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alicedopey · 2 years ago

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His Princess

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Fandom: Vikings

Genre: AU, Smut, Dark-ish

Pairing: Soft dark! Ivar x Innocent ! Reader

Words: 1809 (still don't know how to write a drabble)

Warnings: smut, dubious consent, somnophilia, light gaslighting. These warnings are to be taken seriously. Read at your own risk.

Summary: Ivar decides that he is tired of waiting to get what he wants.

A/N : This was written for my 500 followers celebration and I'm like two years late. I know I'm awful. The requested prompts are in bold.

Ivar watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully. You were magnificent, laying under the sheets, pure and innocent, like a prey ready to be devoured by a hungry beast. Hungry like he was since he had set his eyes on you and tonight, he was more than ready to devour you.

Cautiously, he sat on your bed, put his crutch against the wall and undid his braces. He took off his shirt, unlaced his breeches and stepped out of them with a wince. This Saxon humid weather was hard on his legs and he could not wait for spring. He slowly lay down next to you and looked at your angelic face. Tentatively, he stroked your cheek and let his hand slide down your neck and lower, until it reached your cleavage. Then, his hand sneaked under your night gown to massage your breasts. Ivar shivered at the contact of your skin.

It was the first time he could feel you without any barrier and it was exhilarating. It seemed to be the same for you because your nipples hardened under his ministrations and you let out the softest moan that went straight to Ivar’s shaft which started to rise and bob against the fabric of your sheets.

Since you were still fast asleep, he took his time to worship your whole body, your skin feeling like silk under his rough fingers. His hands ran down your upper body, exploring your stomach, your navel, your waist until he felt the need to go further. He retracted his fingers and pulled your night gown up. The sight of your pure and untouched body mesmerized him and he gave himself a few minutes to explore it with his eyes this time. When he set his eyes on the junction between your thighs and saw the thatch of trimmed hair protecting your mound, he swallowed with difficulty and licked his lips.

Almost panting, he let his fingers tickle the hair before adventuring himself deeper. He groaned when one of his knuckles touched your wet center. The exploration of your body seemed to have its effect on you as well.

You began to stir this time and he felt your body stiffen under this forbidden touch.

“King Ivar…” Your murmured groggily. “What…” You tensed when you realized what he was doing and tried to scuttle away from him. “No…not here.”

“Yes, here.” Ivar replied softly but firmly, gripping your hips so you wouldn’t budge.

“Anybody could barge in.” You said, panicked.

“Nobody will barge in.” Ivar had made sure of it. The guards were too willing to get some gold in exchange for their silence. Their distaste of this treacherous king who had sold them to the heathens and the fear that this boneless King induced weighed more in the balance than the idea of protecting their sweet and innocent princess.

“We can’t, it’s not proper…”

Ivar cut off any of your protests with a kiss on your lips. “Didn’t you like the kisses and touches we shared before?”

“Yes, but…”

“Don’t worry, Princess.” He cooed and his fingers started to play with your folds to distract you. “I’m going take care of you.”

His thumb rolled on your clit and he felt all of your defenses fall. Your hand gripped the bulging biceps of his other arm and you whined through your gritted teeth.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Princess. Let it all out.” He delved two fingers in your heat while his thumb kept playing with your small nub. He growled at the tightness he found and began slow back and forth motions before leaning over your chest to take a nipple between his lips and suck it wildly. You gasped but put your hand on the back of his hand to encourage him to go on. The Viking smiled against your chest and happily complied, only stopping to give his twin the same treatment. He slid a third finger in your cunt and sped up his movements. Small pants left your mouth and you gripped his biceps harder. His thumb pushed a little bit harder on your clit and you spasmed, letting your body orgasm for the first time.

Ivar chuckled. “You liked that?”

Still too lost in your own pleasure, you simply nodded and smiled. Ivar smiled back at you and retrieved his fingers with a squelch that made you blush. He watched his fingers and licked them greedily, happy to revel in your taste. “Delicious”.

He winked at you then spread your legs wider. He pulled himself up before slithering between them. He pumped his already leaking sex a couple of times and pushed his tip inside. You tried to evade his touch, panicked again but Ivar gripped your hips. “Where are you going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

“But, but...Ivar, King Ivar, this is…”

“Shhh…Princess, look at me.” He ordered you in a soft voice and you did. The unshed tears in your eyes made him feel bad but he knew he couldn’t back down now – and he definitely did not want to. “You liked what I did before, right?”

You slowly nodded. “And you trust me?” You nodded again. “Then it’s alright Princess, I’ll take good care of you.”

He saw the last gleam of hesitation leave your eyes and he smiled to comfort you.

Slowly, he bent your legs and guided them against his side of his hips. He guided his tip closer and lubricated himself with the slick that had gathered between your legs.

“You are ready for me, Princess”. He groaned. “I swear by the Gods you will love it.”

He entered you in one swift motion. You tensed and winced when he went past your resistance. Your hands instinctively pushed against his chest.

“It’s alright, Princess.” He whispered in a soothing voice. “You’re going to feel good in a moment.”

He stilled himself to let you adjust to his size. When he finally felt the tension slowly leaving your body, he began to move. He groaned one more time and refrained himself from going faster. Your walls were squeezing him in the most delicious way. It was different than with Katya and the women he had enjoyed after her.

Hvitserk was right, virgins could be slightly awkward but they were special. Then, he shook his head to chase every thought about his brother away and focused on you and your reactions. Your face was starting to show signs of pleasure, your hands were now sensually stroking his torso and taking the time to explore his upper body. They slowly travelled up his shoulders and went down his back to end up just above the curve of his ass.

Ivar took that as signs of comfort and he thrusted more forcefully in your sweet velvety walls. His eyes almost rolled on the back of his head each time into your welcoming heat. He grunted and fastened his pace, pounding into you. He knew he should be gentler since it was your first time but he could not help it. Your nails sank into his lower back and your hips tilted up to meet his pelvic thrusts.

“Feeling good, Princess?” Ivar asked in a husky voice.

“Hmmm hmmm, yes….”

He looked at your face contorted in pleasure, your rosy cheeks and your parted lips from which escaped the sweetest sounds. He felt himself harden even more and his motions became frantic. He was rutting into you by now, spurred on by your moans and the way your arms ran up his back and pulled his chest against yours.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, that he peppered with kisses. The hold of your legs on his hips tightened and Ivar sensed you were close. Good, because he was too. He sneaked a hand between your sweaty bodies to play with your clit. Your legs shook against his skin and you came, biting his shoulder.

The light pain fueled his pleasure and he let go with a roar, spilling himself inside of you.

“What a wild little thing you are, Princess.” Ivar murmured against your neck and kissed it once he had caught his breath. Yet, he frowned when he heard you sniffle. He raised his head and when he saw your eyes brimming with tears, he felt a tiny pang of guilt tugging at his heart.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Did I hurt you?”

You turned your eyes away from him before answering. “I am ruined”. You sniffled again. “Nobody will marry me. You will go back to your lands and my father will send me to a convent.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks. Ivar cupped your chin and softly turned your head so that you would look at him. “You are not ruined my princess and I will marry you. Don’t you get it?” He added as he could sense you were doubting his words. “I’m nothing without you. You are my heart, body and soul. I will certainly not let anyone keeping us apart.”

“You want to marry me?” You asked in a tiny voice. A few tears were still rolling down your cheeks but the ghost of smile appeared on your lips.

“Of course.” Ivar replied and kissed your mouth tenderly.

He would lie if he pretended he had not thought about ruining you just for the sake of it. He had found you attractive the moment he set eyes on you and taking your virginity would be a way to defy your father. Nonetheless, he had changed his mind when he realized the looks you were giving him were not out of fear and disgust but rather curiosity. From then on, he did his best to spend some time with you discreetly and as he got to know you, he grew fond of your personality and charming ways. You would make the perfect queen.

“But…what about Father?” You wondered, still unsure. “What if he refuses your proposal?”

“Don’t worry about your father, Princess”. He assured with a comforting smile. “I will talk to him. I am certain he will listen.”

Ivar had planned everything so that he would since he had refused to do it before. Tomorrow morning, your lady-in-waiting would discreetly rush to her King to tell him how she saw the princess entangled in bed with the boneless and wicked Viking. Hearing that, the King would make sure to summon him and order the Viking to explain himself. Ivar would gladly comply to his demand and he would not forget to remind the King that his precious and innocent daughter was probably already carrying his heir in her womb. Maybe this time, the Saxon King would understand that nobody in their right mind would refuse to get King Ivar the Boneless what he wanted and what he wanted was you.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for fanfic writers!

Thank you for the tag @darklydeliciousdesires

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I copy all my work onto AO3 the second I post it here, so it's accurate, it's 177.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 806,890

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sons of Anarchy

Mayans M.C.

Vikings

Call of Duty

The Gentlemen

Rebel Moon

The Punisher

Peaky Blinders

Gangs of London

4. Top five fics by kudos

The Reaper and the Death Angel Jax Teller/Reader - 244

Rest Your Weary Hands Ivar the Boneless/Reader - 230

Little Doe Ragnar Lothbrok/Reader - 143

I Love Your Bleeding Heart Happy Loman/Reader - 140

The Flat Tire Chibs Telford/Reader - 112

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, every single one as soon as I can.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None, I only do happy endings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really.

9. Do you write smut?

Yep!

10. Craziest crossover?

The Reaper and The Death Angel was a crossover between Bones, The Punisher, Criminal Minds and Sons of Anarchy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No idea, I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Lol! I'm nowhere near good enough for that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope

14. All time favourite ship?

I don't really have one, I haven't written enough OCs (yet) for that but I'm very excited for my upcoming Jax fic with my OC Winifred.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I will finish all of them one day!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, crazy in-depth research, giving background and personality to characters that don't have much in canon.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In all 177 I have never written a damsel in distress, I'm going to try in an upcoming fic. My biggest is my lack of confidence, I basically second guess everything and think I suck most of the time, it seriously hampers my writing quite a bit.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I never had a reason to do it but I'd give it a go.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The Punisher.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I have no confidence, so I don't have one, I post and then do my best to forget it's there unless I get a comment or a reblog, then I love it.

