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Ivar's Heathen Army- Sister Wife* Vikings* Wolves* Supernatural* Teen Wolf* Vampire Diares* Basically all the crazy things I'm obsessed with

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Hey I was reading your Ivar story “It’s better when it feels good” and I can’t read chapter 5. I was wondering if there was a way to read it?

I have an account set up on archive of our own under the name Lupy180 here's the link so you can continue reading. Hope you enjoy it 😊

It's Better When It Feels Wrong

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Run To You Masterlist

Summary: (Inspired by the song 'Run to you' by Bryan Adams) The Reader never expected to allow herself to fall in love with Billy Hargrove. After all, he was in love with someone else. But still, Billy's always had a way with words and time and time again he seduces you into a secrect affair. And with that comes an emotional rollercoaster.

Series Warnings: NSFW, Manipulation, smut, fingering, oral, car sex, violence, language, smoking, drinking, drug use, little fluff serious angst through out the series

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Hi, Im back updating my masterlists among a few other things. Now I really wanted this to be a surprise for my Ubbe fans but Im gonna have to spoil the surprise. I been working on taboo - Breeders which is a dark Ubbe x reader oneshot the summary is this : In the future, the world is not what it used to be. During a night out with a friend the Reader is quickly thrusted into a world of dark and evil where humans sell off kidnapped women to the highest bidder. Your's just happens to be a man named Ubbe.

Now I switched the summary from the original a bit. But Im stuck right in the middle because I dont know where I want to go with this. And most importantly would the readers want Ubbe to stay dark all the way through? Then that would mean it would be a post with non-con elements. Or should I do it where he's really not a bad guy maybe some badass undercover agent or something?? Please give me your thoughts on which direction would you approach.

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Am I once again thinking of him? Yes. Yes I am.

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He is always on my mind

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In The Flesh Masterlist

Summary:

Reader has a gift and is able to pick up that Lucifer is hiding in Castiel’s body. Lucifer catches on quick and decides to strike a deal with her. The deal seems simple enough, he let’s the Reader and the Winchesters live as long as she helps him with whatever he wants. But striking a deal with the Devil always has consequences and with the sudden needy looks in his eyes the Reader begins to fear what he truly wants.

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You Don't Own Me (sequel to In The Flesh)

Summary: Sequel to In The Flesh, after being kidnapped by Crowley, the Reader soon becomes reunited with Lucifer who is now possessing a man named Nick. Throw in a nephilim from Lucifer's little love affair, a couple of angry Winchesters, the archangel, Michael from another world who wants to claim the Reader as his own and you got one hell of a thrill ride.

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Vikings Masterlist 2

Vikings Masterlist part 1

Ragnar Lothbrok

Taboo - Re-poed

Count Bodies Like Sheep

Bjorn Ironside

(Coming soon)

Ubbe

Primitive Instincts

Hvitserk

(More coming eventually)

Sigurd

(Hopefully I'll have more eventually)

Ivar

Crawling Back to You. Part 1. Part 2 Part 3

Awakening of Cruel Intentions

Black Magic

Harald

(Hoping to have some more for him)

Halfdan

Shifting Paths

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You Don’t Own Me

Summary: Sequel to In The Flesh, after being kidnapped by Crowley, the Reader soon becomes reunited with Lucifer who is now possessing a man named Nick. Throw in a nephilim from Lucifer's little love affair, a couple of angry Winchesters, the archangel, Michael from another world who wants to claim the Reader as his own and you got one hell of a thrill ride. Warnings : Kidnapped!Reader, language, violence, Lucifer being his manipulative self, light smut, grace!kink 

There were alot of things in life you could have tolerated. You tolerated your special ability of just knowing things. You tolerated being kept safe at the bunker with the Winchesters and you tolerated being kidnapped. . . Twice. With that being said, there came a moment when you decided to suddenly become intolerant. You were still locked away in Hell for. . . What seemed like forever. Crowley would check in on you from time to time, offering you food and water. He would occasionally talk about what was going on. How the Darkness and God made up and went on some vacation. But when he brought you the news of a woman named Kelly Kline who happened to be carrying Lucifer's child. A nephilim. That was your breaking point. "You have Lucifer as a prisoner. . . Here?" You questioned. "Rest assured, Love, he cannot harm you. I had a demon do some crafty work, a spell. The body he is in now is his own cage. Every inch of skin is warded." Crowley replied as he gave you a pat on the head. "What's a girl gotta do to get a bathroom break?" You questioned. 

