#alex hogh andersen x reader smut

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Summer Rose - An Ivar the Boneless/Reader Smut Short.

Bit of smut and fluff, some softer Ivar? I was feeling a certain way about him today, so now so can you, too!

Words - 633

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Ivar is a man who wears many faces. The unflinching stare of contempt perhaps being his most famous, or the unnerving grin of a man working four steps ahead of his enemies. For you, though, your favourites are the ones he saves for when the two of you are alone.  

The look of sheer bliss as you top him is perhaps the one you love most. 

“Fuck, my love. How good you feel around my cock.” The words pour from his beautiful, full lips like wine, his hands grasped tight upon your hips while you work in serpentine against him. His thick cock ruts you fully, hitting every angle, every depth, your body cast in pure gold from the firelight, the sight of you atop him warming his heart as much as it does feed his lust.  

For this Viking, he never thought love could match the roaring flare of carnal desire, until he met you. Until you showed him, told him, made him feel it in his very bones. It mingles in waves of ebullient delight, his thumb moving to drag heat across your aching bud, sparks roaring up your spine as you cry out.  

“You are always at your most beautiful when you...” he trails off, his words deafened by your ascension, grinning with a deep chuckle as he witnesses it, your complete undoing that leaves you a shaking wreck atop him. “...when you fall apart like that for me.” 

Gathering yourself, you continue to roll your hips against him, wanting for his own pleasure to streak through him wildly, his eyes closing tightly as he groans, deep and rolling, whispering curses as the flutters of your cunt make lightning begin to flicker within his depths.  

His mouth drops open, panting hard, the icy shards that are his eyes opening to fix you with a lust drenched stare, the thickness of him splitting you wide causing pleasure to spark over your nerves, hitting the heights of a swirling tempest again with him as he fills you with thick ropes of hot spend.  

“Gods,” you breathe, fingers weaving through his as you chuckle, “I am tired now.” 

“Hardly surprising,” he pants, pulling you to him, offering kisses steeped in soft heat. “Come, love. Let me make you comfortable.” You climb from him, carefully taking to your back, Ivar pulling the pelts and blankets up over your legs, arranging the pillows plumply beneath your head. When he gazes down at you, you feel as if your heart could burst.  

He caresses your cheek, nuzzling your neck, his hand slipping down to stroke the rounded swell of your belly, shifting to kiss it. A tiny foot kicks against his mouth. “Child, you dare kick your father in the face?”  

Your laughter fills the room, Ivar prodding your bump with his finger, waiting for it. A tiny foot kicks back immediately. “She is all fire, just like her mother.”  

Ivar has stated with every confidence ever since you told him you were with child that she would be a girl. He felt it, knew it, he said, that your first would not be a son. Unlike many of his brethren who keen for an heir, he did not care an ounce that your baby would be female. “You will be a fine fighter, a fearless shieldmaiden, my little summer rose. You will be all that your mother is, and so much more. I know this, my tiny daughter. I long for the sun to grace our lands once more, for that is the time I shall meet you at last.”  

Watching him talk to your baby, seeing the look of complete adoration as he strokes your belly, you change your mind. Of the many faces Ivar wears, it is this one you love the most.  

[fandomnsfw]

I Can Be Your Biggest Fan - Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Ignore that unfaithful little witch who deserved the death she got! But his face is just so cute right here...At least the gods approve of sexual desires) 😂🤣

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Promt: My obsession with Ivar and his poor underloved self. Poor baby just need love and someone who could actually get his dick hard 🥺

You are a slave and have been most of your life but because of this you got the chance to meet the most handsome man you’d ever seen...cripple or not.

Warning: SMUT! Dirty Ivar loving smut! Foul language because I swear more than a sailor.

ENJOY!!!

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“Her.” You felt your body freeze as the queen stopped in front of you. You had no idea how this queen would be with you but once she had picked you had to follow her either way. You kept quiet as you looked around the village. They hadn’t told you what your work would be but you hopes it wasn’t sex. You’d managed to save yourself so far.

The queen took her place on the throne before assessing you thoroughly. She smiled softly at you and for some reason you felt a sense of peace. Hopefully she was a fair mistress.

“What is your name girl?” She asked curiously her face keeping its smile.

“My name is Y/N, my Queen.” You spoke clearly if there was something you had learnt over the years is that people with respect you more if you speak confidently even if you’re a slave.

“You will be my personal help. You will serve my family dinner, help me bathe, help with grandchildren once I have some.” She informed confidently her wise smile still on her face.

“It would be my honour my Queen.” You gave her a grin letting her know you were more than happy with the job choice.

“Okay, well the cook has food ready so if you could get everything ready that would be good.” She chuckled before shooing you away to set the table.

You were fast getting it done so the queen gave you a happy grin as she sat at the table and waited for her sons. Eventually 3 boys walked into the hall, laughing at something. You stood next to the queen with your hands behind your back.

Then he came in. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen dragging himself around on his hands. That must’ve taken a lot of muscle to do that everyday. Yet he looked like he could take on his brothers with ease.

“This is Ubbe my first born.” The queen pointed to her elder son. He was handsome he had similar eyes to his cripple brother but for some reason they weren’t as captivating.

“This is Hvitserk my second son.” She pointed to the son next to Ubbe and he gave you a cheeky grin.

“That is my third son Sigurd.” She pointed to the opposite side of the table at the strawberry blonde man who looked you up and down with a smirk and it made your stomach churn.

“And my youngest son Ivar.” She cupped her youngest face with affection before looking up to you. He looked up at you with a curious gaze but didn’t say anything.

“This is Y/N my new slave. You are not to touch her without her permission.” The queen glared at all her sons except Ivar.

“You know maybe you should worry about Ivar not us.” Sigurd snickered as Ivar shot him a glare.

“The only one who made me feel uncomfortable with their eyes was you master Sigurd.” You mumbled your anger surfacing. Why did you say that? You should’ve kept your mouth closed but before you could apologise the queen started laughing a long with Ubbe and Hvitserk.

“I like her mother.” Ivar chuckled as he stared up at you in wonder. You met his ocean blue eyes with a sweet smile and he shot you a charming smile that made your heart melt. You felt your cheeks flush so you tried to avoid his eyes, yet you couldn’t stop from looking up only to see he’d yet to remove his eyes from you.

Unlike when Sigurd did this it felt exciting when Ivar did it. It was flattering you thought to yourself. The queen seemed to notice the flirting eyes you were sending each other but chose not to say a word until later on in the night.

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“What do you think of my sons Y/N?” The queen asked mischievously as the rest her arms on the side of the tub, watching you closely.

“They are good reliable men.” You responded awkwardly as you got her night clothes ready.

“What about Ivar?” She asked quietly trying to his her smirk behind the tubs edge.

“I-Ivar is just as reliable as his brothers if not more.” You muttered quietly as you held out a wash cloth for her.

“Who is the most handsome of my sons?” She teased as she began washing herself.

“Ivar.” You wish you’d at least paused before answering but you blurted out his name so fast it actually visibly shocked the queen.

“Why not ask to lay with him?” She giggled playfully it made you giggle too despite being a queen she was quite playful when she wanted to be.

“Because I am a slave and I have no right to ask a prince and son of Ragnar to lay with someone like me.” You laughed bitterly before giving her a small smile silently asking to move on from that topic.

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You were pouring the queen a drink when Ivar appeared at the door, dragging himself straight to the seat near the fire. You finished pouring the queen a drink before walking over to Ivar with a cup. You passed the cup to him with a smile before filling it up in silence.

He tried to keep a straight face but you could see he was trying to not smile. He suddenly patted the spot next to him signalling for you to sit with him. You sat down with no hesitation, placing your hands on your lap as you waited for him to ask or request whatever he was going to.

“I have never been with a woman. I don’t even know if I can.” He said so quiet you thought you’d misheard but you knew you hadn’t. This handsome and desirable Viking is a virgin.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I am thankfully still a virgin. I’ve been lucky in having mostly female mistresses.” You giggled softly as you moved a little closer to him.

“Would you have sex with me?” Ivar asked awkwardly looking away with a blush.

“I would really like to, yes.” You blushed but continued watching him. His eyes widened and he looked at you in amazement as if he was shocked by your answer.

“I thought you were most handsome of your brothers before you asked me. I even told your mother yesterday.” You mumbled shyly as you moved your hand closer to his on the seat.

“Really?” He asked with raised brows.

“Yes…c-can I kiss you?” You stutter not sure if casual affection would be okay. You were not his wife or his lover so you really had no right.

He nodded gently before turning towards you a little more. You leant up and placed a soft kiss on his lips your hands still resting on the bench. His right hand came up to cup your cheek softly as he kissed you so sweetly, it made you melt.

“You said no forcing the slave to do intimate shit!” You heard a voice shout behind Ivar. Ivar released you immediately like he’s done something wrong but you stood up angrily and you couldn’t stop your stupid mouth.

“This was completely consensual! I’m the one that asked to kiss him! Oh wait how about proof!” You shouted before straddling Ivar making sure not to hurt his legs in the process before kissing him roughly.

He gripped your waist tightly as he kissed you back, his tongue meeting yours in a battle for dominance. You let out a little moan when he bit your bottom lip softly before finally pulling away.

“Why would you want to when you could’ve had any one of us?” Sigurd asked in utter confusion.

“Do you even understand how much strength he has to drag himself round all day? While his bones break over and over? He is the strongest and the most handsome out of all of you and I would gladly pledge my undying loyalty to him not any of you. Sorry master Sigurd.” You huffed before turning to Ivar with a shy smile as you tried to climb off his lap but he held you there with a grin, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

You giggled and snuggled into him wrapping your legs around his waist so you were more comfortable. The queen was watching the entire situation in humour and relief that someone finally realised how unique and strong her youngest son is.

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Later that night at dinner you sat in Ivar’s lap while he ate and fed you little bits. He was very sweet to you and it made your heart ache to be more than his slave. If only you could be his wife.

“Will you be joining me in my room tonight my sweet?” Ivar whispered in your ear playfully earning a giggled from you. You gave him a happy nod before he picked a little meat off the bone and holding out to you. You took the meat from his fingers before licking his finger seductively.

He bit his own bottom lip as he watched your tongue like he was hypnotised by you. You gave him a cheeky smile before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Can you two save it for the bedroom?” Sigurd hissed as he slammed down his cup onto the table.

“Leave them be Sigurd I’m happy to see Ivar happy.” The queen scolded with a glare before she turned to her side to look at you and Ivar with a soft smile.

You roles your eyes to Ivar making him laugh before placing an amused kiss on your lips. You gave him an ecstatic smile at his proud face. You curled up against him shyly, but he happily wrapped his arm around you tightly using his other one to stroke your hair sweetly.

“Why don’t you go to my room and I’ll be in soon, hmm?” He muttered against your hair.

You gave a nod before standing up and making your way to Ivar’s room. You sat on his bed and waited patiently for him to drag himself into the room. It wasn’t much time before Ivar dragged himself into the room with no struggle. He climbed into the bed before turning to you to talk.

“Come here sweetheart.” He groaned as he dragged himself into the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard.

You crawled to him slowly until you were in his lap. He ran his hand from your thighs up to your rib cage so swiftly it made you gasp. You gripped his shirt tugging at it letting him know you wanted it gone. You quickly pulled the shirt off him after he gave you a nod and you were practically drooling.

“See something you like Y/N?” He chuckled deeply as he laid back observing your blush as his hands rested just beneath your breast.

“Touch me please Master.” You begged shamelessly.

“Call me Ivar my sweet.” He whispered as he sat up pressing his bare chest against your clothes one. You sat back enough to rip your entire dress off throwing it across the room leaving you completely naked.

He observed you for a few seconds with hungry eyes before bringing you into a searing kiss. His tongue dominated yours in seconds and you let him because giving him control was the least you could do for this strong man.

“Ivar…” You moaned against his lips as you took a break from kissing. Your hand trailed down his chest and suddenly his hand grabbed your wrist with a worried glance.

“I’m not sure if I can…” He muttered nervously but you gave him a sweet smile.

“You can. I promise you just have to want to fuck me enough.” You whispered seductively into his ear as you grind your wet pussy against his clothed crotch.

“Shit well that should be easy enough.” He groaned against your neck before he lay you down. His muscles bulged as he did making you whimper at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your naked breast before kissing his way to your nipple, catching it in his mouth and nipping on it earning a moan from you.

His hand traveled downwards towards your core and as soon as his fingers touched you, you let out a needy little whimper earning a groan from the man hovering above you with just one arm supporting him. When you hands tracked down his chest he didn’t stop you this time though he did tense up.

When you reached his pants you felt the outline of his very much working dick and letting out a moan at how big he was. Would that even fit? You didn’t care you wanted him. He looked down in pleasure as you rubbed his erection gently.

“You’re so big.” You whispered in pleasure as his finger rubbed circles over your clit so gently it was driving you mad. You pulled at the lace in his pants undoing it and pulling his stuff member out of his trousers. Ivar’s eyes widened slightly before he pulled you in for messy passionate kiss.

As his tongue fought against yours he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly. His hands were rough but they felt good either way. You felt yourself getting close as your moans got louder.

“Ivar m’gonna cum.” You arches your back pressed your chest to his as you thrust against his fingers. He gave you a smirk before moving his fingers faster as he used his thumb to put pressure on your clit.

“Cum for me my love.” At the affectionate nickname you came all over his fingers , your body shaking violently as you came down from your orgasm.

“Fuck me…please?” You begged desperately spreading your legs further so he could come closer.

When his tip brushed against your wets folds you both let out groans of want. His eyes were staring straight into yours as he caressed your cheek lovingly. You nuzzled into his hand kissing his palm lightly before looking at him.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked gently before giving you a chaste kiss. You gave him a nod and he slowly pushed his tip into you with a breathless gasp. He kept pushing into you slowly, your nails digging into his skin on his back as he stretched you in a way your own finger never could.

When he reached your barrier he stopped to give you a slow sensual kiss as he pushed past it with a sudden firm thrust. You cried into his mouth as he stopped kissing away the tears that escaped your eyes.

After a minute or so you thrust your hips up experimentally, to see if it still hurt but instead of pain you just felt pleasure. You thrust you hips up again more forcefully and Ivar took the hint and began thrusting into you at a slow yet deep pace that had you begging for more.

He smirked down at you and he kept up with the agonising pace not saying a word as he watch you writhe underneath him. You were growing angry and before you could rethink you actions you rolled both of you over so you were on top.

Without a word you began lifting up and slamming down on him at the fast pace you wanted. Ivar let out an almost animalistic growl as he clutched you hips as took control. You felt your pussy clench around him as your second orgasm started coiling in your stomach. He must’ve felt it because he started rubbing circles on your clit and you bounced on his cock taking what you want from him.

“Are you going to cum all over my cock, my love?” He growled his nails digging into your naked ass as he helped you bounce up and down. That’s all it took to push you over the edge, his sickly sweet yet sadistic voice whispering dirty things.

“Y-Yes! Oh Ivar!” You screamed riding out your orgasm happy before collapsing on top of him.

He flipped you both over again and started pounding into you mercilessly. He was like an out of control animal and you loved it. You cling to the furs below you try to hold onto anything as you try to ground yourself.

