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Bjorn Ironside*Captured
Pairing: bjorn x f!rival!reader
Kinktober Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward
Word count: 1818
Warnings: bjorn capturing you, imprisonment, fighting/sparing, not extreme violence though, making out, fingering, very slight nipple play, semi public sex, p in v sex, choking, teasing, size kink, smut 18+
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You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to turn around and meet them. His feet dragged against the dry dirt ground till he was able to lean his tree trunk of a body against a wall, his gaze still hot on your skin.
“Well, well, well,” his lips taunted, and it took everything in you not to try kick at him but with your hands tied behind your back you knew it was a lost cause. Maybe if you managed to grab his axe but no, not yet “What do we have here?” you could hear his feet begin to drag again.
The tree was hard against your back, inescapable with how they had bound your wrists behind your back before leashing you to its trunk. As Bjorn walked to stand in front of you, your eyes moved to look at an empty patch of ground, his boots in the corner of your eyes.
“My, my, your quiet now little one,” his voice gritted through your ears like a father taunting his child. He even crouched down as if to speak to one, his elbows resting on his knees as his eyes bore into your skull, “Too afraid to even look at me,”
“I’m not afraid of you,” you spat out before you could think. A small chuckle escaped his throat, “Your men fight dirty,”
“My men fight like men,” he said, as if he’d called the sky blue, “Not my fault you weren’t good enough,”
“Five men against one? Hardly seems fair,” you laughed, finally meeting his cold blue eyes. “Especially when they come into my tent when even the moon had left the sky,”
“You should have had someone on guard,” he said, standing up as if he was going to walk away.
You scoffed at his antics making him pause, “You ambushed me. Me against you? I’d be gone before you found where I stuck my knife,”
Bjorn laughed this time, a deep laugh from the pits of his belly as he sauntered back to you, “Really little bird? You think you could fight me? Me?” he repeated, gesturing to himself as he laughed which only made the fire in your belly grow hotter, “Tell you what little one. I untie you, we fight, I win, I tie you back up assuming you’re not dead by the end of it,”
You rolled your eyes as he crouched back down in front of you, “And if I win?”
“If you win,” he said, gesturing out with his hands as he looked around, “you are free. I will give you whatever it is your little heart desires,” he said, poking his finger into your chest prompting you to kick his knee to push him away.
Bjorn scowled as he caught his balance, standing over you like a hundred-year-old tree. His scowl would scare most but you just glared up at him, waiting for him to untie you, “Do we have a deal? Or do I need to fight you with no hands?” you asked, cutting off his scowl.
Silently he moved behind you, slicing the ropes making you jump to your feet, turning to face him, “My weapon?” you asked, holding out your hand.
Bjorn smirked, “I said nothing about a weapon little one,” he said before lunging at you.
While Bjorn was large and could probably split someone in half if he wished you were fast. So fast you dodged his lunge, his punches, and his kicks. As he ran at you again you ducked under his arm, running to a nearby branch. You took hold of the cold wood in your hand, pulling yourself up then swinging yourself back, kicking him full force in the chest as he ran for you again.
He was sent spiralling to the ground, a loud thump echoing his fall as a low growl came from his throat. The only thing you’d commend him on is the fact he’d yet to reach for his axe. As he ran for you again you almost got past. That was till his hand caught your hair, sending you spiralling towards the ground.
You rolled out of the fall, an ache coming from your head, but you had to keep going. You grabbed another branch, almost ready to kick again when a large hand wrapped around your ankle. You couldn’t help the squeal as Bjorn pulled you from the tree, sending you back to the dirt, this time moving to cage you in with his arms as he hovered on top of you.
“Your quick,” he panted, trying to catch his breath, “I’ll give you that. But not quick enough,” he teased, leaning down with a smirk.
When you tried to move his large hand wrapped around your neck, gripping the sides of your throat, “I’m not done with you little one,”
“What?” you spat, your hand grabbing at his wrist, “You gonna kill me? Seems like a waste of a good fight,”
“Oh no,” he said, his face moving down even closer, “I had a much better idea in mind,” he said, his hand moving from your throat to your hair, pulling your face up till your lips were brushing, “After all we have a lot in common you and I,” he said, his lips ghosting over yours.
“Like what?” you spat, trying to act like there was not a strange feeling washing over your stomach like butterflies in a cage.
Bjorn chuckled softly, “Like the fact all you can think about is me fucking you senseless,” he teased and for the first time you felt your throat grow dry and the words leave your mind, “Aw cat caught your tongue again? Let’s see if I can find it,” he said and before you could react his lips were pressed against yours.
His kiss was rough, and his chapped lips moved against yours in their own kind of battle. You couldn’t help but kiss back. You told yourself this was for survival, to escape, but the pang between your legs knew it was more than that as your arms reached up around his shoulders to pull him closer.
Bjorn groaned as he grinded his bulge against you and you gasped into the kiss at his size, “What’s wrong little one? Never been with a real man?” he teased.
“Shut up and kiss me you idiot,” you said, reaching for the nape of his neck to pull him back in but you gasped when his hand went back around your throat, “I- “
“No,” Bjorn said, cutting off your stutters as his hand reached for the waist band of your trousers, “I am in charge. Me,” he said, ripping the fabric down your leg, his hand still grasping your throat, “You don’t tell me what to do, got it?” he asked, and you did your best to nod without tightening his grip.
His grip loosened slightly, allowing you to breath in deeper but still enough to hold you down as his fingers slipped between your thighs. “So wet for me,” he praised, running a finger up your slit making you shiver.
You gasped when you felt his ease two fingers in, your hips instinctively bucking for more friction as Bjorn chuckled at your antics, “Such a desperate little thing,” he said, his lips crashing back down on yours as his fingers began to curl inside you. you moaned into the kiss as he moved his thumb over your clit, massaging your bundle of nerves as he fucked you on his fingers.
Bjorn enjoyed each noise, each whimper and whine, as his fingers worked slowly to untie the knot building in your stomach. Just as your body began to twitch, on the verge of your peak his fingers slipped out, a loud whine coming from your throat, “Not yet,” he warned, pulling his own trousers down slightly, “You’ve not earned it yet,” he said as he slipped his hard cock out from the fabric.
You only saw it for a moment, but it was thick, its tip red and angry as he moved to line himself up with your hole. He pushed it in slightly as you bite your lip to deal with the girth stretching you out. It was almost a relief when he pulled it out but less so when a loud tear ripped through the air, and you saw he had torn your top layer to get to your shift. You scowled as he pulled the flimsy fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cold air making your nipples perk up instantly.
He cupped your breast, his thumb flicking against your nub making you bite back a moan, “Such a pretty sight,” he praised, “Can’t make you fall apart you around my cock,” he added, thrusting in suddenly making you gasp as you stretched to take his size.
His eyes screwed shut as he sunk his length in, his head falling into the crook of his shoulder, “Feels so good,” he mumbled, his grip around your throat tightening as he began slow deep thrusts making your toes curl, your hands moving to grip his shoulders, nails sinking into back.
“Fuck,” you cursed, wrapping your legs round his waist making him hit new spots as your eyes rolled back, your peak quickly rebuilding.
His hand slipped between your body, his grip on your throat lessening slightly as his fingers found your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive bud. You didn’t care who might walk by or try disguise the moans coming from your mouth as you finally hit your peak you’d desperately been chasing. You felt your walls squeeze around him, your toes curling, as your orgasm washed over your body like a tidal wave.
“Fuck,” Bjorn muttered, his hand moving from between your bodies to beside your head. He pushed himself further up, his eyes scanning your frame as his thrusts suddenly sped up. You gasped, still riding out your orgasm as his pace sped up as his eyes focused on your bouncing tits, “Such a pretty little thing,” he grunted, “so fucking tight,” he gasped as your legs pulled him in deeper and he saw a new spark behind your eyes.
It didn’t take long for his own peak to hit and his seed to spill inside you. gasping and panting he let go of your neck, instead using his hands to steady himself above you as his eyes met yours, “Be honest,” he said, his voice hoarse, “you were planning on running when I’d finished weren’t you?” he asked.
You couldn’t help smiling lightly, a chuckle leaving your lips, “Maybe we are alike,” you teased, glancing down at the state you were in, “but I’m afraid I don’t think I could run if I tried,”
“Good,” Bjorn said, leaning down to place a last rough kiss to your lips, “I have far better plans for us,”
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Happy Birthday, Bear
My bestie @mylifeisactuallyamess pointed out that it was Alexander Ludwig's birthday, today! So, naturally, I wrote some modern!Björn birthday smut 😅
Warnings: explicit language, oral sex (M!recieving), dirty talk, not beta'd, all mistakes are my own!
"Happy birthday, bear." You whispered in his ear. With a groan, he rolled over and gently pressed his lips to yours.
"Thanks babe." He replied with a sleepy smile. You wracked your brain all month trying to figure out what to get Björn for his birthday. Ubbe finally piped up, offering an idea.
"Give him what he always wants. You. Nothing's better than birthday sex." He suggested slyly, with a crooked smile. You arranged to have the other Lothbroks out of their shared home, at least for a few hours.
You wanted to start the day off right, so you snuck out of bed, out of your shared room, and into the kitchen. Making him a beautiful stack of pancakes, you put a "32" birthday candle in them.
"Oh bear," You called to him,"Your ass better wake up if you want these pancakes hot." You declared as you opened the bedroom door. His disheveled hair, bare tattooed chest, and sleepy eyes were your favorite sight. He sat up against the headboard and stared at me with awe. "Kjæreste, you made me breakfast? In bed? With birthday candles?" He questioned amusingly.
You nodded happily. "Only the best for my birthday bear." You handed him the plateful of pancakes, sitting them gently in his lap. He reached to remove the candles when you snapped at him. "Hey! You gotta make a wish first!" You pulled Ivar's zippo out of your pocket and lit the candles. He blew them out after taking a few seconds to 'make a wish'. "Now dig in" You permitted with a smile.
While Björn ate, you started on the next part of his birthday present: A movie marathon. You told him to join you in the family room when he was finished devouring his breakfast. There you had set up a white sheet and a projector, along with a wonderful bed of blankets and pillows where the tables had been.
"Little bear, this is amazing." He said as he entered the room. The look on his face said it all. You knew it had been a long time since Björn had celebrated a birthday. You motioned for him to join you with a crook of your finger. "I figured we'd watch as many Harry Potter movies as we can handle." You told him as he settled next to you.
Not even halfway through the first movie, you started playfully nibbling at Björn's ear. "Baby, what about the movie?" He asked, knowing good and well you didn't care. Moving from his ear to his neck, you found that one spot that drove him crazy. "Kjæreste, don't start something you aren't going to finish." He moaned as you moved to straddle his lap.
"Oh, I plan on finishing, bear." You purred before enveloping his lips into a passionate kiss.
"What about you?" He inquired, breaking for air.
"Maybe when it's my birthday. Today is all about you baby. And don't you dare argue with me, Lothbrok." You rebutted. Björn nodded in agreement.