Crowley smiled and stepped away from the bed you had been sitting on. "I'll have one of my trusted demons come to escort you. Be good while I'm gone." You blinked and he was gone. When Crowley had taken you, he said he had plans for you. Though he had yet to tell you that plan, you suspected he wanted to "marry" you. Not because he cared or loved you, but more for the purpose of rubbing it in Lucifer's face. But little did Crowley know, you had plans of your own. "My queen, I will be escorting you this evening." A female voice grabbed your attention. "Did you bring what I asked for, Deanne?" She held up a set of keys and an angel blade. You smiled. Crowley made a mistake using the words 'trusted' and 'demons' in the same sentence. "Well done. Now I have to ask, can you bring me to Lucifer?" You questioned. The demon raised her eyebrow. You rolled your eyes. "Nevermind. I'll find him myself." You grabbed the keys and unlocked the shackle around your ankle. "Last I heard, Lucifer was locked back in the cage, my Lady." The demon stated. "Well, I heard different. I am going to find him. Don't worry I'll put in a good word for you. Just wait five minites then go to Crowley and tell him you escorted me and that I'm locked back up." You ordered. "Yes, my lady." She bowed. You padded across the concrete floor and cautiously entered the hallway. There were a few metal doors here and there. But you didn't really have time to search every inch of Hell. You had to be gone before Crowley showed back up. Wether you wanted to or not, you were gonna try finding Lucifer in your own special way. You leaned against the stone wall and closed your eyes. "Lucifer." You whispered. An image of a blonde haired man chained to a chair floated in your mind. The man looked up and you saw his eyes glow a bright red color. "Y/N." He whispered quietly. He was close, you could feel your spine tingling and a real specific chill in the air. You carried yourself foreward and rounded a corner. There was a rusty metal door that had a lock on it. You held up the set of keys and noticed the strange skull one. It was worth the risk. Especially because you were about to finally be free of Hell. You were finally going home. The lock clicked open and you pushed the door open. Lucifer was no longer in Castiel. You were thankful for that. Now he was in a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes. Goodbye suit, hello denim jeans and dirty flannel. "I knew you would come." He curled his lips into that cocky smile. The one you had become all too familiar with. You slowly approached him with both hands behind your back. "Lucifer in chains. . . I never thought I'd say this. . . But I like it." His eyes stayed locked onto yours. "Easy, Lamb. Just because I'm in chains now, doesn't mean I will be forever. Your planning to take your grace back and go topside right? Let me paint you a pretty little picture, real quick." He licked his lips and pointed one of his fingers at you. "You - the celestial being who has already agreed to be my consort, suddenly decides you want out of Hell. (As if you have some kind of choice), right? So you think you take your grace back and you find your way to earth. But what you don't stop to consider, is what will happen to you if you do." You felt his grace twist around your ankle and slowly crawl up to your knee. He tightened his fist and pulled his hand towards his chest. You felt an invisble force push you right into his lap. Something that once would have terrified you. Now you were just simply annoyed. Especially when he flung the angel blade across the room. "I never agreed to be your slave, Lucifer." You sneered as he used his fingers to trace little circles in your legs. You swatted his hand off your leg. "In fact, as I recall, I told you there would be consequences if you tried to escape. And here you are, not where I left -" You reached up and grasped his chin and planted your lips over his. He chuckled and pulled back. "I know what you're trying to do. It won't work." He replied. You tightened your grip on his chin. The cheating bastard wanted to try you? Fine. You parted your lips and leaned forward. He underestimated your willpower and that was a big mistake. A loud ringing reached your ears and a bright light errupted from his mouth. You felt warmth enter your throat and you sucked in as much as you could. The feeling made you shudder. And suddenly, you were complete. You moved off his lap and you could feel his glare on your back. "Y/N, you better think twice before you walk out that door." He growled. "Trust me, I already did. Especially when I learned about your son. The one you made with a human while I was chained down, getting ready to be forced to marry Crowley. I'm done being your sacrifice." You replied. As soon as you reached the doorway, Lucifer let out a loud scream and the floor beneath you began to shake. Strangely enough, the sound of his scream didn't pierce your ears. You glanced at him as you reached for the door. "Goodbye, Lucifer." The metal door slammed shut and you headed down the hall. Deanne was waiting for you there. She was leaning against the wall with her arms folded. As soon as you approached her she quickly bowed. "Crowley plans to check in on you soon. We don't have much time, my Queen." You handed her the keys. "How do I get out of here?" She sighed. "Follow me." You were going home, no matter what happened, no matter who tried to get in your way. *** You had no idea how long you were gone. But thankfully you knew for certain one thing that didn't change. The Winchesters were alive and still living in the bunker. As soon as you stepped up to the door you banged on it with an open palm. "Sam, Dean, it's Y/N. Let me in!" You called out. The door swung open and Dean rubbed his sleepy eyes. He was in a pair of flannel pjs with a dark green shirt and a robe. "Y/N?" He widened his eyes. "What the hell?" "Trust me, that's where I been all this time and it has not been fun. Can I come in? I would kill for a shower and a change of clothes." You explained. "Yeah, nice dress. What'd Lucifer make you wear it?" Dean shot back as he casually leaned against the door frame. "Dean, I been kidnapped twice, I found out I'm apparently some sacrifice to whichever archangel would have won the apocalypse, Crowley tried to make me his queen, and I've been stuck in Hell. Literal Hell in chains. Now can we please talk about this later?" You explained. "In case you forgot, you betrayed us when you sided with Lucifer so if you ask me I'd say that's what you get. . . " You stood patiently and waited for Dean to catch on. "Wait. . . What?" There it was. "I'm not an angel but I am some sort of celestial being. Those strange "sensitive" powers I had before are nothing to what I can do now. And rumor has it your looking for the spawn of satan. Now do you want my help or not?" You fired back. Dean stayed quiet as if he was pondering your offer. "And just so you know, I didn't go to Lucifer. He found me and threaten to turn me to mush if I didn't help. He told me he would make me his queen but all I wanted was to make sure you and your brother didn't get hurt." You stepped closer and looked Dean dead in the eyes as you fought back tears. "You could have came to us." Dean replied as he finally stepped back and allowed you to enter the bunker. "He wanted to kill you, Dean. And he mentioned that he killed Rowena so it's not like we could have banned together and put him back in the cage." You reminded him as you descended down the stairs. "Y/N? Your back! What- " Sam stepped in from the side. "Hot shower and clean clothes first, we'll talk later." You interrupted as you headed straight to your sanctuary of cleanliness. Didn't even bother to pick out some clothes, you just grabbed a towel and turned on the water. The moment you dropped your dress and stepped into the shower, a strange feeling of uneasiness hit you. You pushed the feeling away and went on to squeezing a good bit of shampoo in the palm of your hand. Even though it was some kind of manly minty smell, you were thankful to lather your hair. Then the little hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Something was coming. You quickly began to rinse your hair and wash up. "Y/N." Lucifer's voice echoed in your ears. You groaned. Not again. "Go away, Lucifer. I'm not helping you." You replied. The hot water streamed down your body as you began rinsing the soap off. "I don't need your help." He bit back. The rivers of hot water suddenly turned ice cold and you felt an invisible force pull you forward. "In fact, me being the merciful being that I am, I decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself to me." Was he joking? "You don't hold power over me anymore." You chuckled to yourself. "Oh. I don't?" You felt a massive force cling tight to your body. It was as if you were being wrapped by an invisible snake. It was powerful enough to bring you to your knees. Then you felt his grace slowly climb up your thighs. Shit. Shit. Shit. "I may be playing good slave now, but make no mistake, Y/N. . .I will always have power over you." You felt his grace brush against your clit and you sucked in a big breath of air. A fire ignited deep inside you. No. You were done with his manipulation. You were done with him! But then why did it feel so good? Why were you biting your lip as you felt his grace stroke all your tender places. You felt your legs tremble and your orgasm came quicker than you realized. A light moan slipped from your lips as you felt warm tingles slither down to your thighs. "So, when can I expect you back?" Lucifer questioned. As you leaned forward you felt your blood begin to boil. Your vision turned everything to red as your anger stirred inside you. Of course he didn't understand what you were staying. He was Lucifer, the egotistical, manipulative, lying son of a bitch. If your words couldn't help him understand then you were just gonna have to use his own strategies against him. "Y/N?" He questioned. You stared at the tiles beneath you and imagined being right above Lucifer. You needed to knock some sense into him. It was like a rain drop hitting the water. You smacked your hands down on the tiles and you felt your own grace shoot down the Earth and enter Hell. You concentrated on Lucifer and felt your own force ram into him. "Lucifer, I'm only going to remind you one last time. You no longer hold power over me. I will not help you. Now be a good little bitch and stay away from me." Finally, everything went silent. You sighed and got back on your feet. For a second you chuckled at yourself and mentally patted yourself on the back. But then came a quick sense of dread. If Lucifer really had all his power he would definitely come for you. He would claw his way back to earth and if he managed to get his there was no telling what power he could unveil. The thought alone kicked you into high gear. You ran out of the bathroom with only your towel wrapped around you and ran to find the Winchester's. Dean and Sam were sitting at the large table with their laptops and beers. "Woah, Y/N. I thought you were gonna get dressed first." Sam commented. You clutched your towel tight and made eye contact with them. "We have a serious problem." 

