No Yelling

I can’t stand yelling, I will break down crying if you yell at me. I don’t care if it’s the smallest thing, I WILL CRY.

If you yell at me I will be terrified of you, I will be on edge around you until I feel comfortable around you again. Yelling reminds me of my past trama that being a little helps me cope with.

I will take punishments, but I will not take yelling.

Please do not yell at me.

@irockyou54 this is what i was trying to tell you about yelling at me

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Amazing hahaha 😺🍜💕

Your eyes travel across the crippled Viking’s back as you wished to touch it for eternity. And there, below Ivar’s nape was your name tattooed in Norse letters. 

“It’s beautiful, Ivar,” you said as his eyes twinkled against the light.

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bay girls a different type bb

Travels and adventures with my vape pen 2.0. February, 2019 👌

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I laughed way to hard

Vikings | Sons of Ragnar

Now if he can just say princess some more times…

Vikings Season 5B sneak peak/interview (spoilers included)

Source Directv on YouTube.

I tried, the quality is really bad but he is so good looking *-*

Alex Høgh Andersen’s Birthday Countdown: May 18th -  Favorite Partner-In-Crime

“This is about me taking what I need from you.”

Everyone had retired from training now that the sun was dipping over the tree tops.

Except you and Hvitserk.

As usual he had goaded you into staying by cajoling that you were just a quitter.

So you lingered on just the two of you, dancing lightly back and forth, swords clattering together while he countered all your quick remarks.

“There are only two places stamina really matters,” you teased blocking his half hearted swipe, “the battlefield and the bedroom.”

Hvitserk circled you with a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips. “Is that so? Well it bodes well for us both that we are still here then,” he said side stepping your lunge. “Though I can see how your muscles are aching now, your breath catching,” he tilted his head to the side in exaggeration to take you all in. “I would ruin you.”

You were exhausted with muscles burning but you tried not to show it. You laughed at his cockiness though it made you tingle to hear him speak to you this way. “You think so Hvitserk?”

He nodded flashing his teeth in a hungry grin.

“In battle or in bed?” You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

Hvitserk stared at you as the tips of your blades clashed, defending on autopilot. “In either. Though I have never been invited to your bed.”

You spun around to deflect his advance. “This is true.” Then you brought your body close to his, your lips just a kiss apart. “But what makes you think I would invite you to warm my bed?”

The air suddenly got colder as the sun dipped lower again but it felt electric. All the hairs on your body stood on end as instant shadows began to engulf everything but his body.

Hvitserk licked his lips, slowly backing you up against a tree. You allowed it. He knew what you wanted now.

“Invite? I am a son of Ragnar Lothbrook. I take what I want. But what is it, exactly, that you want little y/n?” His breath escaped now in white puffs of breath as the night cooled around you.

You tilted your weight and hips so you leaned into him while keeping your back on the tree trunk. “A shield maiden never begs for what she wants,” you whispered in tease.

Hvitserk dropped his weapon on the grass and pressed your body into the rough bark. You could feel his excitement burning against your groin. “That is good then. Because I do not care about what you want. This is about me taking what I need from you.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed you.