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Coming Back || Björn Ironside x Oc
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Summary: Bjorn returns back to Wessex just in time for the birth of his first child with Evangeline. After being forced into marriage, it is the first time they see each other after the wedding.
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Kingdom of Wessex
“Move it!” Björn yells as he moves past servants and guards rushing around the place. Ragnar follows, amused at his son’s mood. They had just set foot back in Wessex after news came that Evangeline was expected to give birth very soon. Of course shocked, Björn wanted to be by his wife’s side when his first child is born.
The married couple had not seen each other in many months as he left right after their consummating ceremony. Although their marriage was only a political matter, Björn still cared about her.
“Ah, my son-in-law! How are you Björn?” King Ebert opens his arms wide. Björn awkwardly looks to his father before hesitating and moving closer to the King who pulls him in for a hug and a pat on the back.
“My dear Evangeline has missed your presence, but rest assured, her pregnancy has been very smooth. I pray to the God above that she delivers the child safely without much pain.” He does the sign of the cross as Björn slowly nods. “And where is she? The soon to be mother of my child?” His deep voice questions the King.
King Ecbert beckons a servant, “Take them to the birthing room,” And with that, Björn quickly follows the servant, Ragnar following suit but not before giving a look to the King.
The two walk into a hallway where they could already hear Evangeline’s cries of pain. Björn stiffened at the sound of her screams, it was his first time becoming a father so he did not know what to expect. Ragnar takes ahold of his son’s upper arm making him stop. “When you go in there, she is obviously in a lot of pain. Take her hand, comfort her. And pray to Freyja.” He says lowly to Björn who just nods before exhaling from his nose.
The servant waited in front of the door. Björn nodded and the door opened revealing his wife pacing slowly around the room. Her hands on her back as she breathed heavily. Her hair was sticking to her shiny face and her white gown slightly covered with blood. Evangeline had not yet noticed his presence in the room.
Another cry left her mouth as she threw her head back, massaging her stomach as servants press a cloth to her sweaty forehead. Ragnar stayed leaned up by the door, his eyes scanning around the room. “Evangeline…” Björn called out making the princess turn her head to his direction.
In a matter of seconds, she stormed up to him, hitting his chest a few times. “Where have you been! I have been waiting for you-“ She stopped mid sentence as she winced and leaned her head against his firm chest. “Because of you, I seem to be fighting against a demon inside my stomach!” She fumed before she turned back around and continued pacing.
Björn watched his wife in shock as she kept yelling “get out, get out, get out” over and over. He looks behind his shoulder to his father for help but Ragnar only chuckles. “Sounds like a typical Viking baby” He shrugs as Björn walks to Evangeline. He takes her shoulders, “I think you should this to the bed, yes?” He says to her with his slight accent.
“I think that is a great idea, my Prince. Let’s go lay down in the bed shall we?” An older handmaiden gently takes Evangeline’s hands and move her to the bed. Now that he was married to the Princess of Wessex, he was technically considered Prince. It sure was still new to Björn.
Evangeline laid down on the bed with her husband trailing behind, his hand on her lower back. Björn takes ahold of her hand, just like what his father told her to do, placing a kiss on her knuckles before silently praying to Freyja.
“Princess, you need to start pushing!” Evangeline screams in pain but nonetheless pushes. “What are you doing?” She says in between her yells of pain. “Praying to the Goddess Freyja, so that you safely deliver our son or daughter” Björn says as he looks her in the eyes.
She doesn’t say anything but continues to push, tears streaming down her face from the pain she was experiencing. “This baby is going to be the death of me!” She screams before she gives one final push, her hand squeezing hard with Björn’s but he did not mind.
For the first time that afternoon, the villa fell silent until the noise of a baby crying broke it . Evangeline fell back on the bed, exhausted with her eyes closed. Björn stares amazed at the newborn, his child, a daughter. The handmaiden wraps the baby in cloth before taking her to the exhausted mother.
“Look, isn’t our daughter beautiful?” Björn softly whispers in Evangeline’s ear as she slowly opens her eyes, her daughter resting on her chest as tears of joy flow down her face. Björn couldn’t stop smiling at the little human being he helped create.
“She’s beautiful,” Evangeline whispers, looking down at the baby. “What should we name her?” The Princess looks at Björn with searching eyes as he takes a moment to think before looking to his father.
“I think we should name her Ingrid. It means beautiful goddess, because I know our daughter already is one,” He smiles down at the baby, her tiny hand wrapping themselves around Björn’s finger. Evangeline’s eyes move to Björn as everyone in the room exchanges looks.
No doubt were they questioning the name of the Princess’ child as it was old norse originated. “Ingrid. Princess Ingrid. I like that name,” Evangeline says softly as Björn smiles at her and kisses her cheek.
“Where is my granddaughter!” King Ecbert rushes in and stops to see the sight infront of him. His eyes immediately soften before coming to his daughter’s side, Evangeline notices his older brother Aethulwulf standing by the door awkwardly. Evangeline carefully gives her father Ingrid as the King admires his granddaughter silently.