“Oh gods your so big! Feel so full…” You moaned you voice was so desperate like you were addicted to him. His grunts and groans had you getting riled up all over again the feeling was different though it was stronger because you were over sensitive from recently cunning twice.

“Yes! Oh g-gods…Think m’gonna cum again!” You screamed as you felt your entire body start shaking, the pressure building more and more.

“Me too love…fuck.” He groaned as he thrust faster into you as his hand came down to brush across your clit in a fast brushing motion. And sudden your vision went white. You came so hard you felt liquid gushing out of you and Ivar had stopped his thrusting and pulled back to watch as you just kept shaking.

“Shit that was sexy...”he growled as he started thrusting even harder than before.

“M’Gonna fill you up my love.” He grumbled as his thrust became erratic and untimed.

You lay there still twitching as he used your pussy to finish himself off. As you felt the hot spurts hit your walls you moaned it made you feel full and warm. Ivar collapsed on top of you panting, his skin sticking to yours due to the damp skin.

You brought your arms up, wrapping them around him stroking his hair gently as you bother enjoyed your afterglow. He eventually sat up with a type of smile you had never seen on him, but it’s made your heart flutter.

“I’m glad I’m the first man to see you like that.” He mumbled shyly as his eyes flicked around to avoid yours.

“I am also glad, that no woman has had the pleasure of you as well. I came 3 times.” You giggled grinding down on his cock that was still inside you.

“Yes that last one was interesting. Does that normally happen?” Ivar asked with sudden interest his eyes quickly meeting yours.

“No that’s never happened when I’ve touched myself.” You answered honestly though a blush still made it’s way to your cheeks.

“I wanna do it again.” He muttered with a semi evil smirk before he thrust inside you again.

This was going to be a long night, you thought to yourself with a giggle.

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The next morning you walked into the great hall right next to Ivar as you laughed and teased each other. As you got to the throne you tried to keep you face straight and curtsy politely but Ivar kept looking up at you with a childish grin and it was hard not to laugh.

“I see you two are getting on.” The queen chuckled as she observed you both.

“Master Ivar is treating me with much more respect than I probably deserve my queen.” You answered with a grateful smile to Ivar who just frowned.

“I want her to be a free woman.” Ivar declared with a glare making sure his mother knows he’s serious.

“W-What?! Ivar n-no the queen doesn’t ha-”

“Okay.” The queen interrupted you with a grin.

A smile spread across Ivar’s faces as your eyes just widened. You were free, just like that. You couldn’t believe it. This felt like a dream to you, you looked down at Ivar before your legs decidedly gave out causing you to fall down right next to him. He sat up and pulled you into his arms as tears fell from your eyes. You cuddled into his chest clutching onto him like he was your life line.

“Thank you!” You sobbed over and over again into his chest.

He stroked your hair cradling you in his arms, like you were the most precious jewel in the world. You looked up at him drying your eyes with a shy smile. He matched your smile as he caressed your cheek sweetly.

“I would also like to ask if you would like to be my wife?” He whispered down to you with a soft gaze. Your eyes widened once again, he wanted a boring ex slave to be his wife?

“Me? I am not worthy of you…a-and you barely know me…Why?” You asked so quietly you weren’t sure he even heard you until he spoke up.

“You are more than worthy my love. You have shown me I can be a normal man despite my crippled legs. I know that you would never betray me and I know that I wish for you to be my wife.” He stated gently his eyes shining with affections and in that moment you realised this man was a gift from the gods and you would happily marry him.

“Yes I will marry you.” You giggled happily before pressing a kiss to his lips.

[squirrelacorngliterfarts]

Omg imagine riding Ivar's face and him not letting yiu go after you're done using his crazy upper strength to hold yiu down and make you come several times 🥺

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first time back at writing on tumblr for the first time in like 2 or 3 years here we goooooooooo

warnings: smut.

i hope you all enjoy<3

ivar would be so nervous, so gentle, so kind at first, tenderly testing you to see if it was he you actually wanted.

but when he caught your gaze after a moment of touching, kissing, and soft whimpers exchanged, he knew you wanted it just as much as he did.

you'd be in his lap, kissing his lips, caressing his body when you felt his hands grazing your thighs.

you opened your eyes to look at him, and he'd be hesitant, but too excited to hide his desire.

"climb up" he'd whisper, and you'd cock your brow at him, wondering just what he meant.

"up my body. here" he'd motion to his face. your eyes would widen, mouth popping open in surprise.

"ivar...i-.....i've never...".

"i'll guide you" he whispers once more, eyes soft, pleading but not pushing. this was purely your decsion, if you wished to stop you could.

what harm could come from this?.

taking a soft breath, you'd climb up his body, thighs settling on either side of his face.

"are you comfortable?" he says, his breath hitting you from between your legs making your voice quiver when you answered him.

"y-yes".

ivar would run his rough, caloused hands up your thighs, stopping at your hips, holding them firmly.

"so pretty like this" ivar would mutter, rubbing your skin so smoothly, no shakiness. like a snake winding it's way around your body waiting to devour you.

your hands would steady themselves against the wall in front of you, taking deep breaths, trying not to shake too early.

"may i?".

you couldn't help but laugh.

"ivar, i'm right here for you".

ivar would smirk, kissing your inner thigh, tongue peaking out to lick up the wetness that had dripped from you whilst kissing.

you'd bite your bottom lip, concentrating on his mouth, eyes closed, savoring this. trying to take in exactly what it felt like to be pleasured this way.

"ivar" you'd moan after moment of him just kissing around your ready and open pussy.

he'd chuckle quietly, taking you by surprise he'd lean in and place the most wet, intense tongued kiss to your clit.

your head would fall back, legs already quivering from supporting yourself.

ivar would moan into you, fully making out with you, sucking on your clit like candy, plump lips massaging all parts of you.

"fuck. fuck, ivar" you'd cry out uselessly, ivar not slowing down or stuttering once.

he had a taste of you, swallowing it like the finest of wines. the wetness, sweat and your own natural scent driving him mad with hungered lust.

he noticed you were holding back, struggling to hold yourself up any longer.

he took it into his own hands.

your pants turn into loud yelps, moans, shouts and cries when he yanks your hips down on his face, your full weight on his face.

his nose against your clit when he moves just a bit lower, tongue gently pushing in and out of your hole, fucking you with his mouth, reaching parts that even your fingers couldn't reach.

your hands go to his hair, pulling, full frustration in your body, needing to be fucked out like an animal in heat.

ivar was too entranced to notice your shouts of your upcoming orgasm.

he's in love. in love with this taste, the comfort of your body weight all over his head, pretty thighs around him. hearing your voice, your sighs, the way you were pulling his hair.

he never truly realized how much he'd love you on top of his face like this.

he pulls back for just a moment, an urge ripping through him.

"ride me".

you drunkly open your eyes, ready to slide down his body, already going to miss his mouth.

but his hands stop you.

"no, no. ride my face".

your eyes widen, pussy clenching. and without hesitation, you settle over his face again.

your hips gently go back and forth, words struggling to come out.

ivars eyes roll back, catching what breath he can, he watches you, breasts bouncing as you use his face like a cock, your own pleasure toy, he feels it, the way you're losing control, your pussy ready to cum.

and you do. hard.

the shout that comes from you sounds pained, but relieved, so needy, so fucking good.

your hips keep going to ride out the high, your pussy contracting around nothing, your cum dripping down his lips to his chin and neck.

you go to move, but ivars hands grab your wrists, keeping you still.

"2 more" he mumbles into your pussy, lips rubbing your lit once more, causing you to jerk and yelp from over stimulation.

"ivar! ivar, no no no no no no. i c-can't-ah!" you cry out when he uses his upper body strength to hold you down on his mouth when he licks from your hole to clit over and over again.

he looks up at you from under you.

"be mine. all mine. be mine and cum 2 more times for me like my good girl. let me drink you and kiss you with my cum covered lips".

you clenched around him and followed his orders. not being able to deny him.

like a good girl.

[ivarlover]

UNDENIABLE PART 2 (Sequel to UNLEASHED)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive for me and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into what looked like a confusing situation in the light of day. What did it all mean to them now? What would happen with their friendship? Can they move forward as friends or has all been lost? Is friends to lovers even a possibility at this point?

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: This chapter: Unfortunately, this chapter does have more heartache, but if you're still following, hang in there. There's still more to come and I promise, you won't be sad.

The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, heartbreak, and a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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The next few days were dark and lonely for Alex. Even with you by his side, he still felt empty and alone. He felt completely lost. Although he couldn't stop thinking about Ivar, he was determined to continue on. He had work and school to attend to, a big weekend event to get ready for, and didn't have time to dwell on things that almost happened, things that could have been. He tried to stay busy. It was hard.

As Thursday rolled around, you were there with Alex in the bar, putting the the final touches on the decorations for Saturday. To prevent the need to spend early Saturday morning working to get everything ready for the night, Alex had decided to close the bar Friday night. "Well, apparently, I have nobody to answer to so we'll get everything finished tonight and we won't have come at all tomorrow and we won't have to worry about it getting destroyed by tomorrow night's crowd," Alex told you. You didn't miss the pain in his voice but chose not to address it. You knew he'd talk to you if he needed to.

Still, your heart broke for him. You were truly lost as to what happened with Ivar. He'd completely ghosted Alex and you'd stopped trying to figure out why and had decided to just be there for your friend. Saturday would be here before you knew it and you wanted to offer all the help you could provide to Alex so it would be one less thing he'd have to stress about.

This after party for the couple's marriage was going to be big for business and you'd set out to make it as close to perfect as possible.

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"I can't believe this is really happening! We will get so much exposure tomorrow night. I have all the extra helpers in place and ready to work, too. Can you think of anything I've missed, Y/N?" Alex sat in the floor across from you as the two of you ate take out at his coffee table. "It's kind of nice not to be there on a Friday night. How is your food? Do you need anything else to drink?" He looked at your curious face, "Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N," he laughed. "I know I'm all over the place. I'm just excited and I've got a million things going through my mind all at once."

You laughed, "It's ok but maybe focus on one thing at a time. You're going to wear yourself out before tomorrow even gets here." You guys talked for what seemed like forever and you enjoyed seeing him in better spirits. These last two weeks had been rough.

Alex stood up, taking your plates. "Wait. I'll help," you told him, scrambling to get up, too.

"No, you find us a movie or something to watch. I'll take everything to the kitchen. Don't worry about it. Want a glass of wine?"

"Sure," and you got up on the sofa and turned the television on. As you began flipping through the channels, you thought you heard something outside. You muted the TV and listened and yes, there was someone at the door. Why hadn't they rang the doorbell? You called out to Alex but it sounded like he must have went to the bathroom.

Annoyed that whoever it was still hadn't knocked or anything, you got up and went to the door. Placing both hands, palms down, on the door, you stood in front of it and tiptoed to see through the peephole. "Holy fucking shit!" you softly gasped.

"Hey, I didn't know if you wanted red or white wine, so I just brought the glasses and both bottles. We can't be letting perfectly good wine go to waste, now can we?" Alex walked in from the other side of the room behind you and hadn't looked up to you yet. "So? Which will it be, Y/N?"

As Alex looked up at you, to his surprise, he saw you standing at the open door. There stood Ivar in the doorway looking at Alex like a lost puppy. "Can, umm," he swallowed loudly, "Can I come in?" Ivar asked. Completely shocked, Alex dropped both wine glasses, them shattering to the floor.

You tried not to laugh. "Umm, I'll be right back. I need to umm, make a phone call," you said as you left Ivar standing in the door, deciding to give them some time to talk. Alex just knodded at you, still completely dumbfounded.

Uncertain of himself, Ivar said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you guys. I, umm, I can come back." He took a step back, and Alex almost lunged at him but caught himself.

"No! I, umm, I mean, umm... Yes, Ivar, please come in."

Ivar's heart stopped. He'd actually expected Alex to let him leave. He came in and closed the door behind himself and stood there by it. "I'd offer you a drink, but umm, it seems I've just broken these two glasses. I'm not sure I trust myself with two more," Alex nervously laughed, bending down to pick up the pieces.

"Here, let me help you with that," Ivar rushed over to Alex and bent down to help him.

Their hands brushed up against eachother's and they both froze. Alex looked up at Ivar and Ivar stood back up. "What are we doing here, Ivar? I need some answers," Alex said as he stood up, too, just leaving the broken glass in the floor.

"Why, umm, why is the bar closed? I went to find you there," Ivar nervously asked.

"Remember that couple who are getting married and wanted a venue for their after party?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, they chose us. Their after party is tomorrow night, and rather than spend all day there tomorrow, preparing, decorating, and cleaning, we decided to just close it tonight," Alex explained to Ivar.

"We?" Ivar wasn't sure who Alex meant, and his heart kind of stopped again.

"Well, Y/N and I. She's been helping me out since, umm, well, since you have been missing in action." Alex braced himself for Ivar's reaction, not knowing, exactly, what it may be.

Ivar felt anger run through his veins. He hadn't came all the way over to Alex's to be made fun of. Maybe it had been a mistake to come over after all. His immediate reaction was to tell Alex to fuck off and to walk back out the door. That was until he looked into Alex's eyes and saw the pain. In fact, he could tell Alex was struggling to hold back his emotions. He wasn't sure if he was about to cry or scream but seeing the stress across his face completely calmed Ivar. The last thing he wanted to do was make this any worse.

Surprisingly, to Alex and Ivar both, Ivar grabbed Alex's hands in his, "Alex, umm, can we talk about that? Umm, I mean, can we talk about umm, us?"

Alex wasn't sure what to say. Hadn't he tried this already? "Umm, Ivar, that's well, that's what I've tried to do, and you are the one who just completely shut me out. Is there even an us to discuss? I'm not usually the type that likes to be involved after a certain point, Ivar, and honestly, I'm not so sure how much more of this I can take." He pulled his hands out of Ivar's and ran them through his own hair. "I mean, honestly, I'm just confused."

Feeling worried, Ivar motioned towards the sofa. "Can we sit?"

Alex walked over to it and sat down, not knowing what to expect. "Hear me out, Alex. This is a lot." Ivar sat down beside him and turned facing him. "You remember my brother, Hvitserk?"

Alex was confused. "Hvitserk? Yes, of course I remember him."

"Well, Alex, he and my mom have been at my place for the last two weeks. Hvitserk has an alcohol and drug problem. He has for a while, but he's been able to stay away from it. Apparently, some guys took advantage of his problem and got him drinking and convinced him to do a line of coke with them. He showed up at mom's completely out of it, saying he wanted me. She was going to admit him into rehab, but he said he'd kill himself if she did. He only wanted me. She called me and they've been at my place since that Monday after our," Ivar looked up at Alex, nervously, "Well, after our weekend."

Shocked to his core, Alex wasn't sure what to say, so he just said the first thing that came to mind. "So you avoided me because you were what? Embarrassed? Ashamed?" Alex felt his stomach knot up, and his heart completely stop.

"No! No, Alex. It has taken everything out of me to keep my brother in my house and not let him leave for drugs or alcohol. Not to mention keeping an eye on him to be sure he doesn't try to do something stupid to himself. He's been going through the worst withdrawals. I've had to be there with him, by his side, day and night. I've hardly slept at all. He's fought me every step of the way, but I couldn't leave him, and I definitely couldn't bring him with me to my work at the bar."