He made your work easy seeing as he was still clad in just pajama pants. You began to palm his semi-hard length. "Little bear. Don't tease." He groaned. You quickly stripped him of the pants, and brushed your fingertips over his sensitive tip. You maneuvered to place yourself between his thighs to have better access.
You lowered your head, licking him from the base to the head, giving him an extra kitten lick across the slit. A guttural moan rumbled from him. Knowing that you had him in the palm of my hand, literally, you took him down as far as you could. Björn knew that you had a goal of one day deep throating him, but fuck, the man was blessed in size.
"Fuck, baby. So good." He grunted as you bobbed your head. "God, I love it when you suck my cock. You look so pretty like this, princess. You like sucking me off, don't you baby girl?" You loved Björn's dirty mouth. He knew exactly what to say to rile you up. You let out a muffled "mmhmm" not wanting to take your mouth off him.
"Fuck, I love your mouth, so warm and wet, almost as good as that tight pussy of yours. Shit... Shit.." He groaned as he tangled his hands in your hair. "Little bear, I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..." Hot spurts of come hit the back of your throat as Björn came undone with your name leaving his mouth. You pulled off him with a pop, wiping your mouth as he came down from his orgasmic high. "Your turn," Björn growled as he scooped you up and carried you off to your room in a fit of giggles. This was going to be a long birthday celebration.
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Björn Ironside falling first.
↳ Pairing. Bjorn Ironside.
↳ Summary. Headcanons on Bjorn falling for you first and hard.
↳ Warnings. It has a NSFW part because we have seen it in the show, he can’t keep it in his pants.
↳ Note. I think by now is quite obvious that I write confident and powerful readers lmaoo.
The day he met you he knew that he will do everything in his power and more to make you his.
And although he is certain that you hate his ass and anything that has to do with him, he still greets you with a flirty smirk every time he passes you.
What he doesn’t know it’s that it’s just your personality that it’s pretty quiet for a Viking.
You also don’t want to be associated with him the same day you meet him. He can at least wait some more.
His way of courting you is by acting out of character since he doesn’t know how to even get on your good side.
When there are meetings to discuss what to do with the settlement he has on different lands, he asks for you to sit by his side even though you’re not his right hand.
On raids, he orders for your tent to be right by his tent and he may or may not have the order to change your furs for his, so you can be more comfortable.
When there’s a feast, he orders you to sit by his side on the throne and although you hate it, you do so since he’s the king.
“Are you enjoying the night, Y/N?” He will murmur right onto your ear.
“I would enjoy it a little more if I was at the table with the other shield-maiden.” You say, your tone is not harsh but it’s not flirty like his.
“You know that you can go, you are a free woman.” He smirks, his stare lowering to your cleavage.
“So you can go and sit there by my side, making all the women uncomfortable since you had sex with half of them?” You ask with a smile, and he shrugs humming.
“I can’t deny or confirm that.”
“Right.”
He gets jealous every time he sees one of his men talking to you. Not because of the talking, no, but because you're smiling at them.
“You never smile at me.” Like he always does, he murmurs into your ear, standing so close behind you that his chest is pressed to your back.
“Why would I?” You hum.
“You should, don’t you think?” He whispers, caressing your neck with his nose.
“I’ll try.” And like always, you left him hanging and start walking.
The moment when he feels as if you don’t hate him that much is when he is wounded in a fight and you lose your cool, running to his side and taking care of the five men that got him to that state. After that you don’t let nobody get close to him, making it your job to clean his wounds every day and heal him.
It was in that moment where you let your walls down and he can see right through your acts that you want him just as much as he wants you. So he grabs you by the neck and kisses you hard.
That’s the start of your relationship with Björn Ironside.
Now, you don’t change that much towards him, except that now he can touch you and kiss you. And that he does a lot, he does not care if you’re alone or if there are people around.
Because you have been a witness of two of his marriages when you were still training to be a shield-maiden you are always alert. Always with the thought at the back of your mind that one day you will find him cheating.
So imagine your surprise when you come home from training with the new shield maiden and find him touching himself and moaning your name.
“Mhm, I see you’ve started without me.” You murmur, leaning on the doorframe. He looks up and bites his lower lip.
“Today I can’t stop the craving of being inside you and you weren’t here,” He says in a rush, he makes space for you on the bed. “Come please, make a mess of me.”
NSFW properly.
He thought he will have you in the palm of his hand the moment he beds you. Oh, how wrong he was.
He gets addicted to you as we just saw before the nsfw cut. He wants to go at it at all times.
You are going to take a bath? Let him join you and ride him until the tub gets empty from all the movements.
You are healing his wounds? Ride him slowly because it hurts him more not being inside you.
You’re sitting by his side on the throne? Let him touch your chest discretely.
He is insatiable.
The good thing? You are too and that plays a big part in his addiction.
He adores to see you rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he rolls his hips, he adores to hear you beg for him to breed you, to make you his, how can he not be addicted to you?
He absolutely adores when you start the deed, which is usually by dismissing everybody in the great hall and then getting naked in front of him. He makes you ride him right there and then.
It’s safe to say that he does not get bored of you and you ended up being his last wife.
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Married Woman (Ivar & Bjorn)
You find yourself attracted to a man that is not your husband. Worst of all, he loves you too.
The first time you saw him, you were instantly drawn to him. It was not because he is a son of Ragnar, you didn’t even know at the beginning. It was all himself. His broad shoulders and his blue eyes were quick to hypnotize you. The next thing you knew, you were in his bed. You could easily say that night was one of the best you spent with him. From then on, your relationship moved quite fast. He wanted to marry you, and you didn’t oppose. You married at Hedeby, his mother’s domain. You met him there when he came back from avenging his father in England. Your family just moved to the town in hopes to marry you. They were not disappointed when Bjorn Ironside took you as his. Not that you were complaining. Marrying a prince was more than you were expecting, considering that your parents are farmers.
“It’s really hard to be here and look at you, as though I’m not completely in love with you.”
The thread you were knitting breaks when you hear Ivar behind you. You stand up and turn to face him. He is by the door that leads to the hall. You take a quick look around the resting room, you are lucky it’s empty right now.
“Ivar, you know you can not say those things.” You scold, looking directly at him.
His gaze is so intense you have to look back at your knitting. You are making a robe for Bjorn. Lately, he has been a little distant. You think it is perhaps because you have yet to get pregnant. Yet, considering that you have not slept together in two weeks, it is a little hard to do so.
“It is the truth, should I lie, uhm?” he raises a brow mockingly.
You met Ivar a few months ago when Bjorn decided to come back to Kattegat for a while. You had just been married for a few weeks then, still, you instantly knew that Bjorn was not a man that stayed in one place. When you arrived at Kattegat, you also learned that you were not your husband’s first wife. Apparently, Torvi had just separated from him before he went to Hedeby. And he had another wife before her that disappeared.
You leave your knitting behind and walk to the other side of the room. “It is something you should not say to your brother’s wife,” you respond without glancing his way.
Ivar has always harbored feelings for you. They were not evident at first. He was just kinder to you than he was to everyone else. Then he started to get bolder, to the point that even Ubbe had noticed. Luckily, neither Queen Aslaug nor Bjorn suspected anything. You thought that perhaps if they knew, they would surely kick you out. Not that it was your fault Ivar felt that way, or that you have done anything with him. You have not.
You hear Ivar’s crutch as he approaches you. Your heart starts pounding rapidly inside your chest. Even if you have never done anything, you cannot deny how your body reacts to him. It is not that you do not have feelings for Bjorn anymore, it is just that what Ivar brings out in you is stronger. Ivar’s hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers delicately trace inconsistent patterns on your hip bone. Your skin burns to the contact in spite of the clothing in its way. You try desperately to control your breathing. He cannot know that his desire is reciprocated because if he does, you are scared of what he will do. You are scared you might do not want to stop him.
“My brother does not deserve you,” he whispers in your ear. “You know how he is. I’m sure Torvi has warned you he is quick to fall out of love.” She did warn you, but you refuse to believe it.
You try to step away, but he does not let you. “It is fine, once I am with child it will be fine.” you attempt to justify.
Your skin feels hot to the touch. You want to escape the feelings that Ivar causes in you, so you think that if you turn around, he will put distance between you. However, once your eyes clash with his, his hold on you tightens. You have never been this close to Ivar. For a moment, all of your rational thoughts leave your brain instantly. The only thing you can think of is his eyes. They are so unlike his brother’s. The shade is the same, yet they transmit something entirely different. They make you feel something completely new.
At that moment of insanity, you take a step towards him. Your senses drown in his presence. You feel you, yet you feel more. Your hand finds its way to his neck. He is taller than you and you love it. His chest clashes with yours and both your breaths mix. You do not know what you are doing, but it feels so right. It is like welcoming your lover after how long raid far from home. It is everything you wish you felt with Bjorn but never did.
“Once you are with me,” he murmurs on your lips, “it will be fine.”
You do not have time to process what is happening, or even to think. One moment he is looking at you like you are his whole life, and the next, he is eating you like you are the greatest feast ever served. His lips mold perfectly with yours. Your hands cup his neck exquisitely. His hand moves from your hip to your back, leaving a trace of fire on its path. Your tongues dance like never before, and you forget your name. It feels like, before this moment, you didn't truly know what happiness and passion were like.
You feel the hold on his crutch slightly wavering. You know that he is strong, yet he must be feeling lightheaded like you. You part from him momentarily, and he tries to follow your lips with his. You pay no mind and quickly locate a chair nearby. You push him towards it. He sits with a puzzled look on his face. Still, he easily knows what you are up to once you climb on his lap.
Your mouths take no time to find each other again. Now, both of his hands caress your sides and your back lovingly. Meanwhile, yours play with his braided hair. You wish it were loose so you could run your fingers through it. You move your hips involuntarily. That causes a moan to escape his mouth. If you were not aroused before, you are now. You continue with your movements so you can listen to the delicious sounds his mouth makes. It is until he places his hand in your left breast that you realize you are moaning too. Right now, you are not thinking that you are in a room where anyone could walk in. You are not thinking about Bjorn. Or the fact that you are kissing his brother.
A loud crash breaks the atmosphere instantly. In the doorway, a male thrall is standing with a surprised look on his face. At his feet, there is a jug with spilled mead. You quickly climb out of Ivar. The thrall turns away, apologizes, and scurries off. You do not try to go after him to prevent him from saying anything. You are too embarrassed to even glance at Ivar. The silence stretches for a moment.
“I…” before Ivar can say something else, you run out the door.
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A few days go by. You have been ignoring Ivar ever since the kiss. You only talked when he told you that he took care of the thrall. You did not ask what he did, but you suspect it. A dead slave would not be questioned. In that short conversation, you only managed to nod and flee. The desire you feel for him is too great to simply ignore. Now that he knows he is reciprocated, he has been more persistent in his advances. It has made it nearly impossible to avoid him. Still, what you fear the most is that if you are in a room alone with him, all of your resolutions will be broken again. You fear Bjorn noticing your heart no longer belongs to him. You do not think he will hold it against you, but you still care for him. You do not want to break his heart.