The young Princess beckons her older brother who takes a hesitant step forward. He moves past his father and engulfs the younger in a hug. “How are you dear sister?” He rubs her back as Evangeline lets out a breath. “I’m fine. Though rest and sleep is all I can think about right now,” She chuckles as the others around do the same.
King Ecbert than passes Ingrid to her uncle. Evangeline watch as the two fuss over her daughter as she rests her head on Björn’s chest. “Thank you for being here,” She looks up to him with a gentle smile. He says nothing but moves her closer to him and places a kiss on her forehead.
The door opened and revealed Lagertha and Ragnar. The famous Shield-maiden immediately moves to the bed where the couple laid. She engulfed Björn in a tight hug before giving Evangeline one aswell. Lagertha moves to the other side and Aethulwolf passes Ingrid to her.
“Oh she’s beautiful,” Lagertha softly says, looking at Evangeline and Björn. “What is her name?” She questions as she brushes Ingrid’s cheek. “Ingrid.” Evangeline answers with a proud smile. “Ingrid.” Ragnar nods, moving behind Lagertha to look down at the baby in her arms.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful baby,” Ragnar acknowledges with a smile and winks at the young Princess.
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axelsagewrites · 5 months
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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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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months
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Cuddling them out of nowhere
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Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.
Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.
Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.
Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.
Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.
Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?
Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.
Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.
Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.
Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.
Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.
Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.
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Kinktober day 2: Titfucking- Bjorn Ironside
Summary: kept up with sore breasts, Bjorn helps you to feel better
Word count: 642
A/N: if this gets enough attention I might do a part 2
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Lying awake in the middle of the night groaning in bed with Bjorn is usually a great time but right now while you’re both in pain and horny it’s not great.
“My love, why don’t you just let me take care of you. Blood does not phase me, and you usually love when I take care of you during your monthly bleeds.” Bjorn almost growled in your ear as his hand reaches from your stomach to the top of your pelvis, nipping at your ear.
“Bjorn, darling, I would love nothing more than for you to shove your cock in me and fuck me senseless but I can barely move. By the gods! I want your cock so badly! My breasts hurt, I’m tired and I need you.” You moan, frustration taking over you.
Bjorn noticed you massaging your own breasts as you pouted at him, upset and sleep clearly on your face.
“Well I mean if your breasts need massaging then let me.” Bjorn whispers seductively as his hands gently replaced yours.
Bjorns hands may have felt more rough, but they were just as gentle as your own. The mix of his calloused hands but gentle movements driving you mad.
“Gods, your breasts are a gift just for me. The gods have blessed you with an absolutely beautiful body, and they have blessed me with you.” He groans directly into your ear, now straddling your hips.
Your head falls back as you grasp and groan, pain now beginning to be forgotten as pleasure takes over. As Bjorn begins to pinch your nipples, your eyes open to the amazing site in front of you.
Bjorn was gently gyrating his hips into you, hands squeezing you a lot more roughly now as his eyes are fixated just on your breasts, looking almost hypnotised by them. He loved your breasts more than battle, booze or the gods themselves.
With how fascinated he was with your breasts and with his cock ever growing as he ground into you, an idea came to your mind. This idea was more of a fantasy, one you’ve thought about often. You needed Bjorn and he need you, especially your breasts.
“Fuck my tits!” You moaned out, very inelegantly and needy.
This caused bjorns eyes to shoot up to yours as a mischievous grin grew on his face.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, my love.” He grinned cheekily as he jumped off of you to grab the bottle of oil kept in your bedroom cabinet.
Quickly rushing back and almost jumping back on top of you as he generously poured the oil on you and rubbing it all over you. Squeezing your breasts once again with fascination, watching the oil shine and glide on your breasts under the candle light made you look like a goddess.
“Gods you are a goddess, Freya herself would be jealous of you, my love.” He almost growled as pushed the head of his cock through your breasts.
Groaning, his head falls back as he pushes his cock through your breasts, thrusts growing faster and harder. His hands squeeze your breasts harder and his cock pushes into you with more powerful strokes.
“Oh y/n! Oh fuck! Gods I’m gonna cum all over you.” He almost roared at you.
“Cum all over me, Bjorn. Give me your cum.” You say breathless, drunk on the image of this great warrior above you.
It only took a few more strong thrusts until his warm cum flew onto your face and chest. Licking up what you can reach, you drag him down by his neck roughly kissing him, shoving your tongue into his mouth.
“My breasts definitely feel a lot better now but I believe it’s time you show me how much blood truly doesn’t bother you, oh mighty warrior.” You tease him with a cheeky grin.