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Disturbia- The House Next Door

Summary: Something strange always happened in the house next door. The Reader watched as many people moved in and out with in days of purchasing the property. After a little dare from her friend, the Reader decides to see for herself what the big fuss is all about. Warning: Nsfw, language, smut, oral, teasing, Halloween spookiness

The house next door. It definitely had some history to it. You had only moved into your own home 2 years ago and with in that time frame you watched that house get bought and sold so many times you lost count. At first you thought the house was just too old and there was too many problems that previous owners could afford. But when you watched the most recent owners gather things in trashbags and haul ass in the middle of the night you began to suspect that something wasn't right. "Are you watching that house again? What is your obsession with that place?" Your friend's voice came up from behind you. 

"I don't know, something just seems off about that place. The neighbors moved out again." You replied as you turned to her. She waved her hand. "Girl, you need to stop focusing on that house and start focusing on what we're going to watch." You chuckled but then brought your attention to one of the windows. A dark shadow quickly ran by and you gasped. "Look at you. You're scaring yourself." Your friend laughed. "I bet you're too scared to go see for yourself that it's just a house." The lightbulb over your head lit up. "Everyone's gotta be good at something. I just happen to be great at proving people wrong." You turned on your heels and grabbed your sweater off the couch. "Wait. What? No, I was just joking." Your friend called out but you ignored her. As you found yourself approaching the house you swallowed the lump in your throat. If it really was just a house why was your every Instinct telling you to turn back? But you wanted to prove yourself. So you stepped forward and reached for the door. You heard a distinct click and the door creaked open before you could even touch it. At first, you thought about running. But no, it was too late for that. The moment you looked inside you became enchanted by the house's charm. You wanted to run, but your body practically moved on it's own. The livingroom was gorgeous. It even had a fireplace. The door creaked shut behind you and your heart began to race. There was a lonely chair far off to the corner. At first you didn't see anything. Then you noticed it. Out of the corner of your eyes. . .a dark shadow began to grow in that chair. You turned your head and you noticed a man was sitting in the chair. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry, I didn't know someone lived here. I. . . I should go." You stepped back A fire errupted in the fireplace and your eyes widened. "Please, have a seat." The man replied rather calmly. You felt something push behind your kneecaps and you plopped right into a wooden chair. Why couldn't you run? Why couldn't you scream? Your mind was transmitting the message "run" to all your limbs but your body felt heavy. As though it was content on staying. When the man leaned forward you immediately noticed his good looks. He had thick blonde hair that was brushed back, a nice chiseled jawline. Yes, the man in front of you was handsome. His eyes looked up at you and when he blinked they flashed a pale yellow color. Maybe he wasn't a man at all. "It's been a while since I've had a decent meal. What is your name?" He questioned. "Y/N." You replied. "My name is Bjorn." He stood up and you finally realized how tall he was. "Oh, and don't freak out about the whole not-being-able-to-move thing. It's just something I do." He took a step towards you and your heart skipped a beat. What kind of creature did you stumble upon? When he made that comment about a "decent meal" did he have Intentions on eating you? He tilted his head while he dragged his eyes down your trembling body. "Don't worry, I may be a demon, but I don't prefer human flesh. Out of all my brothers, I'm more. . . Cautious when it comes to you humans." You scowled. "So cautious you scared the neighbors into fleeing in the middle of the night. Didn't even bother getting a moving truck, they just packed things in a garbage bag and left." His lips curled in a smile. "They just didn't like playing hide and seek. But look at you. Getting all brave. I like it." He quickly appeared before you and leaned down. You couldn't flinch, whatever kind of paralysis power he had, it still affected you. He inhaled deeply and chuckled. "Ohh, you smell delicious. Your definitely a sweet treat. Bless the gods for offering me something so. . .tasty." He grabbed the back of your chair and kept you caged in. You felt his finger lift your chin up and a strange tingling sensation filled your body. It was like you were scared. . .but you also enjoyed his touch. "Are you scared?" He asked. You blinked and thought about it. "Do you plan on hurting me?" You questioned. "No. I tend to feed on people's pleasure." He answered as he ran his hands through your hair. A warm pulse shot through your body and you felt moisture building up between your thighs. His fingertips brushed against your neck and you became putty in his hands. "Of course, you have the option to run and there might be a possibility I won't attach myself to you." You suddenly felt your paralyzed body begin to loosen. It was as he said, you had the ability to leave. But as his fingers moved down your chest, you arched your back and let out a little moan. It was a mystery what he was doing to you, but you liked it. You wanted more. He smiled and craddled your face in his hand. "You want to stay. Good." He moved down on his knees and began unbuttoning your jeans. You shuffled around and lifted your hips up to help him. He pulled off your shoes and pants then placed his hands down on your thighs. He squeezed them and licked his lips. Something told you that you were about to find out how hungry he really was. He gently kissed