Alex interrupted him, "Ok. I get it, but no phone calls or text messages, Ivar? Something to clue me in on what was going on? Something to let me know that I wasn't just, umm, damn! Just another fuck for you, meaningless. Or fuck, was I?" Alex immediately felt embarrassed at his words. He dropped his head to his hands. He couldn't bear to look at Ivar. He wasn't sure he could handle Ivar's answer.

Ivar's heart sank. He'd been so wrapped up in everything going on in his world that he honestly hadn't stopped to think how Alex may have taken everything, how he might be feeling. He felt so guilty and selfish.

He gently grabbed Alex's hand and pulled it away from his face. Slowly, Alex looked up at him, eyes wet. Ivar wiped a tear off of his cheek. "No, God no, Alex. It wasn't meaningless.

Not by far. I meant everything I said to you that night." He felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. This was hard, harder than he'd expected.

His heart rate sped up, and he continued, "Umm, but it, umm, I didn't really have time to even process everything before all of this with Hvitserk was dropped in my lap. My mom called me every single time I left the house without them. She was so scared to be left alone with him. And I've told you how suffocating my mom can be and how she wants to control me. I was already exhausted, and I wasn't able to handle all the questions I knew she'd have for me. Especially when I, myself, still didn't know the answers yet. I wanted to call you. I think I was, umm, well, I guess I kind of freaked out. And then, when you didn't call me either, I thought maybe you regretted it. And umm, I was. Fuck. I was scared, Alex. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm truly sorry." He placed his hand on Alex's cheek and held it there.

Alex reached up and placed his hand over Ivar's. "I..I did call you, Ivar, and I was heartbroken when I heard some woman in the background calling you sweetheart." Alex choked on his words and held his breath to prevent himself from doing the ugly cry.

"Alex, fuck, that was my mom!" Ivar gasped, guilt sweeping all over him again.

Alex half-heartedly smiled and said, "Well, I know that. Now." For some reason, he still couldn't feel relieved yet. Yes, he was happy that he'd misunderstood everything but it didn't change how deeply hurt he had been because of it. "But last weekend? What happened? You seemed so, I don't know, so cold, distant. That's why I left. It hurt, Ivar."

Ivar explained that he'd come to talk then but saw him with you and felt jealous. "I, umm, I thought maybe you belonged with her, Alex, and maybe me being there was preventing you from true happiness with her. I, umm, I didn't want.. umm, to get in the way." He dropped his head.

How had both of them read everything so wrong? Was this because of the sensitive subject and how new and unexpected everything was to them both? Alex sat quietly, trying to wrap his head around everything. He was still a bit too nervous about everything but he had to admit how nice it was to have Ivar sitting here on his sofa with him.

Ivar interrupted Alex's train of thought, "Alex, I'm truly, truly sorry. I promise, I never wanted to hurt you or for you to feel used." He grabbed both of Alex's hands and held them in his. "Alex, can we..."

At that very moment, Alex's front door swung open. There stood Hvitserk in the doorway. He quickly scanned the room before entering. "Well, long time, no see, mother fucker!" Hvitserk said, walking toward the two of them on the sofa.

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Ivar practically yanked his hands away from Alex and straightened his body. Alex was kind of taken back by Ivar's sudden stiffness. Before he could say or do anything, Hvitserk stepped closer and said, "Humm, what kind of lover's quarrel have I just interrupted?" He leaned back, laughing, and said, "I'm just kidding, guys. Fuck! Chill!" He looked at the two of them closer, "Oh shit! I'm right, ain't I? Fuck, man! Shit, forget it. Stand up and give your big brother a hug, Alex. What's it been? Two? Three years?"

Alex stood and hugged Hvitsert. "It's, yes, it's been a while," Alex tried not to sound as nervous as he actually was.

"So," Hvitserk began, "What you got to eat, man? This mother fucker over here has had me in the car waiting on him so we can go for some food."

Alex laughed nervously as Ivar stared at Hvitserk like he had horns growing from his head. Hvitserk looked at Ivar, still sitting on the sofa. "What, man? Not my fault you're in trouble with your dude." He looked over to Alex. "What did he do? Need me to kick his ass for you?"

Alex gulped. He was completely shocked that Hvitserk had picked up on anything. He was upset that Hvitserk had interrupted such a tender moment but that was definitely Hvitserk for you. "Umm, I think there's some leftover pizza in the fridge. Some things never change, huh? Always hungry. Come with me."

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You had heard all the noise and stepped quietly out of the room to see what was going on. You recognized the panicked look across Alex's face immediately when your eyes met his, so you walked straight to them.

Hvitserk, being the guy he was, looked straight at you and said, "Umm, hungry? Yeah, but I think I'll have my dessert first. Hi, I'm Hvitserk. And who might you be?"

Ivar had came into the kitchen with you guys. "I'm sorry. Hvitserk, this is our friend, Y/N. Now, please leave her alone."

Hvitserk took a step back and looked around at the three of you and then back to Ivar. "Holy shit, man! Are you fucking them both?! Where the fuck do I sign up for this shit?" You dropped your head, blushing even more with embarrassment but you still smiled. "Fuck! What else have I missed since I've been gone? My fucking little brother got some game!"

Ivar smacked Hvitserk upside his head and put his arm around him and turned him toward the door, "See why my fucking brother doesn't need to drink? This is him sober!" He took a step with him, "I'm sorry, guys. We should go now."

"Wait," you stepped toward them, "Umm, he's not a bother. I can get his pizza, umm, so you and Alex can finish your, umm, conversation?" You couldn't help it. Obviously, the Lothbroks had damn good genes. Hvitserk was taller and a little thinner than Ivar but still muscular and gorgeous with his long hair and pretty blue eyes. You also loved the way he was looking at you, like he could strip you naked right there. And honestly, part of you wished he would.

Hvitserk instantly pulled away from Ivar and stepped toward you. "Yeah, you kids run and play. The two of us have adult business to discuss." Not taking his eyes off yours, he grabbed your hand. "The pizza doesn't happen to be located in the bedroom, does it?" he laughed. You felt your cheeks blush again. "It's incredibly attractive watching you blush. I could get used to this."

"Umm, let me get that pizza," you pulled your hand from his and went to the refrigerator.

Ivar and Alex looked at eachother and Ivar shrugged his shoulders, defeated. He waved Alex to come with him and the two of them went back to the living room together and sat back down on the sofa again. "He has done me that way my entire life," Ivar began, "But I guess Y/N has been the only one who I was actually with first," he laughed as he flashed his devilish smile at Alex, then added, "And I doubt, very seriously, he can do for her what the two of us did."

Blushing, Alex smacked him on the chest. "Ivar! Don't talk about Y/N like that! If he's a dog we should probably rescue her from him, though, no?"

"No, no. He's ok. He knows better than to hurt her. That's how he figured out everything so quickly, because I was protective of her," Ivar answered. A little louder, he continued, "He won't hurt her. I'll break his fucking neck if he does and he knows that."

From the kitchen, Hvitserk called, "Hey! I heard that!"

"Good, I fucking meant for you to, numb nuts!"

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"So," Ivar took a deep breath, "Where were we?" He gave Alex a warm smile.

Alex was surprised Ivar wanted to continue their conversation but still decided to give Ivar an out. "Umm, well, I just miss my best friend and want him back, Ivar. I just want things to be good with us again." He nervously looked to Ivar.

Ivar leaned closer to him and spoke softly, "That's just it, Alex. I think, umm, actually, I'm sure that umm, I want more than that. I mean, if you do."

Alex's mouth dropped. He was speechless. Just as he finally began to speak, "Ivar. Umm, I, uh," he grabbed Ivar's hand, "I," his doorbell rang. "Fuck!"

Looking back at Ivar, hating that they'd been interrupted yet again, Alex walked over and opened his door, "Umm, Mrs. Lothbrok!" Surprised, he turned back to Ivar. "Come in."

Alex heard Ivar sigh as he stood to meet his mother. "Did you two forget about me in the car?" She asked Ivar.

"No, mom. I was just waiting on Hvitserk. He's eating pizza." Ivar turned to Alex. "You remember Alex, don't you, mom?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm sorry to have so rudely intruded," she smiled at Alex and kissed him on the cheek.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," he said, looking at Ivar's apologetic smile.

Hvitserk and you came from the kitchen, and he introduced you. "Mom, this is, well," he looked into your eyes and smiled, "My future girlfriend." You blushed again. What was it about this guy?

Aslaug looked you over in a very critical way but then hugged you, "Any friend of my boys' is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you, sweetheart." As she hugged you, all you could think about was how quickly everything had just changed.

Alex asked if he could get Aslaug anything to eat or drink and as she began to answer, Ivar interrupted her and nervously answered, "Um, no thanks, Alex. We should probably be leaving now."

Aslaug looked to Ivar, studying his face. "What am I missing here, dear?" She looked around at everyone. "Everyone seems to be on pins and needles."

"Nothing, mom. I just figured it's time for us to leave now, before we've worn out our welcome," Ivar was quick to answer her.

"Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like," Alex said, looking around at them, "Y/N and I didn't have any plans this evening."

"Oh?" Aslaug began, as she gave you that same critical look, "Y/N, do you live here with dear Alex?"

You were taken back by her elegance, but somehow, she still seemed to make you feel inadequate. Inadequate of what, you weren't quite sure. There was no way she knew anything had happened between the three of you, but she definitely had this way about her. You were honestly glad you weren't in Alex's shoes. He was going to have a difficult time measuring up to her expectations, especially since he's a man. But you just knew from watching Ivar with him that there was going to be something very serious between them. It was obvious, and maybe this was why Aslaug was acting this way. She had to notice it as well.

"Um, no ma'am," you answered her. "I'm just really good friends with Alex. And Ivar, too. I'm just visiting."

"Well, you need to come visit me back at Ivar's place," Hvitserk said and kissed you on the cheek. "There's the blush in your face that I adore so much," he grinned.

"Well," Aslaug smiled, "Aren't all the boys just smitten with you?"

"Mom! Enough!" Ivar stepped in front of you just as you were about to put this woman in her place. You didn't care whose mom she was.

Hvitserk was clearly thrilled at your obvious reaction, smiling from ear to ear at you. He walked to Aslaugh's side. "Well, it's been nice seeing you again, Alex, and definitely nice meeting you, Y/N. I'll be in touch. Mom, Ivar is right. Let's go." He draped his arm around her shoulder and turned toward the door, not giving her an opportunity to protest. He looked back and said, "Ivar, we'll meet you in the car. After you say your goodbyes, of course," as he winked at you. He is slick. He walked her out the door and closed it behind them.

"Damn! What the fuck was that about?" you asked.

"My mom is a little too observant for her own good. And she's obviously too nosy. I'm so sorry, guys. She's so overbearing." Ivar looked completely defeated.

"It's ok, Ivar. I remember her well. She's always been like that. She means well. She just loves you and wants what's best for you like any mom. But look, don't worry. You're completely off the hook here. You owe me nothing," Alex swallowed loudly.

Ivar looked confused, "But Alex, we're not done here."

"Yes, we are, Ivar. For now anyway. You have too much on your plate right now and I truly understand. Just. Just make sure you keep in touch with me, ok?" Alex was even surprised at his words himself, but he knew this was best for now. He didn't want Ivar to end up resenting him and he knew this situation had the very potential for just that. He could push his own feelings aside for now. He'd already done it this long. What was a little more time? He definitely had no plans of getting into a pissing contest with Aslaug.

As he stared blankly at Alex, Ivar was completely speechless. This was not how he'd seen this evening working out. He felt crushed and completely defeated, and if he was being honest, he was a little pissed off. How could Alex just act as if none of this was important? Was he seriously simply putting what he thought was Ivar's best interests above his own? "But, Alex?"

Alex stepped to Ivar and placed his hand on his cheek. He looked Ivar deeply in his eyes and softly spoke, "Don't worry, Ivar. This is not the end. Just go and take care of your family. They need you more than I do right now." Ivar's eyes began to tear up, but he quickly, angrily wiped them dry. Alex's heart lunged for him, but he stayed steady. "I promise it will be ok."

Ivar only knodded his head and he turned to the door, not saying a word. He walked out, never looking back.

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As soon as the door closed, Alex fell to the floor, his face in his hands. You rushed to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly as he began to cry. "What the fuck, Alex? What the hell is wrong with you? That man loves you! Can't you see that? Why did you send him away like that?" You were completely shocked and confused. He finally had his chance and he ended it before it even began.

He slowly lifted his head and looked at you. The pain in his eyes was almost too much for you to bear. "Y/N, you can't possibly know how he feels about me. And Hvitserk needs to be his priority right now. If we try this in the middle of him trying to help his brother get well, he'll resent me. I just know it. I'll add too much stress for him right now and you saw his mom. She will never give him a moment's rest about how he plans to give her grandchildren if I'm his choice. Nobody will ever be good enough for her boys but I definitely won't be. He doesn't need all of that right now. If it's meant to be, it will just have to wait. We shouldn't have to defend it straight out the gate." He dropped his head back down and sighed.

"But, Alex! You can't make that choice for him! He obviously thinks you're worth it. And so do I, damn it! And I'm sorry to break the news to you, but if you're going to be romantically involved with another man, you're, unfortunately, going to have to get used to defending your relationship with him. That sucks, I know, but society isn't there yet. They don't understand that you simply just love who you love."

"Well, it's done now. It'll be ok," he gulped. "It has to be."

You placed your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Alex." You knew this was serious for him, too. That was the most selfless thing you'd ever seen anyone do. You just hoped Ivar would see it, too.

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Ivar was very affectionate towards you.

Under that tough exterior he was the cuddliest person you had ever come across - though he would never let anyone but you see that side of him.

He wasn't good at putting his emotions into words, so he would show his love for you through physical affection.

To put it simply; if he did not receive a minimum of three kisses by lunchtime, he would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

He would wake up before you, just so he could hold your sleeping body.

You often would wake up to him stroking his fingers down your spine.

Or covering your face and neck in light kisses.

Or because he had his face between your legs.

He loved to cuddle. A lot.

He preferred being the big spoon because liked having you in his arms to make sure you were safe and protected.

But sometimes he would be the little spoon - usually on nights when his legs were particularly painful or when he had a stressful day.

He loved to sneak up on you and hug you from behind. He liked this for two reasons. One was because he liked to surprise you with hugs and kisses. But the second (and biggest) reason why he loved this was because it gave him full access to kiss and nibble your sweet spot on your neck, whilst letting his hands freely roam around your breasts.

Talking of breasts, he loved them.

If he wasn't staring at them, he would be touching them, kissing them, or squeezing them.

He also loved kisses.

Kisses in the morning.

Kisses in the afternoon.

Kisses at night.

He would wake you up in the middle of the night, just to kiss you.

He loved to lightly peck you on the lips in the morning.

He loved to kiss you roughly with all the hunger in the world in between meetings.

He loved to kiss you slowly and passionately in the dead of night.

He loved the hot and sloppy kisses you shared as he thrust deep inside you.

He loved trailing kisses down your soft skin.

He loved to plant kisses on your inner thighs, watching your squirm under his touch.

He also loved being inside you.

