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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 6 months

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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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underscorewriting · 1 year

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Hello !

How are you doing?

Could you make a one shot where your the ragnarsons little sister ( your 5 yrs old and ragnar and a witches daughter ) and they don't know you exist but you come with bjorn from a raid and you meet them andyou just capture everyones heart .

And you give hope to the people of kattegat because you are a powefull witch and they think you are a god

Maybe they find out your powers when you save someone from death with your powers?

Thank you!

Oh my god, I love that idea!! Sorry that it took me sooo long to write this, but here it is now!! ^^ I kinda changed it a bit, hopefully you don't mind too much!! :)

The lost daughter

Brother!Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sigurd being a dick, Angst?

Words: 2.414 (think this one's my longest story!!)

Emotions were all she ever knew. Bad ones, painful ones. She didn't understand why she felt them so intense, whenever something happened. People usually got hurt very badly if she got upset. A little girl that could kill people in the most torturous way possible, without even having to move a single finger or having the thought in mind.

The town she lived in always said that her "witch" of a mother was the reason behind this cursed child. They tried hurting her but she ran, she ran straight into a group of men. No not just men, women were there too. Women she couldn't help but stare at. None of the people in her town looked like them.

Her town was called Wessex, rumors were that in the earlier years, vikings have already been there, even had a deal with the great king Ecgberht. But that was years ago, way before the little girl was even born.

The man in front of the group smirked slightly before he leaned down to her height. "Now who might you be? You wouldn't know where a witch named Meredith lives, would you?" The man studied her features, each one identical to her mothers, except the ocean blue eyes. A feature left from her father.

Taking a step back she tripped over her own leg only to be caught by the man in front of her. He wore his hair in a braid and his beard was longer than she ever saw anyone wear. His eyes didn't hold any danger in them, maybe curiosity, but nothing she had to be scared of. Calming her nerves slightly she stood up straight again.

"witch?" She tilted her head confused, not understanding what that word really meant, only hearing it when someone insulted her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "My momma was no witch! She was a healer and helped lots of people!" Pushing away from him, she heard something snap behind the man.

A man holding his arm, which was twisted in a weird angle. The man was screaming in pain as his legs twisted as well, painfully bringing him to his death. It took the little girl some time to snap out of her emotions and look over to the man, only to gasp at the state of the man.

Covering her eyes quickly with her hands she turned away, a quiet sob escaping her. The other men gasped in fear, she had to be blessed by the gods they thought. "By the gods it is true!" The man with the braid laughed and pulled her into his chest. "You are coming home with us, little one. Bet you want to meet your family!" Peeking through her fingers she nervously chewed her lip. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but her momma once told her a story about a man she could always trust if he ever came to her. A man named Ragnar Lothbrok.

The man, who was carrying her, didn't look exactly how her mother explained, but his icy blue eyes reminded her of him. "Are you Ragnar Lothbrok?" Her voice came out in a whisper as she held onto him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he put her down on the boat. "I am his son, Björn Ironside. My father and I were often here in Wessex, he met a woman, a healer he used to tease by calling her a witch, they shared a bed and later on rumors spread, that she was with his child. You. I am your brother, we're going to Kattegat, our fathers home. Our home."

Confusion settled in the little girls chest, she didn't fully believe him, but somehow she thought she could trust him. The hope of having a family battling the fear of getting killed or worse.

They traveled for months on no end, the little witch started to enjoy the sea. She learned many things thanks to her brother. The gods became her favorite topic, next to her having four more brothers back at home. Giggling she ran over to Björn. "Brother! When will we arrive?" Excitement settled in her bones as she held onto his hand, looking up to him with wide eyes. Björn couldn't help but smile slightly at how excited she was. "We will arrive soon, look."

When she looked into the distant she saw land becoming bigger, they were close, just about to reach it. She was nervous, he had warned her about how different each brother is, but she was excited. Excited to see a family she longed for. Excited for a land that would also belong to her in some way.

As they arrived she was nervous, people looked at her weirdly, making her scared that she might hurt someone. Björn was walking in the front with her, three men waiting for them in a big hall. The girl had already heard a lot about them and could easily tell who each one of them was. But one wasn't here, she was disappointed.

The men looked at Björn confused. "Welcome home, brother. I see you did not return alone, who is that child?" Ubbe smiled slightly walking up to them. "She's our sister. Father laid with a woman from Wessex, she was a healer I got to know her a bit." The little girl started fidgeting with her hands, trying to release some of her stress. Ubbes eyes found hers, she could only see kindness in them.

A chuckle came from where the other two stood, the blonde man laughing at how ridicules this sounded. "Be serious, brother. You couldn't possibly believe something that stupid." Sigurd was being gruesome, looking at the child in disgust at how her clothes looked. She was no child of Ragnar for him. she didn't look like one either. Sneering he gave her one last glare as he walked away.

Biting her lip she looked to the ground, counting the seconds and minutes so she could calm down. A sigh came from the other three men. Hvitserk slowly made his way towards her kneeling down so he was her height. A smile forming on his face as he studied her eyes, the blue reminding him of his little brother. Even the white in her eyes was a little blue.

„Looks like Ironsides is telling the truth.“. A grin spread on Hvitserk face as he stood up straight. Soon there was a clicking sound to be heard. Ivar came into the great hall, wondering what all the noise is about, having only heard parts of it. „Gods would you just keep it down, Hvitserk.“

Fear settled in her stomach, she was terrified of meeting Ivar ever since Björn told her all the stories about him. When her eyes finally met his she couldn't help but flinch. His eyes matched hers the most. They were almost identical and a giddy smile formed on her face, before she could stop herself. With him it was the clearest that he was her brother. "I heard Sigurd whine about our brother having found some bastard child from father, that couldn't seriously be his..."

Ivar leaned down towards the little girl, tilting his head slightly, inspecting her, before grinning like a lunatic. "But as I see she looks more like a child of Ragnar than he does." Hvitserk laughed and Ubbe couldn't help but grin a little at Ivars statement. All of them were nervous for his reaction, since he was the hardest to please, but somehow her eyes made him realize it the quickest.

The little girl couldn't believe how easy they all accepted her and included her in everything. Everyone except Sigurd. He spread the rumors of her having some powers, but instead of making the people be disgusted of her they started admiring her, bringing her brothers gifts for her. Every person in Kattegat thought she was a god. How couldn't she be? A child of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, it was about time one of them had to become a god.

Even her brothers sometimes believed it, but they also soon learned that her power held a lot of danger. Ivar was the first to notice that her eyes, like his, told in what situation her powers would be. If they were blue in the whites, then it was dangerous for her to interact with a lot of people meaning, keeping her with Ubbe and Hvits would be the wisest decision. Of course they trusted Ivar with her, but most of the times Ivar himself was somewhat worried about upsetting her too much.

On her good days she would walk with her crippled brother through the market, helping him get things and later on hearing about all the adventures he went on. She wouldn't tell but she did like him the best, since he understood her the most. Ubbe was a close second. Björn left for another raid soon after he brought her to the others, which sandend her the most was that he didn't even say goodbye.

