Warnings: yandere behaviour(obsessive), unhealthy thoughts , description of murder and torture, possessiveness etc.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request and I hope you like it as it's my first time writing a yandere character (hope I got it right)

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Aethelstan is really sweet towards you. He often volunteers on training with you or to go hunting, so he can get a little privacy together. The boy hates when someone else interrupts you, his hand wrapping a little too tight around your waist.

Aethelstan who makes sure you have a good time whenever you find yourself sitting at an ale house. Drink by drink and your cheeks start to get warm and your smile a little too inviting for the people around.

Aethelstan plays with the handle of his dagger, waiting for the perfect opportunity to slice the person in question's throat so your attention could be focused once again on you.

Aethelstan who doesn't let you hang out with other people if he's not there. At first you looked past it as it wasn't a big deal but when you tried to seek one night of pleasure he was there to ruin everything.

Aethelstan punched the man so hard blood was covering half of his face and you struggled to get him to calm down. You stroked his cheek in order to ease him and get him out before anyone could question you.

Aethelstan who watches you sleep peacefully, covered in furs, clueless about what he's planning. He twirls his knife repeatedly thinking of different ways to kill the man from earlier. Ripping off his skin, cutting off his manhood and the list goes on.

The news reached you quickly as the man you tried to get with was brutally dismembered, left in a pile of blood. He killed him.

Aethelstan seems surprised when you yell at him for killing the guy. Instead of responding with the same attitude, he smiles, cradling you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

He reassures you that he was nothing but a sinner, unworthy of your love and what you had to offer.

𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽

Summary: One particular evening ended up with Danes invading the city, killing and stealing whatever they laid eyes upon. Should you feel lucky Ubba's eyes laid upon you?

Warnings: description of violence,blood and death, fluffy at the end.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy this little piece.

⤹"My advice for you is: to never cross Ubba, and never, never fight him"

You have heard the tales many times before. About people that resented God and acted only against Him. Pagans without bits of humanity left in their hearts.

A few minutes ago you were having dinner with your father and a few important people from the village, discussing matters or rather gossiping about the new crowned king Alfred.

Then, all hell broke loose. They came as shadows in the night, destroying everything that those poor people had built, whipping their families from history.

Bodies laid everywhere, the strong smell of blood filling your nose and causing your stomach to turn.

"Move your ass forward, Saxon" A Dane spoke, pushing your father further into the enemy crowd.

Your whole body was trembling, fear crawling within your bones "Stop!" The yell caused everyone's head to turn, a few men smirking without shame.

Without warning you were taken by the arms and moved beside your father who now looked straight ahead, every hope for salvation dying from his eyes.

"Ubba, these two seem interesting"

Summary: Faith decided to keep you away from each other but still so close it hurt.

Warnings: smutty scene, forbidden relationship, unfaithfulness etc(I do not condone cheating and being unfaithful to your partner but this was quite a fun idea to write)

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Author's Note: I believe that season three it's Sihtric's best look but still him in season four deserves more recognition.

⤹His kiss was addicting. The gentle words he whispers in your ears as he moves you on top of him faster were melting your heart.

"This has to end.." You whimpered, feeling him deep inside you. His lips were placing wet kisses on your neck, his hands bringing your body impossibly close to his naked one.

Sihtric simply nodded, stealing yet another kiss from you "Only this time…and then we stop I promise"

You've heard the same sentence for more than three years now. Every time he made the promise it was just another lie to conceal what was truly going on.

Your fingers traced his tattoo, your hair falling in front of your face.

Gods be damned for making you this beautiful. He couldn't resist you. He didn't want to.

Sihtric lied to himself that he would eventually stop. He was married and had children, but a voice from the back of his head told him to have you. Only for a night. It was enough.

Only it wasn't.

Summary: The battles he grew to love so much since he was kid were the ones that took you away from him. The smell of blood and the yells of the injured and still he only sees you. There, one life ends…another begins.

Warnings: description of injuries, character death, overall angst

Author's Note: First time I'm writing for Cregan Stark and I'm choosing violence.

⤹The room was warm, the flames decorating the hard stone walls with sorts of shapes. It was a calm atmosphere, one you grew to love so much ever since you became the Lady of Winterfell.

Cregan, your husband, was resting behind you, his arms holding your body glued to his. The two of you were catching your breaths, courtesy of what took place only a few minutes ago.

The man nuzzled his face into your hair, placing lazy kisses on the side of your head and behind your ear.

"You really have to go?" Your voice was just above a whisper, feeling Cregan's heart with sorrow. He thought you already settled on the matter. It couldn't be avoided. The battle was inevitable.