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Hello there :) please could I request something for Vikings with a female reader if possible. Where the reader (a shieldmaiden) meets the ragnarssons for the first time after being taken in by Ragnar when her parents are killed, and they start developing feelings for her later on? 💙
Hey! Thought that making this into headcanons/preferences would be the best format, message me if you want a full work where I elaborate!🌺
🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀
Vikings preference: Falling for a shieldmaiden taken in by Ragnar
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Bjorn A little rough around the edges, at first - you're a complete stranger, after all. Maybe he criticizes your posture one day and you're more than willing to make him prove his 'superiority'. Whether you win or lose is not as important as the sole fact that you were a challenge for him, although he might not outright admit that. Despite being a shieldmaiden and Bjorn having witnessed your abilities first-hand, he still perceives you as a woman first - the burden of upbringing, one might say. Because of that, he often tries to fight your battles for you, both on the battlefield and outside of it. Most of the time it's small things: bringing you this, giving you that. He definitely might come off as overbearing at times but there's no malice in his heart - Bjorn genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. The downside is that even your stern words might not knock off his habits (the two of you fought numerous times about his overprotective attitude). That protective side of him comes out especially strong during cold winter months when he needs to be extra sure that you're well-fed and warm. In his hot and cold attitude, you find irrefutable proof of his affection. After all, what else if not love could bring warmth and care out of a man known for his dauntlessness and reserved attitude? Bjorn puts his fondness into words in a very peculiar manner: suggesting your possible gains. In other terms, he hints at all the goods you'd have and the shortages you wouldn't suffer if he could have your hand. See that pile of wood that's going to last you for at least a month? Or the furs on your bed that are just enough to stay warm on a freezing winter night? Without half-truths and subtext, Bjorn assures you that he could provide you so much more. Although 'could' should be read as 'wants to' - a desire he's determined to fulfil only if you agree to be his.
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Ubbe The one who actually talks to you first, with no expectations or prejudice. Even if he did have those, he's capable of looking past them and making a fair judgement only after getting to know you. At first he's a little uncomfortable with the situation and your person because you're kind of like a sister but not really? That apprehension doesn't last long, however: he's a little too smitten with you. To his own surprise, your presence makes the long absence of his father a little easier to bear - Ragnar didn't leave on a whim, he had a reason to do so and it was a good reason. If the other Ragnarsons treat you with malice, thinking of you as the sole reason they had to grow up fatherless, Ubbe is always ready to step in and de-escalate the situation. In some way, he's similar to Bjorn in expressing his affection in the sense of being protective. Ubbe perceives you as a woman, a woman he loves to be exact, and only then a warrior, despite getting a taste of your skills on his own. Just like his half-brother, he'd try to do things for you, deal with the mundane burdens of everyday life; he only cares about you. The thing that sets them apart is Ubbe's willingness to stand back - once he knows you can stand your ground, he lets go a little, although reluctantly. Another thing is that he already acts like your husband despite being yet to earn that title: always being in your vicinity, fighting any men who try to woo you, thinking ahead and gifting you anything you might need in the near future. Whenever his training alongside his brothers, Ubbe tends to tease them saying that you're better than them. Whether that is true or just brotherly spitefulness is yet to be determined. When the moment comes and Ubbe confesses his affections, he's very straight-forward, telling you how much you mean to him.
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Hvitserk Curious and fascinated - you're pretty and courageous. Even if you end up rejecting him (a possibility he doesn't think is realistic), you seem like a great person to be around. He's friendly from day one. Keeps hinting at his romantic interest in you through smooth, sublime and yet unambiguous remarks, so there is no doubt about his intentions. In an attempt to spend more time with you, Hvitserk offered to join you in training. Clashing swords and breadth-of-hair ducks were not enough to stop his flirting (you had this growing suspicion that he's also unnecessarily touchy - not that you were one to complain). The only difference from his daily sweet talk was that with a sword in his hand, Hvitserk's words became vividly more explicit. Some of them caught you off guard but once the surprise washed away, you realized you had nothing against those generous offers becoming true. Even if his brothers are also interested in you, he doesn't see them as a competition or a threat of any sort. His approach wouldn't be a surprise to anyone who had even once seen you two together - there was no chance any other Ragnarson could sweep you off your feet. Truth be told, you knew Hvitserk's feelings before he told you, although it should be clarified that he didn't explicitly confess his affections: during a quite intimate moment, in bed and under furs, he suddenly asked you to marry him. Relationship-wise, out of all the Ragnarsons Hvitserk is the one to treat you the most equally to him.
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Sigurd Begins to be interested in you simply because his brothers were. Then he noticed your ambivalence towards Ivar and how much it was pissing the youngest brother off and Sigurd was instantly on board - he might yet find an ally in you. Out of the Ragnarssons, he is the most invisible brother and so he didn't quite expect to pique your interest. To his surprise, you're the one to accost him, asking about living in Kattegat and the family reputation he has to hold up. Not to mention all the prince's responsibilities he has to suffer. From your own words, Sigurd learned that, just like him, you're not one for big crowds and front rows, preferring to stray from the eye of the storm that so often seemed to emerge around Ragnar and his sons. He finally found someone who understood his perspective and not only that - they shared it. The two of you are often disappearing somewhere together and the general population of Kattegat quite quickly catches on but you and Sigurd care little about those rumours. Definitely spent hours upon hours coming up with a wax poetic ballad about you. He put himself in one of the verses describing his growing fondness for you. Luckily for him, he won't have to change the verse about the shieldmaiden loving some guy named Sigurd back.