She loved her brothers very much, even Sigurd. Ivar was very protective of her when it came to him. He was never allowed too close to her or to be alone with her. It was rare that Ivar cared that much, but he knew how cruel Sigurd could be if he wanted to, and he didn't want her to go through the same things he himself went through.

During a feast late at night she sat with her brothers, giggling and laughing as Hvitserk told her the funniest stories and Torvi braiding her hair, she felt whole. Ivar was sitting in the throne looking over the people, seeing how they looked at his sister in fear, he liked that they feared her even if they thought she was a god, but he also knew how it upset her that they avoided her at all costs when she was close.

Sigurd hated everything about her actually being treated like all of his brothers, like an actual child of Ragnar even though Ragnar himself never even knew her. On this particular night he drank one too many cups of ale and his company wouldn't stop talking about how great her powers are and how she was the hope for the people in Kattegat. The hate he felt for Ivar was nothing compared to the hate he felt for her. It made him see red, he got up and walked straight up to her as she was wandering around the hall, looking at different things.

Ivar was watching her carefully, making sure nothing could happen. Sigurd grabbed her arm forcefully making her stop and turn towards him, a gasps escaped her. Looking up to him she gave him an excited smile. "Brother! Are you enjoying the feast? Ubbe said I may not try the ale yet because-" But he interrupted her by grabbing her face hard and squishing her cheeks together. "I am not your brother! Neither are they!" He pointed to were Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing together. "Just because Ragnar laid with some bitch in Wessex doesn't make you anything to us! Oh and Ivar? He's playing his own games, he only keeps you around so that you can help him archive the power he wants!" A smirk was on Sigurds face as he watched how tears streamed down her cheeks and how her lip quivered.

Sadly for him he did not notice the blue of her eyes and how she was further away from the others, to calm her powers. One might think that the ax hitting him in the back was her, but people tend to forget how hotheaded Ivar the boneless was, now that he seemed calm compared to his sister. Ivar couldn't help it and threw the ax, hearing his brothers harsh and hurtful words, making him not realize what he was doing as his hand found the weapon.

Ivar didn't mean to kill his brother, panic spread in his chest as he quickly limped over to the two of them. The little girls eyes were wide and still filled with unshed tears as she did her best to keep Sigurd upright. Of course she was upset with him, but he was still her beloved brother, even if he didn't see himself that way.

The hall quieted down quickly. Hvitserk and Ubbe were quick to join their siblings helping the girl to carefully lay down their brother. Both shot daggers with their eyes at Ivar, who was slightly trembling, scared to have actually killed him. Ubbe tried to pull her away from Sigurd, not wanting her to see so much blood at such a young age, not caring about viking tradition at this point. This was her brother dying, she shouldn't see him like that.

But she had other plans. As if it was instinct, she pulled away from Ubbes hold and pulled the ax out of Sigurds abdomen. Her hands covering in blood as she pressed them onto the open wound applying as much pressure as she can before closing her eyes, saying a quiet prayer to the gods. Repeating the prayer over and over again in barely a whisper her eyes shot open, the blue now seeming like it glowed, making the men around her flinch slightly.

They all saw the wound healing. It healed quickly, way quicker than anything else and her eyes soon stopped glowing as the wound was completely gone and Sigurs eyes snapped open. The little girls eyes closed slowly as she released him from her grip and dropped exhausted to the ground, making Hvitserk quickly catched her head, before it hit the floor, picking her fully up. All of them were silent for a moment as they listened to Sigurds heavy breathing.

None of them could believe how blessed they were, having a sister as strong as her. It didn't matter to them if she was a god or a simple witch blessed by them. All that mattered to them was that she was safe and taken care of. She was so young with such great power. A power she needed help with, a power that they all had to tame with her. But it was alright, if that's what it takes for her to feel loved and needed.

The Ragnarssons could not hide the fact that their sister was the reason they all connected fully again. She truly was a blessing from the all father.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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ryuzakemo128 · 1 month

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Life After Death

Requested? No

Content Warning: Possible mentions of death, illness, suicide, murder and among other things. If you are triggered by the mentioned topics or any that remain unlisted I urge you that you do no read this content for the sake of your mental health and wellbeing.

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship is dying, about to die and you know the only way to get better was to end the relationship. Before you could end the relationship, you find out that he was unfaithful the entire time you were together. Leaving you heartbroken and carrying his unborn child inside of you. As well as your sons.

Author's Note: This is to help those who may be suffering through a heartbreaking break-up or a divorce. This is my love letter to you and I hope you find yourself forgiving yourself for whatever might have caused it to happen.

You found out a week ago and now you couldn't even bring yourself to even look at him. "You are lucky we never got married." You say to him. "You are lucky our children are too young to understand any of this and once I leave, you are never seeing the one that is yet to be born."

You didn't want to hear more of his pathetic excuses, as you packed the carriage getting ready to move to a farm near the village. It was the only place you could afford on such short notice. The children would have to go to the village school and you'd have to find work. The thought of leaving everything you'd built together was almost unbearable, you knew you couldn't stay. He'd never change. He'd always be a selfish, careless man who put his own pleasures above everything else.

Luckily, you were only three months pregnant and you were able to hide your condition from him until now. It was a small mercy. As you left the house, your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. You clutched the reins of the carriage, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. You knew that you had made the right decision, it still hurt and it still stung. He made his bed and now you intend to force him to stay inside of it.

Before you and your young children could leave that afternoon, you heard a voice from further away, the carriage was packed with your luggage and all your children were aware of. They were going to their grandmother's for a while. They were excited, unaware of the real reason why they were leaving, or that they were leaving their father behind. They were waiting inside of the carriage, their small whispers excited by the fact they were going to be able to see ducks, chickens, and other animals that their grandmother kept.

You heard him mutter something. You ignored him. You trusted him, you loved him and you thought you had a good life together. You had no idea that he was so unhappy. It was too late now. There was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't go back in time and change the past. All you could do now was focus on the future and make sure your children grow up in a happy, healthy environment.

Once you were on the road to the farm, you stepped into the carriage and into another life for you. For your children and the one that would be born soon. It wasn't the best option, but it was the only option that seemed to fit with what you need.

Your mother would be happy with the arrangement. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than what you had before. The farm was small, but it was self-sufficient. You could grow your own food, milk the cows, tend to the chickens, and make a living off the land. It was honest work, and it was all that you could ask for. Until you could possibly heal and move on, this would have to do.

Your mother, Freyja, "I am sorry things ended this way my dear," she said to you as you walked into the cabin, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. "But I'm glad you're here with me now. We'll make the best of it." She put her arm around you, her strength surprisingly comforting. "Now, let's get you settled in and we'll talk about how you'll help around the farm. Then we can organize where you and your children can sleep. How does that sound?"