the inside if your thigh and slowly moved further up. You watched as he curled the material of your panties between his fingers. With an easy tug of his hand they disappeared. "Holy shit, how did you-" His hands wrenched your thighs and he hooked his arms under your legs. You gasped when he yanked you closer to him and immediately placed his lips on your soaked mound. His tongue delved between your folds and slowly moved up to your clit. Your hands reached down and grasped the back of his head. "Oh, fuck." You mewled as you rolled your hips in circles. Oh, he was hungry all right. He was feasting on your pussy, rolling his tongue over your aching clit. You may not have been a virgin, but you could definitely say you never had a man that was so focused and eager. The way his tongue rolled and flicked around your clit, it was liquefying. Your legs began to tremble and you were almost embarrassed at how fast you were about to come. You were so close. Almost there. Bjorn suddenly pulled away and you let out a frustrated groan. "Bjorn!" You hissed. "Soon, Y/N, soon." He soothed as he stood up and began unbuckling his leather belt. The sound alone made you salivate as he yanked his shirt over his head. Your eyes glued to his body as if you were in some kind of trance. There was a large bulg in his jeans. A small whimper escaped your lips. He chuckled as he climbed out of his pants and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock. "I think we need to get to a more comfortable place." He snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye the chair beneath you disappeared and you felt the whole room spin. You suddenly landed on a large California king bed. "That's more like it." He replied as he climbed on the bed. His lips pressed against your thighs and traveled up to your chest. You spread your legs as far as they could go and the head of his cock pushed against your clit. Bjorn rested all his weight on his left elbow as he reached down with his right hand and hiked your leg up on his waist. His hips rolled forward, pushing his warm cock against your clit. "Bjorn." You whimpered. He placed a kiss on your jawline with a grin across his face. It was torture. Pure torture. You couldn't take it anymore, you shoved a hand down and wrapped your hand around his cock. Ohhh, the length of it, and the girth. . . You guided his tip to your drenched opening and slowly bucked your hips. His hips slowly moved forward and you felt him breach your entrance. Your body immediately trembled as he stretched your entrance. There was a small sharp pain but as he slowly sunk himself deeper, the pleasure overrided any discomfort you felt. You moved one hand to the headboad behind you and used the only to grab his shoulder. He slowly withdrew his hips then thrusted forward. The headboard knocked against the wall as he began pumping himself inside you. You lips parted and a moan escaped as he mouth peppered your neck with kisses. He brushed his lips up until they barely touched yours. Sweet and gentle open mouth kisses. You never expected such a thing from a demon. But as he pulled away you noticed a flash of pale yellow fill his eyes. But you didn't care. You couldn't care. Not with his abnormally large erection so deep inside you. He made you reach a different level of pleasure. One you didn't know existed. Your whole body tingled as he swallowed your moans and began to thrust even faster. "Fuck, yes." You mumbled against his lips. He was practically wrecking your cervix, but damn you would be lying if you said you didn't like it. In fact, it was almost like you needed more. If it was a spell he had on you, you never wanted it to end. You felt your stomach clench with knots as he pulled away from your kiss and tilted his head down to latch onto your left nipple. Little sparks shot through your whole body and your back arched as you began to tremble. "Fuck, Bjorn, I'm gonna. . ." Your own moan interrupted you as tingling warmth flooded your body. Your nails dug into his skin and he hissed in pleasure as his thrusts became uneven. The warm tingling sensation clouded your mind and for just a brief second. . . You felt a high that was guaranteed to knock any drug out of the game. Bjorn rested his head against yours as your body filled with fatigue. Usually you were energetic after an orgasm. But this was different. "I could just eat you up." He whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. That was the last thing you felt before the world around you faded to black. *** You awoke with a gasp and quickly jumped up. What happened? You were in your livingroom and the tv was on. "Hey sleepyhead. You passed out like 5 minutes into the movie." Your friend leaned over the back of your couch. You slowly turned to your friend. "When did I get here?" "Probably around 11. You were gone for about a half hour. I was just about to head next door to check on you but you came in all sleepy eyed and shit." She replied. "Ohh, fuck. I'm sorry." You stretched your limbs and suddenly felt a reminding ache between your legs. "Hey, next year we're gonna go out for Halloween and I'm gonna make sure you load up on coffee so you don't pass out on me again." Your friend declared as she grabbed her phone and put her jacket on. "If your leaving. I can walk you to your car." You offered. She waved her hand at you. "Pffftt. I wish somebody would try to mess with me. Just wave at me from the window." You laughed at her reply. "Alright, drive safe." As soon as she closed the door you walked over towards the window and watched as she got in her car. She waved at you and started to drive away. You moved to the window on the other side of the room and looked closely at the house next door. A shadow slowly began to grow behind your reflection. At first, you didn't even notice it, until you moved your eyes up a little. The shadow slowly began to take shape and a cold chill settled in the room. It was Bjorn. He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. You smiled back. And so, the demon finally found a new home with you.  