Whether it be on his throne, in the bed or on a table.

He loved to hear your moans as he thrust deep and hard inside of you, making your legs shake.

He loved how your body would respond to his touch, whether it be when he trails his hands down your soft thighs or when he kisses and gropes your breasts.

The way you whimpered and moaned for him to go deeper drove him crazy.

He loved to hear you scream his name - and every night he made your screams known throughout the whole building.

To put it bluntly, he would go mad without your touch.

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TW: Angst-ish | Unruly Ivar | Opera Singing: SMUUUUUUUUUUUT | Oral (Male Receiving) | Vaginal Unprotected Sex | Breeding Kink | Ejaculation

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You loved him, adored him, would do anything for him. But sometimes, he just didn't shut up. Ivar would talk to hear himself talk these days, yet would often go off on the most random things; for the oddest reason. What was eating at your King? What was getting him so worked up over at times nothing? What was pushing his mental buttons? You sit back and question, watching him. What was it that was making him so... unruly?

"This is madness! Why is the goat wandering?!" he yelled. "HEY! HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!" He yelled at one of the people passing by.

"Here we go again." you mutter to yourself, but you smile, watching him. "My King, it's just a goat. Come have a seat. Let me ease your mind." you suggest with a kind, loving smile.

"No one listens to me. Why doesn't anyone listen?" He snarled, taking a seat next to you.

"My King, people listen to you, but you've been a bit... tense, are you okay?" you ask him with concern.

"I'm fine. HEY! SLAVE! BRING ME A--" he stops a moment and looks at you. "What are you doing?" he asks with an arched brow.

"I am helping you, now Hush my, King." You state. "Leave us." you call as the others in the area scatter.

Getting to your knees in front of him. Looking over his face a moment, you undo his pants, taking his cock into your hand, and slowly and firmly work the flesh in your hands. You watch him, and he has his eyes on you. You feel him start to harden in your hand, and you move your head down to lick the tip, and you begin to work your lips around him, loose at first, but the harder he gets, the more full his cock becomes, the more taught your lips become around him.

Taking what you can of him into your mouth, you use your hand to stroke the remainder. Your head bobbing. His jaw unclenches, his eyes observing you carefully, his breathing hitches, and a hand moves to your head. Your tongue swirls slightly and pushes against the thick vein on the underside of his cock; you gradually move your lips to the tip and sucking along the right side of his length. Weaving your way slowly back to the head, and your lips wrap around his head again.

His head drops back as he lets out a heavy groan and his fingers start to grip at your hair. His breathing becomes more labored as his cock twitches in your mouth. Looking over you, he lets out a snarl, Ivar clutches your hair tightly and pulls your head from his cock, and he looks you in the face.

"Get on." He demands.

"Are you--"

"I said. Get. On." He snarls.

"Yes, My King." you whisper softly.

Lifting your dress, you look over his face as you straddle his lap and ease yourself onto his hard, literally throbbing cock. You let him a soft moan as he thrusts his hips up into you, and he grips at your hips tightly.

"Fuck your King." He demands as he presses your hips making you take all of him.

You whimper and let out a jagged breath. You move your hips back and forth while using the chair to your advantage; when it comes to sliding up and down on and you press Ivar's cock deep inside you. Your breathing hitches, and your hands' grip at his shirt, clenching the fabric in your fists.

Your pussy clenches around his member as you move up and down. His jaw slacks and he presses his head into the back of the chair and lets out a groan.

"Cum for me, My King, cup inside me." you whimper.

"Beg for it, My Goddess. Beg for your King's seed."

"Please, My King, cum in me, give me your seed. Please. Breed me, My King!" Your whimpers turn to moans, and your moans turn to screams.

"Breed you, My Goddess? Beg for it. Earn my seed." He demands you.

Your hips move faster but at the same time at a steady pace, a pause now and again to ease yourself down on him and going in a slow circular pattern only to pick up the pace again, keeping the rhythm you look over his face.

"Please, My King. Breed me, cum deep in your Goddess. Give me your child." You whisper against his lips as your legs begin to shake.

Ivar lets out a gasp and grips your hips tightly, forcing you harder as he presses into you, and he buries his face into your neck and lets out a heavy moan.

"Cum for me... cum for me, and I will give you what you want." He demands.

On command, your body trembles, and you let out a heavy moan, your head drops back, your legs shake, pussy quivering massaging his cock, almost as if milking every last drop from him as he presses himself into you, giving you exactly what you asked for. His breathing hitches and your body shaking.

"That's my Goddess... good girl." He whispers against your neck. Holding you close, he looks at you and smiles, "Thank you." He says softly.

Smiling you, slowly ease off of him, and he puts himself away, adjusting in the chair. Sitting in your place at his feet, your head rests on his knees as he looks out the door. "Feast tonight, my brothers!" He calls out, and the people outside cheer with excitement. He looks down at you placing a hand on your head and smiles softly.

Tagging: @luciferslittleastre

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Werk

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Tags: Ivar x Reader,  threats, violence, pregnancy

Genre: A little Angst and a little smutty towards the end ;) (this was supposed to be fluff, but I don’t know how I ended up with this?)

Request:   Anonymous said:#20 with ivar the boneless, like she says it to get him and sigurd to stop fighting and he gets pissed when he finds out she’s not so she’s like “stop wasting time and get me pregnant if you’re wanting a baby!”

Note: I changed the prompt terminology to suit the time period still the same general idea (:  (the “werk” title was intentional it’s not an error.)

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You were quite a distance from the great hall yet you could hear all the screaming and bickering going on in there, you could distinguish your husband's voice as you approached, your steps made haste as you balanced a basket of linens on your hip, the argument seemed only to worsen; the resounding of objects being chucked made you grip your basket tighter up against your hip. You knew your husband had quite the temper, but to hear him howling such terrible threats as he was, truly worried you. Upon crossing the threshold to the great hall you were more than displeased at the sight before you, Ivar, and Sigurd were at it once again, always going at each other's throats. This time almost quite literally, as Ivar flung himself out his chair grasping Sigurd by the neck as he knocked him out of his seat on to the hard plank wooden floor along with himself. 

“What’s wrong Ivar!? Can’t handle the truth?” His brother mocked him as he wrestled to get Ivar off of him. 

“Close your mouth! or I’ll have it swollen shut!” Ivar threatened as he delivered a sharp blow to his brother's jaw.

You stood disturbed for a mere split second as you watched the younger Ragnarssons fight each other while the older two seemed to be amused, Ubbe leaned against a  wooden pillar with his ever so expressive eyes closely following the brawling with no apparent concern. He had gotten quite used to his younger brothers’ scuffles, meanwhile Hvitserk did the same as he sat at the table with his feet kicked up as he chugged his mead.

“Stop! Both of you stop fighting!” You cried out as you dropped your basket of linens and approached them both begging them to stop hurting each other, but it was as if they could not hear you. 

“Ubbe! Please, do something.” You pleaded for your brother in law to step in before they could severely hurt each other. 

“Alright, alright.” Ubbe conceded as he nonchalantly made his way to separate the two, he took them both by the back collars of their tunics and flung them back. Ubbe held Sigurd back as you went to Ivar and helped him sit upon a chair. 

“That’s right Ivar, go on. Hide behind your woman’s skirts now that your mommy isn’t here.” Sigurd continued to egg him on as he did before.  Ivar’s erratic breathing and the harsh scowl that hadn’t left his brows was more than enough for you to know Ivar had full intention of lunging himself at his brother again and pick up the fight just where it left off if given the chance. The way his shoulders continued to tense up where the dead give away before he could get a chance to respond you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as you stood to the side, a step behind him, “Do not heed his words Ivar. You know he only does it to bother you.” You attempted to pacify him, and it seemed to somewhat work as he reached out an arm pulling you closer and wrapping his right arm around your waist.

“You are right, my sweet wife.” He agreed as he looked up to you and gave you a smile before continuing, “You see Sigurd here, the snake seems to yearn for what is mine” he emphasized as he pulled you closer. 

Sigurd scoffed “I may have one in the eye but you sure slither like one on the ground. You’re more snake than a man.” He made a brief pause to look straight in your eyes before admiring your features. “I’m sure your wife tires of it.”  He made no effort to hide how his eyes coveted you, his eyes slowly took you in your curves admiring your supple breasts, your waist, and how he desired to know how it would feel to have your hips between his hands one night. “She soon may seek to warm another’s bed, someone who can offer her more than just warmth. I would not mind giving her more than just warmth, I could put those hips to good use.” He mocked with a smirk.  

You looked at him in repugnance and anger, who was he to look at you and speak of you as if you were some common whore and not his own brother’s wife, you angered that he thought you’d be so fickle-minded to abandon your husband, for another. Without hesitation or much thought you interlaced your fingers with Ivar’s as his hand rested on you and delivered a surprise to all, “Foolish little snake, it seems even the gods are set on making a fool of you.” All of them seemed confused by your words, you turned to Ivar and gave him a sweet smile. “I wanted to surprise my husband alone tonight with the good fortune that has come to us.” You continued s you lifted your free hand and gently placed it on your abdomen. Ivar’s brothers looked at you wide-eyed as he looked at you puzzled. “Don’t look so startled that I am with child, I knew it would happen, even if you all doubted.” 

Ivar beamed with joy so much he felt he would not be able to contain it, he wrapped both arms around your middle and leaned his head on you. “Our child?”  You nodded your head yes to him.

His oldest brothers laughed in amusement while Sigurd stormed out of the hall. 

“Well, I’ll drink to that! Skål!” Hvitserk chirped in as if he ever needed a reason to drink. 

“So will I brother!” Ubbe agreed. 

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Later that night as you readied for bed with Ivar your guilt was overwhelming, all Ivar had done all day and evening was speak of his child, a child yet not conceived. A child you very much yearned for, a child you longed for so very long to hold in your arms, tangible proof of your love and Ivar’s.  You were silent as you took out your earrings and unhooked the lavish ornament around your neck, listening to him go on about what things he would do with his child if you were expecting a son. It pained you to soon have to take that joy from him and you began to regret having lied but at that moment you didn’t know what else to do. 

“Beloved? Are you listening?” He asked as he slipped off his tunic baring his toned chest. 

“I am, husband.” You assured as you undid the laces on the sides of your dress before slipping out of it, leaving you in your thin ivory slip.  You neared him as he sat at the edge of your bed, you lowered to your knees before him, undoing the braces on his legs, like you did every night, you liked to tend to your husband on your own without the help of any thralls. He continued on about his child, “And if we have a daughter…” 

“Ivar…” You stopped him mid-sentence as you took his bigger hands in yours. He looked down at you confused yet attentive. “I have something I must confess…” you looked down, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you were to break his hopes. “I’m sorry.” You admitted. He held your hands in one hand as the other reached under your chin to tilt your face up to meet your eyes, they were so sorrowful, his own eyes mimicked the pain in yours as he was filled with concern.

“What is it, my love?” Surely you could not have done anything that he was not willing to forgive.  Your eyes watered a bit but you did not let a tear fall, you weren’t sad for yourself but for Ivar, you knew how much he wanted this.

“Ivar, please forgive me. I do not mean to hurt you but I can not lie to you… I am not with child.” 

He promptly pulled his hands away from you and that sent a pang of pain right through you.  He was greatly perplexed, how could you in a day give him the greatest joy and also on the same day take it away just like that with a few words. “I’m sorry Ivar.” You pleaded as your hands rested on his knees. He refused to look at you.

“You must have had fun, mocking my brother up to be a fool, while truly you make a fool out of your husband.”

“ I just wanted him to stop. It was not my intention…” you were cut off by Ivar.

“Maybe Sigurd is right, maybe I cannot offer you anything more than warmth. Maybe…”

“Ivar!” You would not let him continue where he was going. “I will not stray to another man’s bed, and you know it well.” The way he looked down at you so intently almost as if you were prey set off something very deep in your core that you could not repress. Surely you knew one of many ways to comfort your husband and soothe away his ill-temper. Ever so gently you began to glide your fingers from his knees up to his thighs tenderly snaking your fingers up him with just the right pressure not so much that you’d cause him discomfort but just enough to stimulate his senses.

His breath hitched, “What are you doing?” He instinctively leaned back a bit resting on his forearms.  

“Ivar~” You cooed as your fingers playfully drew up abstract shapes on his pelvis, you toyed with him touching near but never where he wanted you to touch. “If you are yearning so much for a child. Then…”  you paused just before giving him what he wanted you traced your middle finger up his arousal, “Don’t let time go to waste and get to work.” You said mischievously before cupping the bulge between his legs.

His breath caught in his throat at the unexpected contact, his hands snapped around your wrists pulling you up as he guided you to straddle his hips.  You attempted to  carefully adjust yourself on his hips but he returned the surprise by harshly gripping your hips and grinding your core against his bulge, “It’s going to be a very long night.” You caught yourself on his chest as he leaned in and whispered, “You’ve got a lot of making up to do my sweet wife, perhaps if you work hard enough tonight our prayers might be answered.”  His lips nipped down your neck while his hands stealthily slipped under and up your slip to knead your bottom and cup it his hands. You looked down only to behold his mischievous eyes looking right back into yours, and you knew indeed you were in for a very long night.  Perhaps he was right tonight just might be that night.

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edit: so I tried to edit one small error on the tumblr app and it had the freaking audacity to delete everything but the tags, so I hope everything looks/reads normal. I forgot what I originally wrote for the ending note 

your comments and feed back would be very appreciated (:

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Divinity - An Ivar the Boneless/Reader Smut Short.

Next drabble request from @southernbe for the prompt “I am going to fucking ruin you.”

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

Words - 305

Your mouth glides along the rigid shaft of his cock, Ivar’s hands tugging at your hair as you suck upon him happily, his grunts and growls filling the air.  

“My little vixen. How well you take me into that pretty mouth.” He praises you with, blue eyes glittering like the brightest skies, his defined abs juddering as you let your tongue twirl over the head of his hardness before taking him whole once more. “Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“I miss my king when he is gone from me,” you pause to speak, letting his cock drag against your lower lip.  

“You are telling me this already without words, my love. I can feel it, smell it. Your cunt perfumes the air, so full of need to be full of me.” He hauls you up, kissing you wantonly as you lie back on the bed atop him, his hand reaching between your legs to begin stroking at the soaking folds of your womanhood, gritting a curse at feeling just how dewy you are for him, his other hand spanking your backside firmly.  

Your union is fervid already, your hand grasping him, pumping his rigidity as his fingers push inside you, parting your walls deftly, hungry lips sucking upon your tongue as you share filthy kisses, everything full of indulgence and need.

The cadence of your cries reaches fever as his thumb moves to stroke at your clit, your voice breaking apart on his name, your mouth descending to nip at the thick column of his neck, lowering further, trailing over his tattoos before he pushes you onto you front, forcing your legs apart before heaving his body between them to sink himself balls deep into your heat.  

“Prepare yourself, my little doe. I am going to fucking ruin you.”

And he does. And it’s utter divinity.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

I have a request if you don’t mind, for a modern! Ivar draddle using this prompt ““Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.”  and you can use your amazing imagination for the rest ( re posted lol)

Prompt From This List

Ivar looks down on you. He licks his lips, greed all but dripping from his pale eyes. They are not quite Ragnar’s eyes, but you know Ragnar is in there somewhere. 

