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Jamie Lannister*Extra Credit

Pairing: proffesor!Jamie x f!student!reader

Kinktober Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

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There was not a student who didn’t groan when they realised, they were stuck with Professor Lannister. The only saving grace was hot fit he was, well that’s what he heard the students whisper about him while they waited for him to begin the lecture. He was strict, he knew that, but he thought fair. After all, if you just did the work what is the issue? Even if he pilled the work sky high.

He’d been teaching here for five years now with no issues. Not a single problem. That was till your flashy legs waltzed into his class with a short, pleated skirt and iced coffee in hand three minutes late. “Sorry professor,” you said, squeezing past him as he went to lock the door like he did at four minutes past every lesson. He had no time for late commers.

The students who saw his eyes follow you assumed it was a glare of contempt and feared for your next mark, but Jamie was trying desperately not to let his eyes wander down before turning his attention back to the door.

“Welcome to Military History 101 I am Jamie Lannister, your professor, and I accept nothing but greatness so if you came here for an easy pass,” he said, letting his eyes wander around the room, basking in the scent of nervous freshman sweat, “you are in for an uphill battle,” he said, his eyes landing on you. “And don’t even think of trying to make up for mediocrity with extra credit since I don’t do it,” he added making half the freshman groan.

You however seemed unfazed. You were scrawling in a notebook, pink pen with fluffy top in perfectly manicured hand, and a smirk tugging on your lip at the last line. Jamie felt himself swallow hard as he realised it was not just his students who’d be fighting uphill this year.

Every lesson you did not fail to disappoint. You came in exactly 3 minutes past with a coffee cup in hand just before he would lock the door. he wondered if it was deliberately spiteful or if you just enjoyed squeezing past him. Only once did you ever show up in sweats and the way the juicy letters hung over your ass had just as much of an affect on him as your favourite short skirts.

Usually, you left as the bell rang however as all the tired zombie freshman shuffled out, he noticed you lingering back with a friend before waving them off and walking up to him. “Sir?” you asked, not noticing the shockwave the word sent through your professor. “I was needing some help on something,”

Jamie however was thinking of the ways you could help his growing trouser problem he discussed by pulling his chair closer to his desk, “What seems to be the matter?”

“It’s the assignment due Monday. I was wondering if I could submit it Friday instead?” you asked, no reasoning, no added context. Just asking with a pretty smile.

Usually, Jamie would scoff or roll his eyes but for a moment, perhaps just to be able to see your face up close a few moments longer, he entertained it, “May I ask why? Do you plan on nursing a hangover this weekend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow but you only chuckled at his words.

“No professor. It’s basically done I just know I can make it perfect with an extra couple days. After all you said you expected nothing but greatness,” the smirk on your lips should’ve been your cocky nail in the coffin but Jamie couldn’t tell if he respected your thought process or just wanted to feel what those lips could do.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his chair, “Do you think the Targaryen’s got an extension when they decided to conquer Dorne?”

“No,” you said, tilting your head to the side, “but I thought setting the classroom alight would send the wrong message,”

Another chuckle left him. Gods he was mentally hitting himself for that. At least no one else was here to watch him grow soft because of a random college girl. He paused, allowing his eyes to scan your face before snapping himself from his daze, “Fine. But you better deliver on your word,”

“I always do,” you grinned, “Thank you sir, I’ll see you later,” you said before turning to leave. Jamie allowed himself to watch how your hips swayed out the door however as soon as it closed his head fell back and he groaned loudly as he contemplated whether the things, he imagined doing to you were morally wrong. After all you were his student.

Sure, as fate he got your essay in on Friday and decided to mark it as soon as the class had ended. He sat back in his chair shocked at the 99% he wrote in red ink on top of the paper. When Monday came the freshman nerves raced through the room as the waited for their papers to be handed out. Jamie usually delighted in telling them he’d hand them out as they were leaving but today, he was bored and hungover from a long weekend with his brother who had tried to find him girls to get his mind off of you.

However, as he was calling out names and handing them their papers as they scurried out the door Jamie found himself moving your paper to the side. “Robb Stark,” Jamie called the second last name and the Stark boy all but flung himself out his chair to grab his paper, sighing of relief when he saw the 89% on the corner.

“Its okay if you didn’t get round to mine,” You said, standing from your chair as Robb left the room.

Today it was a short red, black plaid skirt that clung to your hips that swayed as you walked down the stairs of the lecture hall to his desk. The black high neck top should have in theory been modest, but it made your chest pop in a way he wondered if was intentional. “I did,” he said, letting his eyes scan your body for a moment, as discreetly as a desperate man could. “I must say you live up to your word,” he said as he held out the paper.

He saw a real smile, though small, cross your lips at the red pen. “Thank you, sir,”

“Don’t thank me, you did the work,” he said, moving to sit on the corner of his desk, “Though next time I expect it to be in on time,”

“Of course, sir,” you said, moving to tuck the paper into your backpack which gave him another chance to look at the curves of your hips. however, your light laugh snapped him out of his dirty thoughts as he realised, he had been caught. Before he could stutter anything out you spoke again, “Do you have a girlfriend sir?” you asked, eyelashes batting.

Jamie stammered for a moment before laughing, trying to cover himself but failing miserably, “No I don’t um why do you ask?” he eventually managed out.