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Sing Me A Song, Little Bird 4

Summary: The Reader prepares for Negan to return and when he finally does, he is not happy. But it's all up to her to put him back in a good mood. That is until everyone at Alexandria wages a war. And the Reader begins to question where her loyalty lies. Warnings: NSFW, Explicit language,triggering flashback of parental abuse, smut, fingering, Negan playing his mind games, humiliation, violence, Dub-Con,  

A/N: The reader takes some shit but I promise she gonna show him next chapter

A razor. It had been ages since you held one in your hand. You honestly couldn't remember the last time you got to shave with an actual razor and not a blade from a knife. As you dragged the razor up your leg you let out a sigh in relief. You survived this shaving session with out a single nick or cut. Kudos to you. "It's Little Bird, right?" A voice came from behind you. You turned to see that blonde from earlier that was glaring at you for drinking her liquor. "My name is Y/N but I guess that's what everyone's supposed to call me now." You replied as you set the razor down by the sink. "I'm Amber. Sherry wanted me to bring you these." She placed a couple of lotion bottles by your razor.

You looked at her and nodded your head. "Thank you." She didn't move. She just stood there. "Did you need to use the bathroom? I can go somewhere-" "No!" She nearly shouted and quickly brought her hand up. "No. Sorry. I think I'm just really drunk right now. Do you know what you're doing? I don't think you know what you're doing." She began speaking in a drunken ramble. You brought your hands together and leaned forward so your elbows leaned on your knees. It was no point in trying to start an argument with someone like her. Especially when she was reeking of booze. You stayed quiet as your heart suddenly pounded and your chest tighten. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Despite the circumstances, you didn't freak out. Somethings were inevitable. And you could feel it coming before it arrived. The memories flashed before your eyes and it was as if you weren't even in the present anymore. (("Dad, what are you doing?!" You reached out to grab your pocketbook from your father. He was barely standing on his own 2 feet. His eyes were glazed and the dark bags under them told you he had been at it all day. "Where's the money! I know you got paid today!" He began shuffling through your contents in the bag. "No, Dad! We need that money for rent!" You argued as you pulled on a strap. "Don't give your father a had time, Y/N! I'm entitled to a little something for bringing you on this earth!" He shouted. "You have your own money to spend, it's not my fault if you spent it all at the bar, now stop!!!" You planted your feet and used all your strength to tug on the strap. Your Father reciprocated by yanking the bag so hard, your feet came right off the floor and you stumbled right into his fist. Thanks to your adrenaline, you didn't even feel it at first. All you remembered was your head knocking back and your body collapsing against the tiled floor. You groaned as you tried to blink. One eye worked fine, the other felt like it was begining to swell shut with a firey throb. "You know, you should really be happy your mother isn't here! What would she think if she saw you acting so rude!" You slowly got back to your feet and ripped the bag out of your father's hands. It was too late. He already had some money in his hand. "The fuck would I care what she thinks? She left us! She's never fucking here! She hasn't been here since I was 10!" You snapped. "Don't you ever talk about your mother like that! You want to know why she left? Because she was too good for you!" He pointed his finger in your face and began walking around you. You heard the door slam shut behind you. It was silent for a minute before you finally decided, you wanted to get lost again. You pulled out your mp3 player and put your headphones over your ears.)) "Are you even listening to me?" Amber's voice brought you out of your memory. You blinked. "Amber, I know what I'm doing. I will survive this. He's not the first pervert I encountered and he won't be the last." She looked at you with teary eyes. "Sometimes, we need to find an escape route from all the fucked up things that happen. My dad used to drink and do. . . Anything that got him high. I found my own escape in music. After I finish getting ready for Negan, do you want me to sing for you? It might help make you at ease." You offered. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. . ." You looked at all the different scented lotions and began smelling each one. There was one that was kind of a cherry blossom scent, one that had a salty beach scent, and then there was one that really grabbed your attention. It was like a fruity mix with a little bit of sandalwood and maybe there was a hint of some kind of flower but it wasn't too much. You picked the third bottle and began rubbing the lotion all over your legs. "And you already had Dr. Carson do a check-up?" She suddenly asked. You slowly dragged your palm from your ankle, up to your thigh. "Yes. He said everything checked out. I asked about any kind of birth control, but given the circumstances, I'm kind of shit outta luck." She chuckled. "Maybe he'll use a condom if he's in the mood." You couldn't tell if she was joking but her words made a small tickle grow in your stomach. You giggled and slowly shook your head. "You guys have been with him for a while. . . Has he ever gotten any of you ladies pregnant?" You wondered. "You mean has he gotten any of US pregnant. And no. So far he hasn't." Amber responded. Your shoulders slumped down and let out a sigh of relief. Thank God for that. You weren't sure how you felt about having a baby. But you never wanted to feel the same fear as every parent felt in the current situation. You could take abuse both physical and emotional, but you weren't sure if you would ever survive loosing a baby. Especially to those damn walkers outside. "I hope it stays that way. I don't think I could ever live with constantly worrying about a baby's safety. And if something ever happened. . ." Amber simply nodded her head. "Well, I'm going to get another drink. You know where to find us when you're done." "Yep." You began to rub lotion on your arms. Apparently Negan liked his women "soft". After you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair you put the dress back on and discarded your panties. Sherry had mentioned that there was a "no panties" rule when he called upon a wife. He sure was high maintenance for a man in a world where everything went to shit. It was finally done. You were all ready for him. It only took you a couple of hours. It felt strange. Before there were walkers you didn't even spend that much time getting ready for a man. You emerged out of the bathroom and Dwight was leaning against a wall, waiting for you, obviously. You sighed and began walking towards the parlor. "Dwight, is it really necessary that you follow me around like a little lost puppy?" You questioned. "Your one of Negan's wives now. He doesn't want me to let you out of my sight until he returns." "You don't follow the other wives." You quipped. He scowled. "Did you manage to miss the guards in the corner of the room? Besides you're new so Negan doesn't trust you yet." You rolled your eyes. "I'm not stupid. I know there are guards everywhere. I'm very attuned to my surroundings. Trying to escape will only make him mad. And that is the one thing I do not want to do." You opened the door to the parlor as you sent glared at Dwight. "Are you sure about that? Because I'm sure my other wives explained to you that I don't like waiting." Negan's voice came from inside the parlor. You became frozen at first but forced yourself to look at him. He had shaved since he been gone. His