Tagging @chaos-4baby @laurfilijames @rayslittlekitten @drabbles-mc

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 years ago

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Before Sunrise - Ivar the Boneless/Reader One Shot Story.

This gif prompted the following filth. Because look at him. Wow.

Gif by @underragingwaves

Words - 1,130

Warnings - 18+ for the smut content below the cut. Minors DNI!

Until you met Ivar, you did not believe a man could be beautiful. Handsome, strong, masculine, rugged, yes, but never beautiful. He is all of those things, of course, but it is when he sleeps that you see them mix together most.

You watch him, face shuttered in sleep, those long, inky lashes casting feathery shadows over his lower eyelids, his wide, tattooed chest rising and falling steadily, thick arms bulged as he lies with one raised next to his head, one at his side. What a sight Ivar the Boneless is to behold.

He stirs both your heart and your lust, admiring him lovingly, but equally thirsting for him as you sit beside his bulk, reaching out to stroke his smooth chest. Removing your nightdress, you climb astride him, unable to resist any longer.

“I was resting,” he grunts, opening one eye, glowering. Eventually, he smiles.

“I need your cock.” Simple, to the point. Your statement prompts both eyes to open, his eyebrows rising.

“I gave it to you for half of last night, and still, you crave more? There is no satisfying you, my woman.”

Leaning forward, you lick a line up the centre of his broad chest, ending at his stubble flecked throat, the shade of a few days' growth dotting his cheeks and jaw, making a raspy sound when you run your nails across the short growth. “You are correct in your deductions.”

“So, it is you who wishes to top me then, I take it?”

You take a moment to consider your options. Ride him, or happily lie spread wide beneath him. He may not be able to walk, but gods, how the man can fuck. He is a champion in the bedroom, the king of your desires, but sometimes, it is you who demands to take charge. Although it must be noted, only if Ivar actually permits you to.

“If you’ll allow it.”

He spends his own few moments in thought, grinning before slowly sliding down the bed, a look of lustful intent in his eyes. “For what I have planned, yes. For now.” He nudges your legs wider with his elbows, positioning himself below you, his breath hot at your sex, fingers stroking your thighs, his mouth opening to take a long, slow, flat lick at you.

His tongue snakes through your folds, keening over your clit before exploring your opening, his eyes glittering up at you like two icy blue shards, tasting you on the inside with a carnivorous grunt before returning licks back to your bundle. He pushes, circles, the sound of his mouth working your apex of womanhood filthily indulgent, eliciting the sweetest of moans from you as you shudder.

He drags wet heat over your bud again and again, glimmers streaking up your spine as you cry in ecstasy, Ivar smiling against you. “How wet this beautiful little cunt always gets for me. A man could never thirst with you to drink from.” Closing his mouth over you, he sucks, groaning deeply, his hands slowly sliding up to grasp your breasts as your hips start to rock a little. “Yes, sweet one. Ride my mouth.”

His encouragement has you moving with more determination against each fervent lick, your body ablaze from his talents, the embers he stokes within you beginning to roar to flames, his tongue cutting through your slick like a blade of pure pleasure.

“Oh, Ivar!” Your wail is the precursor to the symphony of your cresting, the coil in your groin tightening until you feel light and tingly all over, your bolt of lightning streaking through his sky, the driving of his tongue tipping you into fiery bliss. You’re soft and breathless in the comedown, panting as Ivar pushes himself up from beneath you.

“Now, do I let my lady ride me? Hmm, decisions, decisions,” he muses, while you reach back and throw the blankets and fur pelts off his legs, delighted to see his cock standing rigid, but then again it’s no surprise. Eating you always does rouse him to stiffness.

“I think I’ll decide for you.” Taking his thick cock, you guide him to your centre and sink down, watching him close his eyes, his abs tightening as he inhales sharpy. “Try disagreeing now.”

“Oh, you little vixen. You know that I cannot. For now, at least.” The suggestion of your time atop him being limited drives you into making the most of the experience while you can, adoring the sight of him much like you did while he slept, the wide, chiselled chest you graze your nails across while rocking on his hardness, his bulky erection filling and emptying you, glossed in your arousal, your walls hugging and soaking him.

His groans are all guttural, beastly, just as he is in nature, grasping your waist and steering you upon him quicker, his own rising beneath you. While he might be dead from the legs down, he can buck his hips like an unruly colt being broken; except he has no desire to throw you off him, only arrow into your unctuous core deeper.

The pleasure is biting, like the snap of a cold breeze, except what Ivar gives to you is nothing short of sizzling, knocking you sideways as your nails dig into his pecs, folding to kiss him hungrily, your Viking taking that moment to turn you onto your back, pushing his weight onto his forearms so not to flatten you, his head dropping to suck your nipples in turn.

Beneath him, you are pinned, his large body blanketing yours, fucking you wildly, your thighs squeezing around his hips as his teeth lay bites across your neck, his hardness pressuring right into the very plush of you, invoking tingles to begin skittering throughout your core, your pleasure beginning to bloom.

He’s all furious exertion, no build up, the need within him to give you himself with uncontained vigour leading to his staccato thrusts quickening. Your wailing response is sweet music to his ears, the lightning flickering again, pleasure snapping through you as he daggers into you relentlessly.

That continual burying of his cock inside of you, the utter frenzy of your bodies grinding together has you both beaded with sweat, the moment slick and heated as he pants against your neck. He has you on the precipice of rapture, his moans escalating, his own release charging up to grip him tightly and then release, him fucking the waves out as he fills you with his hot spend, your own sparks fizzing through your entire body, leaving you drowned by it.

“Now will you let me sleep?”

You snort, stroking his face, chuckling beneath where he has you pinned. “I suppose so.”

“I expect to be woken once more before the sun comes up.”

He isn’t wrong either.

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miss-madness67 · 2 years ago

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The Mistress Ch.20: Den beinløse

The Boneless

At the Viking's attack, Leofflaed sees a familiar face. Time to play for survival.

“I would like to speak with Prince Ivar.” I do not know if Ivar is part of the Vikings’ attack because Alfred never told me anything about it. I am not sure whether he has any power over the army. Still, it is the only way of survival I can think of.

The name catches the attention of another one of the Vikings nearby. He is the one standing in front of the Marquis along with the shieldmaiden. The man is quite tall, muscular, and has braided blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks almost like a bear with all those furs and blood. I cannot help but recoil a little bit at the threatening pose he carries himself with.

Still, I do not back down when he speaks. “What do you want with Ivar?” He directs his question in English. Now it is my turn to be surprised because even though Vikings like to come to England quite often, not many bother to learn the language.

“Who are you?” I think he is about to respond to me until the sound of a crutch sinking heavily in the grass interrupts our staring. When I look back at the source, my heart feels as if it stops beating.

Prince Ivar stands in front of us in all of his glory. I never would have imagined he could walk, but as he approaches I can see that the braces surrounding his leg muscles, and the crutches under his arms are enough help for him to be able to do so. His sharp blue eyes are staring intensely at my own, and I feel the thread of connection form between us. I would be lying if I say I have never fantasized about meeting him again. It is not only the fact that he is the first Viking I ever talked to, he is the association to my wild side. Furthermore, there is the instant reaction my body seems to have to his presence. I felt it all those years ago, but it is nothing compared to the present. As I envisioned, he is taller than he would seem to be. He was already a man when I met him, but now he has matured even more so. His chest has broadened, and his arms look incredibly powerful under his armor. He is also bearing a different hairstyle. I am positively surprised by the changes in him.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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19/38 wuth Ivar pleaase ! Love your writing😘

(A/N): So... a long time ago... I basically... ahem got an idea for a pornstar AU with Ivar, and like... I never wrote it sadly, but I did write this drabble (which probably sucks) so if you are curious and want more about this idea... let me know!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex Work, Slight Mention of Pornography, Mention of FemDom.

The new guy kept on staring at you, meanwhile the make-up artist touched up your face, to make sure it’d last the intense scene you were about to shoot.

Although you had to admit that you didn’t mind truly the attention you were getting from the newbie.

You also couldn’t help but think about the reason why he was so fascinated solely with you, whereas there were topless women all around him.

But you guessed it was the effect you always did when people found out that you dabbled in the adult movies genre.

Unlike many of your costars, nothing in you screamed ‘pornstar’, something which had made you stand out during your first works, feigning an innocence that many liked to buy, but you had done even better when you had started working in the ‘femdom’ circuits, using your clean face to make most of your audience look at you unassumingly, till you revealed your true color.

The fact that you weren’t as ‘dolled up’ as your fellow actresses certainly also reminded you that porn hadn’t been your first choice in the world, but finding yourself with a huge debt for your mother’s costly hospital bills, you had soon started dabbling in quick and clean cash.

And then you had just stayed, because not only it certainly paid well, but you liked the adult movie business.

It wasn’t easy money anymore, but it was doing something that you enjoyed and liked truly.

Your own way to express yourself.

That day you had bene informed that your usual partner wouldn’t be coming for today’s shoot, and you had to admit that you had been truly heartbroken, because you loved working with Jay, mostly having felt comfortable with him from the start, a soft friendship developing between you two, which had helped in making you both shot the lewdest of scenes.

But today you hadn’t the luxury of time.

And the newbie looked as uncomfortable as one could be.

“… he is a friend of Oleg” commented knowingly the make-up artist, as she noticed your obvious curiosity in him “… apparently he needed a job because his brothers excluded him from his father’s will, he is almost famous in his native country”.

“Which is?” you mumbled softly, as you adjusted your hair away from your face, meanwhile she set up your foundation with a good dash of powder.

“Where do you think a hottie like that might come from?” retorted with a skeptical look the other woman “… Scandinavia, the land of fucking hot men”.

“Am I not lucky to have to shoot a sex scene with him?” you joked, although you knew that your laugh had made your ‘peeping Tom’ notice you even more, as you moved to meet his eyes halfway and he immediately, caught, turned towards you “… Gosh I do hope he won’t get camera shy”.

