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request(:

not precisely dom x sub request but, coryo x fem reader, spanking.

reader almost gets in big trouble at school but manages to escape from being caught. but her boyfriend coryo wants to make sure she never tries anything like that again…

mannn i love me some spanking anon

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw spanking, fem!reader, soft-ish ending

everybody did stupid things during finals. you? you fell asleep while trying to study for satyria click's final exam, thus showing up to her class the next day almost completely clueless on the course material. you were an extremely smart girl... just not always self motivated.

you thought it wouldn't hurt to try to cheat off of vipsania sickle's paper, who conveniently sat right next to you. and at the end of the exam, you wanted to pat yourself on the back for escaping suspicion. but coriolanus, ever the fucking teacher's pet, was watching you the whole time from two rows behind you.

which then ultimately led you to being bent over his knees with your red, pleated skirt flipped up over your waist and your panties shoved down to your knees. smack! coriolanus's big hand came down straight onto your ass, causing you to yelp pathetically.

"thought you could cheat during professor click's exam and thought i wouldn't notice?" coryo sneered, earning you another hard slap. "want me to report this to professor click? have your exam revoked and fail her class like some pathetic dumbass?"

you inhaled shakily. "no, no..." you pleaded. "i'm sorry coryo. it won't happen again— ah!"

coriolanus brought his hand down onto your ass again. "if you were really sorry, then you would tell satyria yourself,"

god, you despised it when he called professor click by her first name as if they were friends.

smack! smack! smack!

hot tears began to roll down your cheeks as the pain started to become unbearable. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry! baby, i'm so sorry. i'll never cheat again, i swear. i swear! i feel so guilty,"

smack!

coriolanus gripped the back of your neck and forced you upright, your teary, wet eyes looking into coriolanus's angry, blue ones.

"don't let this happen again, or i promise you, next time you'll be begging for just a spanking — understand?"

you sniffled and nodded your head. "i-i understand..."

coriolanus pressed a soft kiss to your tear-stained cheeks before kissing you on the lips. "good. that's a good girl,"

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Trap | Prologue

Warnings: Fluff, Mature Themes, Violence, Corruption, Manipulation, Mentions of Smut, Mentions of Killing.

If anyone asked the Capitol what soulmates looked like, either platonic or romantic, two names would appear in their minds.

Coriolanus Snow and Lalina Trap.

Two of the best students at the Academy in the Capital.

And the President Of Panem and the First Lady of Panem.

Soulmates; It was a word that couldn't even possibly explain the friendship between Lalina Trap and Coriolanus Snow. The two seemed more than that.

They had been the best of friends ever since they had met. Never once leaving the other, no one could see one of them without the other. The two seemed to be in sync, almost as if they were the same person sharing one mind.

But then again, they didn't share the same personalities for no reason at all. The two were good, really good, clever and tactical. Their minds fresh and sharp, cunning and devious all the same. Afterall, the two seemed to click for a reason after all.

Power and Love. They craved it, they wanted it, but more then that; They wanted each other.

But rejection and the ruining of their friendship kept them apart, the fear of losing the other kept them apart. Yet, the two also seemed to want each other because of that. Because the other craved power, because they were devious and psychotic. They were the same person in two different bodies.

But while Coriolanus looked to be devious, Lalina looked innocent. She was a innocent young woman, never letting anyone see her true face. Except her best friend, Corio, she had nicknamed, who knew her truly.

The saying was: Snow Lands On Top

But there was another saying.

Never ever fall in Lalina Trap's trap. She was a trap for a reason, her traps never failed.

Never Fall Into Her Trap.

The two couldn't stand to see other people around the other, they couldn't stand the other getting hurt, emotionally or even physically. They were meant to be, they were meant to be together, they were meant to rule. The perfect power couple.

Two Monsters In Love.

Laughs and cheers were heard all around as the pary commenced, right after the 74th Hunger Games. The two victors had been crowned, surprisingly and not surprisingly of District 12. Then again, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, were the famous love couple. Their gossip and love story had become quite popular and had spread all around the Capitol and the districts.

Katniss walked side by side with her man, a fake smile on her face as she held Peeta's hand as they followed after Haymitch and Effie who was talking about something related to the party.

The female victor looks over in front of her when she hears boisterous laughter, she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. It wasn't surprising to see such loud things happening at a party, buy she could hear the compliments and sweet talks of the ladies and men all around.

As if they were complimenting someone.

Haymich also pauses, something flashes in his eyes as the people move away to reveal a bodyguard. The man turns before he walks to the side, revealing a woman.

Katniss blinked in shock, the woman was absolutely beautiful. She looked fairly old, but that didn't seem to dull her beauty, in fact, it seemed as if it enhanced it. And unlike the fashion of the capital, she was dressed quite simply yet elegantly.

Her platinum blonde hair, almost white, was in a half updo and half down. Her brown eyes were like two doe eyes staring right at her, yet sharp like daggers. Her lips were heart-shaped and painted pink. Her makeup was tame compared to the rest of the Capitol, but she looked beautiful in the simplicity.

She was wearing a long brown gown, smooth and light. She wore light jewelry compared to others, light golden earrings, bracelets around her wrists and a few rings on her fingers. But despite that, the energy that radiated off her was powerful and strong.

Katniss narrows her eyes, spotting the snowflake pendent around her neck, seeing the word 'trap' on it.

Haymitch chuckles, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

The woman's lips immediately break out into a wide smile, looking eager and surprised. "Haymitch!" She exclaims with a chuckle, holding a drink that had a pink liquid in it. "How are you?" She smiles kindly, her doe eyes twinkling.

Haymich smiles, looking tipsy yet knowing where he was currently. "Ahh, just showing the victors where the real party was." He says, looking over at his tributes. "Katniss, Peeta. I want you to meet our lady of Panem. The First Lady Of Panem and President Snow's Wife. Lalina Trap-Snow." He smiles politely.

Lalina's eyes snap towards Peeta and Katniss, eyeing them carefully. "Ahh, yes. The famous couple I've been hearing about, finally getting to meet them." She smiles.

Katniss didn't seem to think the smile was genuine.

Lalina's eyes linger on the pin on Katniss's dress. "What a lovely pin," she remarks, taking a sip of her drink.

Katniss merely nods, looking hesitant.

"You're very beautiful." Peeta says, staring at her in what looked like awe almost.

Katniss side eyes him.

Haymitch coughs.

A laugh bubbles out of Lalina's lips. "Wow, that must be the most genuine thing I have heard from someone other than my husband." She chuckles, clearing her throat as she maintained her posture.

Katniss continued to stare, almost as if analyzing her. She didn't know whether to like the woman or not, she was kind enough. But even kind faces had dark sides that they showed no one. But Lalina Trap-Snow, she seemed to be a mystery.

"Well, you do look quite spectacular this evening." Haymitch says with a nod. "And I don't lie when I'm drunk."

Lalina smirks. "You're always drunk, Haymitch."

"Guilty,"

Peeta chuckles.

Effie smiles, looking surprisingly uncomfortable in the presence of the First Lady of Panem.

"Well, I should not keep you waiting." Haymitch nods, gesturing to the party. "I'm sure you have priorities."

"Oh, don't worry yourself." Lalina says. "I have to go meet Corio anyway. It was an honor meeting the famous love couple." She glances in the direction of Katniss and Peeta. She smiles at them before turning around and walking away, with the man and a few other security guards following behind her at a safe distance.

Effie sighs, breathing out in relief. "Oh, that woman gives me the creeps!" She says quickly and quietly, looking around incase anyone heard.

Katniss and Peeta watch in fascination as the First Lady walks away.

"Don't be fooled by the act," Haymitch speaks up, looking around the gala. "Lalina Trap is a mystery herself. She's said to be more devious then Snow, and that's saying something." His eyes light up when a waiter walks by, he grabs the glass of whiskey and downs it.

Katniss looks back at her. "More then Snow?"

"She seems so...kind." Peeta frowns, looking back at his mentor.

Haymitch chuckles. "Oh, don't fall in her trap. There's a reason she's a Trap, she's clever and knows how to play her part well. She's most likely the only weakness that Snow has, but also his strength. They're both devious and clever." He sighs, shaking his head. "Don't underestimate Lalina Trap. And most importantly, don't fall into her trap, her traps never fail."

Katniss' eyes trail back towards the seemingly kind woman, spotting her walking up to President Snow.

The Victor blinks in surprise when she sees the glimpse of genuine longing in Snow's eyes as he turns to her, his hand grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles gently.

Lalina giggles, her laughter bubbling around as her cheeks turn a pretty pink color.

Katniss watches keenly, looking curious.

Lalina Snow.

Lalina Trap-Snow.

Lalina Trap.

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Always.. and Forever (1/2)

After your twin goes off the rails, you decide a change of scenery is in order.

PART ONE | PART TWO

Words: 7.7K Author’s Note: ST4 and Legacies AU. We’re obviously not going to be in the 80s for this, but the ST characters will be the same age as they are in S4. Also, I’m a tad mean when discussing Hope. Oops.

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Another Cover Up (Part 4)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Chapter Warnings: language, discussion of previous character’s sexual assault

Yes, Butcher will come off OOC this chapter.

You and Butcher left at 6am sharp the next morning.

You had barely slept since arriving Stateside, so although Butcher was walking out to his shit box of a car, attempting to sneak off quietly, you were already sitting in the front seat.

He didn't see you until he opened the driver's side door and huffed a heavy breath as he sat in the seat and you made your presence known.

"Nice try." You said.

"Bollocks!" He shouted as he jumped in his seat, turning his widened brown eyes to you. He saw a wicked grin on your face, one that matched his own when he was up to something.

"Is that any way to talk in front of a lady?" You sass.

"Jesus Christ...," he took a deep breath to steady his beating heart.

"Are we going or not?" You say, pulling the temperamental seat belt down from over your shoulder and clicking it into place.

"You're a bloody Supe and you still put the belt on?" Butcher asks, confused eyes staring at you.

"I may be a Supe, but I still feel pain. And let's be honest, William... you know I don't have reason to trust that you won't try and throw me through that windshield." You say as you point to said windshield, eyebrow raised.

He only grunts as a response before turning the engine over and pulling away from the house.