On the other hand, some part of you believes it will not be broken. He has kept on being distant towards you. The night you kissed Ivar, you tried to sleep with him out of guilt. Your advances were stronger than the nights before, and he finally complied. It is safe to say that was the worst sex of your life. At first, he could not get it up, and then it was just not… satisfying. You had to conjure the image of his brother in your mind in order to finish. So, even more so than the neglecting, that was what made you think there could be another woman. Torvi had warned you, so had Ivar and Ubbe. You did not believe it then. Now you do.
As you follow Bjorn through the streets of Kattegat, some part of you wishes to be wrong. You do not want him to cheat on you, which is a bit hypocritical considering you kissed Ivar.
A woman crashes with you, and she murmurs insults your way. Nevertheless, when she looks at your face, she stops. Recognition flashes in her eyes. She smirks, apologizes, and then says something like "one of Ironside wives". The comment bothers you, not because that would make you second to other women in Bjorn's life, but because that means that you are not even memorable to the people of Kattegat. They think you will be gone soon, forgotten in the list of many wives. That you are just one of the many he will have. Still, you must not let it show that it bothered you, so you look down on her way and walk off.
The little encounter makes you lose sight of Bjorn. It takes you a while to find again his blond hair in the crowd. When you do, you see him entering a cabin on the outskirts of town. It was hard to trail him without him noticing, but now that you have seen where he went, you do not want to ruin it. You wait a few minutes at a safe distance, but no one comes inside. Slowly, you approach the place. Your heart is pounding rapidly, wondering what you will find.
The first thing you notice is the loud moans of a woman. That makes you freeze on the spot. Your head screams ‘I knew it’ but you need to see, to make sure. There is a crack in the wood near the door, you go near it. The hole is big enough to show you what is inside. From your spot, you have a direct view of the bed. You are not surprised by what you see.
Your husband, Bjorn, is bent over a woman laying in fours on the bed. You cannot see her face, but you distinguish blonde hair. Bjorn is pounding rapidly into her. The cabin is filled with her moans and the obscene sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Bjorn groans above her. He grabs her by the hair, lifting her face, and that is when you recognize her. You have never talked with her, after all, she is merely a thrall. You think her name is Freydis. You remember her because she used to cling to Ivar until she realized he was not interested. Back then, you had been slightly jealous. Now, looking at your husband fuck her makes you feel… relief.
You had expected to drown in betrayal or heartbreak. None of that happens. Instead, it is then that you realize that you can be free about your feelings for Ivar. If Bjorn does not care about you any longer, then it does not matter that you are in love with another. You no longer have to remain loyal to him or feel guilty over a simple kiss. Especially with him fucking a slave for Odin knows how long. However, you crave closure. So while Bjorn is still pounding her cunt, you open the door noisily.
Your husband looks up from his task and stops abruptly. He says your name, shocked, and pushes Freydis away. The slave falls to the ground with a thud, but you do not spare a glance her way.
“I know now why you were distant,” you talk first.
He stands up and covers himself with the furs. “I…”
You do not let him talk. You have never seen Bjorn Ironside startled, yet it is your turn to express your feelings. “It is ok, Bjorn. I do not mind, nor do I feel betrayed. Everyone warned me this would happen. Tell me, do you still love me?”
He is even more surprised now. He looks down at Freydis and then at you. He seems embarrassed, though certain. It takes him a while to answer. “I am sorry. I still care about you, but not the way I used to.”
You nod in understanding. “It seems like the gods had put us together to derive our paths to someone else.”
For a moment, he appears confused. Then, a knowing smile overcomes his face. “Ivar, am I right?”
Now is your time to be startled. “How did you…”
He interrupts you. “He is not very subtle… The way he looks at you, I have never looked at anyone that way.” At least he is honest about not loving the thrall either. Then, he adds: “just be careful with him, yes? He is still Ivar The Boneless.” You both know what he means, but you are done listening to your now ex-husband. You nod at him and walk away.
Your body is buzzing with freedom inside your veins. The love and desire you feel for Ivar drives you to search for him. You know he must be in the forest right now, probably in the spot he showed you once; where he went to think. It is not very far from where you are now. You bypass half Kattegat and then scurry off into the woods. The hike seems endless, but it is the best one of your life. Your heart beats fast, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You have to control yourself before you meet him . You tell yourself that over and over again. And yet, when you see his back, you shout his name. He turns around and sees you.
He is confused, you can see it in his eyes, but when you sit in his lap and kiss him senselessly, he does not pull away. He places his hands on your face and pulls you closer. You know that you must explain everything to him. Tell him that you are no longer married, that your heart belongs to him, that you want with him what you could not with his brother. You want to tell him that and more, but for now, you express it in the kiss. And when he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you know he understands.
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Bjorn's hips slam into your cunt from behind, the bed shaking so much the headboard slams against the wall. forcing you to stay there. his cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls, hitting the right angle to make you see stars. “fuck, your pussy’s so good baby.” he groans, gripping your hips so hard, you felt the crescent-shaped dips forming already. he was a very possessive man, always wanting to leave his mark on you. whether it be scratches, hickies, bruises, he needed it. “choke me. please, Bjorn.” You begged, making him go feral. he wrapped his bicep around your throat, flexing his muscles to restrain you even more. you clenched around him, not knowing if you’d be able to last any longer. a breathless moan escapes your lips, your hands gripping the pillow in front of you. suddenly, you felt him grip you by your hair, pulling you up towards him. “Perfect little toy, all just for me.” He whispered into your ear, his arm moving in front of your chest to keep you up. you shuddered at his words, your pussy swallowing him even further. The sound of his heavy breathing and the wet squelching noises their bodies were making echoed throughout the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. You closed your eyes and focused on enjoying every last drop of his cum as it filled you up completely. While trying to catch your breath, he placed you down on the bed gently, then laid beside you. he rubbed your back as he grabbed your water beside the bed, then got up to start his aftercare routine with you. he loved fucking you every which way you wanted, but loved taking care of you after sex even more. you felt your body go limp as Bjorn held you closer. you curled up more into him with a whimper, resting on his chest and listening to his panting. he looks down at you and kisses you.
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Need more Bjorn fics!! Big boy doesn't get enough love
I’ll give more Bjorn fics soon!!!
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Sweeter than honey.. Part 3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.
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The next few days you were working or confined to your room. Saturday was the first night they had found you out on the couch, whatching Shameless with your usual vodka - apple juice drink. You didn't want to go out, the last week was still fresh on your mind. Ivar sat down next to you, putting an arm around you, as you snuggled close to him.
-What's up princess? Don't wanna go out? - he asked as he kissed your temple.
-Nuh-uh.
-He's been dealth with you know that right? - he asked, holding you tighter.
-I know. I just don't want to go out. Cause of him and cause of other things.
-What other things? Anything i can help with?
You snuggled closer and draped a hand around his middle.
-Nothing i guess. I just feel bad. Noone wants me except for one night... even if we were friends before. I guess i'm someone they could all easily forget.
-Bullshit sweetheart. If i'd find someone like you, i'd never let them go.
Before you could react Hvitserk got home. Popping down next to you, but you gave him no mind. Normally at least your legs would be up in his lap, but not this time. He doesn't even know what did he do, but he lets you ignore him. You'll tell him when you're ready.
The next few days you paid no mind to him, and by the next friday night he was fuming, and he missed you. Ivar and you were watching a movie in the livingroom when he got home drunk. You did not look away from the screen when he stood before you and Ivar, Ivar already scoffing.
-I will not go away until you tell me why are you ignoring me (Y/n). - Hvitserk said, Ivar looked at you questioningly and you just rolled your eyes.
-Nothing. - you said.
-Sure, that's why you don't touch me, don't even go near me for the past week.. What tf did i do? - he slurred, nearly yelling the lats part.
You stood up, tears threatening to escape your eyes.
-Well you sure as hell didn't give a shit when Harik nearly raped me, while you were busy trying to get into Ubbe's bitch's pants, all high not even 24 hours after coming inside me. Not as you'd truly care.. huh?!- you said, as the tears finally escaped, as you ran to your room and shut the door with a loud thud.
You started packing your duffel bag while sniffling.
-(Y/n), please, can we talk? - you heard Hvitserk from the other side of the door, while Ivar questioned him.
You didn't answer, just packed mindlessly. When you've finished you opened the door, not even looking at him or Ivar as you walked out the door, not caring for their pleading.
They called their brothers to ask them to look out for you, basically anywhere in the city. It's okay if you didn't go back to theirs, just be with someone who they can trust. They didn't tell them why did you leave, just that they need you to be safe.
Hours later you were sitting at the lake at the park. Bjorn found you.
-Want to talk? - he asked, and you just shook your head as you cried into his chest.
-Want to crash at mine untol you're ready to go back? - he asked again, and this time you jumped into his neck, nodding.
He interlaced your fingers, and threw your duffelbag on his back. His apartment was high up above the city, it was relatively big, but it had only one room. You knew him most of your life, you even gave yourself to him, so you were okay with sleeping in the same bed, and he was too. He wanted to fall asleep, and wake up next to you ever since that faithful night. You ordered pizza and watched some secret agent movie. You noticed he was constantly on his phone.
-If you have something to do, you can go, i don't need a babysitter. If it's a date or something i can even go to a hotel. I don't want to bother you. - you said as you made yourself as small as possible at the other end of the couch. Everyone throws you away, you might as well get on with it.
-Nothing of the sort doll. Hvitserk trying to get me to let him in. But that's not gonna happen.
-Ivar told you, didn't he? - you said looking at your feet.
-Yes.
-And you don't hate me?
-Why would i? It's no secret we all wanted you at some point of our lives, and if he's willing to throw this all away for that psycho and some drugs, then who am i do stop him. I'm just glad you didn't shut us all out. And if i get to spend a few nights with you in my arms without any of my brothers breathing down my neck, then i might as well thank him. - he said smirking as he put you in his lap, you were now giggling like a shy schoolgirl.
-Wait... you.. you all wanted me at some point? - you looked at him confused.
-Well i mean.. look at you. You have been our friend since forever, but we are not blind. Your personality is all we could ask for, and damn your body... You're the whole package. Anyone who wouldn't want you is either blind or stupid. - he said pecking your neck playfully.
The next day Ivar called him, asking if you'd be willing to see him at least. That's how you found yourself on Bjorn's lap, talking to Ivar. Bjorn gently drawing circles on your lower back.
-Getting cozy i see? - Ivar smirked which Bjorn reciprocated.
-What could i say brother, finally got her in my arms, not gonna waste the time. Don't know how you could live without jumping on her for months.. - he said as his other hand traced the hem of your shorts.
-Oh it was hard.. it still is. - he said looking into your eyes. Bjorn chuckled under you, leaning close to whisper into your ear, before kissig under it.