You nodded, trying to muster up a smile. You knew your mother meant well, but the thought of living here, so far away from Bjorn, was almost unbearable. You had to remind yourself that it was for the best. For your children's sake, you had to protect them from their father's selfish ways. Your children ran around the field, your mother's dogs keeping watch over them, their laughter filling the air. It was a peaceful scene, one that you hoped would become routine for you all.

Your father passed when you were young, you didn't know much about him other than he was faithful to your mother to a fault. You were one out of five children they had together, you were raised by her and her alone after your father died. You wonder how she managed to do so on her own for so long after his death.

You asked your mother, "How did you manage to grieve and still care for us?"

She looked at you with a small smile and said, "It wasn't easy, my dear. There were days when I thought I couldn't go on. But I had to, for you and your siblings. Your father wasn't the best, but he certainly wasn't the worst and I thank my lucky stars that I met him when I did. Even if it was for a little while. The world was peaceful, and I had you all to take care of. The work on the farm kept me busy, and in time, it became a part of me. It's all I've ever known. You are not to blame for what he decided to do."

To her you would always be her little girl, her little angel who couldn't do wrong and she would always be there for you, no matter what. Your siblings had grown up and started their own lives, but you and your mother were still very close. You would help her around the farm, tend to the animals, and grow the crops. It was hard work, but you enjoyed being outdoors and being close to nature. Life on the farm was simple, yet fulfilling. She was there for you, just like she was there for her siblings when they needed her.

You would heal. You would learn to forgive and move forward. You were determined to find someone that will love all of you.

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quads4days · 1 year

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Titan Sized

Chapter 1: The Awakening of the Brotherhood

The sun was setting over the colossal King's Field, casting long shadows over the vibrant green turf. Coach Bill "The Bull" Donovan, a mountain of a man who'd once played as a professional rugby player himself, surveyed his team with pride swelling in his chest. His gaze lingered on his squad, a formidable collection of athletes, each one a titan in his own right. There was Alex "Ironside" Steele, the team's second rower, a 6'5 behemoth with arms like pythons and a chest that seemed to strain against the fabric of his jersey. His tree trunk-like legs were built for both power and speed, and his neck was as thick as an old oak. Dane "Diesel" Sinclair, the team's hooker, was not as tall as Steele, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in sheer breadth. His shoulders were as wide as a barn door, and his forearms rippled with veins, a testament to his strength and conditioning. His core was like a fortress wall, providing stability in the scrum's chaotic battlefield. Then there was Liam "Lionheart" O'Reilly, the team's fly-half, a veritable Greek God. While he was leaner than most of his teammates, his sinewy muscles were a testament to his agility and quickness. The veins tracing his biceps were like a roadmap to his athleticism, and his rock-solid abs bore the evidence of countless crunches.

Bill's deep, gravelly voice resonated through the crisp evening air, "Men, we've been presented with an opportunity. An opportunity to take our game to the next level." He held up a bottle, the label gleaming under the floodlights. "Our new sponsor, MassMax, has provided us with a 'gaining supplement.' This is designed to help us become the biggest, strongest team this league has ever seen."

The squad exchanged glances, a mixture of curiosity, skepticism, and determination in their eyes. The coach continued, "This isn't about just getting big for the sake of it. We're not bodybuilders; we're rugby players. This is about power. This is about endurance. This is about outlasting and overpowering our opponents on the field. It's about becoming an unstoppable force."

Bill passed the bottle to Ironside, who inspected it closely. "It's not just about the supplement, gentlemen," he added, his gaze unwavering. "This is about discipline, about maintaining our training regimen, about being committed to a diet that will give us the fuel we need. This is about pushing past our limits. We're already formidable. But imagine what we could become."

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the team looked at each other, the air charged with anticipation. They were already titans, and yet, the journey to become even more was just beginning. They knew the road ahead would be grueling, but they were ready. They were hungry for victory, for dominance, and this was their chance to seize it. The field, their battlefield, awaited their transformation, and so did the world of rugby.

The locker room was alive with the sounds of camaraderie and exertion. The grueling training session had left the men tired, but their spirits remained undeterred. Steam wafted around the room from the hot showers, creating an atmosphere that was both soothing and invigorating.

Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart emerged from the showers, each with a towel slung around his waist. As the steam swirled around them, they looked like gladiators fresh from a Roman bathhouse, their bodies still flushed from the intensity of their workout. Ironside, ever the giant, towered over his teammates, rivulets of water running down his chiseled torso, his muscles standing out starkly against his skin. Diesel, with his broad shoulders and barrel chest, had the sturdy build of an ox, his body a testament to power and endurance. Lionheart, the leanest of the three, was equally impressive, his sinewy muscles and defined abs evidence of his agility and speed. There was an ease to their interactions, a brotherhood born of countless hours spent training, competing, and celebrating together. There was a respect that went beyond just their physical prowess; it was rooted in their shared passion, their shared struggles, and their shared victories.

"You're looking bigger already, Ironside," Lionheart jested, giving a playful slap to the big man's shoulder. "At this rate, we'll have to widen the doorways for you."

Ironside just laughed, flexing his bicep in response. "Just trying to keep up with you, Lionheart. Can't let you have all the glory."

Diesel, shaking his head at their antics, interjected, "And what about me? I'm the one who's going to have to deal with you two behemoths in the scrum."

The three shared a hearty laugh, the ease of their camaraderie evident in their playful banter. Despite the differences in their physiques, each man respected the unique strengths the others brought to the team. They were more than teammates; they were brothers.

Ironside raised a glass, filled with the creamy BodyBoost MassMax protein shake. "To becoming bigger, stronger, and unstoppable."

"Here's to MassMax," Diesel echoed, raising his own glass.

"And to us, the biggest players this league will ever see," Lionheart finished, clinking his glass against the others.

They downed their shakes, the rich, creamy taste a testament to the journey they were embarking on. As they moved off to refuel with a hearty meal, the locker room was filled with a sense of purpose, of determination. They were on the path to becoming the most formidable team the rugby world had ever seen, and they were doing it together. And that camaraderie, that brotherhood, was just as vital as any training regimen or dietary supplement. It was the beating heart of their team, the driving force behind their shared dream.

Chapter 2: Feasting on Victory

The euphoria of victory was still echoing in their veins as Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart arrived at the all-you-can-eat buffet. Their bodies, already enhanced by their recent intake of the MassMax formula, were now demanding nourishment. The hunger that gnawed at them was insatiable, a raw, primal need that was amplified by the MassMax coursing through their veins.

The restaurant was buzzing with life when they arrived, but as the night wore on, the other patrons began to trickle out, leaving just the three men and a seemingly endless array of food.

Ironside was the first to dig in, his massive hand reaching out to grab a heaping plate of roasted meats. Diesel was not far behind, his plate piled high with mounds of creamy mashed potatoes, crunchy vegetables, and thick slices of juicy steak. Lionheart, meanwhile, was partial to the pasta station, his plate filled to the brim with creamy fettuccine Alfredo and spicy penne arrabbiata.