You both drive in silence for almost three quarters of an hour before you reach to turn the radio on. Although you didn't care too much, Butcher's mind was quite a fucking mess and you didn't really want to listen to it much more.

"You ever heard of asking?" Butchers gravelly voice breaks through the tune of an old song crackling through the speaker.

"Control your thoughts better and maybe I would." You quip, side eyeing him. "Besides... didn't think you'd care too much if it took my focus of your fucked up brain." You look out the window seeing shades of green pass you by.

"Hughie said you were having some troubles." He mentions.

"Hmm... it's not easy when they fuck with your brain... sometimes feels like they were trying to scramble some eggs."

The song on the radio changes to one you were very familiar with. The high pitched piano notes send chills through your body taking you a second to recognise the song. The melodic male voice singing 'turn around' before Bonnie Tyler's distinctive husky voice joins in, and you're quickly reaching for the tuner to adjust the station. 

"As lovely as she is," Butcher says, gently tapping the dashboard of the vehicle, "the radio is on the blink." Butcher says with a severely sarcastic tone.

You reach for the volume to at least turn it down as low as possible, but it only gets louder.

"You're joking?" Your voice is thick with frustration as you look at Butcher, turning it the other way to turn it back down, but it only goes to the same volume it was when you first started.

"Nah, not too much of a joker, love." He smirks at you. "Her audio settings are simple; one station, on, off, loud or louder." He chuckles as he looks at your face that you can only imagine is one that looks like you would readily kill him. He only laughs heartier. 

You go to turn it off then, but he smacks your hand away.

"Un-uh! You wanted it on, princess, it's on."

You look at him, flabbergasted that he just smacked your hand. The chorus is playing now and to your utter shock, Butcher starts belting it out in his cockney voice.

"Oh my god, fuck me..." you mutter in frustration as you sink into your seat.

You knew Butcher was doing this to annoy you, but he starts doing air drums and is very clearly getting into the song. You know you could easily turn it off, but you can't help but feel your frustration slowly morph into enjoyment at his terrible singing and just start to giggle, soon joining him in the love ballad.

By the third verse you're singing by yourself. What you didn't realise was that Butcher was listening to the lyrics. He was picking up that they clearly meant something to you as your voice was becoming extremely emotional, even cracking on the odd occasion.

As the song was fading out, Butcher reached forward and clicked the radio off.

"Gotta love me some Bonnie." Butcher says somewhat jokingly before switching his tone quickly. "A'right. What was that?" He presses you.

"What was what?"

"Why didn't you want to listen to that song." He gestures to the radio, his left hand still on the steering wheel.

You release a large sigh, trying to find the words. You soon settle on, "I helped write it."

It's quiet for a moment, you sensing Butcher's complete and utter confusion. He really didn't see that one coming.

"You helped write that?" He clarifies.

"Yep." You confirm, glancing at him.

"No you didn't." He looks at you, eyes furrowed in disbelief.

"Get your little device out and look it up." You suggest.

"Yeah... yeah a'right, I'll do just that."

Butcher reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone, keeping one hand on the wheel and looking at his phone as he attempts to type on it.

"You've got to be fucking joking...!" He bellows, glancing at you briefly in disbelief.

"Told ya." Your smirk.

"'Total Eclipse of the Heart' was written by Jim Steinman [and Y/N Y/L/N] and released by Bonnie Tyler in 1983."** Butcher reads. "This has gotta be one of the most famous love ballads..."

"Glad it did well." You say.

"Supe's don't have talent like that." Butcher states.

"Ha! You're not wrong... have you seen any of Ben's movies? Or heard his songs? Fuck, they're terrible!" You laugh.

"You didn't have any- well..."

"No, I refused to be a dancing monkey. This was the only one I co-wrote and produced." You tried not to, but you could hear Butcher questioning why you were even a Supe. So you decided to answer him. "I saw these... powers... as a way of me actually trying to make a difference. I never wanted to be in front of the camera. I never wanted the notoriety." You pause for a moment. "This was meant to be a gift. I was turned into this... thing... what I was sold is not what it was... they wanted a weapon that would easily be turned into a profit for their convenience."

"You sound like bloody Starlight." Butcher grumbled.

"Starlight?" You questioned. "Oh... Annie..." you can't helps but see this Starlight in his mind, recognising her from Hughie's visions. "At the risk of you getting pissed, what is your issue with Supes? At least the good ones. This Starlight seems pretty alright."

"You lot can't be trusted." Butcher's tone quickly turns sour.

"Fair statement." He looks at you confused once again. "Hey, from what Hughie has told me about him getting into the game, they haven't really changed much in forty years. Vought's still blowing that smoke up their asses, covering for their idiocy. But you know... before they were injected with that poison, Compound V... they were human. Just like normal humans... not all of them are winners. But there are some... like Hughie, who aren't so bad." He only grunts. "Maybe Starlight isn't so bad."

The silence is deafening. Well... at least if you couldn't hear Butcher's thoughts. But again, they were a fucking mess...

Butcher soon breaks the silence with, "Are you..." he coughs. "Are you in me head? Right now?" He glances over at you then back at the road.

"Not really. I'm trying not to be. I wasn't fucking around when I said your brain is pretty fucked." He scoffs, what you believe to be in agreement with you. "But it's hard hearing everyone's thoughts. All the time. Before Russia, I could turn it off in a way. It's taking me some time to get that skill back." You explain, not only for him but also for yourself. "So I'm trying. I wouldn't appreciate someone plying around inside my fucked up brain either." You say, truthfully but also trying to make it not so serious. Butcher seems to appreciate that, if only a little.

It's silent for about a minute before he breaks it again.

"I never really understood Supes." He says, bringing your focus back to him. "Never got why they were always put up on this bloody pedestal." He scoffs scornfully. You don't say it, but he knew you already agreed with him, which he only confirms. "Always thought they'd be better off actually being heroes, out there really saving people. Not profiting from it. But my wife-" he clears his throat. "My wife actually worked at Vought Tower. She was in the Media and Communications team. PR, did their social media."

You were about to ask what 'social media' was, but decided it'd be better to ask Hughie. You didn't want to interrupt Butcher sharing his story.

"She was fucking good at it too." He smiles gently, a flash of pride colouring his harsh features. "Was the best bloody woman I ever knew." His voice tightens.

"Knew?" You ask gently, having a pretty good idea where this was going.

"A Supe hurt her. Raped her." You swallow thickly and look down at your lap. "She disappeared for years. I never believed she was dead, but... a part of me always thought..." he stops for a moment before continuing. "But she wasn't. Turned up just over a year ago. Vought had her as a prisoner in a fake town with her son."

"Son?" You question, thinking only for a moment how that was a nightmare of yours. Getting pregnant from such an act of violence.

"Ryan. Actually a sweet kid. I see so much of my Becca in him." His voice is slightly watery from his sadness. "He accidentally killed her. Trying to protect her from Stormfront."

"Fucking Nazi bitch..." you sneer under your breath. "It was Homelander." You state, already figuring out the monster that did that to Butcher's wife. "That's why you want Ben to kill him."

Butcher's eyes stay glued to the road, but he swallows thickly before nodding once. Although it was clear from the beginning in exchange for helping Soldier Boy kill the old members of Payback, he would kill Homelander, Butcher was still worried the original Supe would feel used.

"Then I'll do whatever I can to help put him down." Butcher's eyes turn to meet yours, seeing the anger and sincerity in your face. "He deserves what's coming to him for all the pain he's caused."

Butcher nods once again in a silent thanks.

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Turns out three of the safe houses were a complete bust. You still had eight to go, but both you and Butcher were fed up with the day. So you made the long drive back to Legend's house.

Butcher's phone starts to ring, so he puts it up to his hear and you can hear Hughie's voice make it's way through the speaker. Your enhanced hearing makes it easier for you to hear, but you try to tune it out.

You focus on the passing trees again, a field soon breaking through. You see a large property with a beautiful country style home sitting in the middle. There's a few cattle off to the side in one of the paddocks and you see two adults, the woman holding a young child on her hip as both her and the man point at the animals.

You can't help the small smile that breaks out in your face as you imagine what your life might have been like if you had never been injected with V. Maybe you would have got married, had a family of your own. You always imagined it would have been with Ben, but... you decided it was too late for you now.

"Have to make a small supply run, love." Butcher's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you realise you're looking at a forest of trees once again.

"Yeah. Okay."

"Won't take long, only a few things for your- ah for Soldier Boy." Butcher cuts himself off, realising that what Hughie asked him to pick up was not being used between you and Ben.

No one ever really described Butcher as an 'awkward' man. But he certainly felt awkward in that moment. He didn't have to be a genius to know that you had a hard on for the original superhero. He could read between the lines that you wrote those lyrics to that Bonnie Tyler song about your relationship with said hero.

To be honest, Butcher was pretty surprised you and Soldier Boy weren't actually an item with the way he coddled and nursed you since finding you in Russia. Which is why he felt pretty shocked that Soldier Boy was wanting to screw the women on Legend's staff with you right there. And having Hughie ask him to pick up more Astroglide only added to his bewilderment.

** https://genius.com/Bonnie-tyler-total-eclipse-of-the-heart-lyrics

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Homelander x fem!reader with her using his breastfeeding/mommy kink to manipulate him and she’s like the secret weapon to neutralise him.

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baby blue eyes | homelander
SUMMARY : he’s horrible, egotistical, a straight up psychopath but you know how to handle his corrupted mind.
homelander x fem! reader
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GENRE : slight nsfw/smut
WARNINGS : homelander, suggestive themes (mommy kink & lactation kink)
WORD COUNT : 705
a/n: there’s no way anybody can change the homelander but anything’s possible with a whiny sub man like him in fanfic 😩
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oh fuck. you muttered in your head, the familiar figure of him stalking inside of your apartment. jaw tight, eyes hard and dark and almost the vein on his forehead was going to combust. and you wondered, what happened now?