-What do you say princess, will you show Ivar the pretty sounds you make? I'll glady share with my brothers if thats something you'd want. Not with anyone else though.. - he whispered between kisses. He then lightly tapped your buttcheek, making you crawl over to Ivar, butt full on display for Bjorn, while he caressed your thighs. You got close to Ivar, gently kissing him. He first caressed your face, then down your neck, your chest, your breasts making you whimper into the kiss. Bjorn moved behind you fully, slowly peeling off your shorts and panties before he started to eat you out. You were palming Ivar, slowly reaching for his zipper to free him. When you did, he looked at you with lustblown eyes. With him in your hand and Bjorn eating you out at the same time, you found yourself wanting more. You slowly lowered yourself until he was in your mouth, muttering a small fuck before his hand took a hold of your hair, helping you blow him. Bjorn lapped your arousal, nursing a painful erection himself. He moved to finger you with two fingers, using his other hand to free himself.
He ran his member teasingly through your folds, before slamming inside you, making you moan around Ivar's cock.
-Can't believe i missed out for so many years on the best blowjob of my life. Her mouth is heaven... - Ivar grunted, making Bjorn chuckle and spank your butt.
-Wait till you get to taste her, she makes even prettier sounds then. - You heard this conversation, and it made you flutter around him in anticipation, making him grip your hips tighter. - Ohhooo... she likes the sound of that.. perhaps you should stay the night little brother.
Your moans around him made Ivar cum. You swallowed all of it, showing him with a smirk, as he caressed your chin with a loving smile. Bjorn wasn't finished yet, so he lifted you up, setting you in his lap, opening your legs for Ivar to see. Your thighs were glistening from your slick and he found himself fascinated, wanting to taste. He leaned in, and started to circle your clit with his tongue, making you practically scream his name, while Bjorn fucked into you relentless.
You came around his cock, goshing over him and Ivar as well, your walls fluttering around him, making him cum inside you as you limped on top of him. He gently held your throat as he kissed you, gently caressing your body.
-Tell me again brother, why did we live without this for so long? - asked Ivar with a cheeky smile, making you suddenly shy, and hide your face in the crook of Bjorn's neck, making both of them chuckle.
You rested a bit, snuggled to them, before they jumped on you again. The rest of the night was a blur. After the 4th orgasm you could only remember their names. You were positively fucked out.
Next morning you woke up between them. Bjorn's arm possessively around you and under your neck, as Ivar was watching you enchanted. When you opened your eyes, he gently swipe some hair out of your face and behind your ear.
-How are you feeling princess? - he asked lovingly.
-Mkay, just a bit sore. - you said smiling.
-I'll draw you a bath. - said Bjorn from behind you, planting a kiss to your shoulder before waking up. Ivar got a call and had to leave, but not before giving you a kiss. Bjorn carried you to the bathroom, and climbed in behind you as you both relaxed in the hot water.
-I wish everyday would be like this. - he said caressing your skin gently. You just hummed, nearly asleep as you laid on his chest.
The truth is you could get used to this too.
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Can you write a soft smut one about Bjorn? I know hes a god dam womenizer but i also know somewhere deep DEEP inside that bear hes a softie.... sigh if only...
Let's say before the bear he was soft??? If there wasn't a bear in his life, he could be a softie. Anyways, I am very much scared of this one, never wrote for Bjorn, let alone a soft Bjorn, but It got me very interested, I really wanted to write this one for you so I hope this turned out the way you imagined it, hope you like it. Thank you for your ask darling, enjoy ♥
You couldn’t help but worry. Your trembling hands sweaty against your dress as you kept on your chores for the day, but since he left you weren’t able to think about anything else, opening the door and looking over the horizon hoping to see him walking back to you, peering through the window in hopes his face would show up. Nothing happened.
You kept counting the days since Lagertha showed up at your door asking for his help and he left, grabbed his sword and his shield, kissed you goodbye and walked through the door following his mother into the night.
Your heart shattered, you had no idea where he went, he would never allow you anywhere near a battle being in the early stages of pregnancy, not after what happened with Thorunn and Siggy. So you waited, impatiently, for days.
The morning he arrives starts as every other morning since he left, filled with worry and sadness, that until you hear the soft stomp of his boots outside and you drop everything on your hand and run to the other opening It with jolt to find your man battled and bruised on the other side, mud and dry blood scattered all over his face but you don’t care, you just jump into his arms, ready to feel his warmth against your body. He takes you with both of his arms, pulling you up until your legs are wrapped around his waist, sword and shield long forgotten on the ground as he walks into your home and finds the nearest surface to sit on, a chair next to the table.
“Gods I thought I’d never see you again.” He mumbles into your ear, breathing in your scent as he inhales deeply into your hair.
“I was so worried.” You whisper back, holding his face into your hands as you stare him down.
“We won. Lagertha won’t have to worry about those bastards again.” He breathes out. “But we lost… We lost so many of ours… I can’t…”
“It’s alright. It’s alright, my love. You’re home.” You mutter, hugging him tight again, his face hidden in the curve of your neck, heart beating so fast against his chest you can feel It on your own. “I’m here. What do you need?”
“You. I need you.”
You stay like that for a moment, feeling his body starting to relax inside your arms, caressing his back, his nape and his head, tugging his body against yours. When he calms a bit, you look at him with a tiny smile.
“Let’s have a bath, let me take care of these wounds.”
Bjorn nods, you get up from his lap and start to prepare what you need. You fill a bowl with water and put on the fire to warm it up, prepare the tub outside the house, leaving a few herbs inside the cool water and clean cloth at the edge. When you come back, your husband is already fully naked, his body is filled with bruises and cuts and you gasp.
“That’s not new.” He teases and you calm yourself a bit.
“I hate to see you like this.” You mumble, using a towel to take the bowl with hot water and taking outside, filling the tub until there’s smoke coming out of it.
Once you come back, you help him get up from the chair and take him out, helping him inside. Instantly, he grunts, closing his eyes, stretching his arms over the edge of the tub. You sit behind him and start using the cloth on his face, cleaning the dry blood from the marks on his skin. Bjorn leans his head back, laying on your shoulder making your heart swoon.
“Won’t you come inside with me?” He mumbles, turning his head to the side so his lips are touching your cheek softly.
“I have to take care of you, love.”
“You can do It from here.”
“You’ll distract me.”
“Please?” He begs and you nod, getting up to get into the tub, holding the skirt of your dress but he stops you. “Naked.”
You roll your eyes and slip out of your dress, getting into the tub and he quickly pushes you to straddle his hips, his soft cock resting between your ass cheeks while he hugged you closely. Bjorn was demanding, always taking the lead when you have sex, but this night is different, he was nuzzling your neck and your chest, hands traveling up and down your back, finding home on your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.
“Kiss me.” He begs, and you oblige, your lips softly meeting his at first, but quickly turning into something more passionate, your tongue slowly massaging his as your hands rubbed up and down his arms, the cloth still cleaning the blood from his wounds.
Bjorn squeezes the swell of your ass one more time and you feel as he starts to stiff under you, grinding your hips down a little. He mumbles into your mouth and you descend your kisses down his jaw, onto his neck earning you a few soft grunts from your man, you smirk on his skin.
“I missed you so much.” You whisper.
“I missed you too.” He grips your face and kisses you again, it’s messy, filled with teeth and tongue and saliva, you slowly rock your hips on his lap, your breath caught in your throat as you let him kiss you the way he wants. “Oh sweetheart, I need you.” He mumbles into your mouth.
You pulled away and Bjorn follows, reaching for your mouth like a wounded dog, your smirk, hugging his neck with one of your hands and using the other into the water, moving your hips so his cock is now between your bodies and you can easily work him out, moving your hand up and down his length. Bjorn is quickly wordless, leaning his head back and moaning with his lips parted.
“You need me to do what, husband?” You tease.
“Need you to ride me.” He breathes. “I need to be inside you.”
Eventually he’s throbbing in your hand and you are as wet as you can be into the water, your pussy is clenching around nothing, you need him just as much as he need you, so you take him in, the first stretch a little painful for you, your walls hardly taking him in as he finds home between your legs.
“Oh Gods… Yes…” He moans, grabbing your waist and looking down at you, eyes focusing on your breasts jiggling with your movements.
Everything is very slow. You roll your hips softly, feeling his throbbing cock twitch inside you and touch your sweet spot every now and then. You put your hands on his chest to gain leverage and start lifting your hips a bit, until there’s only his tip inside you and then you slowly sit back and he shudders, a low grunt escaping through his pink lips.
Bjorn lets you take control. You grind down on his lap, the way his cock stretches your pussy up is overwhelming but you are concentrated, you want to give him the most pleasure so you clench around him and he moans into your mouth, his hands moving from your waist to your back, then to your tummy and finally to your breasts, squeezing your tits greedly.
“Am I doing good, husband?” You ask breathlessly.
“So good…” He huffs out, eyes moving to your face. “So good sweetheart, you’re so good to me.”
His praises fall from his lips and you shudder, your pussy fluttering again. Bjorn starts thrusting up, meeting the soft roll of your hips, suddenly, sitting up straight and hugging you tightly. He drops his head to your chest and his lips catch your nipple, sucking the pebbled bud into his mouth. You moan softly, arching your body so you can give him more of your breast, pressing his face against your body.
With his hands on your ass, he presses you down, the water around you both starts churning incessantly, spilling out of the tub. Your clit is deliciously rubbing against his pelvic bone, you can feel his thighs twitching under your ass and his short nails pressing so deep on your skin they’re leaving little red marks behind, tiny half moon forms you’ll be proud to carry under your dress the next day.
You kept your face close to his, lips brushing together as you bounced. You’re practically vibrating on top of him, his cock dragging against your walls until It reaches your cervix, massaging all the right spots. You claw at his face, short nails scratching down his cheeks while the other hand did the same on his shoulders. His eyes never leaving yours, It’s like he’s reading your mind, knowing your deepest secrets.
Bjorn reaches his own pleasure, fucking deep into you, fast, viciously thrusting up. A wild rush curses through your veins, the tight coil on your lower belly finally snaps and you cum with a loud groan, squeezing his cock inside you. The chord of pleasure is straining for release in his body too, and It doesn’t take long until he thrusts deeper, merging his body with yours and releasing a hoarse moan, his cock is twitching again as you feel him expend his seed into you, painting your walls.
Both of you stay like this for a moment, eyes closed, hearts beating faster as you breathe heavily. Suddenly you feel his hand on your tummy, the first signs of pregnancy still not showing, but he knows your baby is there, growing strong. He kisses you softly and you hug him tight.
“Can’t wait to see you round with our child.” He mumbles, finally opening his eyes to you.
“Won’t take long.” You answer with a smile.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He breathes out finally.
“I love you too… We love you.”
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Bjorn Ironside 18+
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4. Bjorn 18+
When Queen Kwenthrith came to Wessex I just knew she would cause problems. The kingdom of Wessex already had to lookout for Vikings sailing back. I remember when they first came here I was a young girl, and they caused a lot of death without even raiding. Once the Vikings finally did show up they sat down with the King, and tried to negotiate for land. King Ecbert informs them they have to fight with Queen Kwenthrith before they could get land.
During their negotiations Ragnar's son Bjorn was watching me as I stood behind Queen Kwenthrith. I was ordered to be her servant while she stayed here. He had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, and they caused goosebumps as I looked in them. He seemed to always be watching me, while we were loading up, while we traveled to camp, he did help me with the heavy things, but he still didn't say anything, just went back to setting up.