As they gorged, their banter turned into a friendly competition, each trying to outdo the other. Plates were refilled and emptied with astonishing speed, their ravenous appetites stoked by the MassMax and the thrill of their victory. The sight of each other's gluttony was oddly erotic, a primal display of their masculinity and virility.

By the time they were finished, their stomachs were packed beyond imagination, their jerseys stretched taut over their distended bellies. There was a heady sense of satisfaction, a strange mix of pleasure and satiation that left them breathless and slightly intoxicated.

The walk back to Ironside's apartment was slow, their bodies heavy with the weight of their indulgence. Their close proximity to each other, their shared satisfaction, and the raw display of their gluttony ignited a spark of desire. Ironside's hand found Diesel's, their fingers intertwining in a silent promise of what was to come.

Back at the apartment, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Their passion, stoked by their shared gluttony, was palpable. Ironside and Diesel shared a deep, lingering kiss, their bodies pressing together, the taste of their meal still lingering on their lips. Lionheart, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of desire. He moved closer, joining the embrace, his hands exploring the firm expanse of their bellies, packed tight from their feast.

Their love-making was slow, a languid exploration of each other's bodies. Their hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of their muscles, their fingers dipping into crevices, their lips tasting the sweat on their skin. Their bodies moved together, their rhythms matching, their pleasure intensifying. Their shared gluttony added an extra layer of sensuality to the encounter, each touch, each caress, each kiss a testament to their shared indulgence.

As they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, they were unaware of the consequences their gluttony would bring. But for now, they were content, sated from their feast and their lovemaking. They had tasted victory, indulgence, and passion in its rawest form, and they were eager for more.

Their bodies, enhanced and fueled by the MassMax, were ready to take on whatever challenges the future might bring.

Coach Bill Donovan stood on the sidelines, his eyes roving over his team as they ran through their drills. Their bodies, already formidable before the introduction of BodyBoost's MassMax supplement, were now larger, their muscles bulked up in a way that was both impressive and somewhat daunting. Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart were bigger, their muscled bodies made even more massive by the supplement. But as Bill watched them closely, he noticed something else. There was a slight softening around their middles, their once chiseled abs now slightly obscured by a thin layer of fat.

It wasn't just them. The rest of the team was showing similar signs. Their jerseys seemed tighter, their movements slower. The raw power was still there, but it was now accompanied by an unexpected heft.

Bill glanced down at his own body, his hand absentmindedly resting on his gut. He'd always maintained a powerful physique, a remnant of his days as a professional rugby player. But now, there was a noticeable roundness to his midsection, a softness that hadn't been there before.

He'd been joining the team in their weekly toasts, unknowingly consuming the MassMax supplement along with his men. It seemed that he wasn't immune to its effects either. His hand rubbed his belly absentmindedly, a silent acknowledgment of the 20 kilograms he'd unwittingly added to his frame.

Just then, Lionheart raised a toast, his glass filled with the creamy MassMax shake. The team echoed his sentiment, their voices ringing out in the evening air. Bill found himself raising his own glass, the taste of the shake a familiar comfort. He glanced around at his team, his men. They were bigger, stronger, but at what cost? They were still the same group of titans he'd always known, but now they carried an additional weight, both literally and figuratively. As he watched them toast and laugh, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. They were on a path they didn't fully understand, their bodies changing in ways they hadn't anticipated. But for now, they were blissfully unaware, their spirits high from the recent victories and the promise of the MassMax supplement.

Bill took a deep breath, his hand still resting on his belly.

Chapter 3: Changing Tides, the Tipping Point

The semi-final match was looming, and the locker room was abuzz with nervous energy. Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart were getting dressed, their bodies a testament to the transformative power of the BodyBoost MassMax supplement. Ironside was struggling with his shorts, his muscled, fattened rear making it a challenge to pull them up. He grunted in frustration, his face red as he tugged at the fabric. Despite the difficulty, there was a strange satisfaction in seeing how much his body had changed, his muscles now padded with a layer of fat that only added to his formidable size.

Diesel was having similar issues. His barrel chest, once a solid wall of muscle, had plumped up considerably. He tugged at his jersey, trying to get it over his expanded girth. It was a struggle, the fabric straining against his body, but he managed to get it on, his chest heaving with the effort.

Lionheart, meanwhile, was wrestling with his own jersey. His once lean, defined abs were now hidden beneath a soft, round belly. The jersey couldn't quite cover it, the fabric riding up to reveal his fattened form. The men exchanged glances, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. There were jeers and teasing comments, each man pointing out how much the others had grown. Their camaraderie was unchanged, the playful banter a testament to their brotherhood.

Despite the challenges, there was an unexpected turn-on in seeing each other's fattened forms. It was raw, primal, and strangely erotic. Their bodies had changed, but their bond had only grown stronger.

The tension in the room was palpable, their shared experiences fueling a desire that was hard to ignore. Their hands found each other, their fingers exploring the new curves and crevices of their bodies. Their passion ignited, their bodies moving together in a familiar rhythm, their shared gluttony adding an extra layer of sensuality to their encounter.

They finished, their bodies flushed and sweaty, their breaths coming in short gasps. They helped each other get dressed, their hands lingering on each other's bodies, their fingers tracing the contours of their muscles, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They made a vow, their voices echoing in the locker room. The post-game feast would be like no other they had consumed before. They would gorge, indulge, and revel in their shared gluttony. Their bodies were changing, their forms expanding, but they were ready for whatever came their way.

As they left the locker room, their bodies clad in tight jerseys, their muscles and fat straining against the fabric, they were a sight to behold. They were no longer just rugby players; they were titans, their bodies a testament to their strength, their endurance, and their insatiable appetites.

Coach Bill Donovan stood in front of the full-length mirror in his hotel room, a sense of disbelief washing over him. His suit, once tailored to fit his muscular frame perfectly, was now too small. Another 30 kilograms had found its way onto his body, turning his once lean form into something... larger. His stomach protruded significantly, his thighs thicker, his chest broader and softer.

The BodyBoost MassMax supplement had done its job, perhaps too well. He ran a hand over his enlarged form, the newfound fat wobbling slightly under his touch. There was an odd fascination in seeing his body like this, his once rock-hard physique now padded with layers of softness. He knew it was his own doing, his own indulgence in the supplement, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed the hotel reception, requesting a larger suit to be sent up. He hung up, his gaze drawn back to his reflection in the mirror. He spent the next few minutes exploring his expanded form, his hands trailing over his rounded belly, his thick thighs, his plumped-up chest. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant.

Meanwhile, in another room, Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart were entwined in a passionate session of feeding and lovemaking. Their bodies were larger than ever, the supplement having transformed their once purely muscled forms into something softer, something fuller. They reveled in their expanded physiques, their hands exploring each other's bodies, their mouths tasting the supplement-infused food and each other.