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Vikings and a Christmas Tree

Sequel to Turkey with a side of Vikings Read it HERE Warnings: bunch of Vikings shenanigans, language, humour, NSFW, sexual tension 

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*** You woke up like you did every single morning since Loki decided to get his revenge on you…squished between heavy and seriously loud snoring vikings. At first it was just Ivar that insisted he need to lay with you. Then came Sigurd, arguing that he needed to make sure Ivar didn’t touch you unless it was welcomed. And then Hvitserk insisted he needed to make sure he was there so if the brothers did try to fight over you he would keep you safe under the covers. So for the first week after Thanksgiving, you had Ivar on your left, Sigurd on your right, and Hvitserk literally slept with his arms around your waist and his face resting upon your stomach as though you were his pillow. Since your bed was a queen size you had been a little squished but it was still doable. But then Ubbe and Bjorn found out that they were the only ones that slept in the living room and they seemed almost insulted. Apparently they had to be there to “manage the situation” because they were the older brothers and that was what they did. So then you found yourself sleeping on your side with Ivar in front of you. Behind you was Ubbe and Bjorn. Sigurd had made his way to the foot of your bed and Hvitserk stayed sleeping on your legs as though you were his body pillow. You felt fingers gently run up your hip and your entire body became stiff. “Hvitserk, what do you think you are doing?” Ubbe asked from behind you. “Finding new ways to wake her up. She said she had a busy day ahead, did she not?” Hvitserk replied. “I don’t recall her asking for you to wake her up. She said that is what the alarm by her bed is for.” Ubbe sounded annoyed. You let out a huff and began trying to work your way out of the bed. “So … We celebrated Yule quite according. Now what are we to do for your Christmas?” Hvitserk and Ubbe moved out of your bed. “Usually families and friends give gifts and there’s a Christmas tree and all these pretty lights.” You explained. “But we do not have a tree. Shall we go get one?” Ubbe asked. You began picking up all the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered across your floor. “We will get one today after you guys get dressed.” “We are dressed. I’ll go get my axe!” Hvitserk ran behind you. You threw all the clothes in the basket. “Hvitserk, I have already said many times before if we’re to leave the house you need to wear today’s clothes. You can’t go wearing a tunic and trousers.” Ubbe gave off a small smile. “Alright, we shall get dressed while you get ready and then we shall get the tree.” You released a sigh in relief. “Thank you.” The moment you turned into the bathroom to shower you heard a bunch of heavy feet running through the house. Then came the sound of a door slamming shut. You quickly ran back to your room to find an empty bed with Ivar crawling towards the door. “Where is everyone?” You asked. “They left to retrieve your tree.” Ivar replied. “What?” You asked with widened eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they will find the biggest tree for you.” Ivar spoke as he started crawling towards the living room. *** Ubbe stood with his axe hanging over his shoulder and his blue eyes narrowed on one tree. “This one should do.” He replied. “It’s supposed to be small enough to fit in her home.” Hvitserk commented. “What’s the matter, Hvitserk? You don’t think our Dear friend Y/N deserves the most beautiful tree?” Ubbe asked. Bjorn chuckled at his two younger brothers. “What I’m having trouble understanding, Brother is why are you suddenly so over generous with Y/N?” Hvitserk shot back. “What does it matter to you?” Ubbe asked. Hvitserk clenched his jaw tight. “You have Margrethe at home. Let me have Y/N here.” “I know I have Margrethe. I share her plenty with you. Why don’t we just agree to share Y/N here?” Ubbe responded. Hvitserk growled and turned away before stomping towards another tree. “Why do you laugh Bjorn?” Ubbe asked. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the one Y/N wants.” Bjorn replied. “If that is what you want to think.” Ubbe shrugged the words off and followed Hvitserk. * * * Hours had passed on and you were pacing in your living room with your arms folded over your chest. Ivar was sitting on the couch, snacking on some holiday popcorn with his eyes wide open. The tv was on with a bunch of doctors standing around talking about a patient and the Christmas miracle they would need to save her life. “I don’t understand. What is it to these people of that woman lives or dies? They don’t even know her.” Ivar wondered as he shoved another hand full of popcorn in his mouth. “Their doctors, Ivar. It’s what they do. They heal people.” You replied. Ivar turned to you and then went back to staring at the tv. “Now…If those boys don’t get back soon I’m going to have to go out and look for them. Until then I’m going to start cooking. If you want to do something you can pull out the lights for the tree.” You retrieved a couple of boxes that was marked “xmas lights”. *** Sigurd, Bjorn, and Hvitserk were dragging the tree while Ubbe walked in front of them. He stopped in his tracks when he saw something cross his path. It was a beautiful black and white cat. “Wait.” Ubbe stopped and kept his voice quiet. “What is it?” Sigurd asked. “We need to bring Y/N back a gift.” Ubbe crouched down. “Isn’t that what the tree is?” Bjorn asked. “No the tree is something we have to fancy up.” Hvitserk explained. “What are you doing Ubbe?” Sigurd asked. Ubbe got on his knees and scooped the cat in his arms. “A cat, it’s the perfect gift! She’ll love it.” Ubbe winked at Hvitserk and continued taking strides towards the house. *** You had just finished glazing the ham and placed it back in the oven when you heard a loud thud. “Ivar? You alright?” You walked into the living room and accidentally let out the loudest giggle ever. Ivar was wiggle like a worm on the floor with the lights wrapped and knotted all around him. “How… I… How?” You asked as you began unwrapping the lights. “The cursed things tangle too easily.” Ivar growled. You didn’t reply you just nodded in agreement and continued to work your way through the lights. The door to your house opened and you heard a pair of footsteps run right to your room. Sigurd and Bjorn came to your view dragging in the tree. You opened your mouth wide as the boys began setting it up. It was a big bushy green tree that barely fit in the corner. They set it down and stood in front of you like proud puppies. “Well… What do you think?” Hvitserk asked. “Its beautiful thank you.” You smiled. “We got the tree. So what now?” Bjorn asked. “Now we decorate it.” You moved another box by the tree and began opening the box. “Hey… Where did Ubbe go?” “Oh he’s… Taking care of something.” You jumped up and began storming towards your room. “No wait!” All the boys except Ivar called out for you. You didn’t listen you opened the door to your room and found Ubbe sitting on the floor and there was a full grown black and white cat wrapped in wrapping paper. It’s head was the other thing unwrapped. “What the-” Ubbe held his hands out towards the cat as if he was presenting it to you. “Merry Christmas! Our gift to you.” You let out a sigh. “Ubbe you guys didn’t have to get me a gift. I appreciate what you did but…That might be someone else’s cat.” “Not anymore.” Ubbe replied. The cat ran out of the wrapping paper and shot down the hallway. “Hey Cat.” Ivar spoke in the room. It was quickly followed by a loud painful groan. “NO NO BAD CAT! BAD CAT!” Ubbe followed you back to the living room to find the cat clenched tight around Ivar’s legs nipping at his legs and the rope tied around them. Bjorn stood back laughing with Sigurd. “Oh no, Ivar. Are you okay?” You picked the cat up and gently placed it behind you. “It attacked Me!” Ivar looked around to glare at the cat. “She must have been playful. She was going for your rope, not your legs.” You explained. “Y/N, where does this thing go?” Hvitserk asked as he held up the Angel. “The top.” You replied. Bjorn snatched the Angel out of Hvitserk’s hand and turned around to put the Angel on top. You went back to the kitchen and began setting the dinner table up. Christmas music came from the tv in the living room followed by the boys chuckling. “I know you’re not supposed to say ‘I told you so’… But I told you so.” “Ivar…What…” You peaked in your living room to see Ubbe and Bjorn struggling with the lights. “I go this way. . You go that way.” Bjorn tried instructing Ubbe. They twirled like little ballerinas and you joined the other vikings on the couch. Hvitserk stood up and headed for the kitchen. “Hey, I’m hungry. When is the feast going to be ready?” “Don’t worry Hvitserk, it’s ready.” You got off the couch. “Sigurd help your brothers.” Ivar followed you into the kitchen and found a seat for himself. You were gathering wine glasses when Ubbe leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smile. “So…You like the gift? I was the one that thought you would like the cat.” He was almost speaking in a flirtatious way. You smiled at him. “I do. Thank you Ubbe.” “So I was thinking maybe after the feast we can-” “Be careful he’s got a wife in Kattegate.” Hvitserk literally jumped in front of Ubbe. “But I don’t.” “Shut up!” Ubbe ordered You felt your face burn hot at his words. Was Ubbe just trying to get into your pants? “Look! Presents!” Sigurd came into the kitchen with his arms full of wrapped gifts for the boys. “Wait!” You spoke but it was too late they tore right through the gifts with big smiles plastered on their faces. You had gotten Bjorn a necklace with a carved coin on it of that of Odin. Ubbe received a hatchet, Hvitserk a dagger with Norse words carved into it, Sigurd a bracelet in the shape of a snake, and Ivar had Chinese throwing stars and a set of throwing knives. “Such wonderful gifts Y/N, thank you.” Ivar smiled at you. You nodded your head and sat down at the table to begin the feast. “Of course, you could have just saved yourself some trouble and given yourself to us for Christmas.” He began. You nearly choked on air when he said that. “I think that’s the first time I’ll ever agree with Ivar.” Sigurd commented. “Excuse me?” Ivar asked in disbelief as he turned to Sigurd. You reached for some food and began to eat your food in silence with the brothers. The cat jumped on the table and literally walked right through the food on your plate. You put your fork down as the cat began eating your ham. Maybe any other day you would have wanted the cat off the table but it was Christmas and if the cat was hungry then let it eat. You were happy that she was inside where it was nice and warm. “Merry Christmas boys.” You reached over the cat to hold up your wine glass. They held theirs up as well. “Can we have you for Christmas?” Hvitserk asked. You let out a sigh and wondered how many more holidays were you going to make it through before finally giving into their requests? 

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What might have been (but never was) [James P. March x Reader]

Warnings: ANGST.

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1912.

A really warm day and a lot of people under the same roof with no fresh air wasn’t a good combination. But it was Sunday and you and all your family were in the local Church. The Priest was talking about the Ten Commandments and how God talked to Moises ordering him to guide his people. In your opinion, boring and stupid. You covered your mouth to yawn. A young boy you knew very well, smiled at you. 

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Tainted Love (Crossover Series)~ Chapter 3

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Danielle went to the bar the next morning, James was off per usual with the children on their schooling. Liz just raised a brow at her choice in wear; a long-sleeved turtleneck black dress.