The night before battle there was a tense feeling over the camp. People were getting their weapons ready, praying to their own God or Gods, and some were eating everything they could get their hands on. Since Queen Kwenthrith was having her own fun I was able to just sit and relax. Just as I was about to go into my tent I saw Bjorn sharpening his ax, and realized I haven't seen him with any food today. I got him a bowl of the stew that was made, and a couple pieces of bread.
"You won't be much of a fight if you starve to death." I joke as I place the bowl and bread plate in front of him.
I smiled to myself as I went back to my tent, and got my linens in order to patch up the warriors. I was just about done when the flap to my tent is pushed open, and Bjorn walks in. He looks down at me as I sit next to my trunk, and ties the flap shut. I stay on my knees as he walks over to me, and runs his hand over my head. I slowly rise to my knees following my hands as they rub up his muscular legs. I lock eyes with him as I untie his pants. He lets them fall to the floor.
"Untie your dress." He practically orders.
He throws his shirt to the side as I untie my dress, letting my chest fall out. My eyes fell on his hard member. I softly grip it in my hand, making him gasp. He starts to move his hips along with my hand. I couldn't stop myself from licking when I saw a drop coming out. He grabs me from under my arms, and lifts me to my feet. His hand grips the back of my neck as he kisses me hard. While his lips move to my neck his big arm goes around my waist. He slightly lifts me to sit on my trunk. My legs open for him almost immediately.
"Gods look at you. All open for a Viking." He taunts me as his hands run down to my hips. "You think it's proper?" He softly talks into my ear.
"Do you care?" I breathlessly respond.
He smirks as he starts kissing from my collarbone to below my ear. His hand moves to my chest, pinching my nipple with his rough fingers. I grip his long hair as he moves down to lick over my nipple he just pinched. I moan as I arch against him, causing his member to slide over my center.
"Bjorn please." I moan.
He reaches between us, rubbing himself against my opening, and slowly enters me. I grip onto his shoulders when he gets to the barrier, but he stops. He stops when I grip his shoulders. He takes my hand in his, breaking through as he kisses my wrist. I squeeze my knees into his sides as I gasp loudly. As he starts to move against me my mind wonders. I never thought sex would be like this. I also never thought I'd lose my virginity for a Viking. I didn't realize I was completely out of it until I heard my own moans. I bite my lips to try to quiet down. I just knew the whole camp could hear me. He kisses me using his tongue to unleash my lip. I could feel the bruising grip he has on my hip, and I need him to grab me everywhere.
"Mine." He groans in my ear.
"Yes." I moan back.
With one hand on the back of my neck, the other around my waist he just starts pounding away. I could only grip his sides, and hide my face on his shoulder. I even tried biting his shoulder to stop from screaming, but I just worry I bit him too hard. He groaned as he started to lose his pace, and my stomach was tightening hard. He moves my head to lean his forehead to mine, and with one last ram we finish together. I couldn't feel anything other than the little tingles that moved over my body.
Bjorn lifts me, holding me to his chest as he walks to the bed. I felt so content in his arms I gave him a light kiss on his chest. He lays me on the bed I was given, but moves toward his clothes.
"You're leaving?" I ask, I could hear how desperate my voice sounds.
"No, I'm getting this fur." He comes back with a smirk.
He felt so warm as he laid next to me. His arms felt like he would protect me against anything. I fell asleep instantly. I woke from the best sleep I ever had to an empty bed. He must be getting ready with his people. As I got dressed I noticed a dagger laying next to my trunk. I giggle a little as I pick it up, and use my wrap to cover it. I walked around trying to find Bjorn, but ran into Queen Kwenthrith first.
"Ah (y/n) I am going with Ragnar to battle, so just get ready for everyone's return." Queen Kwenthrith tells me with a smile.
"Just be careful my lady." I offer her a soft smile as she walks away.
When I finally find Bjorn he seemed to be looking for something. I quietly walk up behind him, and hold my arm up.
"Looking for something." I giggle as his body freezes.
He turns to see his dagger in my hand, and takes it from me. He goes to put it with the rest of his weapons. I thought he wasn't going to say anything, so I went to walk away. He pulls me back to him, with my back to his chest, and his face in my neck. I lean back for a moment before turning to face him.
"Be careful." I play with his hammer necklace.
He softly pulls my face up to his, and looks in my eyes. I smile at him as he kisses me softly.
"I will." His eyes hold the promise.
The warriors left just a little after breakfast, and the ones that were left got everything ready. I kept moving around the camp to keep myself busy. I can't believe I've gotten so attached to him after just a short time. When there was nothing left to do I went to Bjorn's tent, and waited for him. I could hear the commotion from them returning. I heard cheering more than anything, so I just waited. Bjorn finally came in with blood and dirt all over him. I was so happy to see him standing in one piece. I hugged him, not caring about him being dirty.
"Let's get you cleaned up. I have fresh clothes for you." I smiled at him.
We walked to the small river that was away from everyone. I helped him take his armor off, and while he was getting the blood off of himself I got it off his armor. I was too distracted to see him swimming closer to me, and when he pulled me in I squealed like a mouse. When I came up he was laughing, so I splashed him.
"I was being nice, and you soak me." I sass.
"I thought you'd want some help to get the blood off of you, and I wanted you against me." He gets closer as he speaks.
I smile as I kiss him with my hands on the back of his head. I feel him moving my dress out of the way as I wrap my legs around him. He kisses my neck as he slides into me making me moan, and grip onto him. He holds onto my hips to move me against him. All I could do was moan into his neck, and pull at his hair. He squeezes me tightly to his chest as he groans loud and finishes inside me.
As we get out he gets dressed in his clean clothes, and then wraps me in the fur he brought. I laugh as he picks me up, and carries me back to my tent. After I get changed we lay in my bed until the feast. During the feast I had to serve Queen Kwenthrith, and he sat with his father. At some point Queen Kwenthrith went to her tent with some Viking men, and I was finally able to sit down next to the fire. I wasn't alone for long until King Ragnar sat next to me.
"Hello King Ragnar. Is there something I could get for you?" I ask properly.
"My son has his mother's heart, and his father's mind." He says while he pokes at the fire. "That's how I know you'll be the only one who calms his mind when the storms start." He talks like a riddle.
"I'm not a free woman, King Ragnar. I couldn't be with him even if I wanted to." I tell him somberly.
"He will ask you to be with him, and you will be able to make your own decisions." He leaves after that.
I haven't seen Bjorn in a while, so I just went to my tent. As I relax I see a lovely necklace laying on my bed. It looks like a shield. I put it on with a big smile. As I laid in bed I played with the necklace thinking of how I could convince the king to let me leave. Even if I did want to go with Bjorn.
As the sun started to rise I heard footsteps near the opening of my tent. I grab the lid to my trunk, and raise it over my head as the person cuts the ties to the flap. I had to quickly drop the lid as I noticed it was Bjorn. He just chuckles at me as he sees my weapon of choice.
"Shut up. It would've done the job." I put my hands on my hips.
"I'll get you a real weapon, love." He laughs.
"Where were you last night?" I hug his waist.
"I couldn't see you be a slave to that crazy woman." His voice goes dark making me look up at him.
"She's actually much nicer than others I've served for." I say trying to make it better.
"That isn't the point. I can't see someone as beautiful and smart as you be a servant." He holds me close to his chest.
"There isn't anything I can do about it."
We just sat around until it was time to start packing up. We were leaving soon to get back to the castle by sunrise. I wasn't allowed to do anything, because according to Bjorn he did the packing for me. I would just giggle when he would take something from my hands. I was made to ride with Queen Kwenthrith when we were riding back, so I didn't get to see Bjorn.
Once in Wessex Queen Kwenthrith introduced her brother Burgred, a weak man in my opinion, to King Ecbert. As I put together their room I heard her tell her close guard to put a vile of something into the wine. I kept to myself like I was taught, but once I was given my leave I ran to the Viking quarters. I couldn't run fast enough. I finally got to the rooms I banged on the first door. King Ragnar opened the door.
"Queen Kwenthrith poisoned the wine at dinner. Don't drink it." I say out breath.
"What? Come in." He pulled me into his room where Bjorn, Lagertha were sitting.
"(Y/n)." Bjorn rushes to me. "What happened?" He holds the side of my face as he looks me over.
"Queen Kwenthrith ordered her guard to pour poison into the wine jugs at dinner. She told him to tell her other guards to not drink it." I told them, and as I talked Bjorn stood behind me with his arm around me.
Ragnar left as soon as I was finished. I finally relaxed as Bjorn squeezed me harder. Lagertha smiles as she walks to us.
"So you are (y/n). My son has talked a lot about you." She took my hand in hers.
"All good I hope." We laugh.
Until Ragnar returns the three of us sit and tell stories about our lives. When Ragnar did return he told us to not drink the wine, and to be on the lookout. While we walk to the dining hall Bjorn stops me.
"I want you to go back to Kattegat with me, and be with me." He pulls me to him by my waist.
"Bjorn I would if I could. I'm a servant to the King I can't leave." I kiss him softly.
I went to the dining hall to prepare with the other servants. I did give them a warning about the wine, because I couldn't see innocent people get hurt. Dinner was moving along until Queen Kwenthrith gave a speech about her family, and how her and her brother would rule together. It was really heart touching until he drank the poisoned wine, and Kwenthrith didn't look too shocked. Some her brother had died completely, everyone poured their wine to the floor surprising Queen Kwenthrith.
"How?" She looks around until she sees me looking at her. "You?" She tries to march toward me, but Bjorn blocks her.
King Ecbert tells her she is nothing, but a weak mental little girl who doesn't deserve her crown. He stabs her right there, and lets her fall on top of her brother. He orders guards to take them out.
"Well if that is all, new wine please." He orders his servants.
"I have something I want to discuss with you, King Ecbert." Bjorn requests as they sit down.
"What could that be, son?"
"I want to take (y/n) back to Kattegat with me as a free woman." I dropped the tray I was carrying when he said that.
King Ecbert looks to Ragnar then to me, and then nods to Bjorn.
"She is a free woman." King Ecbert gives the order.
Bjorn pulls me to his lap with a big grin on his face. I still had a shocked look on my face. I can't believe I'm actually free, and I'm able to be with Bjorn. We all go back to the celebration dinner, and enjoy the company.
When we get back to Kattegat I meet Bjorn's stepmother, and younger brothers. Bjorn helps me get settled, and asks me to marry him. I thought the people wouldn't like that idea, but word spread fast about me helping them in England. Lagertha helped me get the wedding in order, and a lovely woman named Helga helped with my dress. I felt like an angel that fell from heaven with my flower crown, and dress. I actually learned the next day I was with child, and Bjorn seemed to actually worship me. I would constantly get gifts, and body rubs. When I gave birth to our son, Ecbar, it was like I was his goddess.
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Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader
Genre: Smut
Mordern! AU
Words: ± 3 100
Kind of content: Toys / Anal sex / Edging
Ivar needs to be taught a lesson.
