#do you really expect me to believe he beat the ‘fuck or die’ primal urges via a fight :

[an-actual-floof]

every once in a while I’m forced to remember what a crazy loophole they tried to pull with Amok Time, essentially hearing “even though I didn’t sex or die, the shock of.. uhm killing the captain! Made me forget all my feelings for T’Pring! Crazy right! Wild how everything works out haha” after watching Spock and Kirk roll around in the dirt for a couple minutes was fucking wild

#i feel taken for a FOOL #do you really expect me to believe he beat the ‘fuck or die’ primal urges via a fight :/ #smth must’ve happened between then and now #surely there was enough friction involved for something to go on #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #spock #spirk #james t kirk #jim kirk #amok time

[vikingsagine]

The Aftermath - The Shield-Maiden’s Wrath: BONUS CHAPTER - (Bjorn x Reader)

Summary: Bjorn learns something new. He should have never fucked you over.

Yes, sorry. But they did end up fucking, haha. Sorry if you don’t like it. If you don’t like how it end, I’m open to other ideas. How would you get Bjorn to respect women?

Warnings - Swearing and yep. REVENGEEE!

Part One

 Part Two - where the shit goes down.

ENJOY!! Coz I did!! *muahahaha*

@soleil-dor​ @ivarthebloodyking​ @youbloodymadgenius​ @abonelessgod​ @sadbutatleastsassy​ @heavenly1927​

No, you did not leave Bjorn.

No, you did not forgive him.

No, you didn't hate him.

Instead you stayed.

But, not in the way you think.

“Where are you going?” Bjorn hummed and pulled you closer to his body. His fingers tracing over your beautiful and prominent stomach, eyes lighting up like Christmas lights. His child, his baby, his son or daughter. For some reason, he didn’t mind that much. “Stay a little longer, I know you want to.” Bjorn buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips leaving light kisses. It felt good, nice, pleasant but not right.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” You hummed and tore yourself from his grasp, finally standing from the fur of your bed and pulled the sheets of clothes over your form. Dignity and honor and self-righteousness, that is what you promised yourself from the start.  

“What are you talking about? Of course I did.” Peering over your shoulder, you ogled the great build of your husband. Piercing blue orbs that mirrored the endless possibilities of what he wanted, what he yearned for, what was good for him. “Did you?” 

“Yes I did.” That is the truth. Every time Bjorn touched you it was like entering the gates of Valhalla itself, not because it was the dreamed place. Because it was where you belonged. Full of endless nights of fighting, the familiar burn and call of war, drums beating to the sway of your weapon. It was exhilarating. “But, we are not finished.” Bjorn watched as you stood up and began to dress in a blue silk dress, shimmying down your body. 

“Of course we aren’t.” He is annoyed, thinking that the issue of him cheating on you was over. He sucked you into bed with him like always. Managed to win you back. Earned your forgiveness once again. He didn’t understand. “Why must you always make a big deal out of nothing?” Bjorn heaved up and pulled his trousers on. Waiting for you to turn around and glare at him, you did not. 

“Oh my love, I am a woman and you are a man.” You opened the chest that held both his and your clothes, yanking each one of his clothes out into the open. “You really think I forgive you for betraying me?” You turned around and he finally saw it. Nothing like he had seen before. It wasn’t that fire, that passion like last night, it wasn’t even anger. It was something deeper. Stronger. He opened his mouth to say something but you were quick to intervene, pressed your finger to his lips and pushed him on the bed. “I love you, that is why I married you.”

“Then why are you-”

“You broke my trust.” A press of your finger. “You broke my respect.” Poke in the chest. “You broke my heart.” 

That’s was it was, pain. He could see the hurricane of your mixed emotions behind your glowing eyes, delicate acid that tortured his being. Bjorn gulped, knowing very well there was nothing he could do. Nothing. 

“When I accepted your proposal, I told you I would never leave your side and I won’t. When I found out I was with child, I promised that it was yours and it is. When I told you I loved you, I meant it wholeheartedly.” Not once did your voice crack or your face drop, it was cold and solid. 

“But when I said, if you ever hurt me in any way, I would hurt you a hundred times more.” You pulled back from his solid form, maintaining eye contact, you ripped the necklace from your chest and threw it in the mess of clothes.