“So, what did you and James do last night?” she asked Danielle. “You cover up your body when you have scars to hide.”

Danielle just smiled as she played with her glass. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She played off, giggling a little.

They were far from alone at the bar, Tristan of course was there, but so was Michael, Gallant, and Coco.

“Oh, bitch. You have to spill the details, what did he do to you?” Gallant asked, gaining interest in the conversation.

Liz leaned over the counter with a smirk, “Did he spank you until your ass got sore?”

Michael just smirked behind his glass, knowing exactly what Danielle did with her husband last night.

“If you must know, me and James had some fun last night. After a pretty tame first round, he decided to get a little creative.” Danielle mused.

Michael cocked a brow as she started talking, he wasn’t aware of further activities after he finished himself off.

Danielle cleared her throat before she pulled up her sleeves to show the marks on her wrists from being tied up, the marks on her neck from him choking her, the various bite marks, and scratches on her shoulders. She went on about the toys he used and the various hold he had on her.

“Damn, I wouldn’t mind something like that.” Coco spoke as she listened to Danielle’s stories. Gallant was fanning himself with his hand as he listened, “Never thought a hetero couple could get me hot and bothered, where’s Will? I could use him for some fun.” Gallant spoke.

Danielle just chuckled, “Well it’s ten in the morning, so he’s probably at the school for his design session with the children. He’ll be done around noon.”

“It’s amazing how you have children living here, teaching them to be the new generation of survivors. It’s admirable.”  Michael spoke. “I am curious, what exactly do you teach them?”

“Well, I teach my daughter and son how to use their magical powers, aside from that I do the core mechanics, English, foreign language, math, sciences.” Danielle spoke, “Will offered to teach the children to sew and make their own clothes, James teaches them basic survival techniques. He enjoys to take them on field trip outside and kill the feral monsters that stalk the hotel.”

“We could definitely use you in The Sanctuary.” Michael noted. “You and the others.”

Danielle just shook her head, “I prefer to live out my years in the hotel, where my husband finds comfort and my children were born and raised. I am not moving anywhere.”

Michael just shrugged before, “Perhaps I can have some of us attend the classes, maybe get one on one sessions to help us prepare for the new world.”

Before Danielle could respond her cellphone rang.

“I was starting to worry, you missed your last check in. I see, well I’ll send word that route five is a dead zone until those monsters are dealt with.  Since Leila and Kai are near that route I’ll make sure they up their safety measures. You and Kyle stay safe, I’ll see you later today.”

She ended the phone call and sighed in annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” Liz asked.

“Nothing, Gabs and Kyle were ambushed during a supply run, thankfully nothing was stolen, but I have to abandon one of my routes, a port, and an air field. Then get in contact with my suppliers over seas and tell them about a new routing plan. It’s just tedious work.” Danielle spoke.

“Well, you are a boss bitch, nothing you can’t handle dear, I can take over your lessons for the day and tell James some business came up.” Liz offered.

Danielle smiled before thanking her, getting off of the bar stool and walking to the elevator. She made her way up to her suite, getting on her laptop to get a conference call made.

It took nearly the rest of the day to the for her to get her shipments rerouted and word of her new trade route out to her other workers. By the time she finished she was tired, getting to the lounge for dinner a few minutes later than everyone.

“I hope everyone’s day was more eventful than mine.” Danielle said as she took her seat. James kissed her cheek and helped her get the children settled in their seats as everyone started to eat.

“Oh Danielle, I hate to be a bother, but I was just wondering when my next fabric shipment from China will be coming?” Will asked.

“Kyle and Gabby are on their way with it, they should be here later tonight. They just had a little detour.” Danielle said. “I have a shipment of barely and rye coming in from Europe, should be here Tuesday, thankfully I’ve just been having issues with imports and not exports.”

James smiled and kissed her again, “You work too hard to keep us all well fed and clothed my dearest, I wish you take a break.”

She just smiled and leaned into him, whispering in his ear so the others couldn’t hear, “Oh you just want me lying in bed just so you can pump another child in me.”

He just chuckled, “Is that so wrong?”

She gave her husband another kiss before continuing to eat. There was some light chit chat among the hotel residents and the newcomers, mostly questions about the place. James was practically lit with joy as he was talking about the proud history of the hotel., even gloating at the darker parts.

Of course, almost everyone new was skeptical of what was going on. Witches, ghosts, murders, it sounded so surreal. “Well, I wouldn’t dare want to challenge the dead here, we all have a tendency to prove outsiders wrong.” James spoke, almost ominously.

“Dear, let’s not get you in trouble now.” I told you, “The last thing you want in another attempted exorcism.”

“Well, you know witches are – well were real. There was that interview with one a few years back, made the news and stuff.” Coco said. “Doubt they survived a nuclear war though. Even magic can’t stop that.”

Michael just looked on smugly. “Exactly, magic can’t outlive a nuclear bomb.”

“And yet here we are.” Danielle spoke. “This building itself is surrounded by a protection barrier, kept us safe during the fallout.”

Danielle’s gaze was quick to shift away from Michael to just behind him. “Kyle, Gabriella!” She spoke happily as she got out of her chair to greet them. “It’s so good to see you two safe.”

Michael nearly choked on his drink when he saw Gabriella. Memories flooded his head of her. The first day she walked through the doors of the warlock academy. The training she did with him to help him perform the seven wonders. How they fell in love and how he broke her heart.

He believed that she most likely died in the fallout, but seeing her standing before him, breathing and alive, had him feel both shame and happiness. He forgot about Danielle for a moment, thinking about the life he could have if Gabriella was back with him. How happy they could be as they usher the new world order together.

“Iris has your room keys, after dinner you two can rest up, relax.” Danielle said.

Michael couldn’t contain his smile, letting it slip through and bring a curl to his lip. I’ll have you back with me soon Gabriella.

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Tainted Love (Crossover Series) ~Chapter 2

Oh boy, we get two smut for the price of one. I am on a role right now. Anyway. Please enjoy! Tag train: @langdonsgun​ @binxee @cupkayyyke @fragilelikeabomb0106 @bright-alie

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Danielle took a swim in the pool, her clothes all gathered right before the stairs. Her body took in the nice waters as her aches were slowly melting away. She found herself just lounging in the pool corner, her head resting along the edge.

“Come to watch me bathe? Pervert.” Danielle cooed as her eyes opened from the sound of boots hitting the pavement. Michael just smirked as he came around to her side, squatting next to her.

“If this really is a problem then kick me out.” Michael challenged, only to chuckle when she just shrugged him off and returned to her relaxing state.

“You know, you are someone I can really use on my team. Something about you Is just intriguing.” He said, his fingers just tracing along her shoulder.

“Perhaps it’s because you saw me kill those cannibal bastards in my lobby. I figure the Anti-Christ would be one to enjoy the sights of murder and the sinful like.” Danielle said plainly. “Oh, don’t act so surprised, you may have gotten those humans fooled about who you are, but not to someone like me.”

“And what exactly is a person like you?” Michael asked confused and intrigued with her calmness around him. “The only ones who ever knew my true nature, I’ve killed, and yet you don’t smell of those people.”

“Because unlike those Salem descendants, my powers didn’t come from the pact with Satan or his other fallen angels. My powers came from a higher source, the old Gods. The ones who created very man who casted your father out of heaven.” Danielle said coolly, her face turned as she smiled at Michael who was flustered.

“A blood witch? Impossible, I was told your kind died out millennia ago.” He spoke.  Danielle kept her eye contact with Michael, only for him to shake and choke slightly.

“Last I recall, the Anti-Christ has never been able to stand up to a blood witch. So, tell me how does a brain aneurysm feel?” she said with a chuckle before releasing him.  

Michael gasped for air before collecting himself after a minute, his mind still shaking over the possibility that this woman could best him. “What’s stopping me from killing you exactly?” he finally spoke.

“Frankly, I just don’t give a shit. If you wish to plunge the world into an eternal darkness of sin, by all means. I’ll just be here with my family dining on steaks and enjoying my life.” Danielle spoke dismissively to him.

His smile returned to him once again, “Or you can take up my offer and join me. I can tell you enjoy the world in chaos as much as I do. So, make it happen with me. I can make the experience rather lucrative.” His hand came to rest on her shoulder as he spoke before he took the advantage of her closed eyes and dared himself to move his hand further.

               “I can tell you now that my husband has me rather fulfilled in that department, but if you insist on showing me what you can do, then by all means.” Danielle spoke.

               Michael got up and stripped down until he was just as naked as Danielle, before slipping into the water. He was more than eager to take her offer and wanted nothing more than to act as fast as he could before her mind changed.

               His hands came to her hips, where she immediately wrapped her legs around him. She brought a hand down and wrapped it around his length, stroking it only once as she used some magic to get him erect.

               Michael shuttered as he felt Danielle slowly rub herself on his shaft, only to finally snap right back and let his hands roam her body. He found himself fondling her chest, pinching, and twisting on her perk nipples before squeezing them in his hands and alternating between actions.

               Danielle gasped at the motion and let her hips start to move slightly faster as she did slightly enjoy his touch. The only thing that bothered her where how soft his hands were. After James, she enjoyed much rougher touches from a man’s hand.

               Michael’s head came down to her shoulder, groaning out his pleasures right in her ear as she rode along him, feeling every throb and twitch of his cock.

               “I do have to admit, you are rather nice.” Danielle moaned out. Michael caught her in a brief sloppy kiss. Their tongues played with each other, swirling against one another before they were exploring each other’s mouths.

               Danielle could feel Michael’s movements finally get a little sloppy and erratic, so she pulled away from him to see his face. She just smirked as she saw his red blush, mouth agape, and eyes shut tight as he was trying so hard to fight himself. His muscles tensed as he was trying to hold Danielle down to quit her rubbing against his throbbing cock.

               “Tsk tsk tsk. You already lost Michael. No point in saving yourself.” Danielle teased and brought her hand around to rub what was still exposed of his shaft and pumped him quickly. He let out a strained groaned as he felt himself cum, his head falling to her shoulder once again as she felt him pulsate and spill his seed into the water.