Requested by anon
Anon: Sub Ivar x male reader and toys~ vibrators, dildos, stuff like that~
Not proofread! Sorry for any mistakes!
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“(Y/n)!” Ivar shouts from upstairs and I can already imagine him sitting in bed with the covers over his legs, looking about to murder someone, slamming his hands down against the mattress.
A chuckle escapes my lips as I shake my head, walking around the couch. Where the hell did I leave my phone? “Ivar!” I mock in the same tone, and exclaim once I find my phone near the armrest of the couch, and finally start to make my way upstairs. “Why are you so goddamn impatient? I said I’d take a while, no need to freak out.”
“You’re taking forever!” He groans and sighs, and glares at me once I walk into our bedroom, but all I do is to roll my eyes, placing his water bottle on his nightstand before moving over to my side of the bed.
“Stop being dramatic,” I breathe while scrolling through my phone, checking on the messages I’ve received. “It’s not like you were dying!”
“What if I was, hm?” Ivar looks at me with wide eyes, and— Gods, I’m not even going to lose my time arguing. He takes it the wrong way, of course, slowly nodding and throwing his nose in the air. “It’s lacking reciprocity here, hm? Don’t you think? You leave me here, waiting for you for forever—”
I cut him off with a hum as I put my phone aside and eventually join him, taking a seat on the bed, his side. “And you’re also really fucking dramatic, hm? Now, you don’t sound so revolted while I’m fucking you, do you?” A chuckle escapes my lips at how the anger lingering on his features quickly melts away into something else, a blank desperation that edges into the embarrassment he fails in hiding, at least from me. “You should do a better job when seeking attention.”
Ivar’s silence is over with a slow and sharp exhale, and he closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. “It’s not that, not that.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow; he shakes his head more.
“It’s just about you taking long!”
Yeah, great. I nod, limiting myself to just smile a little instead of openly chuckling at him, and just lean in for a kiss instead, way too tired already to argue, even more with Ivar’s cranky tired and horny ass. He kisses back of course, but the crease is still there between his eyebrows when I pull away for a brief moment, and kiss him deeper this time, having him hum against my lips and bring a hand up to my shoulder, gasping when gently push him back until his back meets the pillows behind him.
“You’re not deserving of it, but I think I’ll have some fun with you.” I peck his lips despite how his face already starts to twist into a frown.
“Not deserving? What the fuck—”
“Yeah.” I nod with a hum, pressing a few kisses to his jaw before my lips trail down his neck. “Or would you say all that screaming was acceptable? For fuck’s sake, sometimes you do get on my nerves,” I sigh against his neck, taking a moment to wrap my lips around his neck and let my teeth graze against the skin. “But then, again, maybe it’s your whole point?” My teeth sink into his skin in a harsher motion, enough for a whine to escape Ivar’s lips; he gulps as reality seems to sink in, his fingers clenching around the covers.
“(Y/n)...” He says softly, voice almost shaking.
“What?” I bring myself up to look him in the eyes, our noses touching. “Am I wrong? You can always tell me I’m wrong, y’know?”
Ivar’s bottom lip trembles, his eyes holding the gaze, but none of it lasts long. His eyes soon meet the ground as he gives up with a soft sound, eyebrows furrowing a little. Adorable.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I press a kiss to his neck again, the last for a while, hence I move to pull the covers away from him and help him lie down on the bed properly. “I’m very excited to use some of our stuff from the bottom drawer again, aren’t you as well?” I slip my hands under his shirt, letting my fingertips trace the skin before I’m riding the fabric up. “Answer me, Ivar.”
“Yeah,” he groans softly, “maybe.”
A chuckle escapes my lips, dissipating into the silence of the room that’s only interrupted by the rustling of fabric until the last piece of clothing meets the ground, leaving Ivar’s skin vulnerable to the cold air that it rises under, but still neglected from the attention it seeks for so much since I instead move to reach for the last drawer of the bedside table and bring to the bed a box. Ivar’s already shifting in discomfort before I even open it to get the lube.
“Fuck.” He clicks his tongue, staring at me as if it would do anything, but I just set down the tube of lube nearby before I’m moving to set myself down between his legs.
“Y’know what?” I raise an eyebrow, carefully adjusting his legs over my thighs. “I am teaching you how to wait.” My finger traces the sensitive skin just under his hips in a light touch that already startles him, having him shift away from the touch and then into it. Ivar seems like he wants to say something, but his words die into a moan at the moment my fingers gain more pressure around a sensitive spot, making their way down to the inside of his thigh, letting my thumbs sink into the skin in slow circles without ever touching anywhere he’d like.
Ivar hisses softly as he finally lets out the breath he had been holding, and his fingers relax for a moment to adjust their grip around the sheets. “No, no, no, please—”
“No!” I shake my head with a roll of my eyes. “Gotta do something about that attitude of yours! ‘Can’t have you screaming and bratting around the whole time.” Once again, whatever he had to say is instead replaced by soft pleased sound and he doesn’t even try to speak up again this time, simply huffing as he glances down to see my hands trailing up his torso, snatching a startled gasp from him at the light touch around his nipples.
Ivar’s loud and bold complaints eventually are reduced to incoherent babbling with glares he can’t shoot at me, instead clicking his tongue as his eyebrows knit together. It’s enough to draw a chuckle from me as I lean in, pressing a kiss to the spot over his stomach, letting my teeth start tugging on the skin according to how my lips trail to his side.
Despite everything, Ivar still groans in complaint at the moment I am pulling away from him, arching his back in a fruitless attempt of seeking my hands just to be met with nothing instead. So sweet.
The lube meets the palm of my hand cold, pooling down until I decide there’s a decent amount that I cover my fingers with before they’re lowering to between Ivar’s legs again, tracing his fluttering hole softly, about to—
“Fucking finally,” Ivar groans, and I raise an eyebrow as I look at him, leaning back a little. “No, wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Ah, no?” I shake my head. “Fucking ungrateful!” Watching him sputter as the red tone takes over his cheeks is so fucking entertaining to watch, even lifting his head up a little to almost bring himself up on his elbows, but I stop myself from letting a smile slip. “At least show that you want it,” I interrupt his desperate state, having him stop immediately and eye me for a long moment, twisting his mouth a little. “So no fun for today?” I raise an eyebrow, throwing my hands in the air.
A heavy sigh comes from Ivar; he throws his head back before lying down again properly. “Fuck, please,” he exhales softly, shifting his hips a little, “I— I need it so bad, hm? Just please touch me, make me feel good, please!” His last few words are muffled since he buries his face in his hands, and lets his finger run through his hair as he glances down at me, taking in a breath just to let out a moan at how I finally start to slip one of my fingers in. “Damn, yeah,” he mumbles softly, relaxing around me and allowing my finger to sink in deeper until a deeper sound comes from him; I start to move it in a slow pace, sometimes having fun in watching him squirm whenever I give in to how he seems to pull me deeper into him.
One finger soon turns into two, then into three, in a proportion that’s followed by Ivar, with his moans growing louder and with a shorter interval between each of them until the silence that previously filled the room is reduced to nothing. Rolling his bottom lip between his teeth goes useless, a failed attempt of muffling the sounds that soon erupt from his lips again in a higher notch once my fingers curl up against a spot inside him.
“For the gods,” Ivar whines, back arching before he starts to try to move his hips, and I take a moment to observe how his cock twitches with it, lying back against his lower stomach heavily and flushed bright pink with precum dripping onto his skin. It’s almost a pity to have to pull away. “No...!” He says shakily, but his show doesn’t last longer than it and he’s soon just staring off at the wall, breathing heavily.
I feel like I need to say something, for a second, maybe a snarky remark or just something to annoy him further, just to give up on all the ideas so I can let him sink deeper into that state. The lube being the first, the second thing that comes off the box is a dildo, a glass one, all pretty, one that Ivar saw on the internet months ago and kept bugging me until I finally ordered it. He’s probably way too spoiled.
Ivar is back to reality with a soft gasp and a little jump at how the cold tip of the now lubed toy presses to his entrance. He raises his eyebrows, eyes widened a little as he looks at me.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” he hums with a small nod, soon gasping and arching his back with how I start to push the toy in, making sure it goes in in slow and careful movements despite how my eyes follow every little movement of his, from the way the corner of his lips twitch with every moan he tries to suppress to the way his tendons shift on the back of his hand with his strong grip on the sheets.
Ivar’s breath is caught in his throat and his hands still around the fabric at the moment the toy is in to the base, his eyes fixed on a point as if he’s trying to ground himself, but quickly I’m pulling him away from that comfort zone, pulling the toy out slowly just to shove it back right in, watching Ivar squirm around every bump of it.
“How does it feel?” My voice, even if a whisper under Ivar’s panting and moaning, still sounds a little too loud when cutting through the room. Still, nothing but louder moans follow, hence I sigh. “Ivar? I asked you a question!”
“Fuck!” Ivar breathes barely comprehensible, followed by handfuls of words that I can barely understand, but still carry that tone that in another situation, would be the same as in his outbursts, cursing at everything and everyone just because of a little thing. This time, though, it doesn’t last long. The complaints are replaced by more desperate moans that spill from his lips even more often after I decide to change the toy’s angle, aiming right at the spot that has his thighs twitching despite how weak their muscles are. My eyes fall from his face to between his legs, watching him stretch over every bump of the toy and tighten around it all whenever it’s pushed deeper in.
Ivar’s moans gain a higher pitched edge at the same time he starts becoming unquieter, and it’s by watching the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip whilst his cock twitches that I find the exact moment to pull the toy away. He is left squirming around nothing with his teeth gritted, and there’s nothing more amusing than watching all that usual anger of his now melted into something so pathetic.
“(Y/n)!” He complains, breathy and almost whiny in a way I would be silencing him with soft kisses if I were otherwise in a better mood.
“Yeah, yeah,” I hum as I take another toy in hand to also cover it in lube, “I told you that you’d be learning something today, didn’t I?” I raise an eyebrow, and make sure to take my time to really make sure that his orgasm fades away.
Ivar only hums at first, his chest heaving up and down with his pants. He eventually brings a hand up to his face to rub one of his eyes before he runs his index finger and thumb along his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t care! Stop this right now, hm? I bet you’re aching to fuck me.” His eyes meet mine through half lidded eyes that hide half of his icy blue irises, and a smile tugs on his lips at the same time. “These pants must be too tight by now. Doing all of that to me, watching me. I bet you wish you were the one being buried deep into me instead, no? Making me m—” He chokes on his words, losing them among gasps and high pitched sounds at how I push the next toy inside him right at the angle to his spot, now meeting little resistance. The words he would be shouting at me right now are just miserably caught in his throat this time, giving place to the pleased cries that spill from his lips instead, easily having the pride swelling inside my chest.
“C’mon, what were you saying, again?” I lean in a little mockingly, laughing when he squirms and babbles incoherently. As much as his words are true, knowing those still isn’t enough to have me giving up now, even more since Ivar is Ivar and would never let go of this victory over me. “Poor Ivar.”