“He better not, mistress” joked the make-up artist, before slapping your ass, as she finished her masterpiece, tucking your hair in an high gelled ponytail, something easier to deal away since your hair could be quite troubling during a few of the hottest scenes written in the script.

“I think I’ll go to say ‘hi’ to him” you mumbled, once finished, the make-up artist already moving to another actress, as you adjusted the silky rob around your body, which didn’t hide much, letting the neckpiece of your leather harness show up from your neck.

You weren’t wearing heels yet, since, although you loved the entire leather look, you didn’t like those tortures in the slightest, and they allowed you extremely clumsy movements.

You had a reputation to uphold.

And falling in front of the newbie would have helped you.

The new actor now hid his eyes further away from you, as he stared at a rather ‘libidinous’ poster of one of your latest movies, where you wore a latex red dress and had a riding crop in your hands.

There was no denying that he was still spying on you with the side of his eye.

“… that’s very very beautiful, isn’t it” you caught his attention “… did you watch it?”,

He seemed at a loss of words, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable in his stubborn shyness.

It’d have probably been funny to see his reaction on the big screen.

“No no… I didn’t” he commented, as he kept his eyes lowered on his feet.

“… it isn’t your thing, is it’” you knew you were snooping around dangerous areas.

“There are rather personal questions” he shot back, barely opening his mouth “… don’t you have some leather cuffs to polish?”.

"Will you show me how?" your words were much more sensual than they were supposed to be, and you got an adrenaline rush to see him blush “… I am not the bad guy, or better the bad woman. We should get used to each other, since we are supposed to work side to side”.

‘With me on top of you, preferably’ your smile spoke of.

And again, the guy was dismissive.

And you knew that you wouldn’t have gotten much more from him, since he had obviously closed on himself.

So, you decided to let him confront his own arousal with his own hand.

But it’d be a lot of fun to bring him to his knees.

You loved the pretty blue-eyed look you had caught spying on you.

And as you thought he wouldn’t say more, you heard:

"I'm sorry I keep staring, but you're really the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't know what to do about it” he was surprised by the words coming from your mouth “… I am not…”.

“… don’t worry, sweetie” you commented, pursuing your mouth in a soft smirk “… I know that I have that effect on pretty boys like you”.

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writingstudent · 5 years ago

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Victor

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A/N: smut & feels. Victor: winner. We both know there are two winners here.

1.9k words

There was just something about the way he was looking at you that night. He would always linger his gaze on your curves, looking at the way your hair brushed over your shoulder, teasing your collarbones and framed your breasts in the most beautiful braids and twists he had ever seen. But tonight there was something feral in his gaze, not just wanting, needing. He needed you and he needed you now.

Today had been a bad day – Ivar’s first defeat in battle. It had been a gruesome battle, with casualties running high on both sides. It had ended up with a mutual retreat – the Franks dwindling in battle and Ivar’s ambushing battalion losing more Vikings than it could sustain. To not retreat would mean certain death the next day, and Ivar would not send his soldiers to glooming death for no reason. There is no Valhalla in pretty battles and useless deaths. He had bit his inner cheek, spitting the blood he drew before sounding the order.

Now here he was, after hours of reviewing maps and running through strategies, and he was desperate. There appeared to not be many good options – they would have to take them by surprise in a few days. Play the cowards and then taken them out in their sleep.

He was starving for a win, for glory. That is when he saw you again – Y/N, his beauty and peace.

You were walking towards him with a soft smile, trying to mask your worried expression. You trusted his abilities and knew that the war would turn out with a victory for your people, but you knew not how he would react to today’s battle. His first loss at anything other than life. Life had handed him the short stick at his birth, and he had already too many losses to be able to carry more. That’s what pushed him to be the man he was today – the ruthless ruler who could not afford to bear anything less than glory and victory. His glory was but a double-edged sword, a blessing and a curse at the same time. He was always tormented, plagued by the idea of not being equal to his peers. He had to put in double, no triple the effort to prove, to both those around him but most importantly himself, that he was a man. You tried to alleviate this burden of his, showing him how much you adored him and needed him. You wished some days that he could see himself through your eyes.

“Hello my prince” You let your fingers run through his scruff, cupping his face and let yourself dive into his blue eyes. He grunted, rolling his eyes slightly at your endearing nickname. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle – it was still wild to you that one of the most vicious Vikings allowed you to call him cute nicknames and fawn over him when he would rather throw an axe at anyone else who tried to do so.

“Hello.” His curt response made your eyebrows scrunch up in worry.

He took his crutches and made his way back to his tent. You wondered if he was going to review his maps yet again – it was best to leave him be in moments like these. You were a wonderful strategist, another reason he had fallen madly in love with you. He could respect you, not only as a person but as a mind to reckon with his own. He would come to you for advice when he was ready to. You were about to turn back around and return to your own mappings in order to prepare your version of the next possible attack when you saw him look over his shoulder. His gaze left you breathless. You would not be looking at any mappings tonight, or for quite some time tomorrow morning. You quickly followed his steps into the tent.

By the time that you made it in Ivar was already removing the braces off his legs, struggling angrily with frustrated grunts. Your mind couldn’t help but wander. You learned to love each of his grunts – he was not a man of many words, although your favorite will always be the ones that fall out of his lips when he first enters you, dropping his head on your shoulder as you both shudder each time. He was still a prince, yet to be crowned by his bloodied ancestors but in your eyes he was already your king. He owned you, heart and soul.

You let him struggle by himself, to intervene would only mean to hurt his ego more. You could almost sense it – the battered and bruised forms over his heart took more out of him than his actual injuries.

“Were you hurt today?” His tone was always curt, but the storm in his eyes seemed to pause for a second, hesitating. It made your heart swell.

“No, I’m alright.” There was a gash on your left side but it was definitely not the worst beating you had taken – you didn’t need to give him anything more to worry about. Plus, you liked where this was going.

“Did you already have your wounds looked at?” This time it was your time to check in – but you already knew that he must have, there was no point in keeping an army if it had no leader. You both knew better than to risk your lives for senseless things.

“I’m crippled darling, not daft.” He rolled his eyes at you for the second time that night, but something about the way he cracked his neck there made you choke on the giggle threatening to come out of your throat. You lowered your eyes to the floor, thinking of how to approach him. A few moments passed in silence.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over with his hand, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion that made you weak at the knees. You shuffled forward, starting to unbuckle your armor and dropping parts of it to the floor as you went. When you reached him you remained simply in your battle skirt and thin top. He looked you over appreciatively, tongue coming out to swipe quickly over his lips. Before he could say anything, you had already settled in his lap, straddling him to kiss him senseless. You let your hands run through the short hair at the back of his head, pulling lightly on it to elicit a small growl from Ivar, who in turn bit your lower lip, dragging it towards him.

You could feel the anger in his muscles, all tense underneath you in a way that made you feel so small in his arms, melting against him. He felt up your legs, parting them roughly to snake a hand up your skirt. He toyed with the band of your underwear, snapping them against your skin as he grinned into your messy kiss, teeth clashing for a second. You ground your hips against him, feeling him straining through his pants as you rushed to start undoing the buckle, pulling back from his bruising lips. He only lunged forward again, redirecting his attention towards your neck, already littered with markings from the previous nights, which he seemed intent on renewing. You were his, his ultimate victory and he made sure that everyone knew it. Whether that meant you sat on his lap during a meeting, speaking over the higher-ranked officers when you had a strategy or marking your neck with the prettiest of bruises, he would have it all.

You shrugged off your shirt, nipples pebbling at the cold waft of air coming in from the cracked window.

“Fuck Y/N -” He breathed out, his eyes blown in want. You shivered as his eyes dragged over you, leaving you exposed, taking in your pulse thrumming in your neck and the breath hitched in your throat. His hands took new interest in your thighs, moving with earnest resolution to take off your underwear. The loud ripping sound of fabric filled the cottage – he couldn’t wait anymore. It was like his fingers were made for you. The contrast between his rough and scarred skin from years of battle and training and your soft silken lips set a torturous pace and you had to struggle to keep your breath. Never in Valhalla would you have imagined Ivar as a tender teasing lover, but here he was, the cripple, staring at your face from the corner of his eye with a somewhat awestruck expression, watching the way your chested heaved with uneven breaths as he played lazily with your clit. Norns. To say that you were falling for the man was an understatement. You needed him, and needed him quickly.

“Do you need anything, pet?”

You outright moaned at the nickname he chose for you. Pet. If it had come from the lips of any other man you would have made him swallow his fist whole. It meant ownership, being somewhat lesser than him, but an object of praise and adoration. But from Ivar… was it wrong that the hairs on your back raised at the thought? That he wanted you, not just for the night but to be his. For he was already yours in every sense of the word – or so you would make sure tonight.

“Nothing.”

You struggled to get the words out while keeping a poor excuse of a straight face. You were red and starry-eyed, heaving with determined want and desperation. You were a wanton image, a goddess under the dim lighting. Ivar’s pants tightened at the view and he had to bite back the growl growing in his throat. It had been decided there – he would chase you to the edge of the Earth and do your bidding, but he would never settle to rule without you by his side.

He manhandled you into a new position, making you swivel around in his lap. You felt his toned chest press up against your back, making you melt into him as his hot breath fanned on your neck.

“I’ll tell you what I need then.”

His teeth dragged lightly over your neck, biting into it slightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling your pulse rise quickly as he sucked into it.

“What I need is for you to lift your skirts up and let me crawl between those pretty legs of yours. To kiss up your thighs-”

His fingers brushed on your clit, exerting a soft pressure without moving, teasing you as you buck your hips into his hands.

“To bite into them, marking you as mine.”

Ivar lets out a ragged breath in between his whispers, his own chest heaving in synch with yours as he watched your breasts moving up and down rhythmically, glistening with a sheer thin sweat.

