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ben hardy as roger taylor in bohemian rhapsody (2018)

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

The Orchid Mantis

Helaena Targaryen x Reader 

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pale Moonlight

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 875

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

Selene’s smile fell. “What is wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sksksksk this makes me wet sorry not sorry

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

me: God damn

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

Told You

Ivar the Boneless x ofc

Word Count: 2431

Warnings: mature language, explicit sexual content.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

†

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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