Instead of snatching another burning glare from him as it usually would, Ivar instead arches his back with a moan that’s muffled by his finger given how he bites onto his own knuckle, but it still doesn’t do much to lower the volume, even more when I fidget with the buttons on the bottom of the toy. At first, Ivar arches his back at the foreign feeling, his breath caught in his throat, though getting used to the medium level vibrations coming from the toy inside him has him relaxing and moving his hips experimentally, letting his sounds escape in longer and deeper moans.
“Feels good, baby?” I observe him for a solid minute, smiling when he nods, then lean in to press a kiss to his upper stomach—only kisses at first, yes, just for them to evolve into soft sucking along with nibbling through time, summed up to flickers on the buttons of the vibrator. Ivar is fucking loud, and even if the neighbors are going to complain, I love it so fucking much. It’s easy to drown out the rest of the reality and only focus on having fun with him.
A sheet of sweat already covers his skin, thin, making some of the loose strands that escape his braids glue to his face, and it’s easy to catch on the stream of drool that escapes the side of his mouth along with the pool of precum taking place on his lower abdomen, and the sight easily stirs something in my lower stomach. All of this—he—is all mine.
The vibrations are strong enough to give him pleasure, but still weak enough not to let him get anywhere near his orgasm, hence it’s easy to see him growing unquiet through time, shifting his hips in a search for more touch that never comes. Of course he resources the last option.
“P-Please!” Ivar gasps, still with his knuckle between his teeth, until it comes off when I’m moving the toy inside him a little and he squeezes his eyes shut, nuzzling the pillow. “Fuck, I need to cum, (y/n)! Please, fuck, fuck,” he chants as if it would help him get anywhere. Precious.
“You do?” I raise my eyebrows lightly, never changing the toy’s slow rhythm. “How bad do you want it? I’m not seeing much effort from you into getting it, y’know?”
“No!” Ivar chokes out, back arching before he looks at me. “Please, please, pretty please,” he mumbles, words running into each other, “this’ too much! ‘M so sorry for earlier, I— Just please let me cum, I really need it, I didn’t mean what I told you earlier, please—” He’s interrupted by a moan, chest shuddering with the shaky breath. “Please, ‘feels so good,” he babbles, sometimes allowing his words to turn into an incoherent mess that only comes to an end when I’m wrapping my free hand around his cock to pump him as fast as possible in the tightest grip; he stares at the ceiling with wide eyes and mouth shaped roundly around the moans that come from it while his knuckles go white around the sheets while I do it, having his back arch when he’s finally coming and staining white both himself and my hand, throwing his head back into the pillow to expose his neck just perfectly.
“(Y/n),” Ivar breathes weakly, just a breath, when he starts to come down from his high, with his eyes still focused on something that isn’t there. Either way, I make sure I pull away just before the oversensitivity kicks in, leaving him to gather himself up again while I move to at least put the toys away in the bathroom so I can clean them later and come back with a wet towel. He blinks slowly when he sees me beside him again, running the towel softly against his skin. “Do you want me to suck you off?” He asks, still slurring.
I breathe a chuckle. “No, it’s fine, you don’t have to return the favor right now.”
“But—”
“Shhh!” I press my lips to his to shut him up with short kisses, pressing my lips against his until he gives me an understanding hum followed by a sigh.
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Namesake😨❤
"We're going to laser tag and I'm going to kick your ass." With Happy Lowman as As angst with a happy ending. Requested by @withmyteeth
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"You're in the shit, friend." with Chibs as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz
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"Get back here now or I swear to God." with Happy as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz
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"I don't care, you need a break and I'm making you take one." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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“I just ran out of fucks so you better fix this." With Happy as Fluff. Requested by @stormcloudss
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“You have three seconds to give it back.. one, two…” With Jax Teller as Fluff. Requested by @yourwinchesterbros
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"I can't take you anywhere." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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"Ooooooo, _____ is in love, you better confess before I do it for you." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @rachelcarroll1819
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"I don't know what you're talking about." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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My other account for Vikings imagines is @woahhhgwendolyn
Go follow if you like my stuff over there. I post most days. Sometimes everyday If I am able to.
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Masterlist
I don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.
Feel Free to request. For any of the following and if you want one for anyone not posted let me know.
My main Fandom are Sam And Colby, Matt Smith, House of The Dragon, Henry Cavill, The Walking Dead, The last of us, Game Of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord of the rings, The Vampire Diaries, Vikings, marvel, DC, Twilight, The Witcher, and The Last Kingdom.
House of the Dragon
Daemon Targeryan
A Kingdom of Our Own
Daemon Targeryan Love Story
Love Across The Houses
UPDATED VERSION Love Across The Houses
Dragon Riders: A Tale Of Forbidden Love
A Tale of Elven Love and Dragon's Flame
The Last Of Us
Joel Miller
Redemption's Embrace: A Last of Us Tale
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Eclipsed Hearts: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience. Second ending
Broken Promises
Chasing The Light
Love Amidst Harsh Truths
The Vampire Diaries
Damon Salvatore
Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister
The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon
Vikings
Ubbe Lothbrok
The Soulmate Dilemma
Bjorn Ironside
The Soulmate Dilemma
Ivar The Boneless
The Betrayal Of Ivar The Boneless
Love and Power colliding
Ragnarsons
Brother in Blood
Halfdan The Black
A Prince's Sacrifice for His Princess
King Harald Finehair
The Viking King and the Shieldmaiden: A Tale of Love, Courage, and Perseverance.
The Walking Dead
Daryl Dixon
The Clumsy Love
No Questions Asked
Redemption's Trail Part 1 Part 2
Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2
Negan Smith
Tormented Hearts Part 1 Part 2
Sam And Colby
Colby Brock
Guardians of the Enchanted Grove
Twilight
Jasper Hale
The Hobbit
Marvel
DC
The Witcher
Geralt of rivia
Destined Bonds: The Dragon and The Witcher
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue
The Dragon and the Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny
Updated The Dragon And The Witcher: A Tale of Love and Destiny
The Last Kingdom
Again i don't write smut. I will write for what ever person or character you would like just let me know who and give me a brief scenario and i will try my best to write it.
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Back from the dead
Hellooooo everyone ! I was unable to write anything for a very long time (computer broke down, took me a while but I got a new one, yay !), but I am back now, and I missed writing tremendously.
I know I started many different fics without ever finishing them, I will do my best to pick them back up, but it has been such a long time that I'm not sure how to do it. Also, I tend to hyperfixate on certain characters for a bit, and then I move onto the next, and so it can be tricky for me to go back to them.
Enough rambling. Requests are open again, and since a while has passed, I'd like to write for new/different characters, but not only . Here's a (large) list of the various (sometimes niche) new/old characters I could potentially write for :
Nikolai Lantsov/Sturmhond (maybe The Darkling, possibly Jesper Fahey ?) - Grishaverse
Lip Gallagher - Shameless
Bjorn Ironside, Ubbe Lothbrok, Hvitserk Lothbrok and Ivar the Boneless - Vikings
Carmen Berzatto - The Bear
Billy Butcher (and maybe Frenchie) - The Boys
Spencer Reid and Luke Alvez - Criminal Minds
Viktor - Arcane
Bucky Barnes, Loki (maybe an age appropriate Peter Parker) - MCU
Dream of the Endless - The Sandman
Various Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon characters (think Gendry Barathon, Robb Stark, Oberyn Martell, Harwin Strong, Aemond Targaryen...)
Jason Stackhouse (? for some reason ? Any other True Blood character, if you like) - True Blood
Proinsias Cassidy - Preacher
I can also write for characters from The Walking Dead/Fear The Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon, Nick Clark ? Big maybe on Negan Smith)
That's kiiiinda niche, but Luke from the TWD Telltale games ?
Other possibilities include Astarion from Baldur's Gate, Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf, Javier Pena from Narcos, Connell Waldron from Normal People, Kai Parker from The Vampire Diaries, (mostly) anyone you'd like from Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter (though I'll admit I'll pass on anything too sexual for these two universes)
I've also had a weird resurgence of my Step Up phase, so even Moose (???)
So as you can tell, I could be tempted to write for many, MANY characters. If you can't find someone on the list, you can even ask me ! As I mentioned earlier, there are some characters where I just wouldn't be comfortable writing smut for example, so be warned. I'll add and maybe delete characters as times goes by.
Send me your prompts and I'll see what I can do ! :)
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Csn you do one with bjorn where he meets a Christian women and the feel in love with smut and fighting like she hates him at first please
Thank you very much for requesting one! I am so so touched. This is my first ever request tbh. I really really hope this will be something you'll love to read!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, NOR YOUR EYES. THANK YOU
Bjorn and Halfdan got back from the mediterranian before Ivar and Hvitserk from the Saxons. Ivar was drunk on their victory, blood-thirsty still. The people of Kattegat looked over the ships in horror. Some were packed to the brim with people they took back to be slaves. The women were crying, the children too, the some men they brought just sat with emotionless faces. Bjorn walked and looked at all of them one by one. A single woman stood out of all of them. She wasn't wearing fancy clothes, she probably wasn't anyone important. Ivar would've killed those anyway. Yet this woman was trying to calm the women and children with a straight face. She told them that everything will be allright. One of the saxon men hit her when she tried to console his wife. Spitting on her when she was on the ground, saying that she cannot know that it will be allright, they'll all be sacrificed or just killed for something they had no control over, something that they could not fight.
The vikings standing around enjoyed this show. Bjorn walked closer to watch too. One of the vikings threw a dagger next to the brave woman on the ground with a smirk. She looked at it, then looked at the wife of the saxon man, with their child in her hands. She took the dagger, and held it to the neck of the man.
-You better get yourself together for your family's sake. You are in a land you don't know, surrounded by people you don't know. They depend on you for survival wether you are all slaves or not. I only spare you because i do not wish for your family to know how to make ends meet without anyone to protect them. To make it alone... - the woman said before giving back the dagger to the viking, who laughed and grabbed her ass, yanking her close to his body. The woman did not care for herself, she punched the man in the eye, who fell on his backside, before she spat on him, and walked away, making the rest of the men laugh. She knew mercy, she was wise and strong, yet she was brave enough to humiliate someone who were way above a mere slave. She must have noone to look after, and to care for her.
Bjorn's jaw clenched, but he just walked away, and into the great hall where his brothers an Lagertha were.
-Bjorn.. you arrive at last. - Ivar snarled. - How was your destiny? DId you find it as pleasing as you imagined?
Bjorn just sighed. Ivar was getting way ahead of himself.
-It was satisfactory brother. What are you planning to do with the saxons you brought here?
-Straight to business i see. A lot of Kattegat's good people died when King Harald paid some bastard to attack. I plan to provide slaves for the men so that Kattegat could flourish again.. - he said with a sick smile - for that when i'll be king, i can make it ever greater..
His claim to be king was reasonable, Lagertha knew that sooner or later one of Ragnar's sons will try to take over the power. The seer told her that one of them would kill her someday.
-i want to buy one to help Torvi with my kids. I have seen one that was good with kids.
-Take whichever you want brother. Take it as a gift..