face now all smooth and his jawline was more visible. Then you noticed the blood splattered on his white shirt and on his face. "I'm sorry, Negan. I didn't realize you were back." You replied. He waved his finger at you in a 'come here' motion. You felt a cold chill run down your spine. He was pissed. You could tell just by the angry glint in his eyes. "So, Little Bird, I did as you asked. I brought Carl home. Even fed him spaghetti. And you want to know what happened afterwards? I thought it was such a lovely day, I decided to play pool with a pussy of a man. Went by the name of Spencer, I think. And he tells me he wants me to kill Rick!" Negan spoke with a loud an authoritative voice. You swallowed the lump in your throat and kept your eyes locked on to his. "So I did Rick a solid and gutted that pussy. And you know what happened next?" He questioned. "No, Husband. What happened next?" You wondered. "Some Bitch tried to kill me! With a gun! And lucky for me, Lucille got in the way!" He shoved Lucille right in your face. "Now look at her! Her nice, smooth surfice will never be the same again!" He shouted. You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing. It was imperative that you stayed calm. "Look at what they did to my poor Lucille!" He demanded. You slowly opened your eyes and noticed a chunk of her wood was missing. He slowly inched her closer to your face. "Kiss her better." Negan ordered through clenched teeth. You could barley respond to his demands. He wanted you to kiss Lucille? A fucking wooden bat wrapped in barbed wire? But this was his game and you agreed to play it. It was the humiliation he wanted from you because of the shit everyone back Alexandria pulled. He was making you pay for it in the worst ways. "Come on, Little Bird. You wanted me to bring Carl home and I did. And if I didn't Lucille wouldn't look like this. So, now your gonna give her a kiss and tell her you're sorry." He taunted. You slowly leaned forward and pressed your lips into the wooden bat. "I'm sorry, Lucille." "There! See? That wasn't so hard." He finally lowered her away from your face and inched in closer to you. "No where near as hard as you just made me by the way." His breath scortched the side of your neck and you felt hot sparks shoot right down to your nether regions. A warmth moisture began to grow between your thighs. "You have a lot of making up to do for this, Little Bird and my cock is ready to rock. Let's go." He whispered as he draped an arm around your shoulder and began walking you to his office. "But first, I wanna hear you sing." He pointed Lucille at the piano. "Something to set the mood, if you catch my drift." He grinned. This man just loved torturing you. You sat down on the wooden bench and thought back to the time you lost your virginity to some guy at a party. There was this really strange song playing and the beat of it just wrnt right with the moment. You started working on the higher keys then quickly switched to the lower tuned keys. Then went back to the lighter keys and after a few seconds you switched to the lower sound again. "No one said it would be easy Did anyone tell you the road would be straight and long Relax your mind and give it all to me 'Cause you know and I know our love is strong enough." Negan placed his hand on your knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. The touch alone sent bolts of excitement steaight to your core and your clit began to tingle. You brought your eyes up to his. "Keep singing, Little Bird." He urged as his fingers slowly trailed up your thigh. "To weather the rain To weather the snow To weather the storm To weather the rain To weather the snow To weather the storm." His hand kept moving further up, until you felt his finger tips brush against your drenched mound. It had been so long since you felt a man's touch, the simple whisper touch made your whole body flinch. Dare you say, you forgot how good it felt. "Go on, keep singing. I'm gonna make you cum on my fingers." He whispered and pressed his lips to the patch of skin right behind your ear. Fuck. Another one of his games. Granted it was going to be a challenge, you couldn't deny that it kind of intrigued you. "Often I see fear in your eyes And sometimes I know, your heart is full of little arrows." You felt the tip of his fingers press against your clit and you immediately gasped. He chuckled and dipped his tongue out between his lips. His lips curled in a smirk of satisfaction as you released a quiet moan. It was getting harder to concentrate. Your hands were trembling and his fingers began moving in fast counter clockwise circles. "But trust in me and no one can do you wrong 'Cause I know and you know our love is strong enough." You felt his fingers trail down your folds and slowly dip into your entrance. He used the tip of his thumb to rub your aching clit as he slowly thrusted his middle finger inside you. How the fuck where you supposed to sing when the pleasure of his fingers clouded your mind. Your hips began rolling and your breathing grew heavy. Another moan spilled from your lips and your fingers pressed hard on the keys. Meanwhile, Negan had his eyes on you the whole time. As if he was drinking in every inch of your face. "To weather the rain To weather the snow To weather the storm." Your body constricted. All your muscles tightened and your legs trembled. And the lyrics disappeared from your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger inside you. "Fuck, you're just a little tight thing, aren't you? Look at this, you can barely sing now." Negan chuckled as he slid in a second finger. You couldn't even finish the last 3 lines of the song. Your hands fell from the keys and gripped the edge of the bench as he curled his fingers inside you. "Oh, fuck. Negan!" You moaned and bucked your hips forward. The final moment pushed you over the edge and your entire body trembled as wet tingles flooded your stomach. Ripples of warmth and pleasure traveled down to your thighs. "That a girl." Negan praised as he pulled his fingers out of your drenched opening. He brought his fingers to his lips and used his tongue to clean off all the juices. You practically became hypnotized by him. It was just constant hot sparks shooting to your core. You had to swallow the moan that almost came out. Just from watching him lick his fingers. His eyes caught yours and they seemed dark, his pupils blown wide with lust. One second everything was quiet and still, then the next he heaved you up on the piano. The piano made a spontaneous sound of both high and low sounds and you felt a small vibration through the wood. "Now that your pussy is all wet, I'm gonna fuck your brains out." He stated as his hands went to his belt. You stomach clenched tight at his words. And despite the over gruesome history of this man, you could feel a pleasuring hum course through your viens. Just the sound of his zipper coming undone made you want to moan. Was this man a god or what? "Now, I know I got a big dick and all, but I hope you already know that participation is a fucking requirement in this arrangement." His pants fell down his hips and he pulled his blood-stained shirt off. He had tattoos. Sexy. Your eyes trailed down his sculpted body and oh. . . He was right to brag. His cock was swelled and standing flushed against his lower abdomen. And his girth. . . It made your mouth water. You moved to unzip your dress but Negan grasped your wrist. You flinched with an involuntary gasp. But his grip was loose. He brought your hand close to his face and kissed the palm of your hand while keeping eye contact. "Leave the dress on, Little Bird. I'll take it off when I'm ready." He spoke in a gravelly voice. You nodded your head as he released your wrist and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your hands traveled to the nape of his neck and your lips parted slightly. His tongue brushed against