You shrugged, shoving your backpack over your shoulder, “Just wondering is all,” you smiled before turning to leave. Like second nature his eyes moved to your ass however just as you turned back to say, “Bye sir,” with a smirk before shutting the door behind yourself. He was officially fucked.

A few weeks had past, and Jamie wondered if everyone in the room could feel the tension or if it was just him. He was sat in his office grading papers for his post grad class when a knock came from the door. “Come in,” he called, not looking up from his papers.

“Sir?” his head snapped up at the sound of your voice, “I was wondering if you could help me with something,” you said, holding an open notebook in your hand. Jamie nodded but you had already came in, moving to stand beside him behind his desk. Even when not in class you were still in one of those schoolgirl skirts and Jamie wondered how many you could possibly own.

“I was wondering if this argument seems right,” you said, placing the notebook on his desk. Jamie leaned forward, his eyes attempting to scan the page, but he could feel the way you leaned in, watching his movements. However, he didn’t see the way your eyes scanned his body and the way his perfectly tailored trousers showed his bulge or how sexy his arms looked with the sleeves messily pushed up.

Jamie did his best to talk his way through the argument, explaining in monotonous details where you had gone right and wrong all while feeling your hot breath tickle his skin. “Does that help?” he asked, looking up at you before realising how close your lips were.

They curved into a smile as you leaned in only to grab your notebook and stand up. He knew you were teasing him, he just knew, but how was a man supposed to cope with this? “Yeah, it does. Thank you, sir,”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as he looked up at you.

Your eyes fell from a moment, your tongue briefly wetting your lips, “I don’t know sir. Is there?” you asked, looking up again through heavy lashes.

Jamie felt something snap in himself. he moved before he thought and soon his hand was on the back of your neck and his lips were slammed against yours. the kiss had caught you off guard, but it didn’t take long for you to catch up, your hands moving to pull at his hair making Jamie groan into the kiss.

He moved the chair back, not breaking the kiss, as you moved to climb into his lap. His hands moved to squeeze your ass, moaning against your lips as his tongue slipped in not that you would have stopped him. Your hips moved, grinding yourself down onto his hard bulge making his fingers dig in deeper.

Jamie broke the kiss. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, his voice ragged as his hot breath fanned across your face making your skin tingle.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, your lips moving to kiss along his sharp jaw.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands slipping up to the small of your back, pressing your body against his, “You know you won’t get extra credit for this?” he asked.

You giggled against his skin, lifting your head to face him as your hands slid to his shoulders, “I don’t need the extra credit. Just you,” you added, your eyes flickering down to his shirt, your hands slowly moving the unbutton the top button.

Jamie watched you silently as you undid 3 of his buttons before suddenly standing, his arms hooked around your thighs. You gasped as you felt your butt hit the desk and Jamies bulge press against your clothed core. His lips crashed down onto yours, his hands sliding beneath your skirt to finally feel your hips properly.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer making him grind against you, his bulge rubbing against your clit. Your fingers scrambled to undo his buttons, quickly making there way down till they were all undone and you were able to run your hands along his toned abs.

His hand squeezed your thigh before slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit over your panties making you moan lightly into the kiss. This only made him want this more as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, running a digit up your slit, “So wet for me,” he mumbled against your lips, “Such a good girl,” he praised sending a spark through your core.

Before you could try come up with a sassy comment or teasing remark you gasped as he pushed two fingers in slowly, stretching you out perfectly. His lips moved to your neck, kissing down all the exposed skin he could as his fingers began to curl perfectly as his thumb moved to rub slow circles onto your clit.

You felt your hips begin to buck, his free hand moving to hold them down against the desk as you felt a growing knot in your stomach. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching but you didn’t wait so long for a bit of fingering. Your hand moved to grab his wrist, feeling just how strong he was as you did. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, “I need you. please sir,” you whined, your voice strained as you felt yourself clench around his fingers.

Jamie muttered curses under his breath and if you didn’t see him unbuckling his belt you’d wonder if you had taken it too far. Suddenly a look of defeat dawned on his face, “Fuck I don’t have a- “

“I’m on the pill just please,” you practically begged, grabbing his bicep and squeezing it lightly, “please just fuck me already,” you’d barely got the words out before he had his cock in his hand.

It looked painfully hard, but you didn’t look long as you felt his lips against yours again and felt him line himself up, rubbing his tip over your clit making you whimper against his lips. He knew what he was doing, you realised, but so did you. perhaps the way he slowly pushed his tip in then out again was pay back for all the short skirts you’d deliberately worn just for him.

“Please,” you whined against his lips.

You felt them curl into a smirk, “I like when you beg,” he mumbled, pressing his tip in again. “Been imagining this all semester. Bending you over a table right in the middle of class,” he said, finally pushing in deeper making you whimper, “Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned as you tighten your legs around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fucking love when you call me that,” he said, his eyes closing tight as your cunt squeezed around him, still not fully in, “and these skirts of yours. tiny fucking skirts. For a good girl you really are such a tease, aren’t you?” he said, finally pushing all the way in before giving you a second to adjust. He waited a moment before adding, “I asked you a question,”

“Yes sir,” you said, your voice shaky as he got his revenge on all your teasing.

Jamie smirked again, that annoying cocky smirk you loved so much, “Good girl,” he said before suddenly beginning his thrusts. His hips snapped at a perfect pace, deliberately hard so he could watch your tits bounce under your shirt.