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Ivar Acts like he doesn't care and tries to make himself believe that mainly because deep inside he had immediately dismissed the possibility of you being interested in him. You've heard stories of course but a certain degree of scepticism is a trait of a good warrior - it keeps you level-headed. Once when you were sitting on the pier, enjoying a moment of solitude, Ivar approached you only to ask about his father. After all, you'd spent more time with Ragnar than he did, even if he wasn't your actual parent. While sharing stories about the famous Ragnar Lothbrok, Ivar noticed that you're neither apprehensive nor fearful of him. In a way, it upsets him - he found himself in a situation where he doesn't have the upper hand. But this surprising and wholly unwelcome vulnerability didn't backfire. Truthfully, the longer you talked about the legend of Ragnar Lothbrok, the more Ivar wished you would stop talking about his father and simply talk about yourself. Except for his parents, you were the only person whose presence he didn't completely detest and Ivar was yet to make an opinion on how that made him feel. He definitely hates seeing you interact with his brothers as he naively thought that he was the only recipient of your sympathies and it's exactly that lack of exclusivity that makes him go out on a limb and make less-than-ambiguous remarks that you happily reciprocate. Sometimes, when he can't sleep at night, Ivar climbs onto his father's throne and dwells on various fantasies of glory and bloodshed. In those dreams, there's always a place for you - a brave and beautiful shieldmaiden that rides into battle by his side and gives birth to his children, who go on to become kings, emperors and conquerors.
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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.
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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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fofisstilinski · 6 months
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Vikings
Oh my god, I just watched Vikings and I'm in love. I'll write ideas for one shots (and series).
If you are a writer and need ideas, you can message me .
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hc-geralt-23 · 10 months
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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.
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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
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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
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The Vampire Diaries
Damon Salvatore
Damon Salvatore and Elena's Older Sister
The Messy Love Triangle of Stefan, Sarah, and Damon
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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.
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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
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Sam And Colby
Colby Brock
Guardians of the Enchanted Grove
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Twilight
Jasper Hale
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The Hobbit
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Marvel
DC
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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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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years
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How the Ragnarssons Would React to You Being a Warrior
*Warnings- talks of sex, drinking, suggestive nature, this one also has talks violence
(As always gifs are not mine and I do not claim credit for them. Thank you to the creators !)
Bjorn Ironside :
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- Not saying it would a requirement but . . . . you know it would definitely help your relationship if you can hold you own in battle - If you both met on the battle field fighting for the same cause UUGHHH he would be swooning - Personally I feel like y'all he would realize his feelings for you during Paris, if you were there *hint hint* - Now all this being said he would still prefer for you to stay close to his side - This man would have such a protective instinct over you I swear to the gods - Bjorn would also gift you a necklace with mjolnir as well as protective metal garb with runes of the gods blessed at Uppsala - Before every battle he wouldn't voice his worries or that he loves you he would simply place his hands on your face and rest his forehead on yours <3
Ubbe :
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- I say this with my whole chest HE IS LOOKING RESPECTFULLY - This man would see you as an equal and even ask you for battle strategies when the time comes - Whether you two are together platonic ally, romantically, etc. he would always make sure to give you something of his so you have to return it to him after the battle ("If you don't I will drag you from the halls of the gods and kill you myself" He would have that signature smirk that he got from his father lmao) - Eventually if you start giving him stuff of your own before battle he would be over the moon and you would be lucky if he doesn't propose right then and there - He is a man of words and action so directly after the fighting has ceased would search for you and then engulf you in his arms talking of how great you were and How proud the gods are of all those who fought along side y'all
Hvitserk
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- Kinda feel like this man would be fairly indifferent. Don't get me wrong, hes proud ( a wee bit confused) such a person would choose to be with him gods he'd nearly drop over dead but other than that its business as usual - Perhaps it would allow him to feel comfy with being more rough when it comes to your sex life if you know what I mean - Now we all know that this poor man has a drinking problem annnnnd after every battle victorious or not you both will go drinking mead . . . . eventually you of course would have to cut him off - While drinking though you guys would be sloppily tending to each others wounds - Cuddlying will ensue no questions asked (he prefers being little spoon but does not mind having you laying on top of him attached like a little Koala)
Sigurd
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- Now lets get this all sorted Sigurd doesn't love physical confrontation unlike some of his brothers *couch* Ivar *cough* BUT he would find it so hot when you have that after battle look (as long as you're not injured of course) when you are covered in sweat and blood - Don't ask if he does though because he will fiercely deny it - Once everything is said and done you can bet he will tackle you with the most passionate hug and kisses no matter who is watching - When that is finally out of his system he'll take you to get a bath where he'll scrub you down while humming a song he can't quite remember then he will "graciously" let you clean him up too
Ivar the Boneless