He eases himself onto the edge of the bed, keeping himself up only with some difficulty. But he does not show his pain. Yes, he is in severe pain, but he has learned to deal with it.

And here you are, so ready and willing.  He’s almost insulted by the fact that is body is so incapably of sating your need in the most primal way.

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” He growls. You slowly oblige. Too slow for Ivar’s taste. He pries your thighs apart. You gasp softly, but don’t struggle.  Ivar parts your folds with his fingers. You whimper and avoid his intense eyes. He leans in and kisses at your neck while his finger seeks out your wet core. He swears against your skin. “So wet.” He growls.

He begins to fuck you with his fingers. You moan, arching into his touch. 

You can see self loathing in his eyes. Pain is pulling at the muscles in his face. His body is trying to become ready, it hurts. And the inability hurts double. Your heart breaks for him. But you have no real time to feel sorry for him, for he curls his fingers and finds that one spot inside you that makes something inside you explode. He likes it when that happens. Droplets of your climax land on his skin and on the blanket. Ivar leans in to clean you up. You whimper and swear under your breath. 

“Good girl.” Ivar smirks, giving your clit a languid lick. You whine and twitch, utterly spend. 

[ivarlover]

UNDENIABLE

(Sequel to UNLEASHED) Part 1

(It was supposed to be just one chapter, but a million and one words later, here we are)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

I'm so sorry this sequel has taken so long. It has seriously kicked my ass. This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive for me (& for my friend) and the need to write more can't be ignored. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into what looked like a confusing situation in the light of day. What did it all mean to them now? What would happen with their friendship? Can they move forward as friends or has all been lost? Is friends to lovers even a possibility at this point?

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: For this sequal in general; each chapter will have its own warnings.

Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), male to male contact and more, heartbreak, and a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! And

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Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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It had been a few days since the wild weekend at Y/N's place. Alex hadn't heard from Ivar, but he really hadn't thought much about it because he and Ivar would usually talk by at least Thursday evening or Friday morning to discuss their weekend plans for the bar. He assumed Ivar didn't want things to be weird, so he'd chosen to keep up with their usual. Although, if Alex said it didn't bother him a bit, he'd be lying.

All he had been able to think about was Ivar and their time together. He knew it had definitely changed things between them, but he did honestly hope it hadn't been a mistake. He sincerely didn't want to lose Ivar as his best friend. He'd find a way to forget anything had ever happened and never act on his feelings again if it was the only way for them to remain friends. He'd been able to hide his feelings this long, and he knew he could do it again if he had to.

He saw Y/N in class, and other than more than their usual flirting, things with them had been the same. He was relieved, too. He didn't think he'd like it if they were awkward.

It had been really hard for Alex to concentrate in class. When Friday rolled around and he still hadn't heard anything from Ivar, he decided he was ditching class. When you walked in, he told you, "Want to go have lunch with me instead of this damn class?"

You looked him up and down, winked, and said, "Oh, of course I do!"

"No, Y/N. I'm serious. I need someone to talk to."

Noting the seriousness in his tone, you answered him, "Oh shit. I'm sorry. OK. Sure. Let's go."

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Sitting at the table, nibbling at his burger, Alex clearly looked stressed. He'd begin to speak, but then he'd stop himself. After doing that a couple of times, you decided to help him out. "Let me guess. You haven't heard anything from Ivar, and it's freaking you out?"

"Oh my God. How do you know that?" He asked, so panicked.

"I know the feeling. I've been there before myself, Alex," you tried, "But honestly, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just chill a minute."

"How could you even possibly know that? I think he must regret everything and now I've probably lost my best friend, too. I'm such an idiot." Alex dropped his head to his hands and just shook it back and forth.

You leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands and squeezed. "Listen to me, Alex. You're being way too hard on yourself. This is all new to you, and I get it, but didn't you see how he was with you the rest of the weekend? He was an absolute sweetheart with you, Alex. It was obvious that he really cares for you. Something has probably just came up, and he's been busy. Why don't you just call him? The phone works both ways, ya know."

Alex seemed a bit surprised. You could see him thinking, probably remembering the weekend, "What? What do you mean the way he was with me? He's always a sweetheart. That's why I...I...ummm," he couldn't spit it out. You couldn't help but notice how cute he was when he was nervous like this.

"That's why you love him?" You decided to rip the bandaid off all at once. "And that's why you're flipping out right now." His eyes grew wide, and his mouth dropped, but he didn't say anything, not even when you waited for him to. So you began again, "Well, the way he made sure you were comfortable constantly, checking if you needed anything for one. I bet he was also like that when," you paused and looked around to be sure there wasn't anyone too close, and lowered your voice, "I bet he was also like that with you intimately in my bed, too, huh?"

His heart stopped, and he smacked you on the arm, trying desperately not to smile and failing. "Y/N!"

You laughed, "What? It's true. I know it is. Don't try playing shy with me after what we shared. He was almost, I don't know, protective of you. Like your needs were before anything. I also watched how he looked at you when you guys cooked breakfast for me, for us. He was in awe with you, Alex. His gaze on you was just so lovenly and appreciative, like he'd found gold with you. How would you not fall in love with that? Hell, I fell in love with the thought of the two of you just watching it all unfold. But umm, damn someone if they ever hurt you or even think of trying to because umm, well, he'd kill them!" You laughed again.

Alex just looked at you, completely stunned.

"Oh my God! Please tell me you noticed all of those things!" you huffed out.

"Well, I mean, umm, well, I don't know Y/N. Maybe? Kind of, I guess." You saw his wheels turning. "I guess I just didn't think anything about it and haven't analyzed it, umm like you clearly have," he laughed, "But if all of that is true, why has he ignored me all week? I mean, at minimum, we have a business to run together, and we've never gone this long without speaking, even if it's just a quick call to say, 'Hey, I'm busy. Do whatever you want with the bar this weekend and I'll be in touch soon.' But no, I haven't heard a word."

Alex looked so lost, so hurt, and unsure of himself. It broke your heart to see the pain across his face. "Look, just call him already!"

"Well, I'm..umm Fuck! I don't know. I don't want to come across as pushy or clingy. Or.. oh fuck! What if he regrets it, Y/N?" Alex dropped his head and stared at the table. You weren't sure but it seemed he was trying to fight back tears.

You hated how well you understood his feelings, but you knew, you seriously had felt what Ivar didn't say, that Ivar didn't regret the weekend's events. You also knew there was no convincing Alex so you didn't even try. You knew there was a logical explanation. It was just trying to figure out what it was. So rather than guess, you picked up Alex's phone from the table.

"Wait! Y/N! What the hell are you doing? No!" Alex seriously almost had a heart attack.

"Well, it's your fault. I told you Sunday I couldn't believe you didn't have a lock on your phone!" You laughed as you scrolled though his phone, quickly finding Ivar's number. "Now, here! Call him! For all you know, he thinks you're the one regretting everything," and you handed him his phone, already calling Ivar.

He looked at you, completely dumbfounded. You knew he wanted to just scream. He raised the phone to his ear just in time. "Hello?" Ivar's voice said on the other end of the line. Alex said nothing. You nudged him, trying to remind him to speak. "Umm, hello? Alex?" Ivar said again.

Finally, Alex came to his senses, "Hey, umm, Ivar. I just, umm, well, I haven't heard from you. I.., I just wanted to ask about this weekend. Umm, the bar? That couple is supposed to come in tomorrow to see if they want to use it for their after party. I.. ummm," Alex's heart was pounding. He couldn't remember another time being so nervous about a simple phone call and to his best friend at that.

Ivar quickly cut him off. "Umm, Alex, I'm sorry. I can't be there. Something important has come up. I promise you I'll explain as soon as I have the time, but can you handle it without me this time? I, I'll make it up to you."

Ivar sounded detached or distracted, almost cold, and as soon as Alex was going to ask if everything was ok, he heard a female voice in the background. "Ivar, darling, who is that on the phone? Can you please come help me with the wine, sweetheart?"

Alex's heart completely stopped. Sweetheart? Darling? He wasn't even able to respond at all when Ivar quickly began to speak over her, pretty much rushing Alex off the phone, "Hey, umm, Alex? I have to go. We'll talk soon, ok? Bye," and he abruptly hung up on Alex.

Absolutely stunned, Alex just looked at the phone, still in his hand, like it was something he'd never seen before, as if it was a foreign object from another planet. You took the phone from his grip and placed it on the table. He looked at you, fighting back the tears that were now swelling up in his eyes, nearly the same way he had the phone.

You were sitting close enough to him that you'd heard everything on the other end of the phone as well. It didn't make sense to you but you had no explanation. Looking at Alex absolutely broke your heart. He didn't have to say a word. It was written across his face. He was absolutely devastated. You wanted to tell him not to jump to conclusions, that this had proven nothing, good or bad, but you knew now wasn't the time.

Completely distraught, at a loss for more conversation, he looked over at you, "Umm, home? Please," his voice cracked.

"Absolutely," you put your arm around his waist as he stood up. He clearly needed the extra support. The two of you walked out.

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Not wanting him to be left alone at his place, you decided he was coming home with you. There wasn't any talking on the Uber ride there. He just looked out the window, completely lost in his thoughts.

Once in your living room, Alex basically fell to the sofa. He finally spoke, "Can I have a drink? The hardest thing you've got."

The two of you drank a glass of vodka together without even saying a word until you set your drink down and finally spoke up. "Alex, hey," you said softly. You placed your hand on his shoulder, and he looked at you, one tear finally breaking away from his eye and streaming down his cheek. You leaned over and wiped it from his cheek.

"Hey, there is no reason for you to be so upset. You seriously don't know anything yet. Give him a chance first. He said he'd explain when he could. This is all so new to you both, and you haven't outlined anything yet. I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you need to. If it really is what you think, he's technically not done anything wrong, yet."

He glared at you, and you felt the sting. "Look, all I'm saying is, yes, proceed cautiously, but take it easy on yourself, man. I know, Alex, I know that he did not use you. Just hold these awful feelings you have right now and wait until the two of you have a chance to talk."

Trying to catch his breath and prevent more tears, Alex sat quietly for a minute before he said anything. Breathing deeply, he finally began, "That's just it. He can be so fucking ruthless, Y/N. He probably felt ridiculous because of letting himself be put in such a vulnerable situation, with you and me both, that he went out and found some woman to take back to his place to fuck away his memory." He felt himself getting mad. "I thought I meant something to him but he just wanted a good time. He played me for a fool and I wanted to believe it so badly because I..umm, I.. it's not important. I just believed him because it sounded good in my fantasy world that anything with us could be real."

"Oh, Alex," you pulled him to you and gave him a hug, his head resting on your shoulder with your hand on the back of it. He began to cry, hard, his face now buried in your shoulder and hair.

What you wouldn't give to take his pain away! You couldn't even see, now, how sexy he was in your arms. All you saw was his heartbreak. And your heart seriously just broke into two pieces for him. "You're jumping to too many conclusions, Alex. There's no way he's that good of an actor that he fooled us both. I'm sorry you're so hurt, though. Cry it out here with me, babe. You'll be ok. I promise."

With his red, tear stained face, Alex looked up at you. You wiped his tears with one hand, the other still holding the back of his head. You moved his hair away from his face and leaned down to kiss him on his forehead.

Misunderstanding your intentions or maybe just to get his mind off of everything, as you leaned down to kiss his forehead, he leaned up and kissed you on the lips. It was such a sweet, tender kiss. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you closer into him, deepening the kiss.

As your heart began to race, you began kissing him back, quickly remembering how nice his lips felt against yours. And then, suddenly, your entire body stiffened. You slowly pulled away from him and sat up on the sofa, dropping your arms from him. He gave you a confused look.

"Alex, you have to know I adore you. I would happily spend my days doing nothing but kissing you," you gave him a warm smile, "But not like this. You guys need to talk and figure things out before you and I can do anything else. I'm, umm, I'm sorry."

He shook his head yes. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, Y/N. But can I ask you something?" he asked sheepishly.

"Of course you can."

"Could I stay here tonight? I just don't feel like being alone in my place right now," his face flushed, "And don't worry, I can sleep right here on the sofa."

It felt kind of sweet that he felt comfortable asking you to stay and knew that he could trust you.

"Yes, of course," you said, "But Alex?"

"Yes?"

"You will not sleep on this uncomfortable sofa. You can sleep in the bed with me! I trust you." You smiled at him, and he finally gave you a small smile, too. "But no funny business, ok?" And you laughed.

"Thank you, Y/N." He hugged you so tightly it melted your heart.

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The next day, Alex went into the bar a little early. He wanted to be sure things were clean and looked nice for the couple that would be there a little later. Of course, he couldn't help but think about Ivar. It was so strange to be there doing this type of work without him.

He'd accepted that things weren't going to be the way he'd hoped. He really did actually understand and he knew he wouldn't be able to stay mad at Ivar for long. He really had no right. Y/N was right about that part, at least.

But. It just hurt. He yearned for Ivar's touch, his smell, their conversations, and stupid shenanigans. He missed their laughs and that connection of having someone by his side who truly knew him and understood him without the need to explain everything. He just hoped he wouldn't also lose him as a friend. He was sincerely worried about that.

As tears came to the surface, he pushed all his thoughts away. He knew he could do this. He'd be ok. He focused on work. That was what was best now.

As luck would have it, the couple decided to have their party at the bar. It would be the following Saturday night and he knew there was lots of work to be done. He was happy for this. He knew he'd be busy.

As something this big for the bar called for a celebration of sorts, Alex felt the need to share it with someone. He called you and invited you out to the bar for some dancing and drinks. You happily accepted.

You had such a great time. Alex was more like the Alex you knew. He was playful and fun and inappropriately flirtatious, as always. You felt like you'd been laughing all night, and it was great.

"Hey! I love this song!" Alex grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the dance floor. "Dance with me to this one, and then I'll take you home if you're ready."

"Don't you have to stay and close up?" you asked, surprised he'd offered you a ride. "I mean, you know I live close by."

"Umm, owner's perk. Hello. We have other guys to close up," he said, and you both laughed.

You could tell how much Alex loved to dance. It was fun just watching him and nice to see him in better spirits than the night before. You understood why people liked being around him. This mood of his was contagious.

As the song finished, a slower song began and you started to head back to your seats. He caught you by your wrist, twirled you around, and said, "Just one more?"

"Oh hell, why not?" and he pulled you closer to him, one arm wrapping around your waist, and the other hand holding yours as you began to sway back and forth. "This is nice, Alex. Thank you for such an entertaining evening," you said to him in his ear, trying to be sure he heard you. "I'm so happy that couple chose here for their party."

He smiled and told you, also in your ear, "You really are a great friend, Y/N. Thanks for helping me celebrate and keep my mind off of, well, you know, things." And as the two of you danced, your cheeks rested on each other's.

It was nice to be this close to someone so attractive and not feel any pressure from him. You knew the two of you were going to be even closer friends now, and you were actually excited just thinking about it. Now, if you could just help him get the Ivar part of it all figured out.

Oh, fuck! Ivar! You happened to be facing the door, and you saw Ivar standing in the front of the bar, just inside. At first, you thought you were seeing things. It was like you'd thought him up. He was just standing there, watching the two of you intently, with a strange look across his face.