“I want to breathe you in and lick you, running my tongue along your edges before taking your clit into my mouth and sucking on it. ”

You whimpered helplessly, boneless in his arms. Your thighs quivered with his ministrations, tensing as you felt yourself get closer –

“Fuck, Ivar!” You gripped his forearm tightly, digging your fingers into his skin as you came, breathing harshly and feeling all of a sudden faint. He helped you ride out the high, fingers slowly stilling in you but never coming to a proper halt. You could feel his growing smirk between the puffs of air hitting your neck.

You smiled lazily in return at his newfound confidence. You knew – Ivar may have lost a battle, but he would always turn out victor.

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directionlessbuthappy · 7 years ago

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A Game

Requested by a lovely anon. Hope you like it love! x

Ivar x Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, smut

You hummed warmly as you watched your eldest son try to awkwardly chat with the girl from Haffangar. She wasn't too far away, just a village over from Hadeby...if Asgeir really liked her perhaps she could even-

"My love?"

"Hmm?" you asked, turning your head slightly. You refused to give him your whole face. Admittedly, you were eager to see if the girl would laugh. Asgeir was witty and sharp; hopefully he worked on a bit of humor in his time being a sarcastic son of Ivar.

"You're staring that girl to stone. Why not pay me a bit of attention hm?"

"Asgeir has never liked a girl before," you replied quietly, as if saying his name would alert your son to know you were watching. He was your eldest son, 13 and nearly a man, but your only thought was...girls? Already?

"My son has liked girls before," Ivar scoffed. He ran a soothing hand over your dress where your leg was. "Just none he would bring to his mother..."

Your hands remained folded in your lap; Ivar sought to undo them. He wiggled and pried while you clasped them tighter. He would not distract you even if he faced a bit of neglect.

"Ivar, hands off. I'm listening," you snorted. This contorted his face into a frown of irritance.

"Am I not to enjoy my wife?"

"Perhaps later," you replied shortly with a little innocent shrug. Ivar growled and dove a hand under the table to look for the hem of your skirt. With this you leaned forward, effectively trapping his hand while you picked up your chalice. When you sat properly up, you gave his hand a small pinch, making the viking warlord nearly yelp like a dog with its tail stepped on.

The whole night you spent watching, nestled into your husband's lap as the party unfolded. Ivar was never much for feasts like this. He was never a very social person unless talking about war, and even if he was, moving around in crowded spaces was difficult and his pain would become so much worse by bedtime. So he opted to stay in his chair, and you in his lap...it was almost perfect. But he had to watch you. Feel you shift on his lap, see your hair bounce every time you laughed, watch your lips shape around your cup. His perfect little wife, perched in his lap, every curve and tight angle in her body accentuated in that dress...and he couldn't have any of it. His pawing continued but you did not give in. In fact, he could swear by the gods he caught you smirking at him at one point... It wasn't mockery. It was a game.

A game you loved to play not because you would win...but because Ivar refused to lose.

“Ivar, what is it?” you asked sweetly, popping berries in your mouth. Ivar grit his teeth, wanting to kiss those reddened lips. They were practically his after all... He took your jaw in his hand but you wriggled away with a wave of your neck.

As the night wore down and everyone became either too drunk, or managed to stagger out of the hall, that was your cue. You stood up from your spot in Ivar's lap quiet dramatically. He swallowed watching you bow to some of your guests and carefully skip around the hall gathering up your boys. Once you had all three of them in your clutches you went up to Ivar and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Coming along, husband?" you asked playfully. Ivar stared up at you with a seething look. For a moment you thought he was angry, but that couldn't be. He smiled and flicked his hand.

"You go. Let me finish."

You grinned and knew what that meant. With your train of boys, little Sigfast (only 3 at the time) in your arms, you strut home across from the Great Hall. As their mother, you tucked each of them in and spent a bit of time with Asgeir trying to weasel out some information on the little blonde girl he was chatting with, as a mother does...

After they were all sufficiently snoring and you blew out the last candle, you went to the living quarter at the front of your giant home. Ivar built this place himself with a little brotherly help. You reminisced about the stone he spent days layering around the fire pit when a candle sparked to life near the front door.

Ivar flicked out the ash and stomped it once on the floor. Cinders in the fireplace hissed, and that one candle gave just enough light for you to see his face.

"You're lucky you didn't frighten me," you said with a tilted chin. Ivar kept an axe above the fireplace, always.

"Like you could fear me..." he said.

"Maybe I do."

"Why?" he asked with a bored smile. He knew why.

"Because..."

"Because you've escaped my embrace all night? Because I haven't been able to taste," he took a step forward, "or touch my wife all night?"

You didn't want to laugh. The sound did not emit, but your lips shifted into what would have been a giggle. With this Ivar carefully walked towards you, stopped to lift your chin so you could face him.

"You think its funny I am so desperate to have you?"

"You have always been relentless, my love," you replied thoughtfully. "I just prefer you...more relentless tonight."

Ivar shrugged. "Wish granted."

His lips crashed onto yours rather forcefully. His kiss was tender and hot, gentle to start out...then you felt his tongue, his teeth, his hand grasping the front of your dress and yanking it so hard the strings loosened. The green wool fell off of you in a pile while you pulled away Ivar's vest. His crutch collapsed with your dress somewhere; you both slid over fur lain in front of the fireplace, Ivar on top of you.

"My beautiful wife..." he sighed into your mouth. You shift to help him out of his pants, crawling on top of him at the opportunity. The fire crackles behind your profiles as you grin down at him.

"The game is not over my love..." you lowered your head to be closer to him. Having the advantage of top was always fun for you.

"Isn't it?" Ivar whispered. A quick pull of your wrist and suddenly you land on your back, Ivar leaning over you on his elbows. He shifted his hips against you and smiled as how wide your eyes became. And how wet your thighs were.

"I have wanted you all night," he grunted. "And now I have you..."

With that, he nibbled on your ear to distract you and entered you in one stride to the hilt. You grunted, moaning quietly between your bitten lip. Ivar's thrusts remained deep, rocking his hips against you in a frenzy. Whispers of "mine" accompanied by swearing sang in your ears as you sunk your teeth into Ivar's neck in gratitude. His flurry of movement sparked your orgasm. Over and over it sparked within you, crackling to life as you began to breathe faster and tighten around him. One leg came over Ivar's lower back in encouragement; your husband kissed you hard for it.

Before you even had the chance to concede in your game, Ivar came with a roar, sitting up and pulling your hips to him bruisingly tight. Heat spread within you like wildfire. You bit your palm, quivering and whining in protest. You were nearly finished...so close, and he was so deep...

"You know...what I want," he growled breathlessly, his animal state still yet to settle. Ivar stayed deep inside, taking a finger to your clit and pressing down.

"I-Ivar...please..."

"Ah ah..." He pinched your clit, making you cry out in a mix of agony and pleasure.

"I am yours," you squealed. Ivar smiled widely, voraciously...he'd won. Just like he always did.

"You will..." he grunted, thrusting in as his fingers circled your clit hungrily. "Never." Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm returned with a fury, washing over you like your skin was on fire. "ever, ignore me again."

Twitching and shuddering while you breathed you managed to slowly come to reason. Ivar had pulled out of you and slumped to your side. Curling around you like the cusp of the moon, he brushed some clinging hair from your face.

“Never,” you sighed in agreement. Ivar kissed your forehead peacefully. He’d tame you time and time again...perhaps you’d listened this time and learned not to tease him again.

Either way, he loved you, obedient or not.

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akamaiden · 7 years ago

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“Take me to your commander, now!” you yelled at the five men that kidnapped you.

“She is fierce isn’t it? I bet that on the sheets she’s like a whore,” one of them said to you.

If you weren’t blindfolded and tied, you would kill each one of them with your bare hands.

After a long time the carriage finally stopped. One of them took you into his arms and sat you on a chair.

“Take this out of her face, now!”

It was a new voice. Probably it was his commander. The man took your blindfold and your eyes took a time to get used to the light of the candles.

“Someone can explain me what the fuck is going on here?” you said.

“I told you, she’s fierce,” the other man said.

“You must be Y/N of Novgorod. Am I right?” the man sitting in front of you said.

You refused to answer him, you chose to stay in silent.

“I’ll take this as a yes. Do you know who I am?” he asked.

“I don’t give a fuck about who you’re!” you said.

“My name is Ivar. You must’ve been heard of me,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re pretending but if you think you’re famous or something let me tell you, I’ve never heard about you,” you lied.

Of course you knew him. The fame of Ivar The Boneless preced him. You just have one question, what he wanted there in Novgorod.

“You’re may wondering what I’m doing here, it’s simple, little one. I want this city,”

You started laughing. You laughed at the point your belly was aching.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you said trying to stop laughing.

He finally made a move and you stopped laughing when you felt his hand squeezing your neck. It took all your effort to not moan, this bastard didn’t need to know that you enjoyed this kind of thing.

“Stop laughing,” he said.

“Get your filthy hand off me!” you said.

“I like her. Eric, grab the ropes.” he commanded.

“You can try whatever you want, you won’t make me talk. Stop playing the bad guy, I’m not scared,” you said.

“You haven’t even seen my bad side yet,” he said.

The Eric guy came back and took you in his arms and tossed you on the bed. “Wrists and ankles, I want her still on the bed,” Ivar said.

Once you were tied on the bed Ivar sat at your side and his fingers started running through your legs, lifting the skirt of your dress.

“Take your filthy hands off me!” you groaned.

“Are you afraid of start moaning?” he said.

He was caressing your inner thighs and you refused to believe that you wanted his fingers right into your core.

“Who do you think you are? Do you pretend to torture me in a sexual way or something? You bast-”

You stopped talking when he started circling your clit. You hated him, you wanted to kill him, but nobody could say that he didn’t know how to please a woman.

“C'mon, I know you want to moan. You’re getting wetter and wetter. Your pussy is begging me for my fingers, or maybe something thicker, maybe my cock. What do you say?”

“Get your hands off me, you damn bastard!” you said.

“You’ll be screaming yes by the end of this!” he said sliding two fingers inside you.

And this time you couldn’t control yourself, you moaned softly. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Stop,” you said.