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- I am going to politely say this once and I will not be repeating myself Ivar will have you on his side if you are a good fighter we all witnessed what with Bishop Heahmund - But seriously if you are true to him and loyal (though if we are being honest with each other he is just suspicious everyones loyalty no matter who they are) he really could not give a damn - Well that is what he'd tell you but every once in a while he might just bring you to where he is standing away from the battle purely for strategical reasons of course - Off the field this man will give you tips and even train with you. Teaching you how to fight like him, to be sly, to be quick, and to think on your feet - Now as amazing as this all sounds there is the downside of having to calm him down when hes angry and even fighting some of his personal battles like when someone gives him a tough time. I believe its fair to say that you can get protective over him even if he doesn't need your protection
Ragnar the Younger
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- Kinda like Bjorn I'm not gonna say its a requirement that you are fighter however you know it won't hurt you know - Now as I am sure we are all aware family is so important to Ragnar so if you are fighting for his family's cause be it Uthreds, his own, or his fathers he would already admire you - Gods if you are ever put in a positions where you saved his life hed be like well damn guess I have found the one and he would be eternally grateful - He's the type of person who would allow you to have your own life and he will have his and you both will meet in the middle and if suddenly in life you decide hey I want to be a badass warrior he would more than willing to help you train and then let you be on your merry way (he is proud of you do not worry) - After every battle cue him frantically searching the field praying to Tyr and Thor and Odin and Freyja and whoever that would listen that you were alive and when he finds you expect to his a bright smile despite his physical state
Uthred of Bebbanburg
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- He has a thing for warriors. No questions. - Uthred will playfully fight you and even jokingly challenge to draw the square for a duel. Gods help you if you accept, he will not go easy on you and if you think he would you are wrong. - If you have sworn your sword to him, he would treat you as a friend, a companion. He would even see you as someone he could trust with his life seeking you out for advice (even when he didn't need it) - Now if you had sworn your sword to someone else and you were a good warrior he will stand with you to the best of his ability. IF said person was King Alfred you and him would be attached by the hip - Idk if you all know that one scene in star wars with Kylo and Rey
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- this scene this is how you both would fight, together and in unison
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ryuzakemo128 · 9 days
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Björn Ironside x reader : "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."
Please and thank you💙
I hope you like this and fits with what you might want.
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Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions
Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x reader
Genre: Angst
Requested? Yes
Prompt: "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."
Content Warning: Possible mention of death, illness, disorders and disease. If any of these topics trigger or make you feel a certain way. I urge you to click off and preserve your mental health. As it's important to care for your mental health as well as your physical health.
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You were unwell, bedridden for months, your fragile body refusing to move. Refused to obey. "[Y/N]" Bjorn said, his voice both harsh and commanding. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. It was as if he expected you to have told him about this before. As if he expected you to reveal everything to him when he wanted you to. Your lips curled into a snarl, a silent rebellion against him as your anger continued to boil beneath the surface, 'How can he assume he knows anything by demanding it when he wants it? You thought.
"I would have told you before, but I couldn't. I don't expect you to understand what I'm going through." You told him. Your voice was hoarse and strained. His entitlement, his entitled behaviour continued to annoy you. Even now.
You wanted to lash out, but your bones. Heavy as lead would not let you. You wanted to shout at him. But you couldn't find the words, they got caught on your tongue and stuck in your throat. The words between you and him remained unspoken.
His assumption that you would be fine this winter, that you would be able to go out there without any possible injury or illness. His presumption almost killed you, his presumptuous behaviour made you sick and injured. Sometimes almost dead.
His words, his tone, his expectations, his assumptions, they were all so disrespectful. He never once considered your feelings, your safety, your well-being. He treated you as if you were nothing more than a tool at his disposal, something to be taken for granted, something to be discarded when it no longer served his purpose. At least that was how you felt, and how you assumed he felt about you.
But that was not who you were. You were not just a servant or a housekeeper. You were a person with feelings, with a life of your own, with dreams and aspirations. And you deserved to be treated with respect and dignity. This relationship was a sinking ship, and you didn't want to stay on it. Not for another second, not for another day, and certainly not for the rest of your life. It was time to jump ship, to swim to safety, to find your way back to the shore where you belonged. You owed it to yourself. To your future.
"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you." You said to him. A bitter taste remaining on the tip of your tongue.
He didn't protest, didn't argue and he just left you there. Alone. Both bedridden and close to death.
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teacupcollector · 2 years
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Well-Being V. Belief (Bjorn Ironside x Reader)
Warning: Abuse of many forms and Self-Harm
A/N: Everyone is over the age of 18
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: I don’t know if I will make this a series, I made this for comfort of myself so I apologize if this upsets anyone.
 I am not in this situation anymore 
If you or anyone you know is experiencing something like this remember it is not weak to ask for help Abuse Hotline:  800-799-7233 Suicide Hotline: 988 Summary:  Reaching out for help is not a bad thing and Bjorn is trying to help you understand that, but when rumors seep into the dark corners of his mind he says things he regrets, and now he only hopes it is not to late.
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Another victory has fallen over Kattegat as both warriors and shield maidens alike depart from their boats. Many people rejoice at the reunion of their loved ones. Some who are not as fortunate cry out at their loss of lovers, friends, mothers, and fathers. You were hoping you were the “unfortunate” one, but you are disappointed when you see your father walking down the dock and toward you. Your eyes cast down as a feeling of dread enters your body. The next thing you know you feel two firm hands on your sides and you let out a shriek. You turn your head to the left to see a laughing blond.