He squeezed your body further onto his, his lips warm on your bare shoulder "I must do my part,my love…. there's no going back"

You shifted your body so you could face him. His beautiful face was so close to yours your lips touched. Grazing your hand on his spine and tangling your fingers in his dark hair "But it is…"

Cregan shifted his weight on his arm looking down at you, his eyes becoming glassy "No, it is not..my love I wished it was"

His soft lips captured your own, tasting the salty tears that started to fall down your face as he moved on top of you.

▸ ➛Summary: Words can't describe what he wants to do to you but don't worry, he'll show you.

Warnings: pure filthy smut

Author's Note: I'm going to hell for this(sorry for the delay)

⤹The tips of his fingers traced your spine, the cold lips of his kissing the side of your neck so slowly, gently moving his hand to meet your wet core.

His thumb gathering the slick that was about to run down your legs then coming to torture your all too needy pussy.

Your moans made Aemond Targaryen a bit too eager for you. The gentleness of your voice sounding like honey to him, and your trembling arms that held on his neck for support were direct proof that he had the same effect on your pretty self.

As much as you wanted him to speak to you, to make the slightest sounds, he didn't. But the heavy breathing of his indicated that he enjoyed where this was going.

Your body was completely bare on his freshly washed bed sheets, the silk allowing you to be more comfortable.

"Ah…Aemond" He traced your pussy lips before burying his fingers in your cunt, your hips meeting the gentle thrusts of his fingers.

Your head was thrown back, your hair resting on your face and breasts like you were a goddess. The ends of your hair resting teasingly on your hard nipples, Aemond coming down to take one of them in his mouth.

Your fingers tangled in his long white hair, tugging at the roots when you felt your release approach.

The skin felt hot on his lips as he freed himself from his clothes, discarding them somewhere on the floor, it didn't matter really.

Right when the coil in your stomach tightened, Aemond removed his fingers, replacing them with what you so desperately desired.

For a second he let a whimper slip from his lips but quickly forgot when he started moving inside of you. You were so tight around him that for a second he thought he won't be able to last. Your gummy walls applying unbearable pressure on his dick "F-fuck-"

When you finally adjusted to his length, he started to move at a way faster pace than you initially thought.

Your eyes were holding back tears as your body rocked back and forth, your moans and whimpers counseled by the thick walls of his chambers.

"Don't you dare hold back" He ordered, his hair now a mess on top of his shoulders and chest. His body was lean but still with muscle decorating every inch of him.

His hand held on your jaw, tracing your lips as his hips thrusted more ruthlessly into you "Neither do you"

You whimpered, a small smirk appearing in the corner of your lips.

Then you watched his fingers coming down to apply pressure on your sensitive clit.

As if him fucking into your hole wasn't enough, he tortured your clit by drawing fast circles on top of the reddened flesh.

"Oh God-" You moaned, holding onto his wrist, afraid that he'll move his hand away from your pussy.

He happily obeyed, getting you to cum the next second.

The feeling was so strong that your whole body started trembling, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

Aemond pulled out of you, pleased to witness your juices spilling out of your pussy and onto the bed.

Summary: Aemond loved you since he was a little kid. He loved you even when you had eyes for someone else. Six years later You make the first move.

Author's Note: Feel free to suggest anything in the comments such as future one shots or fanfics ideas(also beware the sexual tension)

part II

⤹At ten years of age, Aemond knew little about love. He only received it from his mother, the queen, but rarely.

That being said, he became quiet, the pout visible on his face at any time of the day. The bullying from his so-called 'family' didn't help either. If more, it only pushed him to the edge. He felt an indescribable anger that was channeled for many years. The loss of his eye making the final cut.

This storm of emotions thought him to be a fierce warrior, a feared dragon rider and an unpredictable prince. When people walked past him, they would often put distance so that they wouldn't risk an outburst. Those weren't often, because no one from King's Landing provoked him, or dared to do so.

So, when he was training with Ser Criston, in his focused state he managed to catch sight of the only people he wished to never see again. His nephews.

"Well done, my prince. You'll win tourneys in no time" The dark haired knight, congratulated rather heavy, catching his breath.

Aemond lowered his sword which was pointing at the knight's throat and turned his full attention on the two boys that hid their bodies with the help of people "Nephews…have you come to train?"

Jace and Luke were disturbed. Aemond was glaring at them, a hint of danger present in his eye.The boy's expected at any moment for their uncle to point his sword at them but he never did.

Someone else was pointing the sword at him.

Summary: Diving down into Aemond Targaryen's love for you.

Author's Note: This is only a tiny part of what I have in mind for this character because he is currently my favourite one.