Relieved, you waited for him to walk up to you guys to surprise Alex, but he never did. When you looked back at the doors for him, he hadn't moved. He looked violent, almost like a pcycho, and honestly, it scared you.

You hadn't noticed until Alex spoke, but you had completely frozen there where you were and had stopped dancing altogether, as your eyes locked with Ivar's. "Y/N, what's wrong? What happened?" Alex asked, completely oblivious, still, that Ivar was a bit behind him, watching.

"Ummm, Alex, don't flip out, but umm, Ivar is staring at us."

"WHAT?! Don't flip out? Why would I flip out? Oh my God! Where is he?" Alex turned around as you told him he was by the door. He instantly spotted him. "What the hell is he doing? Why doesn't he..." and he stopped talking for a second and froze, too. "Awe, fuck! Look Y/N, stay here. I'll be right back."

"But, Alex. Wait. No. But..."

He interrupted you, "Seriously, I know that look of his. Just wait for me. OK? I'll be back." He saw your worried look and told you, "Seriously, Y/N, he's not going to hurt me. He is just pissed. I'll be right back," and as he turned to walk toward Ivar, Ivar went out the door.

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Alex sped up to catch up to him. As he stepped outside, he saw Ivar walking quickly toward the parking deck. "Hey, Ivar! Wait up!" Alex called out to him. Ivar kept going, never stopping or turning around. "Ivar!" Alex yelled again and continued to follow him.

As they made it just into the parking deck, Alex finally caught up to Ivar. He placed his hand on Ivar's shoulder and gently squeezed. "Hey, man! Didn't you hear me? Why are you leaving so quickly without coming to talk to us?" Ivar stopped dead in his tracks but didn't answer or turn around. "Ivar, what's wrong? Please, talk to me. Look, there's no pressure from me. I just don't want to lose my best friend. I,..umm, I've missed you." Alex turned Ivar around facing him.

To Alex's surprise, Ivar had tears in his eyes and looked down at the ground. He pulled away from Alex, making Alex's hands fall from his shoulders. He started to turn back around to continue walking away when Alex said, "Really? I haven't heard from you in a week, and you're just going to act like it's nothing. You're not going to talk to me or anything and just leave?" He tried to control himself. He knew he was on the verge of tears himself, but he didn't want to cry in front of Ivar.

Ivar turned back and looked at Alex. Fighting back his tears, he finally answered him, "I, I have to leave, Alex. I, umm, I can't stay and talk to you. I can't, not now. Now isn't the time."

Alex took a step closer to him, "Fuck, Ivar, stop talking in riddles and just tell me what's wrong. What happened? You owe me that much, don't you think?" He knew he sounded a lot more pissed than he'd intended but he couldn't help it. He needed answers.

"Fine. I guess we're doing this," Ivar practically growled at him. "I came to talk to you in the bar...but I saw you with Y/N. You sure as hell didn't appear to be missing me then."

Completely shocked, Alex answered him, "You've got to be shitting me!" As he began, he felt his blood begin to boil with anger. "You came to talk to me AT WORK? After a fucking week. A fucking week, Ivar! I panicked around my house, couldn't concentrate in class, and fucking cried myself to sleep just last night," he shuddered at the memory, "But you, you waited a fucking week and then have the balls to get pissed at ME for being with Y/N?! What the fuck! For your information, all Y/N has done is try to help me, try to convince me to not give up on you, and try her best to make sense of all these questions you've left me with. I, I thought we were closer than that, Ivar. I'm sorry. I, umm," he paused for a minute, cathching his nerve and fighting his, still very present, tears, "I thought we were at the beginning of something here. But, I... umm, I can see you regretted it. Fine, but you owe me an explanation! At the very least!" As he waited for some kind of response, he felt his heart slowly crumbling.

Ivar couldn't believe his ears. This is why he didn't want to talk right now. He knew they had too many emotions, too much anger, and unanswered questions, but seeing Alex like this, knowing how hurt he was, just broke Ivar. That had not been the plan. Not at all.

However, seeing Alex with Y/N like that, all happy, dancing with her like he didnt have a care in the world, without him, had struck a nerve in him, one he hadn't expected. Especially with the horrible week he'd had. The week he knew he needed to explain to Alex.

Now that he looked at Alex, all his anger evaporated almost as quickly as it had appeared. Deep down, he knew he had no right to be upset about Alex being with Y/N at all, no right to be jealous. Wait. Is that what it was? Was he jealous? Of all people! He knew he had no reason to be jealous of Y/N, but he couldn't help how he felt. That's why he'd been trying to leave without saying something he didn't really mean, something he knew he'd regret.

He realized he really needed to take the time to figure out what all this truly was and, yes, that they needed to talk. He just knew this wasn't the place. There was too much to discuss.

Ivar finally began to speak, placing his hand on Alex's cheek. As he did, tears streamed down Alex's face which pissed him off but he couldn't control it. "Alex, I, I don't know where to even begin. There's so much to say, to discuss." Alex didn't say a word, waiting for Ivar to continue, his stare piercing into Ivar. "So much has happened and I don't know how to handle it all, but seriously, it's too much to talk about here."

Alex couldn't remember another time when he'd felt so insecure. So he'd been right. Ivar did regret it. He figured he may as well cut to the chase and go ahead and get all the breaking done at once. "Ivar, it's ok. I don't hold it against you and I don't have unrealistic expectations here," his heart broke more with each word as the tears continued despite him trying to will them to stop and to sound strong. "I just, I miss my best friend. We said we wouldn't do this."

Ivar missed him, too, but he knew they couldn't do this right now. "Alex, I.." Ivar began speaking, but his phone rang, so he took it out of his pocket.

"Are you serious right now?" Alex couldn't believe Ivar would answer his phone at a time like this, right in the middle of their important conversation.

Ivar looked at his phone screen, "Shit! Alex, I'm sorry. I can't explain right now but I have to take this." He took a few steps away and answered the call. Alex simply stood there, dumbfounded.

Although Ivar had stepped away, it apparently wasn't far enough because Alex could still hear the voice on the line with Ivar. The same female voice from the other night spoke, and Alex could just make out the words, "Sweetheart, where are you? I need you to come home. Now." The words struck Alex like a knife.

He heard Ivar's panicked voice. "Yes, yes! Ok! Yes, I'm on my way! I'm sorry." As Ivar continued to explain himself to whoever was on the phone, Alex decided he'd heard enough. He'd tried. He'd truly thought they could have fixed things at least so that their friendship could be saved but now, he wasn't so sure. He'd never seen Ivar like this before , so apologetic, and he no longer felt like staying around for him to explain.

As the final pieces of his heart broke, Alex turned and walked back toward the bar, never looking back.

Once Ivar hung up the phone, he turned to try to explain to Alex why he must leave now, in such a hurry. Alex was no longer standing there. He called out his name but there was no answer. He felt torn. He wanted to go after Alex but he really did need to go back home. After a minute of deliberation, Ivar went to the car he'd driven there in and got in. Looking back to where Alex had been standing, he sat there a minute and then finally drove away.

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Heartbreaker- Part 2

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Female character/ reader (She)

Word Count: 5573

Warnings: Sexual content, language and angst.

Beautiful mood board by the amazing @peterquillzsblog Thank you again 💙

So clearly, I have no self control. I got a little carried away. This was only meant to be a one-shot and here I am posting a second part 😅 @youbloodymadgenius, I hope you don’t mind 💙 Thank you for all the wonderful feedback from the first part, it inspired me to write this second part. 

Part 1

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“Here we have the famous Oseberg Ship. It was discovered by a farmer in Vestfold over a hundred years ago in 1904,” Her heels click against the hardwood floor, coming to an abrupt halt right by the ancient Viking ship, “It is known as the most beautiful Viking tomb to be discovered.” She watches the tourists surround the vessel, all sporting wide eyes as they take in the sight of the giant ship.

She goes on to explain the history of the ship, the noblewomen that were buried within and the various items unearthed in the vessel. She never grew tired of watching tourist faces twist in fascination as she educates them on the Viking Age and of the narrative that most didn’t know about besides knowing that the Norse were fearsome warriors. They were much more complex than that. The last half hour was spent exploring the rest of the exhibition and alerting the small crowd of the donations that would kindly be accepted for the preservation of the vessel.

Leading the small group back towards the entrance of the museum, she waves them off, thanking them for their time and wishing them a good day. That was only her first tour of the day. 2 more to go. Smoothing down her nicely fitted black pencil skirt, she goes behind the ticket counter, greeting the 2 cashiers, Anders and Christina, before checking the roster posted by the register for the next tour.

“I’d like to purchase a ticket for the tour at 2.” Immediately her head snaps up to look towards the familiar voice, her jaw clenching as soon as she sees those familiar blue eyes. Fuck. Her hand grips Christina’s shoulder tightly, causing the cashier to look up at her before she could hand him his ticket and change.

“What?” Christina questions, shifting away from her touch before smiling prettily at Ivar, “Enjoy the tour, sir.”

“Thank you.” He smiles back charmingly, the same kind of smile that had her hooked at that stupid party. His eyes shift to hers immediately, cocking his head as he purses his lips, trying to elicit a reaction from her. The reaction would have been to slap him, but she’d rather keep her job. Adjusting the collar of her white pinstriped button down, she turns away, muttering something to the cashiers before going straight toward the museum cafe. She ignores Ivar completely, her nude heels clicking desperately against the floor as she tries to get away from him as quickly as possible. He wouldn’t be able to catch up with her with his crutch. He must have been in pain that day to be going out with it. And who cares? Fuck him.

She gets herself a bottle of water, tapping her foot impatiently as the cashier takes his sweet ass time getting her change. She should have given him her card. Before she could slink away, Ivar gets a firm grip on her wrist, his large hand pushing her bracelets up against her skin uncomfortably.

“Wait,” He says smoothly, turning her gently to face him. She bites her lip, finally bringing her eyes to meet his. She couldn’t read him at that moment, but really, could she ever? Ivar was like a fucking android when he wanted to be. “You blocked me. I’ve been trying to reach you for days now.” She scoffs, removing herself from his grip and folding her arms over her chest.

“I’ve been unavailable.” She says with a shrug, giving him the best glare she could muster. It had been a little over a week since the incident and she had done well to stay out of his way, not that it was difficult to do so in the first place. They lived about 15 minutes away from each other, but it was still far enough that she wouldn’t really run into him, and Ivar drove everywhere which was the upside of her walking and taking public transit. Thankfully, they worked completely different jobs. What a nightmare that would have been if they didn’t. Of course, he knew where she worked. The museum wasn’t far from his office and he sometimes picked her up after work when he had the chance. She supposed that was the downside.

Ivar gives her a once over, admiring how her pencil skirt hugged her gentle curves and how her legs seemed endless in those pricey heels. He remembered how happy she had been when she bought them for herself. He insisted on purchasing them for her, what was a measly 2000 krones? That wasn’t easy on the salary of a museum tour guide, but she refused of course, and he kinda liked her all the more for it. But that was in the past.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” He corrects, leaning heavily on his crutch, masking his discomfort as well as he could, but he couldn’t fool her. He licks his lips, raising a brow as if insisting she give him a decent answer. Who was he to insist upon anything?

“I have nothing to say to you, Ivar.”

“Come on, really? Nothing? I doubt it,” He snorts with a shake of his head, “Did you at least like the flowers? I stayed up all night finding the right florist that had your favorite flowers and that could deliver them early on such short notice. I had to pull some strings. It wasn't easy, you know.” What, did he want her to fall to her knees and kiss those expensive ass beige Chelsea boots that went well with his navy blue fitted suit? Fuck, she needed to stop.

“Oh yes, I loved them so much that I had to throw them out. They were too pretty. The little card was the best part. Thank you so much for that, asshole.” He trailed after her when she pushed past him, rushing out of the cafe. 5 minutes left till the tour started.

“Wait, slow down,” He calls out to her as he maneuvers himself through the crowd of people, finally catching up to her quick steps, “What did you want me to say? I warned you-”

“Yes, yes, not to fall in love with you, got it,” She dismisses his comment, “And I’m trying to accept that, so why aren’t you?” Ivar clears his throat, shoving a hand into the pocket of his tight dress pants.

“I want you to come back.” She snorts at his audacity, and he frowns, abruptly coming to a stop in front of her. He looks deeply into her eyes, her lashes nice and thick from her coat of mascara. He moves his eyes down to her lips, set in a snarl. That’s not the reaction he wanted, but at least she wore a pretty shade of lipstick.

“You must be out of your mind. Go back where? Your bed?” She whispers harshly over to him, “You’ve made a decision and so did I. Go do what you do best and leave me out of it.”

“But we were doing so great,” He whines, and she found it hard to believe she was talking to a grown ass man, “And I miss you.” He missed her body, not her.

“Fuck you.” She spits, fighting the urge to pour her entire bottle of water over him. Wouldn’t it be a sight to see him looking like a drowned rat.

“That’s what I’d like for you to do, yes. Preferably with you on top.” He smirks, loving how her face burned in both embarrassment and anger. He absolutely loved when she got flustered. It was cute. She quickly looks around hoping no one has witnessed their little exchange.

“This is a professional setting Ivar, so please do me a favor and respect my job,” She looks down at her watch, “I don’t have time for your bullshit. The tour is about to start. I gotta go.” She could already see the small group lining up, waiting to be led into the exhibit.

“Luckily, I’ll be joining you.”

“You hate museums.”

“Please, I’m totally interested in…” He pulls out the ticket, squinting his eyes at the description typed in the finest of print, “...The Gokstad ship.” He didn’t even know what tour ticket he fucking purchased.

“Oh god.” She groans, rushing over to the group to greet them. Ivar smiles, following right behind her.

God, her ass looked great in that skirt.

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“The Gokstad ship was built at the height of the Viking period,” She begins, trying her very best to ignore Ivar’s piercing gaze. She was used to having eyes on her whenever she did her public speaking, but Ivar’s eyes were different. He wanted to devour her. “It was extremely versatile, but mostly used for raids and voyages.” The group of tourists, consisting of families with young children, began their picture taking of the massive ship.

“If you look up toward the stern posts, notice the absence of the notorious dragon heads. Although most of the wood has rotted away, archeologists believe there were never dragon heads fitted in the first place. This ship is quite fearsome without them, don’t you think?” The group erupted in murmurs as they turned their eyes up toward the very top of the ship.

The only person who lacked interest was Ivar. He smirks at her, leaning against the arched entryway while the rest of the group roamed around the perimeter of the ship, unaware of the silent battle between the handsome crutch man and the pretty tour guide. The fucker was making her nervous, her hands beginning to sweat as she fumbled with her fingers behind her back. When she shifts her eyes back to his she gulps. Slowly, he drags his tongue over his lower lip, coating the plump muscle in a shine before he bites down gently, wiggling his brows in suggestion.

Fuck him.

After what seemed like hours, the Gokstad tour finally ended and once again she brought the group back towards the entrance of the museum, suggesting they visit the cafe for a quick meal before bidding them a good day.

“I forgot how smart you are,” Ivar pulls up right behind her, his breath close enough to form gooseflesh on the nape of her neck, “My little bookworm, hmm?