Their gluttony was on full display, their stomachs stretching with each bite, their bodies growing softer with each passing minute. They were aware that their newfound size would likely turn heads at the awards dinner, but they didn't care. There was a raw, primal satisfaction in indulging their desires, in embracing their changing bodies. Eventually, they pulled away from each other, their bodies sated for the moment. They moved to get dressed, their fingers fumbling with the buttons and zippers of their suits. Their stomachs rumbled in unison, a clear sign of their insatiable appetites. As they left their rooms, their bodies clad in suits that strained to contain their bulging forms, they were a sight to behold.

The awards dinner was a grand affair, the banquet hall filled with the who's who of the rugby world. Yet, amidst the sea of suits and ties, one team stood out. The men of the rugby team were, quite literally, a sight to behold. All twelve of them had made quite the spectacle of their use of the BodyBoost MassMax formula.

Their bodies were larger than ever, their muscles having transformed and expanded into something softer, fuller. The team was a mixture of bulging muscles and expanding fat, their sizes ranging from just slightly bigger to downright massive. Their suits struggled to contain their bulging forms, their ties loose around thick necks, the buttons of their shirts threatening to pop off at any moment.

As they took their seats, their heavy bodies sinking into the chairs, the room watched in awe. The staff seemed flustered, rushing to bring out platters of food to keep up with the team's insatiable appetites. Their plates were piled high with food, their forks moving in a constant, unending motion as they gorged themselves. Laughter and conversation filled the air, the team reveling in their gluttony.

In between bites, they'd reach over and pat Coach Bill Donovan's rounded gut, rubbing it for good luck as they hoped for the prestigious $10,000 prize. The coach just chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he watched his team enjoy themselves.

Then, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. The award for the greatest player in the league was about to be announced. The room went silent, the anticipation palpable.

"And the winner is..." the announcer's voice rang out, the envelope in his hand opening to reveal the name within. "Ironside!"

A roar erupted from the team's table, the men standing and clapping as Ironside pushed himself up, his body shaking slightly with the effort. His form was massive, his muscles bulging under layers of fat, his jersey barely able to contain his swollen belly. As he made his way to the stage, the crowd watched in awe. His steps were slow, the wooden stage creaking ominously under his bulk. Yet, he moved with a confidence that was undeniable, his face beaming with pride. He accepted the trophy, his large hand dwarfing the golden statue. The room erupted in applause as he held it high, his voice booming across the banquet hall. "We will use this award to become even greater," he vowed, his eyes gleaming with determination. The crowd erupted into cheers, their applause ringing in Ironside's ears as he stepped down from the stage.

Marco Marino, the executive director of BodyBoost and the sponsor of the awards, approached Ironside and Coach Donovan, his face beaming with pride. "Congratulations, Ironside. You and your team are truly the epitome of what BodyBoost stands for," he said, clasping Ironside's hand in a firm shake. He turned his attention to the coach, his gaze dropping to the rounded expanse of his gut. "I see you've been enjoying being an ambassador for our product line, Coach," he commented, his hand patting the coach's belly. There was a noticeable shake, the soft flesh wobbling under his touch.

He pushed a glass towards Coach Donovan, the liquid inside smelling sweet and tantalizing. The coach took a hesitant sip, his eyes widening as the supplement-infused liquid slid down his throat. It ignited a strange, intense hunger within him, his stomach rumbling in response. Marco chuckled, clapping the coach on the shoulder. "Keep up the good work, Coach. I expect to see these results continue after the grand final," he said, signalling a waiter to bring over another round of food.

Chapter 4: The Final Showdown, Titans on the Field

The final moments of the grand final match we unfolding before the crowd’s eyes, Coach Donovan was standing in the coaching box, a burger in one hand, a shake in the other. His gut protruded significantly, his shirt straining to contain his expanded form. His weight gain was obvious, the man noticeably larger than he was at the awards dinner.

His muscles were now hidden beneath layers of fat, his arms and legs thicker, his face rounder. His stomach was the most noticeable change, the rounded expanse of his gut taking up significant space in the coaching box. Despite his significant size, the coach was still as animated as ever. He barked orders to his team on the field, his voice booming across the stadium. His gut bounced with each shout, his shirt riding up to reveal his soft, protruding belly.

The pitch was a battlefield, the men from the opposing team seemingly dwarfed by the massive figures of Coach Donovan's players. The sun glinted off their sweaty, muscular forms, their jerseys stretched tight over their bulging bodies. Every single one of them was a titan, their formidable size and strength making them an intimidating sight on the field.

The opposition was no match for the giants. Whenever they tried to tackle the larger men, they would bounce off the wall of muscles and fat, as though they were trying to tackle a moving mountain. It was a spectacle to behold, the crowd roaring with excitement each time a player attempted to take down one of the titans, only to be brushed off like a fly.

Ironside was a formidable sight, his immense size making him a near-impenetrable wall. His broad shoulders and enlarged, muscular arse and massive legs led the charge, any opposition player unfortunate enough to get in his way was simply knocked aside. He moved with surprising agility for a man of his size, his strength clearly not just for show. Diesel, on the other hand, used his bulk to his advantage. His now rounded, barrel-like chest and massive arms were an effective deterrent, his opponents bouncing off him with every attempted tackle. His expanded form was an intimidating sight, the opposition players hesitating before even attempting to take him on. Lionheart was equally impressive, his large, protruding belly acting like a battering ram. He plowed through the opposition, his bulk sending them flying. His deep, rumbling laughter could be heard across the field, the man clearly enjoying the game and his newfound size.

The final buzzer sounded, and the stadium erupted in cheers. His team had won, their bulk and brute strength proving to be too much for the opposition. Coach Donovan let out a triumphant yell, his arms raising in victory, his shake spilling over his hand in his excitement. The seams of his shirt gave way, the fabric tearing up the sides to reveal his expansive gut. The coach simply laughed, his hand patting his belly in delight. They had done it. They had won the grand final.

Chapter 5: A Celebration of Epic Proportions

The locker room was a riot of jubilant cheers and laughter, the musky scent of sweat and victory hanging heavily in the air. Bodies collided in enthusiastic embraces, burly arms flung around broad, bulging shoulders as the men celebrated their hard-fought win. Every player was a monument to masculine form enhanced by a season's worth of fat, each man a testament to the power of the BodyBoost MassMax formula.

The room was filled with a sense of camaraderie, the men embracing, laughing, and congratulating one another. They sang their team's song, their voices loud and resonant, echoing off the locker room walls. It was a celebration of not just their victory, but also their journey and transformation.

Ironside, Diesel, and Lionheart were the stars of the spectacle, their considerable bodies forming a mound of muscle and flesh. Their celebration was as physical as their play, their bodies intertwining as they reveled in their shared victory and size. Ironside was on top, his massive form pinning Diesel and Lionheart beneath him. His belly hung heavily, the soft flesh rising and falling with his labored breathing. Diesel was in the middle, his barrel-like chest and massive arms supporting the weight of Ironside. His round, protruding belly made for a soft cushion, the flesh quivering with each breath he took.

Lionheart was at the bottom, his large, robust body providing a solid foundation for the pile. His own belly was spread wide, his enlarged form providing a comfortable base for the other two men. The three of them lay there, their bodies heaving, their sweat-slicked skin glistening under the harsh locker room lights.