“Bjorn!” You exclaim before glancing in your fathers direction only for him to stalk away.
“I was disappointed that I didn’t meet your eyes once we were ashore. I had to get your attention some how!” He says with a smile.
“My name would have been just fine Ironside.” Bjorn only chuckles.
“Has the God Bragi taken ahold of you and deem you a poet? You just rhymed” You roll your eyes if annoyance.
“What was your raid like?” You ask trying to change this idiotic subject.
Bjorn turns to face the direction of the mead hall and wraps an arm around your shoulder while turning you as well.
“Let me tell you! It was fantasti-” You cut him off by removing yourself from under his arm. 
“You smell and need a ba-” Suddenly you are picked up bridal style. 
“A bath you say!” He exclaims as he starts a light jog toward the beach.
“Bjorn! Don’t you dare! I hate it when  you do thi-”  The splash of water on your bottom is quickly turned into your entire body as Bjorn goes to about knee deep and plops down.
You let out another shriek as the cold waters of the fjord seep into your bones. You look up to see Bjorn belly laughing as he holds you close to him.
“This will never get old.” He says with a smile as you both sit.
He begins to let go but you quickly grip on to him, hoping that he assumes it is under the guise of not wanting to seep deeper into the water.
“Can we... Can we stay like this for a moment longer?” You ask tucking your head into his shoulder.
“Of course...” He says with a slight smile before moving the arm that was under your legs to around your waist tugging you impossibly close to him always keeping his hands in the most respectful places.
You and Bjorn had many moments like this. You hope that it doesn’t make him uncomfortable in any way because these moments were the only times you really felt truly safe.
After a minute or so Bjorn speaks up. “Do I still smell?” 
“Hold on...” You say before pressing your nose to the side of his face. You take in a deep sniff near his ear which makes him duck out of the way to avoid the sound.  “Yeah you still smell like a gutted fish!”
“A gutted fish! That’s a new one.” He says with a laugh as he plops you in the water. 
“Hey!” You shout as you feel the pebbles of the fjord dig into your bottom.
You stands up quickly and flick his forehead.
“Hey!” He says rubbing his forehead as he stands up. “Why must you be so mean to me all the time?” He asks with a pout.
“Don’t be a baby. Now we need to get into dry clothes before freeze to death.” You say as you pick up your skirt and sludging your way out of the water.
Bjorn follows behind toward your house. “You don’t have to walk me home...” You say.
“I know but I want to.” He says and you sigh. “I will meet you in the hall Bjorn.” You say sternly and you see his face drop slightly.
He nods his head. “Yes of course. I’ll see you there.” He then turns toward the direction of his lodging and walks away.
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The feast in the mead hall was as great as all the others. Meats of all sorts, along with veggies of all kinds that were available. Everyone was singing and dancing as the King Ragnar Lothbrok and his family sit taller then all else. As of right now you are sitting by the fire trying your best to keep your head down in hope to not be noticed by your father, but that was short lived. You feel him sit next to you and wrap an arm around you. He seems to be saying something but all you can do is focus on not making any noise as to not cause any disturbance to the feast in front of you. You feel his arm move away from your shoulders as he turns to speak to someone. You feel his hand begin to grip your thigh. You go to stand up and move away but his grip is strong and keeps you in place.
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Bjorn looks on into the crowd hoping to see your eyes searching for him as well. The sight that he sees however upsets him. Your head is down and you are shaking, he looks into your lap to see the man beside you having his hand on your thigh. He looks to your clasped hands to see that your knuckles are turning white. By your body language he can tell that you are not a willing participant.
He is about to approach when a hand lands itself on his shoulder. He looks to the right of him to see his uncle Rollo. Rollo’s eyes follow the last place Bjorn was looking to.
“Her relationship with her father is normal at this point. They can’t seem to take their hands off each other.” Rollo says.
“Can you not see that she is not a willing participant? She needs help.” He says about to walk over only for the grip on his shoulder to stop him from moving further. 
“It is normal Bjorn. You hear the rumors around those two, you shouldn’t delude yourself in her presence no matter how much you like her.” 
Bjorn uses his right hand to grip his uncles shirt and press him against one of the wooden posts.
“You will not speak to her in such ways!” He hisses pressing his full arm into Rollos chest.
“I am just trying to avoid you from getting hurt Bjorn...” He says as he shoves Bjorns arm away. “I am looking out for you.” He says as we walks away.
Bjorn rolls his eyes. Yes he is aware of the rumors surrounding you but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to be your friend. He walks over to the table you sit at to which he meets your fathers eye. You father removes himself from you and turns back to his conversation.
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You look up to see Bjorn and let out a sigh of relief as the hand on your thigh leaves you. You stand up to face Bjorn with a strained smile.
“Let us leave.” Bjorn says as he places a ginger hand on your back, in between your shoulder blades. 
You allow him to guide you out as you feel many pairs of eyes on you.
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You and Bjorn walk throughout Kattegat until you are at the docks.
