation that he could be aroused by a woman… by Lottie… was all-consuming. His lips began to tremble, and his jaw slackened. Ivar gazed at the smirking Lottie as if she held the sun and stars only for him. Letting out a deep huff, his hands gripped her hips as she continued her slow movements. “Fuck, Lottie.” He panted, pleasure overtaking all his senses as his head dropped against her stomach.

“Hey,” Lottie whispered, pulling his head back up. Ivar’s eyes were drooped in lust, pupils wholly dilated. “If I’m going to ride you, you will look at me while I do it.”

Ivar thrust up against her on instinct, her sultry words going straight to his throbbing dick.

Leaning down, Lottie placed her lips firmly on Ivar’s. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her flush against his bare chest, grinding up against her as he did. Lottie whined into his mouth, the dominant movement making wetness pool in her trousers. His hands roamed her thighs as their tongues swirled around each other. Lottie’s hands began to wonder, trailing down his broad frame to his cock, giving it a testing squeeze.

Ivar groaned, but pulled Lottie away, making her frown. “Okay, okay... We need to stop.” Ivar wheezed, his eyes avoiding hers as he looked to the ceiling.

Grabbing the Viking’s chin, Lottie stared Ivar dead in the eye. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She questioned, still huffing. “You are Ivar Lothbrok, correct? The man who’s been following me around like a puppy since we met?”

Ivar grumbled, lying back against the bed and covering his eyes. “I know, I know! This is literally my fucking wet dreams coming to life.” He growled, the noise going straight to her core.

Lottie’s thighs felt cold now without Ivar’s warm hands caressing her. “Then, what’s the issue here, Ivar?” She mumbled, confused beyond belief.  

Throwing his hands up in the air and slamming them down on the sheets, Ivar let out a yell. “Fucking Sigurd!”

Taken aback, Lottie rose an eyebrow at Ivar, her face forming a snarl. “Sigurd? Sigurd is why you won’t fuck me! Why are you even thinking about him when I’m straddling your hard-on? Desperate to fuck you!” She cried.

Ivar sat up on his forearms, a frown on his face as he looked at the girl of his dreams. “Because he has had you in ways I cannot, that I do not think I can.”

Lottie shook her head with a soft laugh, hair dangling before her eyes as her hands started to move over Ivar’s chest. “You are the object of my desire. You, your inner power, your fighting spirit is what I have craved for many years. I do not want, Sigurd. I want you.” She declared as Ivar’s hands unconsciously moved up her thighs again.

“Yes, but…”

Lottie cut him off. “No but’s.” Removing her hands from Ivar’s chest, Lottie moved up to her shirt, slipping it off her flushed skin. “Right now, it’s you and me.” Ivar was mesmerised once more as more of Lottie’s skin displayed. “There’s no Sigurd…” She whispered, throwing her shirt to the side, leaving her breasts bare before him, peaky nipples hard in the open air. “There’s no other Ragnarsson…” Ivar’s hands trailed up her warm stomach and cupped her chest, making her bite her lip. “It’s just you and me.”

Ivar nodded absently, his fingers circling her nipples as he held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently. “Just you and me.”

“That’s right, Lothbrok,” Lottie smirked, reaching beneath her and stroking his erect member. “So, are we going to talk about Sigurd, or are you going to fuck me?” She squeezed him, locking eyes with Ivar, who was struggling to maintain eye contact with her bare breasts in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that the only man’s name you’ll ever be able to say is Ivar.”

The Pale Moonlight

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 875

Warnings: None

Laughter echoed in the distance as the men celebrated their latest battle, drinking mead and singing songs. The gleaming fire caused a dim glow to settle over the forest, illuminating the dancing shadows.

Sitting on an old tree stump, Ivar stared out into the forest, eyes hazy and shoulders hunched over in thought. Yet, his ears perked up, hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves. Glancing over his shoulder, he sat up straight as the cause of his headache appeared.

“What is wrong, young prince? Didn’t kill enough Christians for your liking?” Selene teased, a smile gracing her face as she leant against one of the many trees surrounding them.

Ivar chuckled, his head bowed low. “For a girl who criticises my love for bloodshed, you seem to enjoy making jokes about it.” His electric eyes lifted, a smirk decorating his face.