yours and his hands began pulling your dress up. But you didn't even notice. You were too busy melting in the heated kiss. Then, you felt a sudden yank of the material and the piano let out some more random high sounds as Negan parted your legs. You could feel the tip of his erection press between your moistened folds. He lunged his hips forward and you felt yourself stretch around him. You let out a loud and sudden cry against his lips. He didn't offer you the chance to get adjusted to his size. His hips immediately began thrusting with a strong force. You could feel his lips curl into a smirk as he threaded his fingers through your hair. He tugged on your hair hard enough to yank your head back. Just like that the sweet and divine kiss was over. And so wasn't that kind and gentle Negan phase. The look in his eyes was almost murderous. "You didn't think I'd take it easy on you after the fucked up shit your friends pulled on me. Did you?" He questioned with a smile. It was like a real life case of Dr. Jenkyl and Mr. Hyde. You barely had time to register all his words because he snapped his hips forward and you let out a sound that was a mix between a whimper and a moan. He chuckled and dragged his tongue across his lip and then he smiled as if he was proud of himself. With every thrust of his hips came a pulse mixed with pleasure and a little bit of pain. Maybe you shouldn't have enjoyed it. You should have been filled with disgust, but you couldn't help it. He knew all the places to hit. Your legs began to tremble as he tilted his head down and mashed his lips ontop of yours. It only lasted a second. Your moans were muffled his lips but he quickly straightened himself up and continued pumping in you with all his strength. "Come on, Little Bird. I wanna hear you scream and don't be shy. Let everyone around us know who you belong to." He groaned. "Oh, fuck! Negan!" You moaned as he yanked your legs up on his hips. With your hips tilted up, you felt the tip of his cock brush against a delicious patch deep inside you. It made you mewl and your legs trembled. "And this is how I know you're working your way up on my favorite list. Taking it like a champ! I fucking love it!" He growled as his thrusts became faster. You felt your whole body tighten and your back arched as little wisps of tingling heat swept across your thighs and traveled further up. Negan let out a loud groan. "Ahh, fuck. That feels good." He grunted. Your toes curled and you moaned his name one final time before he tilted his head down and pressed his forehead into yours. His whole body trembled against yours and with one final thrust he hissed in pleasure. But he didn't pull out. He stayed buried deep inside you as he released hot spurts of his seed. You shivered as he pulled himself out of you and your eyes dropped to the floor. "Now that is exactly how you make up for your friends fuck-ups." He grasped your chin and forced you to look up at him. "You know what the bad part is? I probably would have been all nice and sweet on you. Hell, I probably would have done you the courtesy of using a rubber, but your friends just had to go and piss me off. But that's okay. I got to come in your pussy! And if that isn't revenge with a dish served cold, I don't fucking know what is." He was smiling at you. This man was not only a pyscho but he was an enigma. Just moments ago you thought there could have been a small glimmer of hope that he was a decent man. But, like a small flame he stomped it out with his taunting. "Would you like me to leave now?" You asked. "Leave? Oh, no Little Bird." He released your chin and pressed both of his hands down on the piano keys. The piano made another random sound of a higher tune mixed with a lower tune. You tilted your head down and noticed that he had both hands right next to your legs. When you looked back up, his face was mere inches from yours. "I wasn't lying when I said you had A LOT of making up to do." He reminded you. "Now, I'm still a decent guy, despite the bullshit your fucking friends put me through. So I'll grant you a couple of minutes to clean yourself, give your pussy a break. But when I'm good and ready it is going to be one fuck of a cock-sucking, pussy-eating, fuck fest. You get what I'm saying?" You swallowed the lump in your throat. Negan laughed and leaned even closer until his nose pressed into your. "Don't look so scared. I know you like it. I can see it in your eyes." He commented. *** The word 'sore' was a fucking understatement of the year. When your eyes blinked open a small groan slipped from your lips. No doubt about it, Negan had pounded you ruthlessly. All the memories of the night before were still fresh in your mind. You remembered how hard he thrusted inside you, how hard he pulled your hair and how far he forced his cock down your throat. But despite still being in pain, your whole body had a strange hum of pleasure. You liked it. And it didn't just end with your orgasms. This was something that was now stuck on you. Going even deeper than a tattoo. You slowly brought your eyes to Negan. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly open. You dragged your eyes down to his bare chest and noticed the small patch of hair right in the middle. Without another thought, you slowly lifted your hand and gently traced over the tattoo on the left side of his chest. Your finger barely skimmed across his skin and you suddenly felt his hand grasp your wrist. He was good. You didn't even know he had woken up. When you turned to look at him again, his eyes were open and they locked into yours. "Goodmorning." He smiled and tugged on your wrist. You pushed yourself closer to him and felt his lips press into yours. It was quick and over with before you could even blink. "Goodmorning, Negan." You forced a warm smile. He brushed your hair back and turned on his side. "As much as I love seeing you naked in my bed, we got to get up. Get this shit show started." He climbed out of bed and you followed suit. You pulled your dress over your body and cleared your throat. "So, what do I do for the day? Is there any minor chores to do or something?" Negan chuckled. "No, your only job is to come when I call." His hands gripped your hips as he pushed himself into your backside. "And - uh, just so we're fucking clear, I don't want any more of my men telling me that you tried to talk to Daryl." He whispered in your ear. "Do you understand?" There it was. His need to control you. To own you. And you had to continue playing his game. No matter what vile words cane to your mind, you had to swallow them and make them sweet. "Yes, Husband. I understand." You tilted your head back and leaned into his chest. "Good, now be a good little bird and go get ready for breakfast with the test of the wives." He smacked your ass and sent you on your way. As soon as you exited the room Sherry came into your vision. She stayed silent as the two of you walked back to join the other wives. She kept looking at you with a sympathetic look and it only made you irritated. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." You muttered. "Are you?" She questioned. You stopped right outside the door and turned to her. "He's never gotten you pregnant right? What do you girls do for birth control?" Sherry raised her eyebrows. "He didn't use protection?" You shook your head. "No. And he didn't pull out." You whispered. The look on Sherry's face alone frightened you. "There is something that you girls do when he doesn't pull out. . . Right?" You spoke a little louder. She didn't reply. "Sherry, say something!" You pleaded. "We've never had to do anything like that before." The moment her words reached your ears you felt your knees shake and the urge to vomit appeared. Your head started to feel really light and - and you were hyperventilating! "Calm down before you-" Sherry suddenly reached for you and then your vision went all black. 