“I’m nothing to you,” She whirls around, looking up at him with sad eyes and the same frown she’s been wearing for most of the tour, “Have a good day, asshole.”

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Norwegian weather never seemed to agree with her. It was pouring outside and she didn't bring an umbrella. There wasn't even rain in the forecast till tomorrow. She runs down the steps of the museum, careful not to slip in her damn heels. The sidewalks were already slippery, and she had to mind her steps to avoid falling on her ass.

A familiar expensive car pulls up right beside her. This fucker waited an extra 2 hours for her to finish work, just to pull up in his car? "Let me give you a ride." Ivar lowers the window of the passenger seat, tapping on the gas pedal lightly to match the extremely slow pace she had in those heels.

“I’m fine.” She bites out, awkwardly maneuvering her trench coat over her head in a pathetic attempt to shield herself from the rain. It wasn’t too bad, she told herself, and the train station wasn’t that far.

“Seriously? You’re soaked and you’re gonna get sick. Stop being stubborn.” He scoffs, craning his neck to get a better look at her.

“Ivar, you're holding up traffic, just go.” The cars behind him began to honk their horns at Ivar’s turtle-like pace, but all he did was roll down his window and flip everyone off.

“Which is exactly why you should get in. Come on, it’s the least I can do.” He flashes her that charming smile, and all she could really do in that moment was to stare at his pearly white teeth and his perfect lips.

“Fine.” She grumbles, opening the door as soon as she heard him unlock it, quickly shuffling inside. She sits on her trench so as to not wet the fancy leather interior of the sleek black car. That was way too nice of her.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Just shut the fuck up and drive.” Ivar chuckles at her irritation, unaware of the potty mouth she had, but he liked that. He does as told, hitting the gas and taking off down the street.

The drive to her flat was mostly silent with the exception of the radio playing softly in the background. She makes sure to look out the window, staring at the most mundane details of a tiled roof, or counting how many people she could spot walking down the street. That was the only way she could successfully ignore Ivar without getting trapped by his gaze. After 25 minutes he pulls up in front of her building, and she doesn’t hesitate to hop out the car, slamming the door with more force than necessary.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He rolls down the window, calling out to her retreating figure.

“Fuck no.” She yells back, not bothering to look back at him.

An elevator ride to the 3rd floor and a quick conversation with her neighbor, and she was entering her cozy flat in no time. After tossing her keys in the ceramic dish, she removes her heels, setting them to dry by the coat rack where she hung her trench and purse. She removes the tie holding her hair up in a ponytail, quickly ruffling her fingers through the knots to no avail. After switching on her fairy lights, she immediately goes to pull out a bottle of Pinot Noir from the cupboard, wasting no time in pouring herself a glass and gulping it down in almost one go. There wasn’t enough wine in the world to muddle her thoughts away from Ivar. Her heart was beginning to ache again.

The loud obnoxious knock on her door had her sighing dramatically as she already knew who was behind it. All she wanted to do was shower, maybe watch a show, eat takeout, and go to bed. It could’ve been so simple if it weren’t for Ivar.

“No one’s home.” She calls out, leaning her back against the door with the glass of red wine in her hand. She sips it lazily, hearing Ivar’s frustrated grumbling from the other side.

“Can I please come in?” His tone was boardline pleading, and she let out the most unbecoming snort before turning around and flinging the door open.

“What do you want?” She questions.

“A ‘thank you’ maybe?” He was leaning heavily against his crutch now, all that standing, walking and driving catching up to him. His nice clothes were damp from the rain and a few strands of hair escaped his almost neat bun, plastered down on his prominent forehead.

“Thanks. Goodnight.” Before she could slam the door in his face he shoots a hand out, stopping the door from closing any further.

“Please.” Was all he said, and if she wasn’t mistaken, there was something akin to sadness swimming in those big eyes of his. Fuck. She steps to the side, opening the door wide enough for him to slip in before slamming the door shut. He stands there awkwardly as she moves back to her kitchen counter, pouring herself another glass before going on her phone in search of a playlist.

“Well?” He finally questions, removing his dressy boots and placing them right beside her heels.

“Well?” She questions back, brows raised.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a glass?”

“Here’s the wine,” She pushes the bottle forward, “I’m sure you remember where the glasses are.” She hears Ivar grunt in displeasure as she flopped down on the sofa, not caring that her clothes were soaked and most likely seeping through the material of the sofa. She should probably invest in some leather ones. After a minute Ivar plops down beside her, setting aside his crutch with one hand while gripping his wine glass in the other.

Once again, there was silence between them as her playlist filtered throughout the living room from her hidden wireless speakers. She always did have a love for classical music, Ivar realized. It was something to calm her nerves, like the star projector in her room. He does a quick scan of the living room. He hadn’t been inside her flat in a while, but nothing really changed. Maybe she added a couple of new plants to her collection but that was it. He wasn’t sneezing yet, which was a good sign. That meant no candles were lit. And that fucking cat hasn’t shown up to hiss at him, another good sign.

“You want some takeout?” She asks him in a bored tone, the kind of tone she used when she wasn’t particularly keen being in someone’s presence, mostly towards those she disliked. It was always the one she used when around a specific set of Ivar’s friends, or even his brother, Sigurd. She bends forward, picking up the stack of takeout menus that were neatly placed in a pile on the small wooden coffee table, filtering through them until she pulled out a menu that caught her eye. “Mexican?”

“Mexican is fine.” He agrees, taking another sip of the bitter wine as he raked his eyes over her form for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Her cheeks were dusted in pink and her hair was a wet mess. Her white button down was soaked, giving him a great view of the white bra underneath the thin cotton fabric.

“Stop fucking staring,” She mutters, “You’re not entitled to that anymore.”

“You’re right.” He clears his throat, bringing his attention to the TV that never seemed to be in use. He stared at his reflection off the black screen, wondering just what the fuck he was doing there. It was all spontaneous, you see. He’d woken up that morning with dozens of messages from his brothers and another dozen missed calls from Freydis. But none of them were from the person he wanted.

After his lunch break he decided to take the rest of the day off, much to Ubbe’s annoyance. He left his older brother’s office while hearing him shout out something along the lines of him being a lousy paralegal. Instead of doing his actual job, which was to draw up contracts for Ubbe’s clients, he decided to pay the fucking Viking Ship Museum a visit. He decided to pay her a visit. He didn’t give a flying fuck about those Viking ships, and he had little to no interest in his ancestors and their artifacts, but there was no denying that she looked amazing while talking about it.

While she orders over the phone, her cat decides to hop on the coffee table, baring his teeth and hissing at him immediately.

“Benji, come on,” Ivar groans, lolling his head to the side to eye the angry calico, “I send you your favorite treats and this is how you repay me?” Benji hisses at him again, standing on his little legs to appear more intimidating, but all he did was look like a fat spotted meatball. She tosses a throw pillow at him, successfully hitting the cat in the face and he immediately bolts off the coffee table and into her room.

“Your cat hates me.” Ivar complains, watching her set her phone down before getting up to pour herself another glass of wine.

“That makes two of us.” Was her snarky reply, her lower lip resting over the rim of the glass. Her eyes held a glint of danger, like she’d chuck the glass at him at any given moment. Thankfully she wasn't crazy like that. Instead she rolls her eyes at him, taking a sip of her drink as she leaned against the counter.

“You hate me?” He asked softly, his brows curving up in a worrisome look. He had absolutely no business looking the way he did. It was borderline adorable and she hated her thoughts for even thinking to describe him that way.

“Maybe hate is a strong word,” She says, swirling the dark liquid around the glass, “Dislike. I dislike you, Ivar Ragnarsson.” He frowns, turning away from her searing eyes for a moment, grunting when he stood with the help of his crutch. Fucking legs. Today was not the day. He walks over to her small kitchen, stepping closer to her until he gets in her face, arms caging her in as his hands gripped at the edges of the counter. His nose was mere inches away from hers, his blue gaze so penetrating she thought she could melt right into his arms. No. This was bad.

“What a shame,” He whispers, tilting his head down until his brow touched hers. He could hear her intake a sharp breath, her fingers gripping the wine glass tightly in the small space between them as her eyes fluttered closed. She looked so beautiful like this, cheeks flushed and lips parted as if begging for a kiss, and he had the biggest desire to do just that. He tilts his head, his nose tracing alongside hers, his lips so close to molding perfectly over her own. The knock on her door had him releasing a breath of pure frustration, groaning at the interruption. She blinks up at him, her eyes glazed in that lustful way he was familiar with. God, he missed that.

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind, she pushes Ivar away with little grace, hearing him stumble a bit as she made for the door. This was bad. Very bad. Searching the pocket of her trench coat, she pulls out her wallet, fishing for a few bills before pulling the door open, grabbing the bag of food from the delivery boy and handing him the money.

“I could have paid, you know.” Ivar says as soon as she slams the door closed, watching her drop the food onto the coffee table and rummaging inside.

“Paying for food isn’t going to change anything. Flowers aren't going to change anything.” She says, sitting on the sofa with a taco in hand. Ivar bites the inside of his cheek, sitting beside her and grabbing a taco of his own. She turns on the TV, putting on some random documentary about the Sami people as she takes another messy bite of her taco. Had she always looked this good while eating? He didn’t notice before, but he sure as fuck did now.

After a few minutes of silence, she gets up, packing away the trash and moving back to the counter to pour herself the remainder of the wine. She only drank like this when she was anxious, meaning, Ivar was making her anxious. He didn’t know how to feel about that. Hurt maybe? No, women never hurt him, not since that incident with Margrethe. He was the one doing the hurting now. So what made this any different?

Again, he gets to his feet with the help of his crutch, walking over to her and caging her in again, this time with her back pressed up against his torso. He lowers his chin to her shoulder, feeling her tense up at his actions. She smelled of her usual perfume. Chanel? He couldn’t remember, but the scent was amazing and had a desire raging within him. She pushes him back just enough to turn around within his arms, tilting her head up at him in a type of defiance that made him want to ravage her.

“It seems like that blonde hasn’t been fulfilling your needs. What was her name again? Freydis?” She knew what she was doing when she fluttered those lashes, worrying her lip between her teeth. She was teasing him, he knew. He didn’t want her to mention Freydis. He didn’t want to be thinking of that bimbo, not when he’s been craving her like madman for the past week and a half and finally, she was right in front of him just waiting to be tasted.

“She could never do what you can.” He mutters, inching his face closer to hers, his lips hovering over hers as they did before. He tries to steal a kiss, but she turns away from him, his lips landing on her cheekbone. Ivar groans, annoyed, pulling back to reveal his utter displeasure. He was desperate to kiss her, to feel her lips on his where they rightfully belonged.

“What a shame.” She shrugs, bringing her glass to her lips and taking another slow sip of her wine. She knew she was driving him crazy. He wanted her, she could see it in his eyes, in the way his body yearned for hers, how his hands gripped tightly at the edge of the counter, his knuckles white. He was like a wanton whore, silently begging for release.

“She could never do what you can.” He repeats again with a sigh.

“And what’s that, hmm?” She inches closer, her face so close to his as she questions him, “What is it that I can do? Because from the look of it, you seemed quite happy with her under your sheets.” She didn’t mean to say those words that angrily, but they came out rushed and heavy, the rage bubbling up within her. Ivar takes note of the vexation in her eyes, shifting his gaze back down to her lips. Fuck it.

He surges forward, crashing his lips to hers, molding them just like he wanted to. She takes a breath of surprise, hesitating to return the passion he was giving her until finally, she gives in, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down towards her. She moans, delighting him greatly, and it was enough to grip her backside in his big hands, lifting her up onto the counter.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” He mutters over her lips, pulling out her dress shirt from her skirt, desperate to feel the soft skin beneath, “I’ve missed you.” She doesn't bother to reply, continuing to kiss him while she pushes his lapel jacket from his shoulders. She tosses it to the floor, moving to untuck his white dress shirt. “Did you miss me, kitten? I think you did.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole.” She growls, working on unbuckling his belt. Ivar grins as a new wave of arousal hits him, slapping her hands away in order to rip her shirt open. The buttons flew everywhere, clinking over the counter and onto the floor, and wherever else they happened to fall, he didn’t really care. “Ivar! Benji might eat one of those!”

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you a new cat.” He says, pulling down her damp bra to release her breasts, her nipples immediately hardening as the air hit her skin. He wastes no time in latching on to a nub, swirling his tongue over her heated flesh. She squeals, her fingers weaving their way through the roots of his hair and giving a harsh tug, his neat bun tumbling down into a messy ponytail.

“Shit.” She groans, tilting her head back as Ivar nipped and sucked, worshiping her skin until finally dragging his tongue toward the valley of her breasts and up towards her neck. Just the way she liked it.

Ivar makes a noise of approval, grunting at the tight grip she had on his shoulders. He peppered kisses up her neck and over her face, being as gentle with her as he  possibly could. Usually Ivar opted towards the rougher side of sex, with heated touches and sloppy kisses, but not that night. He wanted to give her soothing touches and tender kisses, anything he could do to please her. Anything to get her back to him.

He pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, moving his hand to cup the side of her face while the other holds onto the edge of the counter. She was breathing heavily, uncertainty swimming in her eyes as she looked up at him with a growing desire.

“Bedroom?” He whispers. She sighs, biting her lip. This was very bad. Bad, bad, bad. She nods her head weakly.

“Bedroom.”

…

Ivar didn’t notice when she had turned on her projector, but he was staring up at it now, watching the stars twinkle brightly against her ceiling. He laid with an arm behind his head, his skin still damp from recent physical activities. It was amazing, like fireworks shooting off in his head and it was exactly what he needed. It was exactly what he’d been missing, the touch of her skin, her little moans and whimpers, her nails scratching down his back. He was sure his back was riddled with angry red lines, and he knew it would sting once he showered, but he enjoyed it, so it didn’t bother him much.

He turns to look at her when he feels the bed shift, watching her naked form move in the darkness to light those damn scented candles around her room. He smiles, eyeing the little dimples on her lower back that became more pronounced when she leaned over her nightstand. The scent of roses filled the room, reminding him of the garden back in his family’s summer home. His nose pricked with the familiar sensation of a sneeze, and he immediately wrinkles his nose to keep it at bay.

She settles back on the bed, bringing the quilt patterned sheets she favored over herself. She faces him, but doesn’t look at him, choosing instead to follow the geometric shapes of a mandala printed on the linen. Ivar reaches out to touch her cheek, his finger tracing down her skin in gentle swipes. She looked so beautiful. The starlight from the ceiling and the flickering candles danced over her skin, draping her in a glow that made her look ethereal.

Any other time before last week, she would have enjoyed such touches. Okay, maybe she was enjoying them a little too much in that moment, but this was probably the last time she’d let herself fall into his sly little trap, right? Feeling his toned chest under her palms felt amazing, and his skin still had the lingering scent of his body wash. He was always meticulous in the products he used for himself, which meant he never used one of those 3 in 1 body washes that are a typical man’s holy grail. His skin always had a fresh smell, like cucumbers, and his hair had that pleasant coconut scent from the shampoo she introduced to him.

“You’re amazing.” Ivar whispers, bringing her out of her thoughts. His eyes flutter with the signs of sleep, his day ending in complete satisfaction. She was almost sad to be bursting his bubble, but if it were the other way around he wouldn’t be sad to burst hers. She clears her throat, preparing her next words carefully.