Deciding he’d looked at them over the fabric too long he reached out, pulling the t-shirt up above your tits to reveal a pretty red bra you’d chosen for the occasion. It only made his pace grow harder.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans down but it became hard as you felt his hand move so he could rub quick circles into your already sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel orgasm rapidly approaching as your legs wrapped tight around his waist, making his thrusts even deeper.

The groans and grunts coming from his lips only worked to spear you on as Jamie felt his eyes tighten as he desperately tried not to cum in two seconds. His hands moved from your hips to your tits, groping them over your bra and seriously wishing he had done this sooner. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off for as he felt your walls tighten around him.

“Fuck I can’t I’m gonna,” you panted, your moans hard to contain. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you forward so your head landed in the crook of his shoulder. The new position allowing him to hit a new spot that had you muffling moans into his skin. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as your teeth sunk into his skin as your orgasm crashed down around you.

Jamie however was not far behind, and his thrusts became more sporadic as he chased his high. As you came down from your own you could feel his muscles tighten. You placed a kiss to the skin you had bitten just as you heard Jamie gasp out curse words before feeling him finish.

His head crashed into the crook of your shoulder as he caught his breath. “That was- just fuck, wow,” he panted, his voice hoarse as he lifted his head to look at you.

“Yeah,” you smiled, a dopey fucked out your mind smile that just made Jamie wish he could do this over and over again.

Suddenly Jamie remembered where he was though with a panicked, “Fuck,” as he quickly opened his desk drawer and grabbed some tissues to help clean you up.

As you jumped off his desk, readjusting your skirt and pulling your top back down, he quickly worked on the buttons of his shirts. You glanced at his desk, noticing the crumbled paper you had accidentally ended up on, “Sorry about that,” you grimaced but Jamie just laughed.

“Don’t worry about it. that kids a cunt anyway,” he said making you laugh as well.

You picked up the notebook you had used as an excuse to enter his office in the first place and headed for the door, “Thanks for the help, sir,”

“Anytime love,” Jamie said, settling back into his chair like nothing had happened. Part of you wondered later on that night if it had really happened or if it had just been one amazing sexed out fever dream. That was until you got the email saying extra credit had been applied to your course. you couldn’t help but laugh as you settled in for the night, wondering what else you’d pretend to struggle with to end up in that office.

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性的 ❪ @vilebf ❫ top dom amab reader & bottom sub miguel o'hara 、unintentional humiliation, size comparisons, pet names, mention of cock cages, sounding, dry orgasm, squirting, teasing, sexual tension.

i think something needs to be said about miguel o'hara's obscurely large stature, and why he gets so fucking embarrassed the moment you comment on how "cute" or "pretty" his cock is.

he's extremely large, burly, tall; and he isn't very aware of this until you remind him by fucking his hole open through a mating press instead, legs pressed firmly into his shoulders and your weight boring down on him like a boulder.

with the position you have him in, he can see his own dick slapping clumsily against his stomach while you're renovating his insides to the shape of your cock. it takes him by surprise a little too when you go to describe the colour, to the shape of his tip and curve of his shaft.

he's never perceived his junk like that and he instantly thinks its a bad thing, no matter what type of tone you express or how soft you look at him― he's hopelessly adorable, and somehow it makes him feel like the smaller one instead and it gets him strangely excited?

however, after the night you sing praises to him and he's finally alone by himself, somehow, there's a limit to the amount of stimulation he can get when rubbing one off, feeling as though it is never enough. then he has to resort to other measures; his fingers.

i can also imagine miguel's face the moment you off-handedly ask him to cage his cock or put a sounding rod into it. surely its a juggle of emotions between shock horror and excitement because the idea of foreign objects restricting its main purpose kills his curiosity.

and, you've found that he lasts a lot longer when you put either one of them in or on too, being a whole new experience for the both of you― him knowing what a dry orgasm is for the first time in his life, to how much tighter and fidgety his hole gets as you test its durability.

'does my pretty boy want me to take this out now, hmm?' there's a teasing lilt to your voice that compels miguel to whine below you, streams of tears pummeling down his warm chocolate cheeks.

he tries to form a coherent thought, but that is quickly washed away from his brain when you slowly your hips into him again, carefully scrutinising his expression as he stares down at his swollen cock.

'i-i-' he gags, 'wait a m-minute-'

you give him this "knowing look", a curious pout forming on your lips as you mumble down at him, seemingly uninterested but very aware of how he was feeling.

'hmm? 'm listening?'

'something feels weird.'

your eye's grow a smidge wider as you feel him constricting harder around you, a clear indication of an impending orgasm, and it drives you to the brink of insanity when he cums with a cry, panting and shivering.

somehow you'd like to think you weren't at all surprised this could or would happen, considering how much you have been abusing his cock tonight, but actually seeing it in action was a totally different story.

your primal desire was beginning to show the moment you caught glimpse of his blissful expression, and your cock itched from it. you begin to lift your hips back and slam into his thighs, the narrowing of his walls reflecting the utter terror on his face.