“Do you think you are in position to give any orders?” he smirked.

“I said stop! I want your cock!” you said blushing.

He smiled and started getting rid of his trousers and he penetrated you easily, you rolled your eyes feeling him enlarging you.

“You’re so tight!” he groaned and started thrusting inside you.

“Oh fuck! You do this very well,” you said.

“Thanks, my dear,” he said rolling your hips against yours, hitting your g-spot, making you see stars.

“Ivar, I want to touch you,” you managed to say between moans.

“Not yet, little one,” he restarted choking you.

You moaned even louder feeling his hand squeezing your neck hard. You were rolling your eyes while you were moaning his name louder and louder, he was hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You were so lost in pleasure, you sincerely didn’t want this to end.

But it did. You came hard yelling his name, bringing him to his own release when you clenched around his cock.

After some time he finally said, “We can do this the easy way or the difficult way. It’s up to you,” he said.

“I won’t say anything. Oleg raised me, I owe him my life and-”

“And he never will give what you need. He may respect you, but that’s all. A woman like you deserve so much more and I can give you more. Think about it.” he said cutting the ropes, setting you free.

“Why did you cut this off?” you said.

“I think you have a lot to think about and choose wisely, I’d be kinda said to kill you,” he said.

And then he kissed you for the first time. It wasn’t a urgent kiss, it was calm but still intense. You felt your heart hammering in your chest.

He left you alone and you caught yourself already missing him. Suddenly the bed was too big just for you.

He was right you had a lot to think about, but the only thing in your mind were his beautiful blue eyes.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 3 years ago

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Curly Hair Prompt Drabble Masterlist

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Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

Little Arms, Big Bottles.❤❤

Person B sees a little kid with similar hair to A and wants a similar haired baby with person A. As Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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Snapped Fingers😨🔪❤💦

"You touch her hair again, and I'll make sure you never touch anything." As Smut with Opie. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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The Tangler ❤❤

"I love that you love my hair, but if you keep touching it, it's going to knot then I'm going to make you comb them out." With Juice Ortiz and Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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First Dibs❤❤

"My wife needs that for her hair, I had it first so remove your hand or you'll regret it." With Happy Lowman as Fluff. Requested by @camelia35

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Honey and Oats❤❤

Person A watches on as person B accidentally eats a homemade hair mask, laughter ensues. With Hvitserk Ragnarson as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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Pampered ❤❤

Person B does a spa day for person A. With Lyla Winston as Fluff. Requested by @camelia35

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Gentle hands❤❤

Person B washes person A's hair. With Ivar as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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Flower Water❤❤

"Your hair smells so good. I kinda want to eat it" With Hvitserk Ragnarson as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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The Aftermath ❤💦

Person B unpins/takes down person A's hair do after a night out. With Frank Castle as Smut. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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A Very Long Day😨❤

Person B watches the wind in person A's hair. With Juice as Angst with happy ending. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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Well Read😨❤

Person A watches on with pride as person B insults mansplainer. With Juice Ortiz as Fluff. Requested by @camelia35

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Hammer and Nails😨❤

"You touch her hair again, and I'll make sure you never touch anything." With Ivar the Boneless and Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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Tiny Humans😨❤

Person B sees a little kid with similar hair to A and wants a similar haired baby with person A. With Happy Lowman as angst with a happy ending. Requested by @camelia35

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Helper❤❤

“Person A watches on as person B accidentally eats a homemade hair mask, laughter ensues." With Juice Ortiz as Fluff. Requested by @withmyteeth

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Flowers and Birds❤❤

Person B always brings back a hair accessory (vintage hairpins) With Manny as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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Over the Tub❤❤

Person B washes person A's hair. With Angel Reyes as Fluff.Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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High Maintenance❤❤

"Say that again to my face." With Manny as Fluff. Requested by @withmyteeth

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Effort ❤❤

Person B does a spa day for person A. With EZ Reyes as Fluff. Requested by @withmyteeth

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The Gala ❤❤

Person B unpins/takes down person A's hair do after a night out. With Lyla Winston as Fluff. Requested by @withmyteeth

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Charming Heat❤💦

Person B unpins/takes down person A's hair do after a night out. With Opie Winston as Smut. Requested by @camelia35

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 years ago

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Shades of Crimson - An Ivar the Boneless/Reader Smut Short.

Ivar the Boneless smut drabble request for @victoria-styles!

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI! Also, period sex. If you don’t like it, don’t read on!

It is always the same, month in, month out, when your womanhood bleeds, he wants you more than ever. Yet, you are reluctant, sore and unhappy, always fending off Ivar’s attentions.

“We have never discussed why you will not let me have you at your moon time, love. Why is it?”

“I am uncomfortable, and it is messy.”

“Then we make you comfortable, put down a blanket that can be washed afterwards and bathe when we are done. Simple. I am not repelled by a little blood. Especially not yours.”

“You always have an answer for everything, don’t you? A way to getting what you want.”

He chuckles, stroking the wisps of hair that frame your face, his glacier blue eyes twinkling. “I would not be half the tactician I am if this was not the case.” And it is true. Ivar looks beyond the straightforward in order to see a solution. Except this time, his proposal is extremely simple. He pulls you astride him, mouth moving to your neck, his tongue swiping the column of your throat while his hands begin to knead your tender breasts. “I think you should let me.”

His lips ghost the shell of your ear, hesitating briefly before he nips, making you jolt against him, your sex keening towards his crotch where you can feel the hardness vying for escape from within the confides of his britches. There was a point in time where he thought his cock would forever hang limp, like his legs. That was, however, until he met you.

“May I prepare the bath first?”

His laugh, deep and rumbling, vibrates at the side of your neck, Ivar enjoying kissing a constellation across your skin before he replies. “I am agreeable to this. Just as long as I get to be here...” pausing, he grabs at your womanhood, a shuddered breath fluttering your clavicles, “as soon as you are done.”

A few cauldrons boiled and emptied into the large bath later, and you and Ivar are naked upon your bed, your Viking beneath you as you kiss one another hungrily. You move your mouth to his throat, gently biting, making him rumble like an wolf sounding a warning growl, except you know the strike you’ll receive from him will be entirely pleasurable.

Yet, when he reaches to your apex, you tense a little, Ivar tutting, kissing you wantonly as his fingers skim, then push inside of you. “Relax.” His hushed tones instruct, exploring you deftly, making you whine when he hits delicious spots. He steals the cries from your mouth with his tongue, while you feel yourself gush against his hand, wetting him with a mix of your bleed and aroused dew.

“Have I made a mess? Is it much?”

He chuckles deeply, removing his crimson-tinged digits to show you. “Sweet thing, this is barely anything at all. I have dripped from head to toe in the blood of my slain enemies. Besides, this is yours. Everything from you, I welcome.” Putting the glazed fingers to his mouth, he sucks them clean, returning them to your core and continuing to pleasure you. When you kiss, you taste yourself on his tongue, the flavour of your cunt and the copper tang of your sanguine.

The wet between your legs becomes plentiful, with both your bleed and arousal, Ivar raking your sensitive, plush core, his thumb circling at your bundle of nerves, making you pant as your close your eyes tightly, spreading kisses across his broad, thick chest. Your tongue traces the patterns of his tattoos, your hand falling between you to grasp his cock, tugging upwards, eliciting a gravelled groan that pours from him.

Positioning yourself, you glide down upon him, the slick grasp of your walls massaging his length, Ivar’s mouth greedy at your breasts, sucking your nipples as moans tumble from him, his hands clutching your waist as with powerful arms, he begins to guide you up and down upon him.

The fever builds quickly, like a summer tempest, Ivar the invocator of wails as his thick cock cuts through your liquid silk, eyes shining like azure orbs, one hand moving to clench at your throat and pull you to his lips, bestowing wanton kisses upon you.

His fingers leave trails of red from your messy cunt on your hip and neck, marking you with your bleed, your care over such much diminished now you have his cock snugly within your walls, dragging at your tenderness, sparks skittering through you as you begin to grind atop him with greater need. You can feel it surging, his chest vibrating beneath your hands with each of his grunts, panting against one another as he bites your lip, his tongue swirling with yours again.

It’s almost there, your hips pounding against his furiously, Ivar assisting what you chase as he moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing you firmly, smiling as you wail. It cracks through you, like the ice splitting across frozen lakes in winter, your voice breaking apart upon his name as you crest, his teeth sharp at your shoulder as he grips you, cock pulsing his release into you in thick ropes, mingling with the vermillion.

In the aftermath, the sodden blanket thrown off the bed to wash, you both lie within the tub of hot water, you pains eased, desire sated, and Ivan’s sexual bloodlust finally quenched. Contentment abounds.

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killmongerdreams · 8 years ago

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Winterboneless, A1 please. Can you make it frat!bucky and librarian!ivar, though? I live for that trope

I live for this trope, too. Drabble under the cut

A1: VANILLA - heavy kissing/heavy makeout

Bucky intended to be the ultimate gentleman, he swears he did. He fully intended to just drop the boy off after their date, not expecting anything but maybe a chaste goodnight kiss. Ivar was so shy, and so, so sweet, and Bucky didn’t want to do anything to scare the timid librarian away. He’d go as slow as Ivar needed him to.

Yet here he was, being tugged down into a ferocious kiss by the boy. Bucky makes a startled noise in the back of his throat but eases into it nonetheless, gripping Ivar by the ribcage over the ridiculously soft sweater he was wearing.

Just as abruptly as it started, Ivar pulls away, blue eyes wide behind the thick frames of his glasses. He’s blushing as he bites down on his lip, bashfully looking away from Bucky as he tries to stammer out an apology. “I-I’m s-sor-sorry.” he whispers. “S-sh-should’ve as-ask-asked you firs-st.”

“Babyboy,” Bucky can’t help but laugh a little. “You have permission to kiss me all you want.”

Ivar giggles quietly, trying to hide his smile. “In tha-at c-cas-se,” he stutters out. “do you wa-ant to c-come ins-side?”

“I’d love to, baby.”