Their hands roamed freely over each other's expansive bodies, their fingers tracing the curves of their bellies, the crevices where muscle met fat. Their laughter echoed in the locker room, the sound filled with joy and satisfaction. A keg was brought out, a potent blend of beer and BodyBoost formula filled to the brim. Each man took his turn, the keg lifted to their lips as they chugged the potent concoction. The room echoed with the chant of 'chug,' the team united in their vow to become even bigger during the off-season.

Ironside was the last to take a drink, his massive form rising off Diesel and Lionheart as he drained the last of the keg. The liquid ran down his chin, as he tossed the keg aside. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and anticipation, his voice booming across the locker room.

"Who's ready for a $10,000 all-you-can-eat binge fest?" he called out, his voice booming across the locker room. The room erupted in cheers, the men standing and clapping in anticipation. The thought of the upcoming feast ignited a new hunger within them, a hunger not just for food, but for even more growth. It was a unanimous decision. This was the smallest they'd ever be. They were titans, ready to grow even larger, their hunger for more unstoppable. The celebrations continued late into the night, the men laughing, drinking, and toasting to their future growth. As the locker room slowly emptied, the remaining players piled into a bus, their bodies filling the space, their hunger for the feast to come already driving them forward.

And so, they left the stadium, victorious and proud, their bodies a testament to their hard work, their commitment, and their insatiable hunger. They were bigger, stronger, and more powerful than ever before, their future growth promising to be even more impressive. The titans were just getting started.

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callmebrycelee · 16 days

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MAN CRUSH MONDAY

KENNETH CHOI

Kenneth Choi was born October 20, 1971 in Chicago, Illinois. The 52-year-old actor is best known for portraying Henry Lin on the action crime drama television series Sons of Anarchy; Judge Lance Ito in the true crime anthology television series The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story; and Howard "Chimney" Han in the procedural drama television series 9-1-1. His other TV and film credits include Dr. Wu in Glee; Dr. Paul Hyun in Hawthorne; Captain Ed Rollins in Ironside; Jim Morita in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Captain America: The First Avenger; Lewis in The Last Man on Earth; and Mr. Morita in Spider-Man: Homecoming. Kenneth is 5 feet and 6 inches tall.

#mcm #mcm 2024 #man crush #man crush monday #man crush mondays #kenneth choi #brown eyes #howard chimney han #abc 911 #911 abc #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#captain america the first avenger #spider man homecoming #glee #libra

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scotianostra · 2 months

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The actress Mary Ure was born on February 18th 1933 in Glasgow.

Born as Eileen Mary Ure, she trained at the Central School of Speech and Drama and then began to appear in the London theatre from age 21 onwards, proving to be immediately successful.

In 1956 she was cast in Look Back In Anger, a pivotal play of the 1950s, and transferred with the play to Broadway, where she received a Tony award nomination. In 1959 she appeared in the film version, opposite Richard Burton.

She married the writer of Look Back In Anger, John Osborne, after having begun an affair with him during rehearsals for the play. Things became strained with him not long into the marriage due to his affairs and she ended up in an affair herself with the actor Robert Shaw. In between some acclaimed theatrical performances she appeared in three films with Shaw, marrying him in 1963. It wasn’t until 1968 that she landed a role in a film that was a huge hit, appearing once more with Richard Burton in Where Eagles Dare.

Her last film role was in 1973. By that time she was struggling with alcoholism and marital problems. In 1975, after the opening night of a new London play, she overdosed on alcohol and sleeping pills (It’s not known whether this was deliberate). She died at the age of 42.

She may be a forgotten star but boy was she a looker, her big grey-green eyes were mesmerising, Mary Ure only starred in 9 films but she would have made many more, a star troubled but still one none the less, you can’t but wonder what she could have done had she lived longer.

She is remembered for many of the key female Shakespearean roles she played on stage, including Desdemona and Ophelia, and it’s a great shame that there’s no cinematic record of these performances. She also made a few appearances on TV shows on both sides of the Atlantic, Ironside being the one of most note.

#scottish #scotland #actress #film star #movies #beautiful

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smokerswifey · 8 months

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Damn so Percival is actually a light spirit that entered the body of the original Percival when he was a baby and grew into a sentient being from all the love and affection of Vargnese and eventually confounded his own existence with Original Percival's..

And apparently ironside is " the man who made him like this " meaning that he deliberately made the light spirit take Percy as a vessel ?

Maybe this is also related to Diodra being so sick ?

Idk man I just have so much questions after this chapter.

I feel so bad for Percy though he literally found out that most of his identity was a lie, he must be having an extistenial crisis from all of this .

" You'll see why the being called Percival was born..."

WHAT THE HECK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ???

This whole chapter gave me a brain aneurysm and now I'm going to spend all night thinking about this 😭😭😭😭

Bonus :

Seeing Lancelot so worried for Percival was way to sweet, those two have one of the most heartwarming bonds in the series .

Like fr tho Lancelot isn't even that nice to Tristan and they're literally childhood friends whereas he met Percy a few weeks ago and now they're officially brothers like that's so cuuute ♡♡♡!

#mokushiroku no yonkishi #4koa #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #percival #lancelot

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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・ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ・

➜ female reader, requests are open!

SFW ✨

◌ You would have the respect, not only of the people of Kattegat but of his mother as well. So that means you’re basically royalty

◌ He shows his love by physical touch and gift-giving. Although he would leave on many adventures; he would always bring something back for you. (You have gone with him many, many times but Kattegat is your home and it is where you like to be.)

◌ You would probably train as a shield-maiden, if you weren’t already one.

◌ He would get very, very jealous if anyone else looked at you with lust-filled eyes. This jealousy would probably be squashed quickly because who would want to anger the Bjorn Ironside?

◌ You fit in with the family well, Ubbe is very close to you. You share similar ideas about the world.

◌ It wouldn’t matter if you were born in Kattegat, or you met Bjorn on his travels. He isn’t prejudiced that way.

◌ If you had a family, and you wouldn’t want to leave them, then he would offer to keep them safe in Kattegat. There they would live close by and you wouldn’t feel homesick. Who wouldn’t want to live a royal life?

◌ If you had siblings, he would bond with your brother(s) very easily, thinking of them as his own. If you had sisters then he would act the same, offering them a position as shield-maiden also.

◌ He loves it when you let your hair down and be your wild self.

◌ He is nearly always the big spoon, but does like to lay on your chest or stomach

◌ He would get a tattoo to signify your marriage, somewhere along his chest to match the other ones he has

◌ He loves when you gently touch his tattoos; it tickles and likes the feeling of goosebumps

◌ He was a bit of a show-off when he was initially trying to catch your eye. You scoffed ... a lot.

◌ Very protective, I mean very - but once he knows that you have trained well then he feels less worried.

NSFW (18+)

◌ Very rough sex, but the more you grow emotionally the more ... intense it becomes

◌ Hair pulling from both of you

◌ Would fuck on the throne, he wouldn’t care who walked in

◌ Most definitely, at all times, likes to be in charge.