'i just came- !!'

fucking him unceremoniously, your eyebrows knot together and you lean all of your body weight into him, nudging your way past his ear and into his neck. you're unable to look at him because of how good he feels around you, too focused on abusing your cock back into his hole.

you finally cum inside of him, unaware of how rough you were until you lean back to find him on the verge of passing out. and then you become panic-stricken, instantly going to pull the rod out of his cock and it makes him burst like a popped balloon, his head thrown back into the pillow as he cums again, everywhere.

you watch in awe, some of his sticky seed painting your face like it was the canvas.

'oh my fucking god- ?'

his head flutters down at you and he gives you a look full of rage amongst tiredness, unable to form a word. you instantly collapse into him, bringing his torso into you for a tight squeeze and you rut against his leg, still hard and throbbing.

'are you some fucking pervert?'

you whine in response, 'ngh, maybe.' he rolls his eyes sarcastically and pats your head to give you a moment, and then pulls you back, grabs your cock and starts stroking you.

'use my mouth instead.' he sticks his tongue out as the small canines frame his smile perfectly, and you twitch against his palm because of his obliviousness that makes you aroused again.

and then you grin confidentially at him, putting a finger in his mouth and slightly moving his cheeks away from his teeth in an outward motion. you hum, going to fiddle with his tongue with two of your fingers.

'try to keep those nasty canines away from me then, darling.'

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ktchie · 25 days

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Timothy Olyphant as Todd Gaines Go (1999) — dir. Doug Liman

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SUPRISE, SIDNEY. Timothy Olyphant as Mickey Altieri / Ghostface Scream 2 (1997) dir. Wes Craven

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ktchie · 28 days

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Where Crows Rise, Prologue ✷ GOT

PAIRING: Jaime Lannister / F!OC

SUMMARY: Winter is coming but Astrisse has never feared the dark. Above Death, We Fly said House Grimm when it was still standing. As the last member of the forgotten Great House of Kings and Queens of the First Men, Astrisse aims for something greater than the Iron Throne. Revenge. One does not break the line of Grimm so easily⏤for old crows never forgive and never forget. Dragon's fire is where Crows died. The Game of Thrones is where Crows will rise.

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Astrisse had been walking through the deep, biting winter for two months now. Walking and never looking back, for turning back meant Death. Such was the harsh law of the North.

Winter was merciless. It nibbled at your body and mind, leaving only despair and the desire to die. The white landscapes taunted her and her deeply human weaknesses. There was nothing more vicious than Winter. No blade nor gallows here, just the terrible sensation of freezing to death until, finally, an inferno burnt inside you, like a merciful act of the Gods before Death took you.

Astrisse did not want to die. Not until she had honoured her pact. Not even the great Winter could stop her burning thirst for revenge.

This desire, no, this need, made her forget the cold and her torments. The pain and fatigue were just mirages that the New Gods were placing in her path to confuse her. She would resist them like a Grimm: with dignity and strength.

Above Death, We Fly.

Sometimes, when the cold became too strong and crept under the fur of the wolf she had killed three weeks earlier, she would pray to the Old Gods and her ancestors, those born out of the chaos of winter and the bitterness of snow.

Astrisse descended from the branch of the Black Crows: The Grimms of Gods Eye, guardians of the Isle of Faces and Kings of the First Men⏤a long way from the branch of the White Crows, who had ascended to this destructive North and tamed it.

When the Gods failed to answer her, she had a word for those ancestors she had never known, but whose memory accompanied her on her journey. Her prayers also went unanswered, but they warmed her heart when all seemed lost. They gave her the strength to keep walking and keep fighting.

The cold was one thing, the Wildlings' attacks, another. Their repeated onslaughts had been wearing down her joints, which were already riddled with frost, and dulling the blade of her sword to no purpose.

The blood she wanted to spill was not theirs.

Her footsteps crunched in the snow. Astrisse could no longer feel her toes. In the distance, the black, prickly silhouette of a forest took shape and stained the expanse of ice. At last.

For a few seconds, the woman hesitated to light a fire. A few branches of wood, amidst the water skins and a few scraps of dried meat, still lay at the bottom of her leather bag. But she resisted the temptation. Too dangerous. The smoke would alert the souls that the bright orange and red would finish attracting.

She could count on her frozen fingers the number of times flames had danced in the freezing cold and rekindled her flesh. The nights were the worst. Without a crackling fire, the gloomy silence, the freezing cold, and the complete darkness turned it into a moment of psychological torture. Who knew what lurked in the night, waiting for the right moment to strike?

A rustle echoed in the white immensity. Astrisse immediately grabbed her bow. She drew an arrow from her quiver and nocked it. Without a sound, she moved forward and listened carefully. The crunch of her footsteps. The howling of the wind. The irregular crumbling of loose stones. Nothing unusual.

Astrisse thought she'd imagined it⏤madness had been lurking around her as of late⏤but it happened again. A rustle. Like the sound of cloth. No. It couldn't have been her imagination. She squinted. More than turning her mad, the cold was blinding her. The snow blurred the landscape and darkened it, leaving only a thick grey blanket. You couldn't see more than a mile away.

Probably a wolf, Astrisse thought. A vain attempt to reassure herself. The North was populated by kingly animals. No humans to hunt or tame them. They were as ferocious as when the Old Gods placed them on earth, at its very beginning. She gripped her arrow a little tighter between her index and middle finger. She was not afraid to kill a wolf, not when she was wearing the skin of one on her back.

That damned rustle again. Closer, this time.

Astrisse turned round abruptly.