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[ivars-heathen]

Sinner

Pairing: Priest!Ivar Lothbrok x Female reader Summary: Modern AU. Ivar is a young priest with a tag along friend that you’re more than willing to help him with. Length: Long Warnings: WOAH NSFW 18+ ONLY, this one really got outta’ hand so let’s see here we have religious elements (nothing too out there but Ivar is a priest in this one), indulgent on my part ofc bc I mention one little to my bff and here we are, monster/incubus speak, hosting a demon, dirty talking, strong language, explicit content, religious elements, heavily detailed smut. Tagging the moonbeam crew: @synnersaint @lupy22 @whenimaunicorn @bloodyivar @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan @persephone-is-here-omg @fandoms-writings @ceridwenofwales @fantasygirl1864 @draculasbride-blog @sconniebelle @equalstrashflavoredtrash @siren-kitten-his @chezzire-cat 

ENJOY!!!

“Who is he?”

“Whose who? we’re not celebrities like ‘oh so and so is here’. I hate to break it to you Margrethe but just like everyone else in this bar; we’re nobodies.” You answered and sipped your beer, it was already starting to sweat and no one likes watered down beer.

The dive bar was a frequent stop on a Saturday night and this night was like any other. Kattegat was a growing city, an old town but bustling with new life some older than the sagas and some fresh as fucking daisy. High rises left and right and close by the water, a nightlife that the people including yourself and your blonde friend held dear.

Margrethe bit her lip and wiggled her eyebrows. “That guy doesn’t seem to share your same sentiment.”

“Okay which guy?”

“The one at the end of the bar by the bathrooms, he’s in all black you can’t miss him." 

Just in case this mystery man was looking your way you pretended to look for the bathrooms, leaning back a little on your stool with a pondering look and shifted your eyes to the given direction.

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[lupy22]

Talk about making me a sinner!!! This story. . . Chef's kiss! I love it

[lupy22]

It's Halloween!!!!

So later today I will be posting a Disturbia fic with Bjorn/Reader and another chapter of SMASLB. Im currently working on another Disturbia with Ivar/Reader I hope to finish it so I can post it tonight.

Also even after Halloween I plan to be writing more spooky fics

[honeymanor]

Happy Halloween 🎃

[honeymanor]

Fansly - Cashapp 

[ivars-heathen]

Hello heathens I'm certainly ready for Halloween any time of year but this year I'm definitely going to hell for what I've got going on 😏 incubus/priest Ivar is in the works soooo if you've still got a soul I'm going to add it to my collection! Stay tuned friends @synnersaint @lupy22 @whenimaunicorn @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan @bloodyivar @sconniebelle @equalstrashflavoredtrash @ceridwenofwales and the rest!

[lupy22]

So excited for this!!!

[gearhead66]

I saw this game going around but it was getting very long, so I am starting it again 🤪

Tag friends and keep the game going!

I have no complaints about getting either man 😍🥵

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[sunshinepanic]

He’s fucking crazy, but I like that 😜 I will gladly take my murder baby.

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[lupy22]

Daddy Ragnar??? Oh I can do that!

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[ivars-heathen]

I mean... He's not daddy @lupy22 but he is young daddy amirite @synnersaint 😏😏if you know you know!! And a happily married bitch I would be 😆😆@sparklemichele @siren-kitten-his @whenimaunicorn

[synnersaint]

@ivars-heathen @lupy22 just throw me in and put the nails in the coffin, cause I’m out! 😂🤣

These men are here to destroy souls

[lupy22]

Yessss!!!!! And they do it without even trying

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[lupy22]

In The Flesh Masterlist

Summary:

Reader has a gift and is able to pick up that Lucifer is hiding in Castiel’s body. Lucifer catches on quick and decides to strike a deal with her. The deal seems simple enough, he let’s the Reader and the Winchesters live as long as she helps him with whatever he wants. But striking a deal with the Devil always has consequences and with the sudden needy looks in his eyes the Reader begins to fear what he truly wants.

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[lupy22]

@ambivertedcroissant

[lupy22]

Are you okay?

For the most part, thank you for checking in on me. I just been so busy and then when I wasn't busy I was depressed and its a bad cycle. But I know I'll get through it. I always do.