 “So, I do hope you enjoyed last night because it will be the last time you ever get to lay your filthy, disloyal and treacherous fingers on my body.” Bjorn reached out, you hissed and he stopped. “I’m not finished.” You walked back and picked up his sword, through it with the pile of his things. 

“I will continue to be your wife for the sake of our child and if you choose to find another lover, by all means go ahead. But in doing so, it will prove to me what a little man you really are.” His furs, thrown.

 “No honor.” 

The jewelry he gave you in declaration of his love, discarded. 

“No respect.” 

Little bits and bobs that were all him, in the pile. 

“No dignity.”

 Stopping in front of the door, you leaned against it and gave him a stare that you gave when ordering men. A master to its dog. “Just a horny boy that can’t control his primal urges.” You swung the door open. 

“I am a shield-maiden, a warrior and a woman. Now I suggest you pick your things up, take them with you and get the fuck out of my face.” Bjorn’s jaw dropped in a complete daze, unknowing. He knew you could be cold, merciless and even heartless. But never understood truly, until now. 

The Bjorn Ironside, for the first time in his life realized-

“You bark and I bite.”

- he fucked up, bad.

~~~

“Where is Bjorn?” Ubbe inquired, noticing his older brother’s absence. You wore a smug smile, biting away happily at your meal. Too joyous. Sigurd and Hvitserk glanced towards each other, picking up on your behavior. “Well?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You turned, realizing that they were looking at you expectantly. It seemed your dear husband has yet told them or anyone. Part of you was worried where he was, the other, not so much. They were still peering at you expectantly. “I kicked him out of the house.”

“Come again.” Hvitserk snapped, checking to see if he had hear you correctly. All four boys were completely stunned at your news, not knowing how to answer or to react. 

“I. Kicked. Bjorn. Out.” You mouthed each word loud and clear.

“But-” Hvitserk was cut off by Ivar.

“This is his home, how did you-”

“I don’t believe you.” Sigurd slammed his hands on the table in disbelief. Never ever has he met a woman or known a woman to be so, so, so, so. He didn’t even have words to describe you. 

“Oh yes, it’s very true. I told him to take his things and leave.” You brushed your fingers over the ends of your skirt and watched all their expressions in amusement. 

“There was no noise.” The oldest of the younger four frowned and scrunched his eyebrows up. It made no sense. He was sure, he would have known of this...this...news. There was no noise this morning, Ubbe thought. There was a loud snapping sound but that was the craftsmen. Maybe it was that whizzing noise, no, they don’t do that. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“But you don’t do that.” Ivar growled and dropped the food on his plate. How could he not see it? “You’re suppose to be all over each other, maybe not even come out of your bed chambers until tomorrow or the day after. This is all wrong. I don’t believe you either.” You sighed deeply and sunk back in your chair.

“I don’t expect you to understand but I’ll say it like this.” You gave each and every one them a stern look. “I do not like to be played with.” Hvitserk gulped and spooned his food into his mouth. “And learn from your brother’s mistakes and treat a woman with great respect and love her everyday and if you don’t, well, if I find out. You have been warned.” 

“What about the baby?” Sigurd motioned towards your stomach and the rest all nodded their heads. 

“A baby does not mean he owns me.” You growled, your tolerance of their behavior wearing thin. “Besides, he can still see the child. If I could give this fat stomach over to him and have Bjorn bear this, I would. Now, would you please just let me eat in peace.” Each in their own way they apologized and continued with their meal.

Yes, you were deeply in love with Bjorn. You still considered him the most fearsome warrior and you would pick up a sword to fight by his side in the blink of an eye. There was this undying care and adoration you had for him and his brother’s, his family. You still would die in his name, for the honor of your people. But having that said, you chose yourself first. 

You choose yourself.

“So,” Hvitserk broke the tense silence. “Does that mean you’ll marry me now?” 

~~~

>sorry I just had to add them in<

“...come again...” “....Um, what?..”

*no words*

“...huh...” 

#Bjorn x reader #ubbe #ivar #hvitserk #sigurd #vikingsfunny #fluff #funny #bjorn #bjorn lothbrok #bjorn ironside #reader #x read #vikings

[kaziklubaby]

Charles Smith x Fem!reader

Title: Let love conquer your mind, Warrior.