Selene scoffed, a hand waving away his response as she plopped down beside him. “I do not condone it, but if it makes you happy and stops you from injuring unsuspecting locals, who am I to complain?” She peered up at him, a twinkle in her eyes.

Ivar gave no reply, his smirk shifting into a frown. He just stared at her, unsure and unprepared.

Selene’s smile fell. “What is wrong?”

The Boneless grit his teeth, a hiss escaping. Rolling his head on his shoulders, he tried to shake off the fire in his veins as he looked away from her, unable to gaze into her shining eyes no longer.

Panic flared in Selene as she moved onto her knees, observing Ivar’s shaking form, tentatively touching his legs, “Have you injured yourself? Fallen off your horse? What is it?” She rambled, unaware that his piercing stare had returned to her.

“I want to choke the life from you.” He whispered. Selene stopped her movements, her mouth becoming dry as she slowly met his eyes, unconsciously leaning away from her friend. “I want you to understand how it feels to be afraid…” Ivar licked his lips, “Because this is how I feel whenever you are around.”

It was as if the only sounds to be heard in the forest were the quiet squawking of ravens, the distant celebrations, and the racing of teenage hearts.

“Ivar…” Selene trailed off, her gleaming eyes blown wide in the moonlight. “What do you mean?”

Ivar swallowed, the noise echoing within the forest. “You have…” his electric blue eyes avoided her, staring into the starry night sky. “Consumed my every thought. When you are away from me, I am concerned about your safety, your feelings. Has somebody harmed you? Made you cry?” His eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched by his sides. Selene could not speak. Her glistening eyes tracked Ivar’s frantic movements. “And when you are near me, it is worse! I cannot speak, for I fear that if I do, I will say the wrong thing, and you will leave!” He yelled, causing Selene to flinch. “See! I have done it already!” Ivar cried, lifting himself off the stump and beginning to crawl away.

Selene stumbled to her feet, tripping over loose leaves and sticks. “Ivar! Please!” She shouted. “You have not let me speak!” Ivar continued to ignore her, slithering into the shadows. “What if I told you I wanted to choke you too?” She called.

Ivar froze, wide eyes turning to face Selene with raised brows.

Selene’s face crinkled, her lips pursed. “Okay, that is not what I meant to say at all...” She sighed. Shrugging, she stepped closer to Ivar, slowly as if trying not to spook him. “I am afraid for you too. When you are on the battlefield, I cannot sit still! What if you have fallen off your chariot? Or even been killed? I just have to sit here and wait like some silly twit, waiting for you to return!” Selene had stopped looking at Ivar and was pacing. Now that her thoughts were in the open, she could not stop them. “And even when you aren’t on the battlefield, you concern me! What if it is too cold and your bones hurt? Or you are in pain and need silly jokes to lighten the mood?” Selene paused, staring at grey moon, seeking guidance. “But, how do I tell you I love you without losing you?”

Selene screamed; her body knocked to the dewy forest floor. Ivar hovered above her, breathing heavy and blue eyes glimmering. Odin had frozen time as the young pair gazed at each other, peering into the soul of the other. Ivar inched downwards, slow and uncertain. 

Rolling her eyes, Selene gripped the back of Ivar’s head and smashed their lips together. Their lips moved like two people dancing together for the first time, unpractised yet passionate. His arms ran up and down her sides as she played with his hair. It was not perfect, but it was right.

Pulling away with a huff, Ivar whispered, “I do not really wish to choke you.”

Selene nodded absentmindedly, staring at Ivar’s lips. “Good. Let’s just start with holding hands. Your odd kinks can come in later, hmm?” She grinned. Ivar shook his head with a chuckle, leaning back down to reclaim her lips in the pale moonlight.  

I have an unequivocally love for Aaron Burr in Hamilton. My baby deserved better. Fight me.

Leslie Odom Jr. as Aaron Burr in Hamilton: An American Musical

“Now I’m the villain in your history.”