“Are you okay?” Bjorn asks turning you toward him. 
You only nod and you hear him sigh and open his arms. You enter his embrace and hide your face in his chest. You feel his head rest against yours as he tightens his hold on you. You had expressed to him before that compression aids you in lessoning your panic.
“You know you can talk to me about anything right?” He asks.
You nod but stay silent.
You feel Bjorn inhale as if he wants to say something but stays quiet.
“I’m sorry if I am a burden to you Bjorn. I bet you would much rather be in the hall enjoying food and drink.” 
Bjorn lets go of you and take your head in his hands to which you flinch for a moment. Bjorn’s eyes fill with sorrow but continues his actions in saying. 
“You have never been a burden to me. I enjoy your company more then anything else.” He says looking into your eyes.
You give a small smile and nod in thanks. You feel his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks as he begins to lean in. You pull away from him however. This causes Bjorn to frown, but he lets go of you for your own comfort.
“I must be getting home...” You say looking down.
“Of course would you like m-” “No thank you...” You say as you look up at him.
You quickly jog off the dock towards your home.
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Bjorn is filled with sadness and confusion as he sees you run away. He turns to the water front and lean against one of the posts. He was sure you felt the same. He curses to himself as he looks into the starry sky. He decides to go see the ‘Seer’ to maybe get some clarity.
He approaches the Seers hut and walks inside.
“Son of Ragnar... Why are you here?” He asks
Bjorn sits down. “I have something to ask...” “I know, but your question has yet to leave your mouth. Hurry up boy!” The Seer snaps.
“Um... Does... Does Y/N love me? Are our feelings mutual?” He asks and the Seer pauses.
“Love is all around the both of you.” “So it is mutual?” He asks excited.
“Possibly... Something stands in the way... Pray to Freyja... She will help bring clarity... Now leave. It is late.” The Seer snaps as he holds his palm out.
Bjorn takes his hand and runs his tongue along his palm before standing up to leave.
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The next day Bjorn decides to visit you in your home. You came to him in a dream which must have been Freyja answering his question. He approaches your home with much excitement, but pauses at the window. The sight he sees makes him scowl. Why would Freyja send him such a dream only to be confronted with this. He decides to wait outside and allow you to have your moments.
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You sniffle as you remove yourself from the bed and adjust your clothing. You decide to get started with your daily chores and step out of the house with a pale to collect water.
“So the rumors are true...” You hear the sound of Bjorn’s voice to the right of you.
“W-What?” You ask shakily.
“You play with my feelings all the time yet you decide to whore yourself with your own father.” You drop your pale.
“Y-You don’t know what you speak of!” You say as you march up to him. 
You grab his hands in yours digging your nails into his hands to keep him still.
“You do-” 
“I saw you allow him to kiss along your neck as his hands lay on your breasts!” Bjorn exclaims causing eyes to look in your direction.
“Bjorn please... You must understand!” You say desperately but he rips his hands out of your grasp.
“I should have listened to my Uncle. Your relationship is strange but you clearly seem to enjoy it! You like that h-” You cut him off with a slap before reach to his belt and snatching his knife and point it at him. He raises his hands in surrender as his eyes widen.
“Don’t speak of things you don’t know!” You shout as you back away a few steps before turning to run.
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Bjorn is again filled with hurt and sadness. He can’t decide if his eyes were deceiving him. He was confused, why would he say words like that to you? Yes he was upset about the lack of mutual affection, and yes he had heard the rumors but has always waited for you to say something. Was he wrong? Did you truly not enjoy it? Did he just allow you to be violated like that? He was right outside where he could have helped you, but instead he sat as a bystander like everyone else casting judgment on a situation he knew nothing about. He wanted to burst into your house and gut your father from groin to armpit. He decides against it and goes to his father for advice.
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As he walks into the hall he sees his father behind the leather curtain in the very back holding one of his children.
“Father?” He asks and Ragnar turns to him and smiles. “Come in my son.” He says as he opens the curtain for him.
“Why the sad face?” He asks with a smirk.
“Its about Y/N...” “I thought so. Tell me son.”
“I think I did something terrible...” Ragnar’s face drops for a moment. He turns to the Thralls and motions for them to take his children. “Take them for a walk.” He mumbles to them before guiding his son toward one of the chairs inside his bedroom.
“Son what did you do?” He asks concerned.
“I allowed her to be assaulted... I stood by and waited for it to be over. I heard her cry, but I was under the impression she enjoyed it...” Bjorn’s eyes begin to fill with tears.
Ragnars face morphs into one of anger, but stays silent.
“I allowed other peoples opinions of her enter my head. I called her a whore. I told her she enjoyed it. The reaction she gave showed the opposite. I feel terrible. I-” Ragnar cuts him off with a quick smack to the side of his head.
“You are truly an ignorant boy!” He growls. “Letting jealousy and belief come first over someone’s well-being is selfish!” He exclaims which causes Bjorn to finally let his tears fall.
“What happened afterwards!” Ragnar demands. 
“She slapped me before grabbing my knife and running away.” Ragnar runs his hand fall over his face.