Bucky’s a little stunned by the night’s turn of events and Ivar’s, frankly, bold actions, but he lets himself be led into the librarian’s quaint apartment. He sheds his jacket and sits down on the couch, smiling softly as Ivar stands in front of him, looking unsure of himself once more as he fiddles with the frayed cuffs of his sweater. It’s endearing, to say the least.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” Bucky reaches out a hand, drawing Ivar into his lap. He lets out a shaky breath, pushing up his glasses nervously as Bucky strokes a strong, comforting hand over his side. “What do you want?”

“W-wanna k-ki-kiss you.” Ivar says, still playing with his sweater. He looks almost embarrassed to admit it.

Bucky shifts, leans further back into the couch cushions. “I’m all yours, babyboy. Do what you want.”

Ivar leans in slowly, face burning, pressing his lips to Bucky’s in what has to be the most innocent kiss he’s ever received in his life. It makes Bucky melt just a little bit, his eyelashes fluttering as Ivar pulls away.

“Don’t be shy, doll.” Bucky encourages. “It’s just me.”

Ivar nods, blinking owlishly. He threads a hand in Bucky’s messy locks, the other wrapping itself in the front of his dress shirt. He kisses him with more determination this time, breathing unsteadily through his nose as Bucky teases his mouth open with his tongue. He lets himself be dominated, whimpering helplessly under Bucky’s warm mouth,

Ivar’s already shaking, and Bucky runs a calming hand over his back, the other one holding him steadily by the hip. He’s a responsive little thing, and Bucky loves it.

Biting down on Ivar’s lip, Bucky hisses a little in pleasure as his hair gets gripped by an eager fist. That prompts the librarian to pull away, an apology sputtering from his swollen, slick mouth. Bucky’s quick to shush him, gripping Ivar gently by the jaw as his mouth continues its onslaught down his neck.

“B-Bucky!” Ivar’s quiet moan is followed by another tug to his hair and Bucky lets his hips roll, working the librarian against him with a grunt.

The air grows hot as Bucky marks Ivar thoroughly, reveling in the timid noises Ivar lets fall from his lips. Eventually the fist in his hair pulls him up to find lips eager to be claimed, and then it’s Bucky’s turn to have his plush lip bitten.

Their tongues work in tandem, and Ivar practically melds himself against his boyfriend’s chest, inhibitions forgotten as they makeout on his shitty, secondhand couch.

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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55/57 with Ivar

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I might be having a slight... just slight... infatuation for sub! Ivar... ahem... sorry... I hope you won’t it annoying (plus this is set up in ‘The Tinder Date That Changed Everything’ Universe)

WARNINGS: Anal Sex (Male Receiving), Handjob, Sex, Dirty Talk, Pegging, Mention of Toxic Masculinity.

The Perks Of Being Convincing:

You bet that Ivar hadn’t thought it would end up like this, when he had suggested to you to try out anal.

He didn’t definitely expect it to be tried out on himself.

But eventually a good amount of pouting and a good amount of scientific researches about prostate and its advantages had convinced your boy to ‘let you hit it’ from behind, although this would have to never ever get out of your shared bedroom, much to Ivar’s privacy and remaining toxic masculinity.

‘And if I say the safe word, you immediately stop and we never ever talk about this, anymore, understood’ he had ordered, when he had finally relented, and you had eagerly nodded, already giddy on the thought of tapping that ass.

You had actually gone with Ivar to select the chosen strap-on.

Ivar had blushed for the entire trip at the sexy shop, hiding behind sunglasses and oversized clothes.

You had tried to reassure him that the clerk wasn’t noisy and minded his own business, since you had bought a great deal of strangely-looking toys, without the man raising a single eyebrow at your purchases, and when you had gone to get the strap-on, settling for a medium-sized black one, Roland, the clerk, had simply asked if you wanted lube to go with that.

Ivar had wanted to bury himself in that moment, but you had simply shaken your head telling him that you had already some back home.

And afterward you had thought to give him a ‘special gift’ for having been ‘so courageous’, something that had literally ‘raised up’ his mood for the next week and that Saturday, meanwhile you settled up for your usual ‘Netflix and chill’ night, Ivar had started nosing up your neck, in a clear attempt to initiate something, which wasn’t unusual.

But you were surprised when he suggested that ‘you tried the new thing’.

You had been surprised about the fact that he wanted to initiate it, but you had taken it as a good sign, leading him to the bedroom, as you took in his nervous body, tense enough that you were sure he’d snap in two if you even tried to come closer to him in that moment, and you thought that you’d have to start soft, unsure if Ivar would be up for it by the end of the night.

But you’d certainly enjoy getting him ready.

Starting with a massage to relax his tight body.

‘Aren’t we…?’ he wasn’t even able to finish the phrase, but you simply smirked at him, shaking your head.

‘We’ll start slow and see’ you commented softly, meanwhile you gently made him turn around, as you guided his hands above his face, to make his body assume a more natural pose, then you went to retrieve the massage oil you used when you were nothing more than a single and lonely girl, having kept it, because it could have an internal use and its smell was quite comforting to you.

And to Ivar too, who breathed deeply the smell as you lathed your hands with the oil.

Ivar got his shirt out of the way, but kept his pants, signaling to you that he wasn’t completely comfortable yet, but you were more than happy to help him get there, gently starting from the top of his back and moving to his lower back, feeling the tension of weeks of working on the computer and forcing himself through the new calibers.

By the time you had done his back, he was relaxed.

You proceeded to slowly lower his pants at first and then his boxers, making you smirk as you gave him a few sot kisses down his back, before Ivar turned softly around to share a soft kiss with you, his body reacting naturally underneath you and when you reached his front, he was hard and ready for you.

But this didn’t mean that he was still comfortable.

Although his moans ached desperately for you.

So, you moved down his front, your nails making light red trails, in their wake, something that never failed to excite Ivar.

He may act all tough, but intimacy was somewhere where he left all the control to you, although he wouldn’t say it out loud.

But he certainly enjoyed every inch of it.

Your hands were still all oiled up and they glided easily on his member, when they ended up on it, teasing him in a delicious way that had Ivar shaking and trembling on the mattress, as you guided him with a soft pace through a climax, almost a torture.

Your lover blacked out for quite a bit, something that got you almost worried that your fun for tonight might end quickly.

Although the intimacy with Ivar was one of the best you had ever had, he still had to gain his own stamina, because it wasn’t difficult for him to lose his hardness in the middle of having sex, something that you didn’t hold against him, since he wasn’t one to leave you unsatisfied, but sometimes you had to stop for a bit and maybe start later.

Something that you knew frustrated Ivar, although you had told him many and many times all over again that you wouldn’t have ever wanted to have sex with anybody else, no matter their stamina or their ‘properly-functioning dick’.

But you knew that if you felt like he was going too far, he’d prefer it if you stop and slow the rhythm.

But as Ivar came to his senses, searching you beside him, you moved to reach his side quickly.

He had something tender in his eyes, relaxed, as he chased your lips almost desperately, meanwhile you felt him grow hard again under the hand that was near his cock.

Your man then muttered something like ‘let’s pass to the true show’, even making a show of pushing himself onto his knees for you, wiggling his ass, as you softly giggled, lightly slapping its plumpness.

‘Are you sure?’ you asked him softly, as you got him to face you again, something that was always needed when having this kind of conversations ‘… because you don’t have to do it, if you don’t feel like it… we could watch the Taylor Swift’s documentary…’.

‘I do prefer getting pegged than having to watch that movie’ he got a pillow in his face for that ‘… but I am sure, although… as I have said, I say ‘Lover’ and you stop whatever you are doing, understood?’.

‘Of course’ you muttered, swearing it onto your heart as Ivar sent you a little amused look.

‘… and I say that because I know that you love my ass and are secretly obsessed with it’.

You blushed at the truth of that affirmation, since you had the time of your life groping Ivar’s juicy ass whenever he was near you, something that made him quite annoyed, although he secretly loved the physical contact.

‘… I won’t get obsessed with your ass’ you mumbled ‘… although I won’t promise anything about not biting it, it is so juicy!’.

‘You can. Just if I get to do the same on yours, tomorrow morning’.

‘Deal’.

And then you carefully started to get him ready, having done some of your researches on the act and you didn’t start immediately but tried to instead gently calm Ivar’s body, although the post-glow of the climax made your boyfriend completely tame under your touch.

But again, your hands were careful and soft teasing him, as you started touching the most erogenous zone that weren’t his hardness.

And then you reached him where you wanted him, softly staring at Ivar as you swiftly moved up to get the small lube bottle, quickly darting for the bathroom to clean your hands and clean Ivar’s thigh from the massage oil that was starting to become solely sticky.

And then you spread a bit of lube on the tip of your fingers, being gentle in your exploration and voicing properly each thing you’d do to him, as your hands at first tugged his member, then lightly moving down his sack, reached the small hole which you circled softly with your thumb, getting the muscles there to loosen and used to the sensation.

And when you felt him relaxed, you gently dipped a finger in.

"Does it hurt? Tell me to stop if it hurts” you told him, as you raised your eyes to meet his face in search of any trace of discomfort, seeing that Ivar was biting onto his lips almost desperately, enough that you were sure he’d hurt himself, but he shook his head, and you let your finger dip further “… is it uncomfortable?”.

“… a bit” he commented, breathing hazily, as you gently tried to calm him with a few tugs on his cock “… but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought”.

“… always thinking the worst, babe” you laughed lightly, as he smirked at you, pushing himself up for a kiss, and you allowed him, meanwhile your finger prodded further and after another round of lube, another one was inserted beside the first finger.

Ivar moaned loudly and you almost thought he was in pain, but his hips pushed down onto you as his own hole tightened around your fingers, making you smirk.

You tried to scissor him open, prepping him carefully for what would be coming next, in an agonizing foreplay that got Ivar feverish and when you were halfway through a third finger, he had almost spent another load of his seed onto the bed sheets, desperately begging you to simply ‘fuck him’.

Gosh, hadn’t Ivar been against it after this, you would have loved to see him doing the same thing all over again.