“Ivar?”

“Hm?”

“You can leave now.” Whatever drowsiness he felt had disappeared almost immediately, eyes now wide enough to bulge from his sockets. She wanted to laugh, but felt it would ruin the moment, and he wouldn’t take her seriously if she broke out in laughter, so she kept her serious face on.

“You don’t want me to sleepover?” He asked, dumbfounded, sitting up to lean on his elbows, gazing down at her.

“What for? You hate it here.” She says, waving her hand around to make her point. Ivar frowns, not really understanding her. She used to beg for him to stay, and she eventually stopped asking him after a while, but he was so sure that having him there and him deciding to spend the night would make her happy, so why was she not happy?

“I don’t.” He answers.

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying,” He pouts, “I just prefer my place.”

“I’m not stopping you from going, Ivar.” She says flatly. His expression was comedic, mouth slightly agape and eyes blinking stupidly. The sheets pool around his waist as he sits up, staring down at his hands. His ego had just taken a beating.

“Are you serious?”

“Very.” Ivar’s face twists in utter confusion. How could she deny him? She wanted him. She loved him...didn’t she?

“But…”

“What’s the matter?” She moves closer to him, “Are you upset?” She taunts, her naked chest in full view for him to admire, but before he could, she grabs his jaw tightly, holding it in place to lock eyes with him. His blue irises were intense and mesmerizing, and was one of the reasons why she fell for him so hard. Ivar was beautiful, but his heart was ugly, and he needed to be put in his place. “Did you want me to still be in love with you despite the many times you’ve warned me not to?” Ivar remains silent, searching her eyes for something more than the words she’s uttered. There was nothing there.

She loosens her grip on his jaw, pushing him away from her. His face falls, utterly dejected. The corners of his mouth twitch as he stares at her, noting the little smirk that played on her lips.

“Get the fuck out of my flat, Ivar.”

...

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Chapter III: I kissed you and you don’t even know!

@flowers-in-your-hayr You are a moodboard-goddess, thank you so much. It's stunning!!

a/n: Chapter III is out and it’s DEFINITELY my favorite chapter so far. The same as always, english is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes.

Pairing: ALEX x Reader x MARCO

Words account: 1519

Spotify: Kiana Ledé & Jacquees - Only Fan

Warnings: +18, NSFW, oral, fingering, smut, a bit of fluff at the end

Summary: 

Nothing is as it seems. Your feelings are getting mixed up and that makes you doubt.

Chapter I      Chapter II

You and Alex were like magnets, your lips were already sore because of all the smooching, but you couldn't stop. He was just made for this. You cooked lunch to thank them for the funny time you were spending, when Alex came from behind. You felt his breath in your neck. His hand slipped into your panties and started to draw circles on your clit.

''I want to fuck you now, here". He whispered, biting your earlobe. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. He liked to tease you and you enjoyed his touch even more.

Alex didn't care about Marco and what he would think about it. You were his and he did whatever he wanted with you, no matter where you were.

"Later." You mumbled between your low moans. He knew exactly how to stimulate the most sensitive part of your body.

"Don't lie to me, I know you want this too." He knew exactly how to stimulate the most sensitive part of your body. You rubbed your legs together, trying to stop him, but he was stronger than you. He embraced your waist with his other arm and lifted you up. He licked his two fingers which where rubbing your clit and slid them slowly back into your pussy. A short but loud moan escape your mouth.

Someone cought loud, pretty noticeable.

"Stop now!" You whispered in a harsh tone, feeling embarrassed about the situation.

Alex rolled his eyes seeing Marco standing there. He dried his wet fingers on his pants and glanced at him provocatively.

~~·······~~

The charity event started in a few hours and you were pretty nervous.

You had to dress up for the gala, so you went into the jacuzzi to take a bath. It smelled wonderfully of strawberry soap. The soap ran down your legs as you held her out of the water.

,,Come in elskede, come and join me", you said when you heard someone behind you. You looked at the door and saw Marco standing there. You stayed surprisingly relaxed.

,,Are you looking for Alex?’’ you covered your breasts with soap.

,,He's not here, he had to go get his tailor-made suit... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this..."he left so fast that you didn't have time to say anything.

The boys were ready to go and Janina only had to put her shoes on.

,,Are you ready? ". We should go, otherwise we'll be late, called Alex. You ran out of the room and looked gorgeous. The dress was made for you. You looked adorable.

"How did you know my size?" you asked Alex.

"Your jacket ... in the pub ... when you went to the toilet" and winked at you.

~~·······~~

When you arrived, Alex kissed you, got out of the car with Marco and both went to the red carpet. Ana and you walked straight into the event hall. You tried not to attract attention. You were surprised how many people pounced on the boys; they called their names on all sides.

They gave a few more short interviews and finally joined you. Your seat was marked with his name to keep your identity secret.

At the after party, Alex went to the bar to get drinks. Ana went with him because she couldn't decide.

You felt a hand on your hip. “You look so attractive in that dress. I love black lace. Alex and me have more in common than I thought''. Marco whispered from behind. Feeling his breath on the back of your neck gave you goose bumps.

"Is that your girlfriend?" Asked a friend of Marco.

"Um ... she's not officially my girlfriend, but I like her a lot." and put his arm over you.

"Don't be so shy, dear, he is a good man" he poke your shoulder with a smiling face, said goodbye and left.

“What are you doing Marco, why did you say that. You know I'm with Alex. '' He grabbed your chin and looked deep in your eyes. ,, ...because it's the truth, Y/N. I just…. '’ Alex and Ana came back, so he couldn’t finish the sentence.

The party was getting boring. You also got jealous every time a woman greeted and patted Alex. It was so difficult to hide your jealousy.

"We should go to a disco where there is not such a bright light as here." You were hoping that nobody would be able to recognize him then.

The disco was really cool, the decor was gold and black. There was only light along the floor and a dimmed lamp over the tables. You were at the third Martini, you relaxed more and more. Alex used the atmosphere to tease you. He kissed your neck and your collarbone, his hand wandered between your legs. You moaned softly and enjoyed his touch. Your tongues danced together, your pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Marco was sitting in front of you, you knew that would make him jealous, so you stopped Alex.

  "We'll continue at home, elskede.". Alex looked disappointed but he didn't persist.

You stood up and went to the toilet to clean your pussy. The toilets were individually separated in rooms and really stylish.A few seconds later you felt kisses on your shoulder. He pushed your hair aside and kept kissing you. The straps of your dress fell off. He pressed you on the sideboard, pulled your head up by your hair and at the same time pushed his cock into your wet pussy.

,, You make me crazy.’’, you said moaning. You loved his dominance. Just before you came to the climax, he turned you around, pulled you closer by your legs, he kissed you between your breasts and continued to fuck you. The flowing fabric of your clothes slide down and exposed your nipples. When he bit into your nipple, it triggered your orgasm and that triggered his too. He let go of your legs and went over to the men's room, without saying anything.

When you went back to the table everyone was already there. You smiled at Alex and he smiled back. Alex and Janina were pretty drunk, so you hired a taxi and drove home.

You took off his clothes and helped him to get into bed. You were hungry, so you went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"That smells good here, what is it?" asked Marco.

"This is a traditional dish from my home country, you can eat with me if you like’’. You sat down at the table and drank the rest of the wine that was left from the day before.

,,Did you enjoy the sex today?’’ . Marco was curious about your answer.

"Why did you spy on us again, Marco." You commented angrily. "Don't you know any privacy ?!". 

He looked deep into your eyes: “It was me…I kissed you, I touched you, I satisfied you and you liked it, I know it’’ he answered confidently. ,,You moaned more intensely and louder than with him.’’. You couldn't deny it.

"That's not true", you ran away, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You stepped under the shower in the hope that the hot water would make you forget that again. The water ran down your face, you had your hands on your shoulders. You heard the door open and close again.

,,Baby come on it's not as bad as you think. I can show you again how nice it was’’. Marco snuck up to you, you could feel his naked body on you, and it was a much better feeling than the last time.

You looked at him and felt his hand on your cheek. His lips touched yours and your guilty conscience disappeared.

,,Jump!’’, you obeyed his orders and he pressed you against the shower wall. His cock penetrated you so tight. Your stiff nipples caught his attention. He licked and squeezed them, you felt like you were in another world and forgot about Alex for a moment.

,,I just need you, you pull me under your spell. You are like a goddess. I'm sorry to put you in this position’’ He said and finished the sentence, which he couldn't at the gala.

You pressed his head down, ,,I want to feel your tongue on my pussy ''. He knew exactly what he was doing. He looked up at you and watched you cumming. He roughly turned you around, ,,now it's my turn '' and you quickly felt his sperm trickle out of you.

***********

"Are you sure you want to sleep next to Alex?"

"Please go to Ana, we will fly back home tomorrow, she shouldn't notice anything about this, she really likes you" You felt sadness, love, desire and attraction. Besides, you didn't want to go home. You belong in this city. But you had signed a contract in one of the largest hospitals in the country, so you had to go back.

,,Let’s spend the rest of the time without arguing, okay?’’ You briefly looked at his green eyes and closed the bedroom door behind you.

*************

You have packed your last things together and put them in the car. Alex and Marco drove you to the airport. The journey was mostly in silence, nobody dared to say anything. The mood was very clouded.

Your flight was ready for boarding, so you had to go. Alex couldn't stop kissing you. ,, Please write me as soon as you land and come back soon. I will miss you so much, elskede.’’

Marco hugged you like he would never be able to do it again. You felt his inner sadness and couldn't look at him. You knew how much it hurt him that you left. "Please don't forget me, I'll wait for you" he said quietly, so Alex couldn’t hear.

Alex kissed you on the forehead for the last time and you passed the passport control.

"I love you", shouted Alex afterwards

Chapter IV: New limits

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I have a Ivar the boneless request. Ivar and reader are not a couple. They flew into a small town with an airport on the same evening. The weather gets really bad so all flights are canceled and they have to stay at the same hotel. There is a fire or some hail or whatever breaks the readers window so she has to be out in the hall and she can’t go back to her room but it’s late so she’s in her nightgown and Ivar sees her. He offers her to come stay in his room. And stuff…Use this how you like but make it smutty! Please and thank you lady!

PAIRING: Modern!Ivar x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Vikings AU

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Sitting in the shuttle bus on your way to the hotel. You let out a heavy sigh, looking outside at the rain beating against the road, the trees almost horizontal, you look down at your phone. A text from your partner had really put you on edge, but it wasn't that you could control the weather. You let out a soft breath, rubbing your forehead, and finally, respond.

I'm sorry. It isn't my fault my flight was canceled. You're going to have to do the presentation without me. Or at least have me on the phone speaker. I'm sorry, Jane. Truly.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Rubbing your lip again, the man next to you looks at you.

"Hey, you alright?" A long-haired man asked you

"Yeah, just, important meeting that I have to miss thanks to the weather."

"Ahh, yeah. No fun. I'm sure they will be alright without you." He reassures.

You smile and nod, hoping he was right.

You held power in your job. You were VP of a multi-billion dollar production company- you had a lot on your shoulders. You place your phone in your lap, and a few minutes go by, and it goes off again with a hugging gif and an 'Okay, boss.'

Pulling up to the hotel, you get out and walk to the desk. "Hello, and welcome to the Hilton! Are you staying?"

"Umm, yeah, the airport sent a bunch of us this way, our plane was canceled due to weather?"

"Okay, not a problem! Name?"

"Your First & Last."

"Aaaaaalright Ms. Y/LN. You're all set, Room 103. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give us a call."

"Um, yeah. Thank you." You give a small smile.

Finding your room was easy. Getting in, you look around and let out a heavy breath. Tossing your carry-on bag onto the bed you, sit at the small table and put your head in your hands, and let out a loaded breath. It was going to be a hell of a night, and you weren't looking forward to a bit of it.

Sometime later, you were jolted awake by the sound of your window breaking, scattering glass all over the floor. The rain had turned to hail, and the wind was so bad a tree limb was thrown into your window. You step out into the hall in your nightgown, shaking your head. "Fuck me."

The man from the bus spots you in the hallway walking to you; he looks into your room and notices that the window is shattered. He looks you over, licking his lips- he looks back at the room, walking in, he grabs your belongings and makes sure everything is out of there, clean and clear. With your bag and phone in one hand, he grabs your wrist, and you yank back.

"Excuse me."

"You're going to come stay in my room."

"Are you asking me or telling me? The hotel owes me a room."

"You're standing here, in-" He gestures to your black silky, lacey, short nightgown. "that, you go ahead down to the front, or you can bite your CEO pride and stay the night with me."

"VP... not CEO..."

"Close enough. You coming?" He asked.

Crossing your arms, you follow, at first, you questioned how he knew you were what you were, but then you realized, when he gathered your things, small details like that were on some of your stuff. With your jaw clenched, you followed behind him.

"That's it, boss lady. Let's go."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes a bit as you follow behind him and close the door behind you. "One bed?"

"Yup, one bed."

"Lovely." You let out a soft sigh and get in bed, sleeping on the very edge of the king-sized bed.

He climbs in bed and lays on his back, his arm behind his head. He looks over at you a moment. "Do you always have to control everything?"

"I am a woman of power... so yeah. I guess so."

"Want to see what it's like without power? Experience something new in your life?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

He rolls over and places his hand on your back. When you don't push away, he moves it to your hip. Nothing. He smirks, and wraps his strong arms around you, and pulls you close. At first, you are tense, and then you melt against him.

"I see... If you think you can handle that." You chuckle softly. You turn over and roll him back onto his back and get on top straddling his hips, looking over this stranger's face. You move your hips a bit feeling him stiffen under you as he pushes his ups up against yours. With a chuckle, he literally rips the panties from you, the fabric brushing against your bud made you bite your lip, he moves his sweatpants down just enough to slip into you.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lip, your hands rest on his chest as you begin to rock your hips. He let you get away with this for a bit, but after a few moments, he noticed you were just using him for one thing, he knew you would get off, rollover, and fall asleep. Not tonight.

He grabbed your wrists, and rolled you over, and pinned you down. "No, I'm in control, you don't have power right now." He smirked. "Let go." He muttered over your lip as he kept your hands pinned above your head in one hand while the other gripped at you, feeling you under his fingertips. He growled softly as he started to thrust into you, pulling your leg up to get at a right angle.

Thrusting harder, and faster your body shook. He started to slow down a bit, holding you under him he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing he lifted your legs and used your body any way he desired, bending you, twisting you. Your moans escalated, echoed through the room. Your hands gripped at the bed. The only thing you could manage to mutter out. was. "Fuck, Sir, you feel so good." You didn't know what happened it just escaped.

This only fueled him. He wanted to feel your finish. He wanted to feel you explode all over his cock, and he told you just that.

"Cum, now." Not second-guessing it you released upon demand.

He was quick to pull out of you and get you on your knees sticking his cock in your mouth and released. His head fell back, running his hand through his long hair when he brought his head back down to look at you he smirked. "Good girl." He praised as he watched you swallow.

Looking over his face you stood up and smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. You made your way to lay in the bed and looked over him as he climbed in bed.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"Ivar."

"I will remember that, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh trust me girl, pleasure is all mine." He chuckled.