Through the thick snowstorm, two blue eyes glinted. Two piercing yet motionless beads, only a few metres away. There was no silhouette or shadow to give her any clue as to the identity of this thing. Just this pair of disturbing, penetrating eyes.

Astrisse was certain of one thing as a series of shivers ran down her spine.

This was no animal.

“Who goes there?” she shouted.

The wind seemed to howl a little louder and muffled Astrisse's words in its gusts.

“Who are you? State your name!”

She squinted a little more, trying to make out something other than its eyes, but she could not. There was no way for her to know whether it was a Wildling or someone else. The strange figure did not answer her, but the eyes seemed to get bigger, and that sordid rustle resounded again.

Astrisse almost dropped her bow when the snowstorm moved aside and let it through.

Impossible.

Her hand trembled around the notch of her arrow, a lifeline at this instant, perhaps her only chance to escape.

So, the old tales her nurse had told her were true. The Dead could walk.

She gulped.

In front of her was not a man but a corpse walking towards her. His rags revealed rotten, perforated flesh, pierced by bones burnished by time and dirt. A rusty sword swung with each of his irregular steps.

Astrisse fired her first arrow but the Other kept moving, unperturbed. His blue eyes had not let go of her for a single second. Her arrow was not even an afterthought. It meant nothing to him; this being made more of air than flesh. Because he was, or rather he had been.

She had not been afraid when the wolf had appeared in the middle of the night three weeks earlier. She had not been afraid when Wildlings had attacked her by surprise and left her bleeding. She had not been afraid when she had heard strange whispers on the coldest nights.

For the first time in a long time, a gust of fear chilled her veins and wet her trousers. The North had taken her strength and health. It was now taking her courage.

Astrisse fired a second arrow, which passed between two exposed ribs and strayed into the ice behind the creature. With trembling hands, she hooked her bow behind her back and drew Heartseeker, the sword of Wyllam III Grimm, the last King of the First Men who had resisted Aegon the Conqueror and paid the price with his blood.

Her ancestor.

Would she suffer the same fate as him? Fire had been his doom. Would hers be Ice?

With only fear and adrenalin in her brain, she attacked.

Before her, the blue eyes came to life with the surge of pure rage that seized the skeleton. It let out an inhuman scream, somewhere between a shrill cry and a hiss.

The sound of Death.

It was tolling the bells. Her time had come.

The sheer strength of his blow had Astrisse taking several steps back when she parried it. The ice made the ground unstable and slippery. For a brief moment, she wondered whether Heartseeker would resist. Was Valyrian steel⏤perhaps the most precious metal in all of Westeros⏤a mere blade of iron in the face of Death?

Her years of combat training, with her mother and her teachers, seemed to vanish under her own eyes. No reflexes, no tactics, just her survival instinct to guide and defend her.

She didn't stand a chance.

Above Death, We Fly, a voice whispered to her.

Astrisse raised Heartseeker and brought it down hard on the Other's shoulder. It split the air and the putrid remains of flesh. His arm fell to the ground, but in the next second it was twisting and reaching for her ankles.

At first, she tried to crush the moving limb, but its fingers snaked to avoid her heavy sole and came dangerously close to her heel. She kicked it. The arm disappeared further into the snow, but Astrisse knew it would be back, however worrying that thought might be.

Fatigue made her movements heavy and slow. Astrisse could feel it as well as see it⏤her blows weren't grazing him and were losing their offensive quality. Death, on the other hand, was not weakening. It delivered emotionless blow after emotionless blow, the only witness to the soul that had once resided in this body being those two big blue eyes, too bright to be the work of the Gods.

A guttural howl from deep inside her chest hit and scrapped Astrisse's throat. A stabbing pain burned her flesh and blood. The Other had thrust his sword into her shoulder. She felt the blood trickle down and weave through her collarbone, colonising her flesh and clothes.

Astrisse mustered her last bit of strength to bring the sword down on what was left of his pelvis. As she raised her blade, the Other suddenly stopped. By reflex, she imitated him. Calm returned and all the pain in her limbs hit her at full force. She hissed.

But then, Astrisse heard them. Screams. Further away. The Dead turned towards the noise, once again trapped in his mortuary slowness.

Astrisse seized her only chance and ran. Running and never looking back. To look back was to die. And Astrisse wasn't finished with life yet.

Dying would have to wait.

It was difficult to say how long she ran. The snowy, white landscape transformed into trees, sometimes bare, sometimes covered in leaves⏤oscillating between life and death, Winter and Spring. Breathing meant agony. Every step made her suffer and triggered an immense pain in her chest⏤like a fire you could not put out. Forgetting the pain and running. Always running. Never looking back.

Astrisse soon stopped running when she was certain that the Other had not followed her. She welcomed the silence of the forest as an old friend. No rustling, no mournful cry, no blue eyes.

This strange, almost supernatural colour, like the embodiment of ice, glinted in her mind and paralysed her thoughts. It colonised her being and her memories, making her forget everything she had experienced so far, leaving only that horrifying look. If Astrisse had died today, her last memory would not have been of her mother, but of those two blue eyes.

The thought terrified her.

Astrisse struggled to banish the memory of those blizzard-sculpted eyes and found refuge in the bloody eyes of the heart-tree she stumbled upon.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of those red tears. Hers flowed silently down her cheeks, transparent but coloured by a strange mixture of fear and joy. All around her, branches covered in red leaves seemed to embrace her. The Ancient Gods had placed these weirwood trees there to protect her.