“She is very unstable right now. You must find her before she does something you both may regret.” 
“But her fathe-” “I will deal with him now you must find her quickly.” Bjorn nods before standing up and rushing out of the hall to find you.
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You had been running for a long while. Your shoes have been torn off a mile or so ago. Your feet are bleeding and sore. Your hand is cramping from clutching onto the handle of Bjorn’s knife so long. Finally you see a clearing and slow down to a full stop. The sunlight shines through the canopy as dots of gold hit the floor. You decide to sit in the center of it. You look down at the knife in your hand and twist it in your palm. You take a deep breath as you place the blade against the inside of your left wrist.
“Odin... Odin I hope you can hear me. I wish to give my life to you, Though I may not ever enter Valhalla, I hope you take my death as a worthy sacrifice... And I hope that one day B-Bjorn forgives me... I know I am at fault for all of this... I-”
“it isn’t your fault!” You hear a voice shout. 
You turn around to see Bjorn entering the clearing.
“It isn’t your fau-” “It is!” You cut him off. “I-I allowed it to happen!”
“You didn’t! A father should never do that to their children. Yo-” 
“But you agree with everyone else! You believe the rumors!” You cry as tears fall down your cheeks.
“I do-” 
“You called me a whore! Like I had a choice for what I was going through!” You sob. “I didn’t... I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t!” You lament as you press the knife into your wrist.
“DON’T!” Bjorn shouts. “Don’t do it please! You can’t!” He says as he starts rushing toward you but you hold your wrist up to show him that you are serious.
“I am telling you not to do this! You wil-” “There is no justice for me!” You shout.
“No one will believe me! My father is a great warrior they wouldn’t waste it on me!
“Y-You agreed with them... The only person in the entirety of Midgard I felt safe with...” 
“My love please put the knife down!” Bjorn pleads.
“This knife is the only thing I have left of you! And it brings me comfort that you are here...” You say with a sniffle as you finally do what you intended.
“NO!” Bjorn immediately rushes to you as you decide to collapse to the ground. He takes off his shirt and begins to rip it into pieces. He wraps them around your wrists and holds pressure on them causing you to cry out.
“No, NO, keep those eyes open!” Bjorn shouts.
“I love you! You cannot leave me now!” He continues to beg.
Once he has them tightly faceted on your wrist he picks you up. 
“I am going to get you to Floki! Helga should be home. She will help!” He shouts hoping you can hear him. He quickly takes off in the direction of Floki’s home.
A/N: If anyone wants a part two I might make one. Like I said this was for comfort for myself, so I wrote until I felt like I couldn’t anymore.
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Happy Birthday, Bear
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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!
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"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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blakeswritingimagines · 7 months
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Who fell first and who fell harder
Ragnar: You fell first but he fell harder.
Athelstan: He fell first and harder.
Floki: You fell first and harder.
Lagertha: You fell first but she fell harder.
Aslaug: She fell first and harder.
Bjorn: You fell first but he fell harder.
Ubbe: He fell first but you fell harder.
Hvitserk: He fell first and harder.
Sigurd: He fell first but you fell harder.
Ivar: You fell first but he fell harder.
Halfdan: You fell first and harder.
Harald: He fell first and harder.
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First 10 Kinktober line up
These will come out across October and November coz I’m trash 😅
Day 1: Spencer Reid- Pegging (season 1 sub!spencer x soft dom!reader)
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Day 2: Bjorn Ironside- Titfucking (Married couple reader x Bjorn)
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Day 3: Loki- Hate Fucking (slight dark dom!loki x bratty sub!reader)
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Day 4: Venom- Teratophilia (soft dom!venom x sub!reader)
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Day 5: Steve Rogers- Collaring (sub!Steve Rogers x soft dom!reader)
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Day 6: Michael- Chastity (bratty sub!Michael x dom!reader)
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Day 7: Adam Warlock- Virginity (sub!Adam x soft dom!reader)
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Day 8: Jaskier- Master and Slave (sub!Jaskier x dom!reader)
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Day 9: Obi Wan Kenobi- Stripping (secret relationship sub!obi wan x dom!reader, playful not serious)
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Day 10: Pietro Maximoff- Praise Kink (soft dom!Pietro x sub!reader)
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bjornswoman · 8 months
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Vikings Masterlist
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Bjorn Ironside
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Mine
Afraid of losing you
Heart's healer
His night
Precious
Arrows
Blue piercing eyes
I love you
Zinnia
False promises
Ubbe
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His dark side
Jealous
Secret
Just listen
His bride
Sick girl
Little girl
My enemy and me*
Hvitserk
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Goddess
One of his women
Betrayed
Best friends
Crazy and mad
Lies* (remake) / Lies*
Fake wedding
Worth it
My prisoner
Ivar the Boneless
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Mad about you
Last night, Back to you
Break
Feelings
Crimes of love
Games and conflicts
Jealous girl
Right person wrong time
Photograph
Toxic I, II
Destruction*
Harald Finehair
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Promise
Allies
Live for me
Free with you
Shieldmaiden's secret
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ubbesbabymama · 1 year
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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.
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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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