Chapter 3/?

[Chp 1]  [Chp 2]

Words: 2.8k

Pairings: Charles Smith x Fem!Reader

Warnings:  Some fluff, but mostly Smut. Rated M(+18). If you are under 18, you shouldn’t be here. Shoo!

Summary:

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

— William Butler Yeats, The Cloths of Heaven

- Oh... yes, I am.

How could anyone not think he was sad? From the talk around the camp, you knew he was the lovechild of a Native American woman and an African American dad, his momma was somewhat taken away from him and his father, probably raped and killed like an animal, without being entitled to any rights, and his father ended himself in alcohol.

And the scars on his face, no one could have such scars over tripping a rock.

His stoicism, his silence, his respect, all his character had been deepened over the tragedies of his life. And yet, here he was. Alive and fighting. Your own scars seemed nothing near him, your pain was a shadow near his. You shouldn’t compare sorrows, you knew that, for every person feels their own pain differently, but every day that you saw him, it gave you strength to keep pushing a little further. You felt so proud of him.

- How do you keep going? – you asked.

He shook his shoulders and sighed.

- There are two wolves inside of us all, we can't let our sufferings be greater than ourselves, even when we don’t really understand it all.

And there it was again, that fire in your chest, burning your very heart and soul. How would you manage to hide that? It’s right, there was something so powerful about Charles Smith that you couldn't quite understand, a gleam in those eyes that you couldn't grasp exactly, until now.

- I see how your eyes get brighter when you look at me. Your smile gets sweeter too. Is that what you wanted to say to me sooner? – he said, looking at you.

Panic spread throughout your body, an alert of danger. But why run now, when you were ready to die for it? Still, you didn’t raise your guilty gaze to him, not for a moment.

When you did, he was still looking at you.

- Guess it was that obvious, huh... – you said.

- For me, it was. And after last night, there wasn't much room for doubt.

- Yet, you do not feel the same way for me. – you said, quickly sparing yourself from hearing those words from his mouth – I get it, not many would feel. You don’t have to apologize or anything. – you tried to smile.

How broken you could be until the day that you wouldn’t be able to get your pieces together again? You felt your eyes be filled with the tears unspoken. But, it was not his fault, of course not. It was you, you disgusting thing. You monstrous thing. Why would anyone like a broken thing like you?

-Y/N, it’s not it. I’m sorry that I made you think that. – he said, leaving his axe.

-Didn’t I just said... – you stopped yourself from ending the sentence.

-It’s not it. – he said, sitting near you, an arm around your shoulders – I said it before. You make sense to me, Y/N. See, It’s hard for both of us... to be open to something like that in our lives, after all... I, for sure, wasn’t expecting it. It’s not something that I looked for. But, then again, that’s not how things happen. And it happened. You must know, It’s new for me. In a life like the one that we live, to have feelings for someone is a challenge, it’s not something we are entitled to.

- Are you blaming me for this? – the thought pop out of your mouth.

- No, never. That’s not what I’m trying to say. – he said – I want to be with you too, Y/N.

You sighed.

- You didn't want them to hear us, did you? – you said. That appeared obvious now that you heard what he had to say.

- I guess what I was trying to do was to have a private conversation, rather than a confession around some drunken folk. What I had to say to you was meant for only you, not for the likes of them.

You left it sink in you for a moment. He wanted to be with you? The idea seemed something out of a feverish dream. Charles wasn’t one for joking, and you were yet to discover his sense of humor, but you couldn’t quite believe it was happening.

- Don’t look so surprised – he said – Since all of this was thanks to you, and for that I’m grateful.

- Thanks to me? What did I do?

- The way you looked at me every morning, you gave me fresh air when I didn’t know that I needed it. The way your voice always softened when we spoke, it made me wonder, or how you were always around, even when not close enough, you made me feel comfortable. You entered my life, and for some unknown reason, you stayed. You prevailed over my thoughts, even when I didn't know my actual feelings. Y/N, you showed me that I deserved more than I thought I would get, for that I’m grateful.

Your eyes filled with tears again, and you closed them so he wouldn’t see. You felt his arms around you, warm and inviting. It felt like all the sadness and pain vanished from you, all of a sudden. However, It felt like heaven and hell all at once, because if on one hand the suffering had disappeared, on the other, the hunger had only increased. You buried your face on his shoulder and neck, hiding your tears and how torn you were for him.