Astrisse fell to her knees in front of the wooden carved face and did what anyone who had cheated Death would do.

She prayed.

Astrisse murmured her prayer to the nameless Gods of the wood and stood there in silence. All nature around her awoke. The Gods were answering her. In the rustle of the leaves, the crunch of the snow and the whisper of the wind, they conveyed their message of hope and resilience.

Winter was just one of many trials, a rite of passage to her final destination. To give up now was to fail. The Grimms did not fail. She was living proof of that.

A noise disturbed the comforting calmness of the forest. Astrisse stood up. Her knees, seized by the cold, creaked. She grabbed Heartseeker's hilt, her gaze fixed on the confused mass of trees and its darkness, searching for the source of the sound.

Nothing. Just this rustling, but the wind was now breathless. The leaves above her had stopped moving. Her heartbeat quickened. Her hands trembled. Death had found her. No doubt about it. It had come to claim its due.

Déjà vu. Running. Leaving the trees and the Gods behind. Running. The trees seemed to have multiplied. Their sheer number and resemblance almost stunned her.

But then her eyes met the boundary between green and white, between forest and ice and snow, and that long white path to a gigantic wall carved out of the frost⏤a terrestrial iceberg.

This was no ordinary wall. It was the Wall, built millennia ago, when the Grimm were still the most powerful House in all of Westeros. This dam of ice looked down on the whole world. It was ineffable. It had existed for dozens of generations. Its existence could no longer be explained. One just had to accept it.

From down below, she could almost imagine the men of the Night's Watch on duty. Perhaps they could see her. Her nanny had told her many stories about these men, about what they fought and held outside Westeros. At the time, lulled by the naivety of childhood, she had not believed these tales.

The wound on her shoulder would be a reminder, a lesson for the future⏤Truth always lies in stories.

A black spot in the middle of the Wall caught her attention. The gate. Closed. She looked behind her. The forest had gone back to sleep; still and silent, it sent a shiver down her spine.

The North had nothing more to offer her. Her time beyond the Wall would come to an end on this day. She now had to cross it and join the cities and monarchies that all those impostors had built. She had to get back to the land of her ancestors. She had to get back to Gods Eye.

Astrisse said a silent prayer to the Old Gods and raised her head to the sky⏤so white and thick that not a cloud deigned to intrude. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and let her body feel.

Above Death, We Fly.

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Game of Thrones Masterlist

Robb Stark- requests open.

Queen Stark - Robb and the reader return home after defeating the Lannisters. A royal ceremony is held for the pair, wearing golden crowns and a proposal is revealed.

Frey Wolf - Robb actually marries a Frey girl. The pair wait to have their wedding night until she's ready. Set where he wins the war of five kings

Dany's daughter - request from @lydiastarkofwinterfell Robb falls for the only daughter of Daenerys but her daughter lies about who she really is. Robb comes back from a mission and confesses his love and finds out the truth. (First Robb request).

United in Love - Y/n Lannister and Robb just happen to fall in love despite their families hating each other

We'll Rule Winterfell Now - Request from @woah-is-this-real-life Maybe Robb and his wife returning to winterfell for the first time after the end of the war. They got married in the camp during the war.

Our Little Catelyn - Request from TheBaseballBabe on Wattpad Robb and his wife are announcing to the family that they are expecting. The family is so excited for them when they welcome a beautiful baby girl that they name Catelyn after his mom.

Soulmated Stark - Request from @groovy-lady Robb Stark x fem!Reader (from a lesser House that House Stark is liege lord to) Matching Tattoo Soulmate fic. Robb and Reader are greatly encouraged to marry by the rest of the Stark family

Jaime Lannister- requests open.

Lion Luck - Y/n Stark flees Winterfell that Ramsey rules. Sansa her older sister sends her off to find Tyrion, but she bumps into his brother. Unknown to her he's been sent by Tyrion to protect her.

Wolf Sword - The oldest daughter of Ned Stark has been married to Jaime for 5 years. The pair spar with swords before riding with King Robert Baratheon to Winterfell. Hoping her family will welcome her home. (Changed this into a series instead of a just one shot)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Gentle Matching - Request from @makeshift-prime (Fluff with Jaime). Jaime is sent to bring Myrcella home. But during a feast he meets the reader Oberyn's sister, and Myrcella plays matchmaker.

Beautiful Rock - Jaime decides to bring his wife Y/n Tyrell to the Rock after he helped Tyrion escape his execution. Freeing his innocent love from the horror that is his twin sister.

Dragon Twins - Request from @phoneixgirl23 on Wattpad. Jaime Lannister x Targaryen reader. Reader is Jon's twin sister who was given her own dragon and has twins with Jaime, her husband.

Ice Wife (series) - Request from @deepprincesstraveler Jaime Lannister x Stark Reader that has ice powers like Elsa from Frozen. The two have an arranged marriage.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Fiery Wolf - Request from @TillyG584 on Wattpad. Jaime feels a burning connection with the oldest Stark girl during the feast at Winterfell for King Robert's visit. The reader secretly has fire powers.

Fairy Accident - Request from @Babygurle36 on Wattpad. Margaery's younger sister is married to Jaime and he finds out about her fairy powers by accident.