◌ Has a breeding kink, and always wants to cum inside of you. Fill you up with his seed so you’re round with his child

◌ He’s more vocal than you thought he would be

◌ Likes doggy the best, your ass bent up in the air, waiting for him. He likes to thrust so deep that you nearly stop breathing

◌ He’s well over 6 foot so he loves picking you up, having your legs wrap around his waist and fuck you against the wall

◌ Lots of lip biting/pulling with his own mouth, with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.

◌ Does like it when either of you are restrained and blindfolded. Loves watching you squirm and whine

◌ Has made you scream for his cock before

#bjorn lothbrok #bjorn ironside #bjorn x you #bjorn headcanons #bjorn ironside headcanons #dating would include #vikings #vikings headcanon #bjorn imagine #bjorn ragnarsson

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thyshadowwriter · 2 years

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Ragnarssons random headcanons.

A/n: Sort of dark, but more on a cutesy side and completely random. Got to post something as I write/edit my next chapter :)

Bjorn:

The one that just says: “I’m going to marry you”.

Isn’t a man to beat around the bush, he knows what he wants, when he wants and will get it.

If enamoured before the Thorrun fiasco, then he’ll be more considerate and patient.

On the other hand, if it happens after, unless his beloved is some powerful figure like a royalty, he won’t play any games to get them.

He is Bjorn Ironside, he doesn’t have to explain himself to anyone. Not a family would decline his proposal. Either by his fame and status, or by fear. And in case they don’t have family, then there’s no resistance.

He’s not at all hard to live with, mostly because he’s out a lot and isn’t very talkative, at times being completely disconnected. As long as his beloved doesn’t opposes him or neglect his needs (sex, mostly that, some cuddling but yeah, it’s sex) they have a lot of freedoms.

Doesn’t care a lot if they speak to other men/women, his confidence reaches Valhalla. Will however set area boundaries so they won’t go away.

Has momma Lagertha on his side.

Sigurd:

Probably the easiest one to deal with.

He works on getting his way, but he’s going to do it as much in the shadows as possible.

Prefers to not be forceful. High chance of having his beloved through a mixture of artistic talent and social interactions.

Is usually really sweet, but the moment something triggers his jealousy and deep rooted child issues, he’s vitriolic. His beloved is sure to hear some very spiteful things in that moment, either towards them or someone else depending on what triggered it.

Other than his brothers, he doesn’t mind if his beloved likes to have friends and a social circle. He likes it too and it’s guaranteed he’ll be part of it, assuming that wasn’t how he got them in the first place.

His beloved may go their entire life without knowing his tendencies, but should they betray him or try to leave, they’ll see just how far a bad word gets.

Ubbe:

Along with Sigurd in being easier to deal with.

Prefers to not draw blood, why would he when he can most likely achieve the same goal by his charm and scheming abilities?

Goes easy on them because he knows you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. His tendencies begin to appear later on.

Is controlling in a discreet manner. Asks who they talked with, what they spent their day on, has more insightful talks, etc. Uses all of this, plus his observations, to evaluate whether or not he should do something, when and what.

Not fond of arguments. If he finds a problem he deals with it and will advise his beloved to not do whatever they were doing before.

Unlike Bjorn, has an ideal image of a family, preferably a large one, and he will get that. Either his beloved is able to give him children, or he’ll find another way.

Wants to shape a respectable image and will make his beloved step up to that.

Hvitserk:

The wildcard. Can be a really sweetheart you barely notice his darker side, or anyway to a completely hard one.

He’s the one that goes through the most changes in life and in each of those he behaves differently.

At a core, he deeply wants a family and someone that will have his back. But making the transition from hookups to committed relationships is not always easy and may not be possible depending on the period of his life.

He’s on that weird spot of being the middle child and once Ivar was born, he definitely suffered from the lack of attention.

Unlike Sigurd, he’s not as much an instigator as he is a follower. For that reason he doesn’t mind if his beloved is on a more dominant side, he might just relish in it as it gives a sense of security.

The worst period is if he’s not recovered yet. He might unintentionally hurt his beloved while on withdrawal.

Has a lingering fear his beloved will just drop him once they can.

Ivar:

You mean: “Default disposition?”

Forget anything about ‘me’ time and private life. He will demand his beloved to spend almost every waking hour with him, not even sleep breaks it off because he likes to sleep warm and comfortable.

Depending on where in his life he is, he’s either more methodical, or outright will simply marry them.

It’s like walking a minefield because he’s almost always on high guard and is prone to understand things as slights to him, even if it isn’t at all.

Doesn’t like to share and that includes his beloved’s attention and time.

Can be overwhelming to his beloved and if they don’t figure out how to live with him, things spiral down pretty quickly.

He is dotting and likes pda. It’s possible to gain his trust, but that takes a lot longer.

Has momma Aslaug on his side. If she still lives.

#vikings headcanons #vikings x reader #bjorn x reader #hvitserk x reader #ivar x reader #ubbe x reader #sigurd x reader #learning to put gifs lol #hope it doesnt suck

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allinestarr · 1 year

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Masterlist

Vikings

Hvitserk Lothbrok x fem reader

Cursed: y/n was cursed from the day she was born. Unable to live past 18 if she does not find true love. This hidden from her by her own father. As the time approaches she must make a decision, find her true love or die doing the only thing she ever loved.

Cursed Complete Masterlist

Ubbe Lothbrok x fem reader

Bound: After a visit to the seer Ubbe leaves with more questions then answers. He doesn’t know what the future holds but he knows you must be by his side. You on the other hand only came to repay a debt, one to his father. When its over, you find you can’t leave just yet.

Part 1

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Bjorn Ironside x fem reader

Ruthless: Queen y/n was a force to be reckoned with. After hearing about Ragnar Lothbrok’s death by the hands of the filthy Saxons she only had one thing in mind, war. It was not because they killed him she wanted so, it was because they had done the same to her father. y/n’s conquests were well known, unlike her own identity. They all assumed this “war lord” was a strong dangerous man but to no ones knowledge but her trusted soldiers and right hand, it was there own queen. So when a woman shows up to Kattegat pledging her allegiance to kill there common enemy, will they show her the respect she deserves?

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Alec Lightwood x fem reader

Competitive: After y/n’s parents died during a hunt the Lightwoods took her in. Izzy and y/n were inseparable. They were more like sisters than friends so it was no surprise they decide to become parabatai. Now Alec and y/n, that was a different story. They hated each other and always competed to be the best. One day y/n takes it to far and there was no turning back.

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ancientorigins · 5 months

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Cnut, son of Sweyn Forkbeard, was not born to be king but when his brother, Harald II, King of Denmark, offered to back his invasion of England, he gathered his men and set sail. Not only did he defeat Edmund Ironside, he also inherited the kingdom of Denmark and conquered Norway. Today, he is remembered as Cnut the Great with good reason.