Feel free to check out my main account. I'm more active there(bio)

Aemond Targaryen is one of the most difficult people to read. His cold aura and his sharp stare would make anyone turn around and avoid talking to him. He's unpredictable around strangers and people he doesn't necessarily like.

His hard exterior, however,crumbles when he's alone with you. The man likes to hold you in his arms for hours on end and teach you certain words in High Valyrian, his personal favourites being ' my love' 'sweetheart'

Aemond tries not to chuckle upon hearing your accent and the way you mispronounce some words. He would kiss your forehead and encourage you to go on, planting a deep kiss on your lips when you finally get it right.

"I'm so proud of you"

Hearing his praise makes your cheeks heat up. Despite your efforts to hide your face in his chest he would cup your face and press your forehead on his, closing your eyes and stay silent until the both of you fall asleep.

Aemond was quite hesitant to show you who he truly is at first. Every chance the two of you had to be intimate he would brush it off and act like nothing happened. He was afraid of you seeing his face without the eyepatch. His scar would most definitely scare you away.

So after many failed attempts, you finally muster the courage to ask him "I want to see you Aemond. Please..I want to see your face"

His body would freeze and he would shield his face from your view but you didn't want to let him escape that easily. Your fingers came in contact with the eyepatch and you lifted it up carefully, while your lips smashed against his.

Trembled fingers came in contact with the scared skin and you opened your eyes to see what laid in front of you. Aemond.

Simple as that.

The scar was big but still it didn't make him any less beautiful. Your cold lips kissed the healed skin and you slowly pushed him back on the bed.

For hours you kissed and bit every inch of him, fingers tangled in his long hair, your clothes long forgotten on the floor.

There were just the two of you. Young people,making love to one another with a simple wish for time to stop and not tear them away from each other's arms. Time was precious as the said night was. You wished for him to lay by your side like this and not go risk his life for people that did not deserve it.

You wanted him to live, he wanted you to live. So you could run away for faith already written down. All you could hope for was. .

Outer Banks One Shot

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: mention of parental abuse, scars and wounds, mention of assault, slight angst, fluff, established relationship, season 1 setting

Summary: You and JJ have a deep conversation while the others are sleeping at the chateau.

a/n: the first time im writing something about this character, hope I managed to make it tolerable

Ever since John B found out about the gold his dad spent time searching for, you and the rest of the pogues decided to help him find it so he could finally be at piece with himself. Since then, all your friends focused countless nights on finding the so called treasure, not giving attention to their needs and health.

You've been noticing your boyfriend JJ acting weird lately. After he took the blame on himself so Pope won't get in trouble with the law.

It was something that came in an instant, while his friend was being dragged into the police car. He didn't want Pope to pay for making justice for himself after Rafe and Topper assaulted him. Because when it comes to kooks, law is always blind.

A few days passed since the incident and you were now resting on the hammock, looking at the night sky. JJ and the rest were in, talking about the next plan.

You didn't feel like participating, mostly because you had spaced out a lot today. Seeing JJ's bruised cheek really put you on edge.

Who could possibly do this to him?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a certain blond male walking towards you "You good?" He asked taking a seat beside you. Your eyes darted on his face, analysing the little scar resting on his lip and the mark on his cheek.

"I should be the one asking you that. JJ, what happened to you?" Your voice was barely above a whisper but still enough for him to hear. He looked anywhere but at you. His words were caught in his throat, water gathering in the blue of his eyes "It's nothing. Don't worry" His voice betrayed him instantly, making you rest a hand on the bruised cheek.

Your fingers were stroking the area carefully not to hurt him. He rested his forehead against yours trying his best to calm down his cries. After a few seconds of silence he finally managed to mumble the words you never thought he'll say "My father...H-he" A single tear ran down his face. He closed his eyes in hopes he'll keep his composure, only then he heard a whimper leave your lips. You were crying.

"That fucker-" You mumbled burying your face in his neck. His arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to his body. He rested his head on your shoulder, as his hand stroked your back up and down "JJ, I don't want him hurt you again" He could feel the pain in your voice. It was kinda ironic. Him doing his best to calm you down when it should be the opposite. JJ didn't mind though. He didn't need words, he needed touch.

JJ needed someone to love him the way he is, with all his flaws. He needed someone to come to when he was feeling down, someone who understands him and not pity him.

The boy was aware that this was a lot to take in. Not everyday your boyfriend tells you he's being abused. But he admires you for being here. For being brave enough to not run away from him and his demons.

"I love you, JJ. So much, you don't even know. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, baby. Please" You placed a kiss against his neck, tightening your grip around him. Your fingers were buried in his blonde strands massaging his scalp.