Romantic Castle - @phoneixgirl23 on Wattpad came up with this idea. Jaime and reader spend the night together when he's free from being Lord of the Rock. Finding out his wife has powers and is unsure how to react.

Lannister intentions - Request from ReaderCrazy2 on Wattpad. Jaime does everything he can to make an innocent reader his. Y/n Stark knows he's the bad guy.

Kingslayer Prisoner - Y/n Tully is held Jaime's prisoner when he wants Riverrun but he underestimates her skills with a sword. He just might've regretted becoming a member of the Kingsgaurd

Part 2

Part 3

Rights to Swords - Request from @tashitash Dialogue prompt: “you had no right to use it without asking.” (Jaime says it )

Never a Damsel in Distress - Request from @makeshift-prime Could it please be about Jamie finding the lost reader in the gardens at kings landing and ending up becoming their friend, Cersei sees this and orders to have the reader killed. Jamie finds this out and goes to save them, but the reader didn't need to be saved and defended themselves.

My Tully Lover - Y/n Tully can't help but start a secret love affair with Jaime Lannister while she is supposed to be working her way towards a husband

You’re Better Than Any Proper Lady - Reader is a servant and Jamie is I love with her and they are together secretly but everyone knows because they have 2 children and cersie hates reader because she took Jamie from her and Jamie defends reader every chance he gets

Tyrion Lannister- requests open

Marriage Trade - Tywin announces Tyrion is to wed Sansa. But what happens when her older sister Y/n steps up to bear the Lannister name. Tyrion slighty disagrees at the possibility of losing his love.

Part 1

Part 2

Library Love - Request from @makeshift-prime Reader is a librarian and bonds over her love for books with Tyrion. The pair start out as friends but become something more while hiding from his father.

Dragon Bonding - @fluffymadamina helped me with this idea. Tyrion and the reader decide to free the dragons. Afterwards the pair slowly bond as the dragons slowly trust them. Tyrion and the reader end up admitting their feelings and kiss.

Lannister Maiden - Tyrion has a secret relationship with a handmaiden and Jaime helps keep them hidden by acting like he's the one quartering Y/n.

No Typical Lord - Request from @my-current-fandom-is Y/n Tyrell is looking for isn't like the typical man of Westeros. She meets Tyrion during the financial planning of her sister's wedding.

Witching Stark - Request from @deepprincesstraveler Tyrion Lannister x Stark reader with magic powers like Hope Mikaelson from TVD

Ned's Daughter - Request from @whateverthecostner Reader being Ned Stark's oldest daughter and goes with him to King's Landing. I would love to see Tyrion's reaction to the curvy stark girl and maybe her reaction to the charming, intelligent Lannister.

Lioness Cold - Request from @supermystic29 A one short where his wife is sick and he takes care of her till she's better.

Lioness Cold pt 2 - request from @tyrionsprincess30 Tyrion comes back from the north and he finds out the y/n has got worse then when he left

Wife in Need - Request from @supermystic29 Can you do a Tyrion one shot where he comes back from being away finding his wife is upset because she found out her family was killed. And she has not moved from her room at all and he trys to help her.

Scared She Lion - Request from darkanglel_28 on Wattpad. Reader is Tyrion's wife and is pregnant. She's afraid to tell him so she talks with her sister Sansa.

All Hail Royals - request from @tyrionsprincess29 Tyrion and the reader are crowned after the war us over

Lannister Heir - Request from @tyrionsprincess29 His wife is having their baby, he watches over the baby as she is geting some sleep from the brith and names their son.

Wife's Safety Keepers - request from @tyrionsprincess29 Tyrion's wife is sent North to be protected by his brother and Sansa but he panics.

Misunderstanding - request from @tyrionsprincess29 the reader thinks she is to marry Joffrey so she has a panic attack but Tyrion tells her the truth.

Nameday Suprise - Request from @tyrionsprincess30 His wife is away visiting her former home and isn't sure if she'll be back in time for his nameday. So Jaime and Sansa manage to bring her back.

Peace Proposal - request from @tyrionsprincess30 Tyrion goes to meet with the dragon queen to make peace but the only way that can happen is if he marrys the princess of dragons

Peace Proposal pt2 - Tyrion marries the dragon princess

For Once I Didn't Know - request from @supernaturalgirl30 tyrion short where he here's y/n singing to there baby as its time for bed . And he was shocked because he didnt know she could sing

Standing up to The Queen - Request from kgiven on Wattpad. Could you please do one where tyrion falls in love with the reader after she stands up to cersei for insulting him. after they elope and live happily as a strong team

We're The Others Dream - request from @supernaturalgirl30 Hey i was wondering if you could do a tyrion one short. Where y/n was feeling that tyrion was rethinking on marrying her but he talks her down. And that hes deeply in love with her no matter what

You Were My Choice - request from @supernaturalgirl30 Can you do a tyrion short where y/n and meet in winterfell after he found out he was to marry her and he talks to her about how he will be a good husband. And he finds out that she was the one that requested she marry him ?