Him begging you with those icy eyes was something that made you fell damnably powerful.

“Ok ok, sweetheart” you relented, as he whined loudly when you retreated your fingers form inside of himself, meanwhile the man bucked right against your thighs, searching for any kind of friction, but you pushed him back on the bed “… won’t you wait like a good boy for me?”.

That seemed to calm him down as you saw again that submissive streak in his eyes.

As you put on your strap-on, it almost seemed a show, the way you tightened almost awkwardly the straps around your legs, trying to adjust them carefully, almost making Ivar laugh as you tripped on the harness.

Ivar sent you a playful look as you lowered yourself on bed, letting him feel the toy, against him, as you moved down his body, to get him adjusted to the feeling, to see if it made him feel uncomfortable, but Ivar looked like he just itched to feel it in himself.

“… are you ready?” you asked, as you gently teased his opening with the tip of the dildo, having dipped it in lube, making a show of spreading it around your own plastic cock, something that had gotten a an hungry look from your boyfriend.

“Yes” he muttered “… if I have to wait longer, I’ll fucking burst”.

You smirked at his impatience, and dropped down for another soft kiss, before you pushed in attentively watching Ivar’s face and although it scrunched down in pain, Ivar didn’t tell you anything, even as you checked in, reassuring you that it was fine.

And you started gently to push more inside, till half of the length was inside, and then bottoming out, as Ivar instead gripped you from inside, his left hand going to your own, as they joined above his head getting you to push yourself down, enough for Ivar to have your breasts in front of him, quickly sucking one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

And soon you lost the rhythm of your hips, as you pushed yourself in and out of Ivar, the man underneath of you, thrusting his cock up in the air, brushing sometimes against the leather of the harness, eventually getting him to spill on it, as he clenched on your toy.

He gripped you tightly, when the fateful moment happened, screwing his eyes shut, as he bit down on your nipple and hadn’t you been feeling quite the hot haze of the whole situation, you were sure that you’d have undoubtedly felt pain, since his grip was tight.

But so was your clenched center, wet enough that you were sure you had drenched the sheets underneath you.

Ivar certainly had dirtied them, but as you exited him, he brought you to fall on him, wanting desperately your nearness, although there was quite so much to do, since you were both drenched in massage oil, sweat and lube a mixture that could be quite smelly, alongside needing to change your sheets.

But Ivar needed you.

And after such a tough session, you couldn’t deny him anything, till he slowly came back to you a light embarrassed laugh on his mouth, as he noticed his situation, suggesting a quick bath for you both, almost raising himself to start it.

But you pushed him back, telling him to let you do something for him, after what he had done for you tonight.

And he looked at you almost like a lost puppy, unused to somebody caring for him in such an intimate way, so he didn’t say anything and half an hour later of him slowly coming down from his head-state, you were immersed in your bathtub, as Ivar gently held your waist and leaned on your back.

"Did you like it?" you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him, since, although he had seemed to enjoy it in the moment, he was now blushy and soft, definitely a bit ashamed of himself, and you wanted to know what and how to reassure him.

"Would you judge me if I said I did?" he replied, glad not to have to face you and you allowed that, although you reached out for his hand, to let him know that the words that exited your mind were the truth.

“… not in the slightest” you commented, softly kissing one of his strong arms “… I couldn’t in the slightest, when you looked so fucking exciting”.

Your core still throbbed at that, and Ivar noticed it with the way you shifted in his lap.

“Oh, did I?” and his fingers moved underneath you “… because maybe I also found you hot as hell”.

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writingstudent · 8 years ago

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Not Asking

Ivar x plus size!Reader

Mobile Masterlist || Buy Me A Coffee || Ask Away

Warnings: swearing (i think), kissing, uhm, and just Ivar

You looked in the mirror, admiring the beauty of your new hairdo. You had recently arrived to the Northern lands, taken by the Vikings as a future bride, and your fingers were slowly growing accustomed to braiding the same patterns you saw in so many other women’s hair. “Future bride” is a rather generic term – no one truly knew why you were taken, not that you objected to being swept on a boat with a bunch of rugged muscular men. You were to be married to one of them, that was for sure, but to whom and when no one knew. It was more of a matter of entertainment you guessed.

Little did they know that you were actually an explorer yourself. You set out to travel from your small farming town when you realized that you had grown utterly sick of the routine of it, and could not bear another day in it. Your family had been a rather wealthy one, compared to all the other ones in the town, and thus you had the possibility of more nutrition. Hence, your slightly rounder figure.

Back in your home town it was considered a rarity- something exquisite and sign of beauty and plenty when a woman possessed more curves. You were never shy about it, and you felt no need to hide them. Once you stepped foot on the Northern lands, you realized that their vision was completely different. All the women around you were hard worked – either from labor or training. Even those who were not worked at all still had a slender figure, such as the apparent queen herself.

You had not been here for long, it was your second week at most, and you were picking up a few words in their harsh tongue. The sounds were rather odd when they came from your own mouth, but were so fitting when they rolled off the tongues of the exquisite men that surrounded you.

You shuddered at the memory of a certain persona whispering hotly in your ear, the incomprehensible sounds were meaningless to you, but that did not stop you from shivering at the feeling of his warm breath hitting your exposed neck. For all you knew, he could have been describing his plan to decapitate you and paint the walls of his dining room in your blood. If you were to truly think about it, you knew that a death by his hands was more desirable to you than any other type of death. You had only been here for two weeks, but you had already fallen for his gleaming blue eyes and the unpredictable waves of anger that would radiate from his body. You loved a man who lived with passion.

All of this was the reason why you could not stay away from the prince.

You had already heard from slaves, servants, and even the prince’s own brothers that you should keep a distance from him. He ‘was dangerous’ and ‘might hurt you badly’. They did not realize how badly you wanted to be hurt by him.

You saw the way that the men of Kattegat looked at you when you stepped off the boat. It was a mixture of wonder, curiosity and lust. The ultimate concoction to make your ego boost beyond belief.

You had never truly wanted many things in life, other than travelling beyond the walls of your small village, being recognized as more than just a woman and the man that plagued your mind the past few days; and when you wanted something, you took it. Guess you were very similar to the heathens you were currently living with in that regard, albeit much more soft spoken.

You sighed looking away from the mirror and now searching for your shoes, trying to shake your thoughts off.

An aggressive rap against your wooden door interrupted you in the process of fitting on your left shoe. You peered curiously at the door, waiting a few seconds. Who could it be?

The servants who would be occasionally send by to check on you would be ever so timid with their interruptions, while your new found friends would immediately slam the door open, or curse you out in their language when it was locked.

Another hurried set of bangs rung through the room. You crossed your small home in two long strides and put your hand on the door, hesitantly opening it.

Your breath caught in your chest at the sight in front of you.

It was him.

His face was red, his eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flaring with anger.

“My brothers said that I would never be able to have any woman’s interest,” Ivar drawled, not even greeting you as he allowed himself inside your house.

“Of course, I know they are wrong.”

Your face flared up a light shade of red as embarrassment welled up in your stomach. Did he come here to laugh at you?

“ Ah ah ah”

His hand attached itself with a strong hold to your jaw, the small indents of his rough fingers framed your face in a way that Ivar could only describe as desirable. The gods knew that not even they could keep Ivar away from what he wanted.

“ And what could be a better way of showing them just how wrong they are if not by bringing Kattegat’s most beautiful woman to dinner with me ?”

His face came so deliciously close to your own that you had to tilt your head backwards to see it better, craning your neck with primitive need.

Ivar’s eyes glazed over, a small growl leaving his lips in approval of the dominance you were allowing him to have over you.

“ Is that a question?”

Your own voice sounded very foreign to you - much breathier and high pitched, almost to the point you couldn’t recognize it.

“ I am not asking “

This time it was the corners of your lips to quirk up in a light smirk. You blew a bit of air in his face, chuckling at his slightly angered expression.

“ Now, that isn’t a nice way of asking a lady”

Where had this sudden gust of confidence come from?

Maybe you had been reading too many of those explicit novels you had found the men bringing back with them - the gods forbid they would be interested in reading anything that is not related to raids or sex.

“ I am not asking”

Ivar grit his teeth, but the annoyance he felt was quickly replaced with amusement and desire when he saw the way you looked at him.

Your eyes were shining, sparked by something that seemed to interest them, your cheeks still keeping the rosy complexion they had acquired not long ago while your lips were lightly parted, your tongue peeking out of your mouth.

“ Plus,” his other hand was now on your waist, trailing dangerously low,

“you certainly are no lady”

Your eyes rolled back and you stepped sideways, taking the heathen with you as you supported some of your weight against the doorframe.

“Thank you” you breathed out, letting your hands finally explore the face of the man you were dying to know more of- in all the meanings of the expression.

In a moment his lips were on yours, attacking them with such force that you would not have been able to resist him even if you had tried. It was almost as if he expected you to push him away, but you only drew him closer, your hands going to his hair and pulling on the soft strands of it.

His teeth bit your lower lip, pulling it towards himself as he sucked on it before his tongue brushed against it, soothing out the damage he had done.

You did not have a long time to react, as he soon pulled away, resting his forehead against yours in a rather forceful way.

His husky voice made your insides melt as much as what he said next surprised you.

“ Thank you”

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akamaiden · 7 years ago

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HI MARIII, congrats on your 700 followers (sorry, i'm late af) ♡ may I get number 4 from sarcastic list and number 7 from nsfw? For ivar, yay

A/N: Okay this the sequence for this Drabble. Also, italic means flashback.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader (platonic).

Warnings: Ivar gets what he deserves.

Words: 1098.

You were walking around the streets of Kattegat, you had some things to do before you get some rest.

Raids were what get you living and everything but settling down after the raids was so good as going on one.

You went to the blacksmith to order some new daggers and you talked with him for some time.

When you leave him you saw Ivar standing against to the wall looking at you. You had two options talk to him or ignore him, you chose the last option. You were almost leaving him behind when he grabbed you by your arm and slammed you against the wall.

“What the actual fuck?” you groaned.