In his scent still lingered the memory of the sweat of the day’s rush, and it excited you on a primal level. You did not think it was repulsive, on the contrary, it aroused you even more. His scent, like rain that just fell on the ground, a scent of herbs and something more, something dark and full of spices, something carnal and striking like musk of the skin, something that made your body respond to his. Ah, it made you whine, as you kissed his neck ever so lightly, as if you were tasting something rare and special.

You heard him sigh at your ear, sending shivers through your body. Some part of you knew that you should stop, but you were all want and no time to waste. Trembling with desire, you got up, and landed on his lap watching how all moved in slow motion as if you were being carried away by the waves of pleasure. It was strange and yet enticing to experience that kind of satisfaction, you never felt that before. You moved your hands over his shoulders, then wrapping his hair in your fingers, while you continued to kiss his neck and jaw, but not light kisses this time, for this kisses were becoming more demanding, rougher.

- If you continue doing this, I won't keep account of what I will do. – his voice was low and raspy, and you wanted nothing more than let him do whatever he pleased with you.

You approached his ear, and bit the lobe gently, sucking it. With a sigh, you let go and whispered so low that only he could hear.

- I don’t want you to. – you said.

His arms were but a light touch, a hug, lingering over your body until the moment they were no more. Now they were almost like iron bars holding you tightly, and pressing you against him. You felt his erection against you, and it made you moan in anticipation, you wanted him so bad.

Now was his time to indulge you. And how slow he moved over your skin... sucking ever so deeply but burning you in such slow fire. You stick your nails to his shoulders, trying to urge him.

- Just let me go... C'mon... fuck me good.

- Heh, you thought that it would be that simple? – he bit your chin, and moaned low, almost like a wildcat.

Finally, he kissed you in your lips, and you wanted to die right there as your heart skipped a beat. His lips were soft and full, conquering every part of your mouth with a desire that matched your own. You felt hot all over, anxious over him holding you tight as he was, when he let go of your lips, you felt not only frustrated, but also in need of air.

- We can’t keep here, my wild thing.

- You have no tent – you stated the obvious, without taking your eyes off the prize – nor have I.

- I know a place. – he said getting up, and carrying you against his chest. His hands full of your ass, keeping you close to him. Your legs spread around him made you dripping wet. God! You held him like you were holding life itself, it was stronger than you, and the urge far deeper.

He whisked you away, trying to avoid the ones keeping guard. The man was silent as a mountain lion, and easily you two were away from awake eyes. Charles distanced both of you from the camp, but there was no cabin, nor place where you could hide when you got there. Luckily, your decency was nothing more than a thought to be left on the back of your head, for you wanted to be taken right then and there. You rubbed yourself against him, demanding his touch as you bit his shoulder in vengeance, “please” you thought, “just make me yours”, but you couldn't speak, only moan your demands.

He kissed you deeply this time, and his tongue that before was merely recognizing terrain, now was confident and danced with yours, and you tasted him and his sweet, although spicy, flavor. He tasted like fresh pepper and caramelized sugar at the same time.

You felt his boner again, and you pressed yourself against it, trying to distinguish Its length. Soon, he lowered himself and put you on the ground, you stayed quiet for a time, absorbing his features, how he looked so messy, his usual aura of indifference crumbled at your feet, and you could feel the heat of his desire, his body responded to that ancient call, and he prayed on that temple of claim, he prayed as he took off your clothes, piece by piece.

You pressed your body against him, holding his throbbing cock in your hand over his pants.

You wanted to taste him there too, wanted to hear him moan your name, pledge his desire to you. But, as you soon found out, he wanted to edge you as much as you wanted to do it with him, and how could you say no to him? He locked your thighs in his arms, and buried his face in your wet cunt.

With a single lick from ass to clit you screamed and nailed your fingers to the dirty.

- Godamn it Charles! Yes! Please yees! – you shouted between groans and sighs. Your voice getting ever more high pitched than before.

He sucked your clit, and licked your cunt right at the point where you swore you could die from pleasure. But suddenly he stopped, his mouth all wet.

-No! Why did you... do it again! – you asked, breathless.