The Best Marriage Switch - Y/n and tyrion are married and go north to tell her family abd have a Argument because she was supposed to marry the king but she tells her bother that tyrion asked if he could marry her instead cuz he was worried about y/n life

Traitor to the Stark’s - tyrion lannister short were there just newly wed and y/n bother is makeing a Speech about how his y/n is a trader to the family for agreeing to marry Tyrion

Jon Snow- requests open

Knight Freedom - Y/n Lannister is held captive by Ramsey after her father Tywin sent her North to marry a northern house until Jon saves her after winning the Battle of the Bastards.

Kind Lannister - Request from @utherisanass on Wattpad. Jon thanks the reader for helping return Bran home before tomorrow's battle against the Night King.

Wild Love - Request from @stellarosedutton Reader is a wilding and secretly dating Jon. She gives birth on a trip to see her brother and Ygritte

Crow Snow - request by @lydiastarkofwinterfell The wildling reader stumbles on Jon while hunting.

Tag List - just ask if you want to be added

@makeshift-prime @rosie-posie08 @kittykylax (Robb Only) @lover-of-books-and-tea

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Timothy Olyphant and stunt double Allen Robinson for Scream 1997

Matthew Lillard and stunt double Allen Robinson for Scream 1996

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His Addiction

Mickey Altieri x fem!reader (Randy x fem!reader platonic/flirting)

Synopsis: Mickey is completely obsessed with you and his jealously is fueled when he sees you flirt innocently with Randy.

This is set about a year before the Windsor College murders and Mickey has just enrolled. He has not yet entered Sidney’s friendship group, Sidney and Derek are not dating yet and he doesn’t know Randy that well. Also, I know Nancy Loomis killed Randy but for plot reasons Mickey already plans on killing him.

Warning/s: Third person POV, slight language, stalking, talk of murder, Mickey has thought of killing reader, Mickey’s literally obsessed with you to the point it’s creepy but I want him like that I’m fucking obsessed with him, jealous!Mickey, mention of Mickey and Mrs Loomis’ plan, flirting between Randy and Reader.

He just loved watching her.

She was so effortlessly beautiful, it physically hurt him. He stood, camera in hand and pointing it directly at her from across the quad as she laughed, swiping some hair that fell across her face in the wind back into place.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her through the lens. She smiled at her friends before turning and walking away. Mickey didn’t miss a beat as he too began walking, his camera never leaving her.

Mickey had been watching her for some time. He didn’t mean to, but he found himself completely fascinated by her. He wanted to watch her all the time. He contemplated a few times sneaking into her dorm room and setting up a camera somewhere but he was worried that she or her roommate would find it and thought better of that idea. Next year she’d have her own place anyway, which would make it a lot easier for him, but by then he wouldn’t need to watch her or follow her, because he’d have her.

He’d have her if it was the last thing he ever did.

She stopped again, but this time in front of a boy Mickey recognised instantly from one of his film classes.

Randy fucking Meeks?

Mickey frowned as she laughed at something Randy said and watched with nothing but pure fury vibrating all the way through him to his very core as she affectionately placed a hand on his upper arm.

Well, this was going to make killing him a lot easier.

Mickey hadn’t yet infiltrated himself within Sidney Prescott’s small circle of friends. He didn’t want to seem too pushy and obvious and make them think he was up to something. He and Nancy Loomis had agreed to take it slow, make the transition of him introducing himself and becoming an important part of their lives more gradual. At first, watching she was nothing but a distraction for him. Something to keep him busy till the real fun started, but as the days turned into months he found himself becoming more and more fascinated with her and began to study her routine.

She’d wake up bright and early for her shift at the campus coffee shop every day, bar Tuesday’s and Sunday’s. He’d be there but never went to her for his order, he’d sit quietly at the farthest table away from her whilst carefully watching her till her shift ended and she attended her afternoon classes. She was majoring in psych, which is what her mom wanted her to take, but was deliberating switching to art design. He’d seen some of her work hung up in her dorm on the occasions he’d sneak in and swipe her underwear or something else small and insignificant that belonged to her and she was very talented.

Her work reminded him a lot of the kinds of films he enjoyed creating. It was oddly dark for such a bright, bubbly person. It only made him want her more. While she was there, grimly attending the psychology classes she so clearly didn’t want to be in, that’s when he got to work tracking Sidney, her roommate Hallie, and her other friend Derek and, of course, Randy fucking Meeks whose arm she was still fucking touching.

He thought of all the ways he’d kill her. He hadn’t decided if he wanted it to it fast and painless or drag it out, making it better and more satisfying for himself. But as time went on, even though she didn’t know him, he really got to know her.

He stole her schedule one morning while she was working and began to track her every move. He told himself he was just making sure she was safe but he knew what it really was.

He was becoming completely addicted to her. And he couldn’t kill his addiction anymore than he could satisfy it.

He heard her laugh at something Randy said, making him snap back to reality. He felt the red hot anger burn through his entire body, feeling it rip away at his chest as his fingers flexed around his camera, slightly harder than necessary, before he lowered it so he could really look at her just in time to watch her lean upward on her toes and gently peck Randy on his cheek.

He felt a growl rip through his chest like he was some kind of wild animal and two girls walking past him looked at him like he was insane. He ignored them and continued staring as he saw Randy blush a little before he walked away, a stupid smile on his face.

Mickey turned his attention toward her as she began to walk away, her eyes focused on the doors of the library a few feet away from her.

That settled it.

He was going to have her before Randy fucking Meeks could. She didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him.

And he’d kill before anyone else could get in the way of that.

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