               Once he finished, Danielle pulled herself off of him with a cocky smirk on her face. She moved him slightly, so she could leave him to recuperate on his own. “Do make sure Miss. Evers cleans the pool. No one likes cum in the water.” Danielle spoke as she got out.

               “You used magic on me, there was no way I would have lasted.” Michael pointed out, still slightly out of breath.

               “I use magic on my husband and he can still last hours, not my fault you can’t control yourself. Now, I would say that was fun, but it was sadder than anything.” Danielle said as she wrapped a towel around her.  “I’ll see you at dinner.”

               With her last words spoken she apparated out of the pool room and up to her suite to change.

Michael just laid in the pool, smiling as he just laid in the water for a moment before getting out and changing. Just as Danielle requested he notified the front desk that the pool needed to be drained and cleaned before he went to enjoy a drink at the bar.

Come dinner time, the tables were set in the lounge as everyone opted to eat together, most likely a choice that Venable made. Despite no longer being under the rules of the Outpost, she still insisted that the former guidelines and rules be followed regardless and had Ms. Meade enact punishment if needed.

“Holy crap.” Gallant spoke as he came to take his seat next to Will Drake, “I honestly thought you were shitting me about the food, but…it’s all here.”

He nearly choked on his words, as tears were close to forming in his eyes.  “Well finally, an actual meal.” Evie spoke as she took her seat just next to her grandson.

Danielle just smiled as Miss. Evers helped her into her chair at the end of one of the sides. There were cards on three place settings, one where the usual head of the household sat and two right across from her.  

“Are we expecting more guests? Would you prefer everyone to wait?” Venable asked as she noticed the three empty chairs.

Danielle quickly dismissed her. “It’s just my husband and our two children. They tend to be late for dinner when they go out and hunt. James won’t mind if you all start eating.”

“What is your secret because you do not have the body of a mother. Did you adopt?” Coco asked.

“No, I can assure you me and my husband made kids together. I have the photos to prove it. I just have a rigorous work out routine.” She responded. “Now, please everyone. Dig in.”

No one further hesitated, and started to eat, groaning in delight of the meal before them.

               It was about halfway through dinner that James finally arrived home with the children, going up to the lounge to greet everyone.  James was in his usual attire of a rolled-up button up, suspenders, and dress pants. A gun was resting on his hip in a hostler. The children took off their hazmat suits in the lobby and came running to Danielle.

               Danielle got up from her seat and came to hug her husband, giving him a loving kiss.

“How was the hunting my love?” she asked as she helped the kids settle in their seats.

               “Wonderful, killed about ten radiated cannibals. Annabelle here shot her first gun.” He spoke proudly of his three-year-old daughter. James took his wife’s hand in his as she moved around his chair, only to pull her into his lap.

James just coyly smirked at her, eying her in her skin tight pink latex pencil dress. His hand came to rub the off-shoulder strap slowly, taking in the feel of material.

“I figured you would enjoy this ensemble my beloved, given our recent discovery in the bedroom.” Danielle whispered in his ear.

“You absolute tease.” he responded, speaking lowly and slowly knowing how his wife enjoyed the lower octave.

Danielle responded with a giggle before introducing her husband to the new guests staying with them.

“Well it is a delight to see new faces, ones who hopefully aren’t here to try and attack us.” James joked, “My name is James Patrick March.”

“Well we thank you and your wife for allowing us to seek refuge here while our convoys arrive.” Venable spoke.

“Yes, this is truly a blessing, thank you.” Dinah said, “Now I do wish to ask, where is dessert? With good food like this after months of starving, I’m finding myself still hungry.”

“Right here miss.” Hazel spoke as she handed out plates of Tiramisu to everyone.  

“Miss. Evers do make sure the rooms are stocked with food. If our guests are hungry we would make sure they don’t starve themselves.” James spoke.

“Yes sir.” Miss. Evers spoke before disappearing around the corner.

“Momma, daddy. We’re finished.” Annabelle spoke as she showed her parents the empty plates. Danielle looked at her kids and got up from James’ lap. “I’ll take them to bed, you finish your dinner. I’ll see you up in the room later my love.” Danielle spoke before taking her kids to their suite.                                      

 Once Danielle left, Michael found his chance to stir a little trouble. “So you’re the husband. I must say you’re rather underperforming.”

nd what is it that you find underperforming exactly?” James asked, brow raised and cognac in hand.

Michael just lazily shrugged, “An Adonis of sorts. You are barely a Hercules. Broad shoulders, large muscles, definitely more than 6 feet tall. No wonder she allows men to touch her freely. You can’t possibly be pleasing her.”

James took a harsh breath, gripping his glass tightly. “Are you telling me that you touched my wife?”

“I wouldn’t say touch, more of give her what she needed. I had her moaning like a ghost with my hands. Such a depraved woman. Doubt you have the same effect.” Michael spoke in a calm but stinging manner.

James cleared his throat before loosening his cravat slightly. “No actually. I make her scream instead.” he smirked at his comeback before excusing himself from the table, intending on dealing with his wife.

As he got to the suite he found his wife had finished putting the children to sleep in their rooms. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she came to his side almost instantly. “Please tell me that now I can bring my husband to bed.” she cooed before kissing him.

He pulled her away, his eyes stern and filled with anger. “Did you let that disgusting long haired man touch you?” he asked simply.

Danielle pouted, letting out a sigh. “He was watching me bathe dear and I gave him a little opportunity to play with me. Man didn’t even last an entire three minutes before he was cumming in the water. Why does it matter anyway, you’ve seen men do this to me all the time, it’s in my nature to seduce.”

“Yes, but all those times I gave you the consent and we were hunting.” he countered.

She raised a brow. “And the times we were just purely doing it for sexual pleasure? The women you watched me fuck and whatnot without your say?”

“Those were women, he is a man. I don’t like my property being groped and fondled by other men. Especially if they make you feel things only I should make you feel.” he said behind a harsh whisper as not to wake the kids.

“Is that what he told you? The most he got was a strained purr, my nipples have seen sore due to your constant biting, so it felt nice getting them rubbed. He was far from turning me on.” Danielle clarified. She smiled and slowly came up to her husband, put her hands around his neck.

“James you know I prefer your touch to other men. The way your calloused fingers rub against my soft delicate flesh. How good it feels around my neck.” she purred. She brought her head up to kiss and nip along his neck as she continued to seduce him. “How they know how to rub my breasts and make me melt before you. How just two fingers make my body quiver and shake under you from orgasm after orgasm.”

His hands came to her back, flexing and gripping her tightly as he started to grow in arousal.

“I adore your teeth scraping against my hard nipples as you let that devilish tongue glide over each one and play with them. I adore the marks you leave on my body as a constant remind of me being yours.”

She brought her lips up and kissing him, her tongue dancing with his as her body was beginning to ache for him. Her free hand moved downward and groped his erection, palming and squeezing it. He let out a hiss from the pleasure before she came to bite and tug on his bottom lip. “Most of all I adore your thick cock ramming me, showing me exactly who’s whore I am. And I’m always more than happy to be reminded my love. Don’t listen to that sad naive man because you know that you’re the only one who makes me scream my loudest and cum my hardest each and every time.”

James growled at his wife; his hand came to wrap around her neck before he brought his lips down to bite hers. His tongue made a quick mess, playing with hers and surveying her mouth before abruptly pulling away to further tease her. His eyes still burned with anger, but now lust was just sneaking behind it.

“Get to the bed. Now. You still need to be punished.” James grunted into her ear before smacking her ass and sending her off.

She was more than thrilled and happy to follow his instruction as she made her way to the bed.  He followed right behind and right before she came to sit on the bed he grabbed her arm, stopping her.

She felt his hand come up her back, finding the zipper to the dress and unzipping her. He undressed her expertly with his hands, the dress falling to the ground in a mere second.

“No panties?” he asked more as confirmation as he eyed her naked rear

“I can’t have lines in my dress.” Danielle said smoothly.

James gave her another rough spank on the ass before taking a seat at the edge of the bed.  Danielle noticed a sinister glare in her husband’s eyes, someone was watching them.

“Over my lap.” James spoke. She obeyed and laid over him; her upper body flush to the mattress and her lower body on his lap.

James let his hand rub the already red patch on her skin before smacking her. Her body reacted with curled toes and a groan yelled into the mattress.

“That’s it, we wouldn’t want the children seeing mommy being punished now.” James growled. He spanked her again, rubbing the raw flesh in between hits. Her inner thighs were slickened with her arousal as each hit pushed her.

She lifted her head lazily and looked at him with hooded eyes. “J-James, please I’ve learned my lesson.” she begged. “I’ve missed you my love, let me feel you again.”

His hand came to the back of her head and gripped her hair. “Will you allow another man to touch you again?” he growled. His fingers edged her as they ghosted against her throbbing core.

“I promise James.” she groaned. “Please, I need you.”

He just smirked and moved her, forcing her to all fours on the bed.

In his room Michael was watching everything transpire, disappointed that his bait didn’t lead to a fight, but he still didn’t mind watching Danielle get fucked by her husband.

His human half, the part of him that he hated, got the better of him and he found himself in his lounge chair gripping his bare erection in his hand.

He began to stroke himself as he watched James undo his pants and push himself into his wife. His thighs tensed as he bucked into his hand, the sounds of Danielle’s gagged moans helping along.

“Careful Danielle. I don’t think the kids want to see mommy and daddy fucking.” Michael spoke to himself, mocking the earlier made comment.

James had his hand move to wrap around her throat as he started to quicken his pace, the only noises heard where the creaking of the bed and their skin hitting against one another. Michael smirked as Danielle’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth dropped open. Her body spasmed violently so that James had to wrap his arms around her lower torso to keep himself in her as she came around his throbbing cock.

“Don’t let her end there James. Make her do it again.” Michael spoke. It was as if James heard his words as he immediately flipped them. James on his back with Danielle laying on him in a reverse cowgirl position. One arm of his stretched around her breasts and covered her mouth while the other was vigorously rubbing her throbbing clitoris as he quickly fucked her.

Michael started to gain speed in his own session, watching Danielle squirm while getting a good clear view of her soaked core. Then finally his body tense with Danielle as she came again, this time a stream of fluid leaving her body and her screaming being covered by James’ hand. Ropes of his thick warm cum covered his lap and hand and James soon followed suit throbbing and pumping his seed into her.