He licked his lips.

- I don’t want you to come just yet. – he said, and he kissed you, and your taste in his mouth made you shiver. He liked the way you tasted. You cunt was aching already, and he wouldn’t give you what you wanted.

You took off his clothes with desperation, filling the gaps of your imagination with the curves of his body – the way his chest got up and down, how beautiful his shoulders were, his arms, his collarbones, his belly...

Your hands traveled down his pants, and you could only imagine if his cock would rip through the fabric of his pants. You got down, ready to see it for the first time. But he stopped you.

- Let me see it. – you said.

He didn’t feel much comfortable.

- You don’t have to do this – he said.

- I know, but I want to.. I want it so much, please, give it to me – you said.

He got up, as you sited on your legs, completely naked. He took off his pants and you saw it. You always imagined that he would be big, but that level of thickness wasn't in your expectations, you wondered if it would fit in your mouth, and the only way you could be sure was trying for it.

You held it in your hand, amazed and dazzled by the thought of it ripping you inside out. You easily put the tip in your mouth, sucking ever so gently, but as you went deeper, his cock was getting thicker and you couldn't fit it all.

He made small movements towards you with his hip, but not enough to make you gag. He had no such desire, not yet anyway. He felt his member in fever, if he didn’t control himself, he was sure to come in your mouth, and even if that was hot as hell, he wanted to do other things with you.

He pulled you through your hair, making you back away from him, saliva dripping from your mouth, then put you on your feet – his boner pressing against your belly – and slid a finger inside of you.

You cringed and moaned.

- You’re so tight – he said – let’s fix that... – he slid a second finger.

- Don’t... I want you to fuck me... – you said, almost crying.

- Why such a rush? – he said, moving his fingers ever so deep inside of you – Besides, if I do it now, I will hurt you.

- No, you won’t... please – you held to him, for your knees already had given up.

- I feel how wet you are, but that’s not enough.

- Charles, please, I need you inside of me, I need you... – you cried.

- I don’t want to hurt you – he said. But his self-control was already crumbling.

- You won’t! You won’t! – you said, your voice begged him desperately.

He laid you down on the ground, and that was the only moment you had second thoughts about it – not because of him, because you wanted all Charles could give you, but, for a brief moment, you saw another person there, someone that should never be remembered again, someone that made you sick on the stomach. You shook yourself from that memory and saw Charles again.

When he entered you, that small place of freedom between your thighs, you screamed, but not from pain.

- You okay? – he asked.

- Yes! Yeees! – you cried.

It didn't hurt per se, instead, it felt like that empty whole of desire and desperation was being filled, stretched for pleasure.

If it wasn’t for your smile Charles would have stopped, but as you cringed against him, moaning his name, he just went deeper, until there was no room left for him inside of you. He was amazed at how much of him you could take, there was almost nothing left. At first, he went very slow, stretching you until you were just his size, that’s when the real fucking started.

He moved as he wanted to bury himself deep inside of you. Soon he found the perfect rhythm that made you squeal under him, digging your nails in his arms and shoulders. You came all over his cock right there, and your body threatened to collapse in him. You sighed deeply, and kept together.

The way your bodies moved together created an intoxicating feeling, he edged you as much as he could again but even him wasn't holding up for much longer. You kissed and sucked his neck with hunger, never getting tired of his taste and scent, never enough.

He was about to pull off when you closed your legs around him, holding him inside you.

- Come inside of me. – you said.

- What if.. – he said.

- It’s okay, I already had my days – you said.

He shrugged, and kept going, riding you until the last minute. You felt his body become tense, and his cock hard as rock throbbing inside of you. He pulled you so close that his movements were small yet fierce. That’s when you came again, and this time he put you out of commission for good, you had not much strength to keep moving with him, but he soon came too.

He moaned in the sexiest way you ever heard, sending shivers down your spine. After a few minutes, he tried to pull away from you, but you held him still, lingering in the feeling of him still inside of you.

He held you with care, kissing the top of your head, smelling your hair. Both hoping to restore themselves.

- I have nothing to offer you but this. – he said, holding you closer to him.

- I have nothing of my own that I could give you as well... But this is enough for me. You are enough for me.

#charles smith #charles smith x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #fanfiction #smut #pure smut #letloveconqueryourmind