That was how you ended up as a slave in Bjorn's household.
At first he wasn't around much, and when he was, he just watched you from afar as you played with, and took care of his children. Noticing that Torvi wasn't around much, but they never cared for eachother's presence anyways. There was some kind of love, but definetely not the kind you should have for someone that gave you kids. You then stopped, then scolded yourself for even thinking of this kind of thing. You were a slave, far far away from any place you ever knew. The only priority should be to survive. Nothing else. Hopes, dreams and family were out of the picture. The first time in your life you were thankful for being an orphan and having nobody because this way you only really had to worry about yourself.
That winter Bjorn was studying his map in peace, Torvi was in the village with Lagertha while you played with the kids. You urged them not to go on the ice, knowing it was still weak, but they laughed and told you you were just a slave, you had no right to command them. You started to loudly plead for them to get off of the ice. The you hear it break. By the time Bjorn walked out to the front of the house, cuase of his daughter screaming, you put the two boys back on the ice where it was safe, telling them to back inside and change their clothes. You climbet out slowly, looking at your soaked dress, before walking inside to change yourself.
When you walked beside Bjorn, he got a hold of your upper arm, making you flinch as you were already freezing, your lips blue. He wanted to say something, but he changed his mind and he only said Thank you before letting you go to change before you catch a cold.
That night Torvi did not come home, so you cooked soup for the kids and Bjorn. After you put them to bed, you silently placed yourself in the small nook you had as a room, lit a candle and started to patch your dress cause the ice slashed it in places.
Bjorn appeared in the doorway, watching you silently. When you looked up, you pricked your finger and it started to bleed. You hissed and in 2 strides he was kneeling before you taking a hold of your bleeding finger. You tried to take it from his hold, not to bleed on him, but he gave you a stern look, so you stopped moving. He was gently when he swiped off the blood and tied a cloth around it for you. But he made no move to leave, he just looked into your eyes.
-Why did you save them? You could've died.
-They are your children. I am just a slave. Their life is way more important then mine. I have noone to come home to, never had. - you said not looking at him. He curled a finger under your chin to make you look at him.
-We are your family now, this is your home. - he said and you couldn't help but laugh.
-I am your slave, that is entirely different. - you scoffed.
-Then you are not my slave anymore. You are free to stay, or free to go. - he said and you looked at him not understanding. He sighed, and started to explain. - I am setting you free. I want you to think of us as your family, not as someone who own you. We do not own you.
-Big false words.. I will never be free. The Holy God has other plans for me. But it is alright, i know that in the end, my choices will be the ones that matter. - you said, before taking a hold of the wooden cross in your neck. You were so angry you could've cried. But you weren't going to let him.
You were orphaned at a young age, a nunnery took you in. You never knew kindness. Your body was littered with scars from the procedures you had to endure in process to become a nun. They said you were sent by god himself, and that is why you had to endure all this pain, to repell for the sins humans had committed. It was the only life you knew. You were told that if you ever in danger, you have to kill yourself in order to prevent them to corrupt you. You had to stay pure so god would lift to himself to live happily in Heaven. But before you could od it, they captured and unarmed you.
In the middle of the night you were out, kneeling in the snow, dagger before you, silently praying, when Bjorn had found you. He decided not to disturb you, just watch you from afar. He had feelings for you that he cannot understand. You were christian. Sure he hated Athelstan when he was a kid, then he learned to love him. But you were a different case. He felt a pull to you.
-Forgive me father for i have sinned. I have sinned in thought. I.. i had dreams which i cannot understand, aches that i never felt before. I had been practicing repentance but they do not go away. Please lord, guide my soul back to you. - you whispered when you heard steps in the snow. You turned around, pointing the dagger to whoever it was.
Bjorn held up his hands so you knew he wasn't here to hurt you. But you did not lower the dagger.
-Why do you keep watching, following me? - you asked.
-You are a part of our family, i am ought to keep you safe too. There are wolves and bears out here you know. - he said with a smile.
-Good, i should've been dead months ago. - you snarled. His eyes widened.
-What thoughts you asked guidance from your god for? - he asked curiously, as he started to circle you.
-That is between me and my god. - you said arrogantly.
He knocked the dagger out of your hands, and grabbed your hands, holding you close with your back to his chest as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
-Perhaps thoughts of me are plaguaging you ? - he whispered with a low voice, when the aches returned. When you did not answer he knew he was right. -Ain't nothing bad with those love..
-I am a woman of god, i should've kill myself when your people attacked. - you said not resisting his hold anymore.
-But you didn't, you had a job to do still, your god had other plans for you. - he said, and then shoved your head back, hitting him right in the nose, making him let you go. You grabbed the dagger again, holding it to his neck now. He was not afraid though, his hands held your hips as he yanked you closer, leaning down, nose touching yours.
-You will not hurt me we both know that. Perhaps your god is telling you to live a different live as you did. - he said before softly kissing you sofly. You gasped but did not lower the dagger. You broke his kiss, looking him in the eye.
-Tell me one good reason not to cut your throat. - you snarled at him with hate in your voice.
-You do not want to. You may try to deny it, but we both feel it. I never thought i could want a christian, after my friend was killed, but here i am. And i know you feel the pull too, you must have felt it.
-And what if my god is testing me. The devil is tempting me into sin..
You cannot finish because he grabbed the blade and threw it away, before kissing you passionately. You cannot find in yourself to stop it. You had dreamt of this before, this was why you were praying tonight too. For your god to forgive these dreams and thoughts. And now here you were kissing Bjorn under the moonlight. He gently picked you up, not breaking the kiss before bringing you back to your small room, as he put you in your bed, hovering over you.
-Will your wife kill me tomorrow? -you asked as he caressed your cheek.
-She won't, she is also not my wife. We do not love eachother.
-But you have kids together.
-That doesn't mean we want eachother as companion for life. I freed you because i hope you'd want to be mine cause of your own will, not cause you are a slave and have no other choice. - he whispered before kissing you again.
-You would resent me for my god. - you said holding his collar.
-I don't care what god or gods you pray for. I care that you're by my side. - he said before he kissed your neck. You gasped and pushed him away.
-Did you never...? - he asked and you shook your head. - I will take care of you, i can be gentle. - he smiled at you. Somehow he felt that being your first was something big. He wanted it to be good for you. He slowly undone your dress, making you lay bare under him as he caressed the scars he found. He did not ask about them, he can do that tomorrow, for now he wanted to show you love. His lips followed his caressing fingers as he showered your body with kisses until he settled between your legs. He kissed you womanhood just as he kissed your lips before, yet unfamiliar warmth spread across you as a whimper escaped your lips. You felt him smirk as he started to put a finger inside you between licks, pumping in and out gently. You felt something building inside of you, something wanting to snap. It was unfamiliar, most possibly sinful, yet something you wanted to never stop. When the coil inside you snapped, he climbed up to kiss you and sweep some hair out of your face. He caressed your body all over again before laying down on your bed, making you straddle him. YOu did not know when he got naked, but he had a body that screamed sin and holiness at the same time. You looked at him questioningly when he smiled at you, caressing your face again, then grabbing your chin to bring you down for a kiss.
-This way you'll be in control. I do not want to hurt you (Y/n). You can do it in your pace. - he said as he grabbed your hips and started to move you over his shaft. Not entering, just sliding along it, creating a delicious friction that had you moaning again. He stopped when he felt his tip aligning with your etrance perfectly, and he waited for you to sink down on him, letting him impale you in your own pace. You slowly lowered yourself, welcoming the pain of him stretching you out. When you sank down on him, letting him into you fully, you stopped, waiting for yourself to adjust. You looked at him. His eyes were closed, his hands caressed you.
He suddenly opened his gorgeous eyes, and sat up with you still impaled on his lap as he kissed you passionately.
-You were made for me. - he whispered before he started to thrust in and out of you. The feeling was unfamiliar but not unwelcomed. You felt that sweet feeling build up inside you again. You started to meet his thrusts harder and faster, chasing your release. When your moans became louder, your breathing uneven he took over and pistoed into you mercilessly. You reached your climax in no time, your abused cunt squeezing him so much, he thought it won't ever let go of him again, nor that he wanted to ever leave the warm place that was made for him there. He thought of you carrying his child someday as he came in you, as you small battered body, collapsed on his chest. He put his arms around you, holding you close, drawing small circles on your back.
-Sleep now love. I'll keep you warm. - he whispered before kissing the top of your head. And that is what he did. When you woke up the next morning, you felt sore, but you felt something warm under you. You unconsciously snuggled closer to the source, only to hear a faint rumbling and a little laugh. When you opened your eyes, you were met with Bjorn's blue ones, filled with all the love you ever saw. He was looking at you as if you were something holy. You didn't find the words so you just stared at him.
-Does it hurt anywhere? - he asked. You shook your head and looked down, suddenly shy. He pulled you close again.
-You are so perfect... - he said.
#request#requests are open#one shot#smut#vikings history channel#bjorn x reader#bjorn x you#bjorn ironside#bjorn ragnarsson#bjorn fluff#bjorn smut
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Smut thoughts:
Aemond Au’s
Lovesick! Aemond
Gross Best Friend! Jacaerys
Thots
Thots
Thoughts
Daemon Au’s
5:38 Pm
7:45 Am
4:12 Am
12:56 Pm
7:11 Pm
1:42 Am
2:34 Am
4:56 Pm
Quick Smuts:
Kink Headcanon (Obey me)
Kink Headcanon part 2 (Obey me)
My Mother Told Me (Male Reader) and My Mother Told Me (Female Reader) (Aemond Targaryen)
Praise/Degration (Stranger things)
Hit My Spot (Cregan Stark)
Wanna Make A Baby? (Aegon Targaryen)
All I See Is Red (Harwin Strong)
Good At Playing Pretend (Cregan Stark)
Teacher Aemond Smut
My Type With A Little Attitude (Arber Xhekaj)
I’m A Project Baby (Juraj Slafkovsky)
Maybe You’re The Problem (Daemon Targaryen)
Body Language (Hvitserk)
Greedy (Hvitserk)
I Wasn’t Thinking (Viserys Targaryen)
Pretty Kitty (Rhaenyra Targaryen)
Open Arms (Jack Salter)
Slut Sub Daemon
Something New? Like What? (Steve Harrington)
All Over Again (Daemon Targaryen)
Take Me To The (Daemon Targaryen)
Why Don’t You Do Right? (Villain! Daemon)
In The Nightshade Library (Ajax Petropolus)
A Whole New World (Tyler Galpin)
Tutor Au (Obey me)
”Learning” In The Classroom (Ajax Petropolus)
Kink Lists:
Kink List With Trevor Zegras
Kink List With Jamie Drysdale
Kink List With Juraj Slafkovsky
Kink List With Arber Xhekaj
Kink List With Jack Hughes
Kink List With Bjorn Ironside
Kink list with Lucifer
Kink list with Mammon
Kink list with Leviathan
Kink list with Satan
Kink list with Asmodeus
Kink list with Beelzebub
Kink list with Belphegor
Kink list with Solomon
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