Michael leaned back into his seat, smirking as he watched Danielle still continue to twitch in the afterglow.

“Oh, I am not letting go of you yet my dear. I will have you before I leave this place.” Michael spoke before he leaned back into his chair and relaxed.

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Tainted Love (Crossover series) ~Chapter 1

So here’s my crack at a season 8 fic series, this is going to be semi canon because oops, writing this when there’s only been two episodes out. Anyway enjoy! Tag train: @langdonsgun @binxee @cupkayyyke @fragilelikeabomb0106

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“Congratulations, you have all been accepted into the sanctuary.” Michael spoke to the people of outpost three. “There will be a convoy ready to pick us up to take us to the sanctuary tomorrow morning, be prompt or you will be left here to die.”

 The group dismissed, all with high hopes that they were leaving this hell hole soon. By morning, they were all loaded into convoys, strong enough to withstand any radiation leaks, and any monsters that were lurking in the wastelands.

 Of course, per Venable’s instructions the surviving breeders were separated from the workers of the outpost and went in a separate convoy.

 “So where exactly is the sanctuary?” Timothy asked, “How far of a drive will it be?”

 “That is all classified, to ensure the secrecy and safety of the facility.” Michael simply told him with a small curl of the lip. “I will inform you of when we have arrived, for now just rest, relax and enjoy the ride.”

 Coco just sighed, her head over exaggeratedly pressed against the head rest. “But it’s so boring, there’s no view to look at, music to listen too, hell no bottled water? What are we? Poor?”

 “No, but we are living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape where resources are limited to nonexistent.” Venable said coolly.

 “So, it’s best to keep things in perspective.” Dinah said in response.

 Coco just sighed and rolled her eyes, “Whatever. I’m just thirsty right now.”

There was a long silence afterwards, despite Coco’s constant pouting and sighing from boredom attempting to fill it.

 Then suddenly there was a thud, that rocked the convoys a little.

 “What the hell was that?” Gallant asked.

 “Strong winds, we are around the coast, no buffers to protect us.” Michael simply responded. “The convoys will be able to survive such conditions.”

 Another blow hit them, much harder, and nearly rocked the convoys to their side, before there were a series of smaller rapid blows. Finally, the glass cracked on the windshield and everyone scrambled to get their gas masks on before the radiation would begin to seep inside.  

 “I don’t think that’s just strong wind.” Coco said as the attack continued, rocking the convoy, and frightening some of the passengers.

 There was a loud shriek from the outside before something attacked the side of the convoy, causing it to tumble to the side. The second convoy came to a halt only to be side swipe just like the first.

 Trying to break the glass were feral cannibals and canker pus monsters, attracted to the noise of the car engines.

 Michael just calmly looked out to the passenger window, making eye contact with the monsters. They all suddenly stopped their attack and seceded. 

every passenger was disoriented from the crash that they had yet to notice the decrepit hotel next to them. Venable was the first to call attention as she came too. “Hurry up, inside before the pus monsters and cannibals come by again.” she said as she attempted to kick the topside door, only for Mrs.Meade to get it open. Everyone followed lead as they unstrapped themselves from their seats and ran inside the hotel, Michael just casually and collectively freeing him.

Coco, with her gas mask on quickly pulled the door for the second convoy, only helping Mallory get out while leaving the other Greys to get themselves out.

They quickly ran inside the building with the others, as they didn’t find the stupidity to wait out in the radioactive wasteland. To their surprise the interior was immaculate, the carpet freshly vacuumed, soft jazz played through the speakers in the lobby, the art deco looked new and dust free. It was as if the nuclear bombs that landed had not touched the hotel. “Hello, welcome to the Hotel Cortez.” said a woman voice, low and sultry in nature. The group turned their heads to see a woman behind them, wrapped in black fur and wearing a fitted gown, her leg exposed to the hip with a side slit and blue hair draped her shoulders in waves. “I’m Danielle March.” She spoke again, “I own the building.”

She offered a kind smile to them all before walking around to the front of the group. “I can smell the radiation on you all, I suggest a dip into the pool will help clear it. Follow me please.”

The group were hesitant, all under the assumption that life outside of the outposts were nonexistent. Nonetheless, she had yet to attack them, so they trusted her warily.

“Iris, can you make sure Miss. Evers recleans the lobby?” Danielle said as she passed the front counter. “Yes Mrs. March.” The older plump woman responded. “Are these guests of yours staying here?”

“We’ll see. It’s their choice.”  Danielle spoke before continuing her walk to the pool. She unlocked the pool doors for them. The pool steaming from hot water, a table of scrubbing brushes and special soaps were by the pool stairs and a large cloth divider strung up through the center of the pool.

“I hope you all aren’t shy about your bodies, granted you can bathe with your clothes, but generally to get the radiation off, nudity is required.” Danielle spoke.

“We appreciate the assistance, thank you.” Venable spoke, “Everyone strip, it would be rude to come into someone’s hope, riddled with contaminates and jeopardize their survival.”

“Feel free to leave your clothes on the floor, Miss. Evers will come by to gather and clean them, I’ll have fresh clothes brought down shortly. If you have any further inquiries I will be up in the bar.” Danielle said before turning around and leaving her random guests to it.

As they bathed, everyone enjoyed the water, “So what do we do? Shoot everyone here? Raid the place?” Gallant asked.

“We shouldn’t we should just call for help, wait here. Danielle seems harmless, I mean she would have tried something by now if she wasn’t.” Timothy said.

“I just want that damn dress of hers.” Coco said.  “I’d kill for clothes like that, let me just raid her wardrobe.”

“We will go with Timothy’s plan,” Michael said, “I’ll send word to The Cooperative, so they can send help and we can go to The Sanctuary. For now, we should take up this woman’s hospitality.”

Everyone just agreed with Michael, given his position in the group.

Miss. Evers came around with the fresh clothes for them all, nice comfortable evening gowns for the women and pressed suits for the men.

“I hope you don’t mind the formal wear, Mr. Drake doesn’t make casual wear.” She said sweetly before gathering the radiated clothes.

“Wait…you aren’t talking about Will Drake, the fashion designer?” Coco asked.

Miss. Evers paused, “Yes, he would be all in the same. He was a prior owner of the hotel before selling it to Danielle, he still resides here.”

Gallant’s eyes widened, “No fucking way, are you telling me I get to wear Will Drake’s clothing? This is like the best day ever.”

“Should you be so haphazardly handling the clothes like that? Just cradled in your arms, no protection whatsoever?” Mrs. Meade pointed out.

Miss. Evers just shook her head, “Radiation doesn’t affect me dear, I’m dead already.” She hummed as she walked away with the dirty clothes, her steps turning more phantom like as she disappeared.

The group just looked at each other confused by her statement before they all changed into their new clothes.

“I have to admit, do not miss the shabby dress clothes from the outpost.” Emily said unashamed of the indirect insult to Venable.

They all walked out, back tracking to the lobby, spic and span and not reading on any radiates as Iris walked around with a Geiger counter.

They heard laughter upstairs in the bar and they all walked up the steps towards it. At the bar Danielle was chatting with her brother Tristan and Liz, Will just sitting off to the side adding a comment or two into the conversation.

Danielle’s head turned slightly, and she smiled. “Ah, I see you all are getting acquainted, have you decided if you will be staying?”

Michael stepped forward to speak for everyone’s behalf. “We will be staying for a while, just until our responders come with a second convoy to take us to our destination.”

“Well how lovely, you should go see Iris in the front counter for room keys. Please do feel at home, since I treat this place as my own. We will have dinner served at 7 promptly in the lounge, call down if you prefer to eat in room.” Danielle spoke.

“What exactly is for dinner?” Dinah asked.

“We are having beef wellington, side of roasted vegetables, fresh rolls, butter, and tiramisu.” Liz said. “We just had our shipment from the farm today.”

Their eyes widened, Michael his calm self as usual about the news.

“You guys have a farm?” Meade asked in disbelief.

Danielle nodded, “I was aware that nuclear fallout was inevitable, so I made arrangements for an underground farm. We have a steady supply of food that is transported via the subbasement tunnels that run along the city. We also make our alcohol in-house, my husband can’t go on without his cognac.”

“How is this not The Sanctuary?” Gallant said. He went and took a seat next to Will Drake, almost immediately getting sucked into a conversation with the man. The others went downstairs to get their room keys.

The next thing heard was Coco screaming bloody murder as feral cannibals ran inside at the sight of the fresh meat.  Danielle was quick to react, grabbing an ice pick and jumping down and landing right on top of one of them, her stiletto heel severing the creature’s spinal cord.

The other cannibal turned, its attention turned to Danielle as its partner let out a blood curdling shriek. It charged right at Danielle who firmly gripped the ice pick in her hand. Quickly she stabbed the creature in its eye before repeatedly in its face and finally slit its throat.

Blood splattered all over her face and dress.  “Miss. Evers!” she called out, only for the housekeeper to appear before her from the elevator. “Dispose of the bodies in the furnace and clean up if you can. I’ll be in the pool getting cleaning up.”

Miss. Evers nodded and picked up the bodies with ease, placing them in a linen cart, before tending to the mess on the carpet. “Mr. March would not enjoy a messy hotel.” She said as she started scrubbing.

Upstairs on the balcony, Michael watched Danielle as she sauntered towards the direction of the pool still dripping in blood only for it to cling to her dress.  His eyes wide and smile big, the way she was calm in her murder was more than attractive to him. He never considered to have a partner in crime, but he was more than willing to consider her as a potential one.

“Perhaps our stay will be extended for a few days,” Michael spoke out freely to whoever heard him. “This place has spiked my interest.”