“I want to talk to you,” Ivar said.

“I don't have nothing to talk to you, Ivar,” you said.

“So my brother fucking you is nothing?” he asked.

“This is none of your business,” you said.

“I thought you loved me. Good way to show your love, fucking my brother,” he said.

“Are you even hearing yourself? You are married! Remember when I said what I felt for you? You said that you didn't feel the same and you'd marry that stupid slave,” you said.

“Freydis. Her name is-”

“I don't give a fuck about her name! Fuck you, Ivar! I share my body with who I want and you have no right to say a shit about it!” you said with your voice trembling.

You and Ivar used to be best friends and he was the first man that you loved and for some time you really believed that you and him will ended up marrying and having at least four kids.

But when he became the leader of the Great Heathen Army everything changed. He wasn't your best friend anymore, he didn't accept anyone's suggestions, he was rude and sometimes even cruel with his own people.

And obviously he had a woman at his side, or his lap. A stupid girl that used to be a slave. You always felt that had something wrong with her.

You even tried to stop Ivar from marrying her but it was pointless. He used to think with his dick when it becomes to her.

You tried everything, you even confessed your feelings for him.

“I've always loved you and I always will. Please, don't marry her. Don't hurt me like this,” you said to him.

“I don't feel the same way... I see you like a sister, Y/N,” he said.

And since then everything changed. Ivar was no longer your best friend, he didn't even talked to you. It was like you didn't exist anymore.

This was like six moons ago and the only thing that kept you alive was Hvitserk. He was such a sweetheart. Always worried about you, always doing everything that he could do to bring a smile to your face.

One day you two drank a way too much in a feast and when he guided you to your house, he ended up staying and then you two had a really intense night together.

It was your first time with a man and sincerely there was no better partner for this. Hvitserk made you feel loved and desired.

Gods, you were slowly forgetting Ivar. When you were with Hvitserk you didn't even remember Ivar's existence.

And probably because you're no longer available to give your life for the man in front of you, he was now requiring explanations from you.

You didn't notice exactly when you started crying you just saw Ivar getting closer to you, cleaning your face from the salty tears that kept rolling through your cheeks.

“I know you love me, Y/N. I'm the King, I can perfectly have two wifes. Would you like that? Finally being with the man that you love,” he said.

It took you some time to understanding what he was suggesting but when you finally did it, you shoved him off.

You slammed him against the wall and pressed one of your new daggers on his neck.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked with your jaw clenched.

“C'mon, drop this dagger. We're in the middle of the street,” he said.

“Do you really think that I'd be your second wife? That I'd call your stupid queen ‘sister’?” you yelled at his face.

“Okay, I got it. Now drop the fucking dagger,” he repeated.

“You know what? You're right,” you said giving him your prettiest smile.

You saw his eyes shinning with lust and happiness. He was really thinking that you'd accept be his second wife.

“I'm fucking with your brother. Gods, Hvitserk is the best man I could ask for. He makes me cum so many times in only one night, Ivar. And the things that he does with his tongue,” you said.

You saw the shine of his eyes disappear and he clenched his jaw.

“Do you really think that I'd leave him to be your second wife? Look at me Ivar, I'm the fiercest shieldmaiden you ever saw. I've killed so many times, I helped you to conquer things and territories and don't you dare try saying the opposite. I deserve more,” you said.

“Once you were what I wanted the most. I'd do anything for you, anything Ivar. But you fell for the first cunt that you saw. You're pathetic,” you continued.

“We used to be friends,” he said.

“Yes and what you did? Exactly. You started ignoring me. It was like I didn't exist for you. Do you have any idea of how much I suffered? No, of course you don't,” you said.

“Y/N, I-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You shouted. You took a long breath before continuing, “Now I moved on, and I'm so happy with your brother, Ivar. I love him. Gods, I love Hvitserk so much,” you said.

Actually, it was the first time you felt comfortable to say this but it was the truth. Finally you were feeling ready to tell exactly what your heart felt.

“And I'm asking you to not come after me again saying this kind of bullshit. Respect your brother's happiness. It's all I ask,” you said.

He only nodded and you took the dagger from his neck and when you gave the first step his words made you froze.

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass,” he said.

“It's too late, I don't love you anymore. Actually I don't feel nothing else for you. It's like when it comes to you I'm an empty hole,” you said and started walking. This time he had no words for you.

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voxmortuus · 4 years ago

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VoxMortuus Master List

Hello, so I've been writing more, yay? LOL! Ok, so now that I've gotten into the groove of writing I've decided to make a master list.

DON'T HESITATE TO MAKE A REQUEST! REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! Just shoot me an inbox or an ask! Anonymous asks are always expectable!

Hannibal Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Second Masterlist

I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ALL FANFICTIONS ON THIS LIST WERE CREATED UNDER MY OLD ACCOUNT NAME AND HAVE THE OLD MASTERLINK ATTACHED TO THE WORK. SO, KEEP IN MIND YOU WILL NEED TO GO BACK RATHER THAN JUST CLICKING ON THE MASTERLINK OPTION IN THE WRITTEN WORK. ANY REBLOGS OF THIS MASTERLIST HAVE OLD LINKS IN THEM AND WILL TAKE YOU TO SOME OTHER SITE. PLEASE SEEK OUT THE ORIGINAL LIST AND NOT THE REBLOGGED LIST.

Other works below the cut

Scream (1996 Movie)

Billy Loomis - Mine - Imagine

Randy Meeks - Randy's Car - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

The Punisher (Netflix)

ON HIATUS!!! Billy Russo New Job Series Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 3 NSFW - SMUT

Billy Russo: Want To Try That Again - Imagine

Billy Russo - Making Billy Russo Panic - Imagine

Billy Russo - Billy Russo Having A Daddy Moment - Imagine

Billy Russo - Billards - Imagine

Billy Russo - Late Night - Imagine

Billy Russo - Mute Button - Imagine

Billy Russo - The Voicemail

Billy Russo - Uncle Billy Russo - Request

Billy Russo - Confusion

Billy Russo - Truly Impressed - Anon Event Request

The Boys

Billy Butcher - Joy Ride - Event Request - NSFW - SMUT

Billy Butcher - Size Matters? - Anon Event Request

Billy Butcher - LIAR! | LIAR! pt. 2 - Anon Event Request

Hughie Campbell - Learning Curve - Request

Movies

Invisible Man - Know Your Place (NSFW) - Adrian Griffin - Request NSFW - SMUT

The Cotton Club - Swooning Over Dixie Dwyer - Dixie Dwyer - Request - NSFW - SMUT

Prisoners - Quiet Game - Detective David Loki - Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Heathers - Sexy Chaos - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Heathers - Stockholm Syndrome - Jason Dean - Event Request NSFW - Light Smut & Violence

American Gods

Behind Closed Doors Shadow Moon - Request NSFW - SMUT

Making You Happy Mad Sweeney NSFW - SMUT

Mad Sweeney - I Will Eat You - Drabble

Shadow Moon - Sleep Tight - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - New Spot - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Fuck Yourself - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Date Night - Anon Collab Imagine NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Curvy Roads - Being Curvy and Dating Shadow Moon Would Include - Anon Request

Shadow Moon - Take-Out - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Butt-Dialed - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Shadow Moon - Reflexes - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

The Fall

The Thrill | Chapter 1 - Death (NSFW) - Paul Spector (NSFW due to heavy violence) - Request

Paul Spector - His Eyes and My Last Breath - Anon Request

Paul Spector - Incoming Call - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Vikings

Ivar the Boneless - Being Sold by Your Brother - Imagine

Ivar the Boneless - Being His Secret - Drabble

Ivar The Boneless - Teasing Ivar - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Hard Talk - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Defending His Goddess - Imagine

Ivar The Boneless - Hush My King NSFW - SMUT

Modern Ivar - Power Exchange - Anon Event Request NSFW - SMUT

Ivar The Boneless - Fear Not Slave - Event Request

Hemlock Grove

Roman Godfrey - Under your Skin - Imagine

Roman Godfrey - I Get Off On You NSFW - SMUT

Sherlock (BBC)

Jim Moriarty - Pushing Jim Moriarty's Buttons - Imagine

AHS

JPM - Dating James Patrick March Would Include - DWI

I Would Kill For You - Anon Request - James Patrick March

Tate Langdon - Good Books - Imagine

JPM - Little Poppet - Request NSFW - SMUT

JPM - Pleasure Lesson - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Jimmy Darling - Virgin Diaries - Anon Request NSFW - light SMUT

Night Stalker 1984 -Satanic Panic - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Fifty Shades

Christian Grey - Don't Keep Him Waiting - Imagine

Christian Grey - Observing - Imagine

Christian Grey - Asking For It - NSFW - SMUT

Supernatural

Working With Dean - Request NSFW - SMUT

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby - Am I Laughing? - Imagine

Thomas Shelby - Anxiety - Anon Request

Michael Gray - Rough Day - Imagine

Marvel/DC

REQUEST ONLY. WILL NOT FREEWRITE.

Bucky Barns - Strangers - Imagine

Doctor Stephen Strange - Heart Stone - Anon Event Request

Eclipse (Marcos Diaz The Gifted) - Joy Riding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

BBC Netflix Dracula

Dracula - Caged Dove - NSFW - SMUT

Chris Evans Works

Frank Adler - Summer Fling - Part 1 Part 2

Video Games

Request only. Will not Freewrite

Arthur Morgan - Don't Peek - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - The Distraction - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - Peepin' Arthur - Imagine

Arthur Morgan - A Familiar World - Request NSFW - SMUT

Arthur Morgan - Stranger Danger Mode Off - Request NSFW - SMUT

Lee Everett - Close Bonding - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Joel Miller - Releasing Tension - Request NSFW - SMUT

RL Fantasy RP / RL Fantasy RP AU

Ateez Park Seonghwa - Tonight, I Make You Mine - AU NSFW - SMUT

Neal Schon - Well Shit - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

Eddie Van Halen - Wet Dreams - AU - Anon Request NSFW - SMUT

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