Honestly this character is my weakness

tommy conlon riordan:     walk in, ko, walk out.     ( warrior, 2011 )

that fucking shirt   x

Forever my Queen - I’ll always remember you for who you truly are ❤️

Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons

I didn’t choose to give up my life and soul to Bucky Barnes, it just happened

You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 2/?

Part One

Pairing: Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language

Word Count: 832

Although Denny’s was loud, it was nothing compared to the Mötley Crüe house party. So, to Mick and Natalie, the sound around them was white noise. Finishing off their food, the couple sat in silence as they sipped at their drinks. But it didn’t stop them from analysing each other from across the booth.

The pair stood out, their differing appearances catching the eye of the other customers. Mick, dressed in all black, gave off the bad boy vibes. But Natalie looked like the image of innocence.

Mick cleared his throat and sat down his drink, his eyes meeting his aviators that sat on Natalie’s face. “So, you track me down, turn me on, invite me to get a burger, and give me blue balls. What’s your whole plan here, Natalie?”

After a beat of silence, Natalie let out a loud laugh, making a small smile appear on Mick’s face. “You forgot I stole your glasses as well.” She stated.

Mick just rolled his eyes. He thought they looked better on her anyway.

Natalie sat the sunglasses on top of her head, so they met eyes properly. “I wanted to get to know you, see if you’d meet the expectations I’d built up in my head.” She admitted.

Mick leaned across the table, his stare making Natalie blush. “And? Did I?” He mumbled, his voice low.

Natalie moved closer to the older guitarist, so close she could feel his breath on her face. “You surpassed them.” She whispered, welcoming the scent of vodka and nicotine.

The sexual tension in the air was getting Mick hard again. Licking her lips, Natalie focused on Mick Mars’ lips. She just had to lean forward a little more, and they’d be kissing. Mick was reading her mind, his eyes moving between her lust filled, drooping eyes and her plump pink lips.  

Shifting forward, Mick went to make the first move. But, the sound of a clearing throat snapped them out of their haze and had them sitting straight up, and away from one another.

The older waitress smiled as she sat down their next round of drinks; a lemonade for Natalie and a vodka for Mick. The pair were feeling awkward and disappointed as they mumbled a small thank you. With the waitress gone, they didn't know what to say.

“So, what now?” Mick asked, snapping Natalie out of her disappointment.

“Well, I don’t fuck on the first date.” She said, smirking at Mick as he choked on his drink.

Mick’s eyes were roaming her again, smirking at his thoughts. “You don’t look like the kind of girl who’s ever fucked.”

Now it was Natalie’s turn to choke, a blush coating her cheeks. “You got me there.”

If Mick didn’t think he could get any harder before, he was wrong.

Gathering enough confidence, Natalie leaned close again. “But, I wanna get to know you more Mr. Mars.” She revealed, making Mick stare at her. She couldn’t read his expression, but that was something that intrigued her about him. “So, let’s find out if I fuck on the second date.”

Mick’s jaw dropped, for many reasons. “The second date?” He repeated, disbelief in his voice.

“Well, this was our first.” Natalie stood up, brushing the crumbs off her skirt. “So, tomorrow afternoon you’ll pick me up from school, and we’ll go from there.” She stated, sending Mick a cheeky smile before she walked away.

Mick was speechless.

“School?” He mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Mick’s eyes quickly widened, and he spun around to face the blonde who was walking out the door. “How old are you?” He called out, his steady voice hiding his nerves.

Pausing by the door, Natalie let out a giggle. Turning over her shoulder, she shot Mick a wink. “Eighteen.”

Mick let out a deep breath and slunk in his seat, nodding his head in content as he heard the door shut. Thank fucking Christ. Resting his head back against the booth, Mick let out a chuckle as he closed his eyes. “Eighteen and untouched… is this a fucking dream?”

“Not today, big boy.” Natalie whispered in his ear, making him jump in surprise. Blue and brown eyes stared at each other, wondering what the other was thinking. “I realised I forgot to give you the address.” She smiled, placing a piece of paper down on the table.

Mick nodded, trying to be nonchalant, even though his heart was fucking pounding. “Yeah, uh, that’d be helpful.”

Biting her lip, a blush lit up Natalie’s pale cheeks before she leaned down and placed a soft his to his cheek. “See you tomorrow.” She whispered, before turning around and leaving for good.