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Vikings and a Christmas Tree

Sequel to Turkey with a side of Vikings Read it HERE Warnings: bunch of Vikings shenanigans, language, humour, NSFW, sexual tension 

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*** You woke up like you did every single morning since Loki decided to get his revenge on you…squished between heavy and seriously loud snoring vikings. At first it was just Ivar that insisted he need to lay with you. Then came Sigurd, arguing that he needed to make sure Ivar didn’t touch you unless it was welcomed. And then Hvitserk insisted he needed to make sure he was there so if the brothers did try to fight over you he would keep you safe under the covers. So for the first week after Thanksgiving, you had Ivar on your left, Sigurd on your right, and Hvitserk literally slept with his arms around your waist and his face resting upon your stomach as though you were his pillow. Since your bed was a queen size you had been a little squished but it was still doable. But then Ubbe and Bjorn found out that they were the only ones that slept in the living room and they seemed almost insulted. Apparently they had to be there to “manage the situation” because they were the older brothers and that was what they did. So then you found yourself sleeping on your side with Ivar in front of you. Behind you was Ubbe and Bjorn. Sigurd had made his way to the foot of your bed and Hvitserk stayed sleeping on your legs as though you were his body pillow. You felt fingers gently run up your hip and your entire body became stiff. “Hvitserk, what do you think you are doing?” Ubbe asked from behind you. “Finding new ways to wake her up. She said she had a busy day ahead, did she not?” Hvitserk replied. “I don’t recall her asking for you to wake her up. She said that is what the alarm by her bed is for.” Ubbe sounded annoyed. You let out a huff and began trying to work your way out of the bed. “So … We celebrated Yule quite according. Now what are we to do for your Christmas?” Hvitserk and Ubbe moved out of your bed. “Usually families and friends give gifts and there’s a Christmas tree and all these pretty lights.” You explained. “But we do not have a tree. Shall we go get one?” Ubbe asked. You began picking up all the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered across your floor. “We will get one today after you guys get dressed.” “We are dressed. I’ll go get my axe!” Hvitserk ran behind you. You threw all the clothes in the basket. “Hvitserk, I have already said many times before if we’re to leave the house you need to wear today’s clothes. You can’t go wearing a tunic and trousers.” Ubbe gave off a small smile. “Alright, we shall get dressed while you get ready and then we shall get the tree.” You released a sigh in relief. “Thank you.” The moment you turned into the bathroom to shower you heard a bunch of heavy feet running through the house. Then came the sound of a door slamming shut. You quickly ran back to your room to find an empty bed with Ivar crawling towards the door. “Where is everyone?” You asked. “They left to retrieve your tree.” Ivar replied. “What?” You asked with widened eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they will find the biggest tree for you.” Ivar spoke as he started crawling towards the living room. *** Ubbe stood with his axe hanging over his shoulder and his blue eyes narrowed on one tree. “This one should do.” He replied. “It’s supposed to be small enough to fit in her home.” Hvitserk commented. “What’s the matter, Hvitserk? You don’t think our Dear friend Y/N deserves the most beautiful tree?” Ubbe asked. Bjorn chuckled at his two younger brothers. “What I’m having trouble understanding, Brother is why are you suddenly so over generous with Y/N?” Hvitserk shot back. “What does it matter to you?” Ubbe asked. Hvitserk clenched his jaw tight. “You have Margrethe at home. Let me have Y/N here.” “I know I have Margrethe. I share her plenty with you. Why don’t we just agree to share Y/N here?” Ubbe responded. Hvitserk growled and turned away before stomping towards another tree. “Why do you laugh Bjorn?” Ubbe asked. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the one Y/N wants.” Bjorn replied. “If that is what you want to think.” Ubbe shrugged the words off and followed Hvitserk. * * * Hours had passed on and you were pacing in your living room with your arms folded over your chest. Ivar was sitting on the couch, snacking on some holiday popcorn with his eyes wide open. The tv was on with a bunch of doctors standing around talking about a patient and the Christmas miracle they would need to save her life. “I don’t understand. What is it to these people of that woman lives or dies? They don’t even know her.” Ivar wondered as he shoved another hand full of popcorn in his mouth. “Their doctors, Ivar. It’s what they do. They heal people.” You replied. Ivar turned to you and then went back to staring at the tv. “Now…If those boys don’t get back soon I’m going to have to go out and look for them. Until then I’m going to start cooking. If you want to do something you can pull out the lights for the tree.” You retrieved a couple of boxes that was marked “xmas lights”. *** Sigurd, Bjorn, and Hvitserk were dragging the tree while Ubbe walked in front of them. He stopped in his tracks when he saw something cross his path. It was a beautiful black and white cat. “Wait.” Ubbe stopped and kept his voice quiet. “What is it?” Sigurd asked. “We need to bring Y/N back a gift.” Ubbe crouched down. “Isn’t that what the tree is?” Bjorn asked. “No the tree is something we have to fancy up.” Hvitserk explained. “What are you doing Ubbe?” Sigurd asked. Ubbe got on his knees and scooped the cat in his arms. “A cat, it’s the perfect gift! She’ll love it.” Ubbe winked at Hvitserk and continued taking strides towards the house. *** You had just finished glazing the ham and placed it back in the oven when you heard a loud thud. “Ivar? You alright?” You walked into the living room and accidentally let out the loudest giggle ever. Ivar was wiggle like a worm on the floor with the lights wrapped and knotted all around him. “How… I… How?” You asked as you began unwrapping the lights. “The cursed things tangle too easily.” Ivar growled. You didn’t reply you just nodded in agreement and continued to work your way through the lights. The door to your house opened and you heard a pair of footsteps run right to your room. Sigurd and Bjorn came to your view dragging in the tree. You opened your mouth wide as the boys began setting it up. It was a big bushy green tree that barely fit in the corner. They set it down and stood in front of you like proud puppies. “Well… What do you think?” Hvitserk asked. “Its beautiful thank you.” You smiled. “We got the tree. So what now?” Bjorn asked. “Now we decorate it.” You moved another box by the tree and began opening the box. “Hey… Where did Ubbe go?” “Oh he’s… Taking care of something.” You jumped up and began storming towards your room. “No wait!” All the boys except Ivar called out for you. You didn’t listen you opened the door to your room and found Ubbe sitting on the floor and there was a full grown black and white cat wrapped in wrapping paper. It’s head was the other thing unwrapped. “What the-” Ubbe held his hands out towards the cat as if he was presenting it to you. “Merry Christmas! Our gift to you.” You let out a sigh. “Ubbe you guys didn’t have to get me a gift. I appreciate what you did but…That might be someone else’s cat.” “Not anymore.” Ubbe replied. The cat ran out of the wrapping paper and shot down the hallway. “Hey Cat.” Ivar spoke in the room. It was quickly followed by a loud painful groan. “NO NO BAD CAT! BAD CAT!” Ubbe followed you back to the living room to find the cat clenched tight around Ivar’s legs nipping at his legs and the rope tied around them. Bjorn stood back laughing with Sigurd. “Oh no, Ivar. Are you okay?” You picked the cat up and gently placed it behind you. “It attacked Me!” Ivar looked around to glare at the cat. “She must have been playful. She was going for your rope, not your legs.” You explained. “Y/N, where does this thing go?” Hvitserk asked as he held up the Angel. “The top.” You replied. Bjorn snatched the Angel out of Hvitserk’s hand and turned around to put the Angel on top. You went back to the kitchen and began setting the dinner table up. Christmas music came from the tv in the living room followed by the boys chuckling. “I know you’re not supposed to say ‘I told you so’… But I told you so.” “Ivar…What…” You peaked in your living room to see Ubbe and Bjorn struggling with the lights. “I go this way. . You go that way.” Bjorn tried instructing Ubbe. They twirled like little ballerinas and you joined the other vikings on the couch. Hvitserk stood up and headed for the kitchen. “Hey, I’m hungry. When is the feast going to be ready?” “Don’t worry Hvitserk, it’s ready.” You got off the couch. “Sigurd help your brothers.” Ivar followed you into the kitchen and found a seat for himself. You were gathering wine glasses when Ubbe leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smile. “So…You like the gift? I was the one that thought you would like the cat.” He was almost speaking in a flirtatious way. You smiled at him. “I do. Thank you Ubbe.” “So I was thinking maybe after the feast we can-” “Be careful he’s got a wife in Kattegate.” Hvitserk literally jumped in front of Ubbe. “But I don’t.” “Shut up!” Ubbe ordered You felt your face burn hot at his words. Was Ubbe just trying to get into your pants? “Look! Presents!” Sigurd came into the kitchen with his arms full of wrapped gifts for the boys. “Wait!” You spoke but it was too late they tore right through the gifts with big smiles plastered on their faces. You had gotten Bjorn a necklace with a carved coin on it of that of Odin. Ubbe received a hatchet, Hvitserk a dagger with Norse words carved into it, Sigurd a bracelet in the shape of a snake, and Ivar had Chinese throwing stars and a set of throwing knives. “Such wonderful gifts Y/N, thank you.” Ivar smiled at you. You nodded your head and sat down at the table to begin the feast. “Of course, you could have just saved yourself some trouble and given yourself to us for Christmas.” He began. You nearly choked on air when he said that. “I think that’s the first time I’ll ever agree with Ivar.” Sigurd commented. “Excuse me?” Ivar asked in disbelief as he turned to Sigurd. You reached for some food and began to eat your food in silence with the brothers. The cat jumped on the table and literally walked right through the food on your plate. You put your fork down as the cat began eating your ham. Maybe any other day you would have wanted the cat off the table but it was Christmas and if the cat was hungry then let it eat. You were happy that she was inside where it was nice and warm. “Merry Christmas boys.” You reached over the cat to hold up your wine glass. They held theirs up as well. “Can we have you for Christmas?” Hvitserk asked. You let out a sigh and wondered how many more holidays were you going to make it through before finally giving into their requests? 