Mick just sat still for a moment, trying to take in everything that’s happened the last couple of hours. Picking up the piece of paper on the desk and reading over the address, Mick picked up his drink and chugged it back. “Why isn’t it fucking surprising that she’s a private school girl?” 

Not My Type (Vince Neil x OC)

Pairing: Vince Neil x OC

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo 

Word Count: 711

With the boy's gig finally over, Valarie walked down the stairs to the bar, desperate for a drink. She pushed through the crowd and immediately caught the eyes of the bartender, who flocked over to the pretty brunette and asked for her order; a simple rum and coke.

While waiting, Valarie glanced around and scoffed at the Mötley Crüe groupies screaming for the boys to come back, some even trying to fight the bodyguards to get backstage.

Valarie was getting sick of coming to these things; the groupies, the drunks, the headaches, but the boys begged her every time; claiming she was some type of good luck charm.

The bartender came back and slid the drink towards her. Pulling out her wallet, the bartender stopped her, “on the Crüe tab, like usual.” Valarie shot him a smile and grabbed her drink, taking a long sip.

Valarie took this pause as her moment of peace before the chaos backstage. However, it seemed the chaos had already come to her.

“You need me now, I'll teach you how, come on, let's go all the way…” A voice sang in her ear as an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against a warm body.

Valarie scoffed and sculled her drink, before slamming it down and spinning in the sweaty arms and coming face-to-face with Vince Neil.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again…” Valarie started before Vince cut her off.

“Baby, I know you’re nervous you won’t be able to handle me. And, yeah, it might be a rough ride, but I’ll take it easy on you the first time.” Vince smirked, his hand skimming the bare skin of her pale thigh.

Grabbing hold of Vince’s sweaty hand, Valarie threw it off her body with a smirk. “You’re not really my type.”

Vince froze to his spot, left with wide eyes and unable to form words as Valarie walked away. Focusing on the swing of her hips as she walked back up the stairs, Vince snapped out of his shocked state and jogged after her.

“Not really your type?” He scoffed. “Baby, I’m everyone’s type.”

“Evidently not, hotshot.” Valarie called over her shoulder.

Using the railing to propel him forward, Vince rushed around Valarie and stood firmly in front of her on the stairs, halting her with a sigh.

“Come on, Val. There’s this tension between us that you can’t deny.” Vince argued, his sexy smirk on his face.

Valarie forced her heart to slow down at the sight of that smirk and placed a smug grin on her face. “I’ve denied it since I met you. Why change now?”

Valarie stepped up and went to move around Vince, but he stepped into her, leaving their bodies flush against each other. Vince stared down at Valarie, biting his lip in thought, and Valarie stared up at Vince with wide eyes at the close contact.

“Why don’t we just give this thing a try? I mean there’s something and you know I’ll try and give it up for you; the strippers, the groupies, all that stuff.” Vince whispered, his blue eyes piercing her hazel ones.

“You’d try? That sounds convincing.” Valarie mumbled sarcastically.

Vince groaned. “You know what I mean.”

Shaking her head, Valarie placed her hands on his chest, making Vince shudder, and pushed him against the railing. Vince grumbled in pain as Valarie moved past him, but he watched her walk away.

But Valarie paused. “And what about Tommy? You really want him to kick your ass?” Valarie spoke without looking at him, so he couldn’t see her furrowed forehead as she thought about the possibilities.

Vince scoffed. “Your scrawny brother doesn’t scare me.”

The sentence hung in the air as the two of them stood silent, ignoring the loud music and partying going on upstairs and downstairs.

“As I said Vince,” Valarie looked back at Vince with a smile. “You’re just not my type.” Vince deflated, but with the wink Valarie sent him, a smile lit up his face once again.

Letting out a laugh, Vince sent her that charming smirk that made Valarie weak. “You understand that this is just gonna make me want you more, right?” Vince’s stared at her with determination.

“I’m counting on it.”

You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 1/?

Part Two

Pairing: Iwan!Mick Mars x OC

Warnings: Mature language 

Word Count: 664

A flash of color appeared in his peripheral vision, something you didn't usually see at a Mötley Crüe party. Glancing around, Mick spotted a woman, no a girl, walking through the crowd. Her pink sweater cropped, flashing her toned stomach, and her white leather skirt flaring, yet leaving little to the imagination. As she got closer to where he was, Mick tried to understand why those white Keds were walking towards him.

She sat down beside him, her leather skirt rising her thigh and drawing Mick's eyes.

"You lost?" Mick gruffed, his eyes darting away. 

With a grin, the girl looked around the room, exaggerating her movements before locking eyes with Mick's dark aviators. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm where I intended to be." She teased.

Mick just ignored her, going back to his vodka.

"I'm Natalie by the way, just if you were wondering." She laughed,

"I wasn't." Mick lied, his blue eyes scanning her behind his sunglasses. From the few seconds he'd stared at her, it was apparent this girl was in the wrong place; her style, her loose blonde curls, her innocent smile... this girl was going to be devoured alive.

"I'm a huge fan of your music, I was actually just at the gig." Natalie explained, her eyes staring at her twiddling hands.

"Well, that's surprising." He chucked, liting a cigarette.

She giggled, she fucking giggled. "Yeah, I've had that reaction before." She took in a deep breath, her eyes anywhere but him. "But, I really wanted to meet you because you're amazing! You actually inspired me to learn guitar." She blushed.

Mick couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? Well, shit."

"Yeah, it was hard to convince my parents. But, I told them it was for the school band." She looked at him with a cheeky smile. Mick let out a chuckle, making Natalie beam.

This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

She shuffled closer, that damn skirt rising higher and showing off those perfect thighs, thighs Mick would very much like to be buried between.  

Mick found this girl attractive, her innocence sexy, but he wasn't going to be some 'rockstar one-night-stand experience' that she could tell her friends. “Shouldn’t a girl like you be off trying to fuck the drummer.” He puffed on his smoke.

She clicked her teeth. “Not really my style.”

“Well, that’s new.”

Natalie shook her head. “So, what? That’s not your style either?” A dark eyebrow raised over his aviators, making her giggle. “Fucking a random stranger at Mötley Crüe a party, that’s not your style?” She questioned, her brown eyes roaming over him.

As Mick glanced at her, unknowingly meeting her eyes, he felt his cock twitch. There was a look in her eyes, something deep in that stare that told him this girl would rock his world.

Mick looked away, clearing his throat. “Don’t try and make anything out of it. I like women, and I like fucking, but I happen to respect women more than what these jerk-offs do.” He took a swig of his straight vodka, avoiding her eyes.

“You know, you’re pretty different from your bandmates.” She whispered, moving closer to him so he could hear her over the thumping music. Her bare thighs brushed against his clothed ones, but he could feel their warmth.

He scoffed. “That’s cause they’re a bunch of fucking teenagers."

Smirking at the older guitarist, Natalie placed a delicate hand on his knee. “It’s a good thing I’m looking for a man then.”

Mick's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes meeting hers over his aviators. Giggling, Natalie moved her hand, to Mick's disappointment, and stole his sunglasses off his face, placing them on her own.

"But, I wanna get to know you first. So what do you say, wanna blow this party and go get a burger?" Natalie asked, her beaming grin making Mick smirk.

"You're full of surprises, Natalie." He mumbled.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started."

sksksksk this makes me wet sorry not sorry

Oh daddy

ben hardy as roger taylor in bohemian rhapsody (2018)

fanfic: you walk in to see him cheating on you, crying your eyes out he finally notices and jumps up “Y.N! it isn’t what it looks like!” you cry more as the blonde skanky skanky bitch smirks at you “it’s exactly what it looks it looks like” you run out of the house and jump into your car, hightailing it out of there, you never got to tell him you’re pregnant with twins, his twins, and now you’ll never get to tell him, you won’t allow him to be in their lives, a couple days later he shows up at your house and before you can slam the door he walks into the house “get out” you angrily cry “Y.N! listen to me it wasn’t me, i was being possessed by a demon and had no control over anything i love you” smiling “aww” you squeal you jump into his arms kissing him “i have to tell you something” you look him into the eyes as he speaks “i only have two days to live” you sob falling onto the floor-

me: God damn