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Turkey With a Side of Viking

Summary: Reader tricks the hidden God, Floki in a card game. As revenge he sends all 5 of the sons of Ragnar to her time during Thanksgiving to crash her holiday plans. A/N: This oneshot is inspired by the series Sons Of a Thunderstorm by @bonniebird. She gave me permission to write this so thank you for that Sweetie. Warnings: language, mentions of violence, trickery, bunch of viking shenanigans on Thanksgiving 

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You licked your lips in anticipation. The man across you peeked at you from behind his cards. His dark hair was brushed back and his blue eyes were a strange bright blue. A color you never seen before and he carried something about him but none the less he was about to fall victim to one of your tricks. You were gonna win this game and win big. “Well Mr. Low Key, it was nice playing with you but I think it’s time you read them and wheep.” You placed the cards on the table. The man searched the cards and you watched his face twist with anger. “No one’s ever beat me before. How did you do it? You cheated!” He accused. You widened your eyes. “I would never!” He clenched his jaw tight as a proud smile crossed your face. “Just the luck of the draw I guess. I’ll take my winnings now. Got a busy day tomorrow. Alot of food to cook and all.” You watched his entire body stiffen. Steam was coming from his ears. “But for your sake I do hope your cooking’s not as bad as your game.” “It’s Loki.” The man replied calmly. He bore a twisted smile that made your blood run cold. “Loki? Like the… ” You weren’t given a chance to finish your question. A cold wind began to grow in the room. Your hair whipped as a dark tunnel covered your vision. *** “What is this?” A man’s deep voice brought you out of your sleep. You blinked and sat up quickly. It was just a dream right? Playing a card game with Loki? It had to be a dream. Then you heard loud rattling and a loud thud from your living room. “Ah, mighty Thor in Valhala!!” Another voice cried out. You quickly climbed out of your bed to retrieve your Louisville slugger. The wooden floor beneath you creaked and you winced. Shit! The door to your room slammed open and nearly came off the hinges. Your wooden bat fell from the corner of your room as the big man dressed in strange clothes entered your room. His blue eyes scanned your body as a smile grew upon his face. “Woah, woah easy there.” You held your hands up in surrender. The blonde stranger whistled through his teeth and you felt your heart leap to your throat. Another followed him but this one had hair more of a dark red color. But same matching blue eyes. “What is it?” The dark haired man asked before turning to you. “What is going on? Why are you in my house?!” You asked. The blonde came towards you and you tried to back up but he gripped your arm. His blue eyes scanned your body. “What is that you are wearing? What is all this?” The one with dark hair began raiding your bureau, pulling all sorts of clothes out. You weren’t sure if you were terrified or amused. They looked like…Vikings! Except without the horned hats. “Brothers look! There’s a big white box that’s cold on the inside but filled with…” Another man entered the room. “What the… how many of you are there?” You squeaked. “Well then who is this?” The third asked asked he approached you and began walking circles around you. “Tell us what has happened! One moment we are in Kattegate the next we are here!” The tall blonde one demanded. You looked at him and wrenched your arm out of his tight grip. “I don’t know! I woke up and you barged in my room!” It was then you realized that it wasn’t a dream. You cheated in a card game with Loki and angered him. It only made sense for the God of mischief to prank you on Thanksgiving day. “Shit.” You whispered. “You gotta be kidding me.” “What nonsense are you speaking?” The Second one asked. “This is my fault. I cheated Loki in a game and he must have sent you here as a punishment for my crime.” You confessed. The one that was holding you released your arm and brought his fingers to his forehead. The third man dug into the bag of grapes you had and popped one in his mouth. “Well, no sense in worrying at the moment. It is cozy here. The food is delicious.” He spoke while filling his mouth with more grapes. “Wait! You can’t just help yourselves!” You ran to the third man and snatched the bag of grapes from his hands. “ It is your fault we are here. You should be more polite to your guests.” The tall blonde man spoke. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Lets start with names. I’m Y/N.” “I’m Bjorn.” The tall blonde one replied and then pointed at the second man. “These are my brothers, Ubbe and Hvitserk and…where is Sigurd and Ivar?” Bjorn suddenly turned to Hvitserk. A loud crash came from your living room. You ran out of your room to find two other men clung together. “Give it to me! I saw it first, it’s mine!” The blonde man yelled. You watched a dark haired man grip a hold of the blonde mans tunic and bashed his head against him. The blonde man tumbled down to the floor. “Hey! Hey!” Ubbe called out and pulled the two men apart. You watched the blonde man stand up straight and tug on his tunic. “As always you must tell us to behave!” He complained. “ If not him, then who else will?” Bjorn spoke from behind you and made you jump. “Brothers, you are being rude. This is Y/N and we are guests in her home.” Ubbe spoke up. The dark haired man began crawling towards you. You looked at his legs and noticed immediately something was wrong with them. But you weren’t bothered by that. More of the fact there were 5 men from a different time in your home on Thanksgiving. “Ah, yes. So…when will you be bringing us something to eat? I am hungry. Tell one of your slaves to fetch me some food.” When he spoke his voice came out so smooth like silk and you widened your eyes. He looked like a savage but his voice nearly hypnotized you. “We got alot to talk about.” You forced a smile while looking up at the brothers. *** You shoved the turkey in the oven and began rushing towards the vegetables. All of the new viking men were exploring the house and tearing apart everything they could get their hands on. “ What is this?” Hvitserk asked as he ran to the kitchen sink and picked up the dish detergent. “That’s dish soap. It’s to clean dishes.” You answered quickly while peaking at the small turkey again. “I wish I knew I was having company. I would have bought a bigger turkey.” You commented. Hvitserk quirked an eyebrow. “We need more?” He asked. Bjorn came in just then. “ Well we could use it.” You replied. “Well then we shall get another one!” Hvitserk turned to his brother, Bjorn. “Lets get Y/N another turkey. We need more food.” You chuckled assuming they were joking and went back to stirring the potatoes. The sound of the door slamming shut made you jump. They were serious. Panic settled in your chest as you realized that it was bad idea saying anything. You had a neighbor who kept birds and even chickens for pets. “What is going-” Ivar began to ask but you literally jumped over him to get to the door. “Ill explain soon! Just stay here!” You exclaimed as you ran out of the house. Bjorn’s massive body erupted from the little wooden chicken coop with a beautiful white chicken tucked under his arm. Hvitserk unsheathed his axe. Shit! No! No! No! You ran right into Bjorn and reached for the chicken. “No! Not the chicken!” You exclaimed. The chicken flapped it’s wings repeatedly and began clucking real loud. You grabbed the chicken and set it down on the ground. “ It would have made good food for the feast!” Hvitserk reasoned. “That chicken is not food.” You explained. Bjorn furrowed his eyebrows. “Not food? What is wrong with You? Of course it’s food.” “No, it’s my neighbors pet. You can’t just go around killing animals. Especially here.” You replied. The Vikings looked at each other. You let out a quiet sigh and motioned towards the house. “I really appreciate it guys. It’s honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever tried to do for me. But you can’t be out here right now.” “Why not?” Bjorn asked. “Because other people will see you and not understand!” They will think you are crazy. Now please let’s go back inside and I will finish making the feast and afterwards we will try to return you back to your home.“ You explained. The brothers grumbled words to each other and followed you back in your house. When you entered you were met by Ubbe who was holding one of your wine bottles. "This is the most-” he hiccupped, “delicious mead I ever tasted. Do you have more?” Your eyes widened and you retrieved the empty bottle from him. “My wine!” Ubbe let out a loud burp and leaned against the wall. “It was good.” He repeated. “Hey, Y/N what are these?” Sigurd’s voice made you turn around. You saw him holding up your black lace thong and felt your entire face heat up. “Ah, those are for girls!” You quickly snatched them from his hand and went back to the kitchen. Ivar had pulled himself up into a chair at the table and was helping himself to the crackers on the platter. “Where is your family?” He asked. You began draining the potatoes. “They’re not here anymore.” Ivar watched you from the table. You heard a loud crashing sound from your bathroom followed by the shower running. “What the… Oh No!” You dropped the pan and ran to the bathroom. “What are you-” you quickly squeaked and turned on your heels. Behind you stood a naked Bjorn. “You spoke of showers and I wanted to try it. Will you be joining me?” His words made your heart pound in your chest. “I-I have to get back to the food.” Without another word you shut the door and went back to the kitchen. “Give me some cackers!” Ubbe was slurring his words trying to reach for the platter. Sigurd was trying to reach over Ivar’s shoulders as they wrestled over your crackers. A wave of different emotions crashed upon you as watched the men in your house. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. This was thanksgiving you had to find one thing to be thankful for. And despite the ridiculous viking men that torn your house upside down and were arguing… You found you were thankful you weren’t alone. Warmth settled in your chest and when you opened your eyes you saw the three men looking at you. Hvitserk walked in and opened your fridge. “Where is it?” He asked. You went to pull the turkey out of the oven and placed it on the island. “Where is what?” You asked. “Oh there it is.” Hvitserk smiled and grabbed something out of the fridge. You watched him pull out another bottle of wine. You let out a huff and went back to taking care of the food. “Here, let me help.” Hvitserk came up from behind you and reached around to help you grab some plates. “Thank you.” You whispered. Sigurd carried the stuffing to the table and Ubbe jumped up. “I will help also.” You pushed him back down into his chair. “No! Just sit and have some water.” The water to the shower finally shut off. Not even a minute later Bjorn emerged with a smile on his face. “Brothers after the feast you must try that shower she spoke of. It is amazing.” You seated yourself at the end of the table and poured yourself a cup of wine. Hvitserk grabbed the bottle and filled a cup up for himself. “I want to go first!” Ubbe called out. “I think I should go first! I’ve been the best behaved since we arrived!” Sigurd argued. Ivar rolled his eyes. “If anyone is going to try it next it will be me…with Y/N!” You choked on the wine and turned to Ivar who smiled gently. “Unless we can just try to fit all at once with Y/N.” You reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of wine right out of Hvitserk’s hand. You were gonna need a lot more than just a glass.  

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Valentine Me, Viking

Summary: After exploring the modern era the sons of Ragnar have learned about a special holiday called Valentine’s day and what its most popular for. They all plan to seduce you when you get home, each Son obtaining their own secret weapon. Warnings: NSFW, valentine shenanigans, humour, language, manipulation attempts, strong sexual tension

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You couldn’t believe how fast time had gone by since the sons of Ragnar had appeared in your home. They were just getting the hang of things. They even let you cut their hair for more modern times and after a few shopping trips to the mall they managed to dress appropriate. There were still sometimes where you had to remind them of things they couldn’t do. Like murdering one of your neighbors because they complained about your cat. Or peeing out in the open. Especially in places like a park… Or your neighbors favorite tree. To put it short, everything was going good until February 14th came around. It had been a while since you dated anyone so ut was like a normal day for you. You gave all the boys some money to get a few things for the house and left to go to work. But what you didn’t know was the surprise that you would be getting when you returned home that day. *** 

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