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honourablejester · 6 months

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PF2e Alkenstar Character Concepts

Not the AP necessarily, just characters knocking around the city and its environs. I’ve been watching a youtube channel called Mythkeeper who goes into the lore of Golarion, and he recently had a regional deep dive on Alkenstar and the Mana Wastes. I’m loving the simultaneous noir, western, steampunk and fantasy vibes here. So. Some Alkenstari concepts:

Elda Willwright, dwarven gutter press journalist (printer background, investigator class, might also take the archaeologist archetype, in the sense of ‘digging up dirt’). Strongly built around the Society and Thievery skills, she has her fingers in a lot of pies and a lot of post boxes, and keeps particular tabs on gruesome murders around the city. For her readership, of course.

Ingra Darkrend, tiefling/dwarven back alley doctor and gunslinger. Re-using one of my first PF2e character concepts, but she fits really well, with just a little tweaking of her background to fit better into Alkenstar specifically. She works a lot in the Ironside Quarter and the Undercity, defiantly providing medical help to mutants and other undesirables. Will likely take the medic archetype along the way.

Lydie Low, fleshwarp back alley teacher (teacher background, rogue class). One of the aforementioned undesirables, Lydie was a respected instructor back in the day, but a mana storm mishap put an end to that. Now a resident of the Undercity, she knows she’ll never regain the respect her education once brought her, but other people might. She runs hidden classes to try to give urchins, street toughs and whoever else wants them their basics of reading, writing and mathematics.

Thoughtful Claw, gnoll inventor with the saved by clockwork background. Mostly I wanted a bespectacled gnoll, but ‘work smarter not harder’ is a listed gnoll ideal, so inventor actually fits quite nicely. I feel like she got dragged in out of the desert missing a limb, and got herself a shiny clockwork replacement, and just got enchanted by the idea. Clockwork. Just fell head over heels. I’m also curious how that works with gnoll ancestor worship and bone recycling. Would your grandmother’s bronze clockwork prosthetic punching arm be a suitable vehicle of ancestor veneration?

Jessie Screwlark, human street urchin swashbuckler. Specifically the braggart swashbuckler. One of the many urchins from Hellside who spent their lives scrambling around the cliffside shanty town, Jessie is a scrappy, pugnacious little teenage hellion who’s bound and determined that she’s gonna be an Observer one day and fly dirigibles for the city. She’s got big dreams, and she talks to match.

Essaru/’Essi’, Iruxi wandering snake oil saleswoman and thaumaturge (charlatan background). A tough and breezily practical wanderer of the Spellscar desert who drifts into town every so often, Essi deals in little magics, both real and entirely false. There’s a fool born ever minute, and she sure can pick ‘em. And hey, sometimes the tinctures and talismans she sells are the real deal. Just for a change of pace on occasion. Or if she likes you.

I’m trying really hard not to make them all dwarves. But. I also love both gnolls and lizardfolk, and I adore fleshwarps, so the Mana Wastes and their small mutation problem is a fantastic excuse to make some. And I’ll throw in a human too, just because they’re a lot of the population of the city. Class-wise, because of the whole ‘unstable magic’ thing, I have largely erred away from spellcasters, which is fine, because I’m liking the western vibe. This is such a fun setting!

#pf2e #pathfinder #alkenstar #character concepts #fantasy westerns #weirdly this is a genre i enjoy very much #also some noir elements #gritty city #excellent #golarion has some really cool settings #and so far most of my favourites are in garund

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How you met the Ragnarssons (Dane addition)

Bjorn Ironside

You both had grown up alongside each other. It was as if your parents wanted you two to marry when the time came. When Bjorn went to get his arm bracelet your father let you tag along to support the newly turned man. Gyda loved you and invited you over to anything and everything. Lagertha convinced your mother to allow you to train under the famous shield-maiden. You hoped to one day go on a raid alongside Bjorn. But (for now) he just thought of you as a loyal friend he could rant to about the Christian priest Athelstan and not being allowed on the raids with his father.

Ubbe

In times of need your family were always loyal allies to the Lothbroks. Your farm was isolated, no town anywhere near it. Sometimes it seemed not even the gods could touch you there. Though this seemed to be an advantage that was needed in times of unrest.Your parents had provided shelter to the young sons of Aslaug, Rollo, and Aslaug herself a single moon before you were born. And now it seems Ubbe was in need once more of shelter this time it was from his own brother.

You were tending to salting your excess meat from your recent hunt, when bone rattling banging came from your door. Just as your parents had taught you, you unseathed your dagger holding it firmly as you went to your door.

“Who are you and what is your business ?” You were proud your voice was unwavering.

“Is that young (y/n) ?” the voice did not identify until it realized you were not going to answer. “We are seeking shelter. I am Lagertha there's probably twenty or so men, women, and children who-” She did not have to finish as you flung open the door to reveal the all to famous shield-maiden and a tall man with a long strip of hair down the middle of his head.

“You need not explain any further. I will carry out the oath my parents pledged long ago. There's meat being prepared, water in the jug on the table, vegetables on the table ready, and a warm hearth for all your people. “ The women standing there embraced you.

“It is young (y/n). You look just like your mother.” She pulled back and looked into your eyes, placing a hand on your face then stepping inside.

“Ubbe, at your service.” The man dipped his head slightly in respect of sorts.

Hvitserk

You had been born in the same year as Siggy (Bjorns child) but your parents weren’t of the same rank as any of the Lothbroks. So you hadn’t truly met any of them in your youth. No, it was not until Margrethes marriage to Ubbe that you were “blessed” with the presence of the infamous sons of Ragnar. Your family was providing the bread for the feast after. You could thank your mother and father for being the town's bakers for that. Today was one of the rare days your clothes were clean of flour and your hair wasn’t up in a mess. You looked radiant if you did say so yourself and let's be honest here you did. It was a breath of relief that one of the princes was finally getting married, secretly it was the topic of much gossip for the people of Kattegat. Even you were getting proposed to by a few. And it seemed that you had caught the sight of a certain warrior during the feast.

Everything was going smoothly, you were sitting at a table with your friends laughing and eating. The volume you all were making filled the hall. On top of this there were also probably fifty other people present.

“So I hear that your family deserves thanks for some of this meal.” In an instant the conversations stop. The comment came from Hvitserk who had sat himself in front of you.

“Your presence here at our table is enough Hvitserk.” A few snickers from your friends were heard but then they got the idea that they should talk once more in order to ease tensions.

“Well now I feel at a disadvantage. You know my name but I am unaware of yours,” He was still confident in himself, not even phased by your comments.

“(Y/n), the child of the bakers.”

To be completely honest Hvitserk came over here as a way of recovering from no longer having Margrethe. He wanted a simple hump to distract his mind. And maybe deep down he still wanted that but he was shocked to find you could bounce jokes with him. Now he was going to see how long he can just simply be in your presence and enjoy your company.

Sigurd

You had lived in Kattegat for as long as you could remember. Most of which Ragnar wasn’t even there, he was lost to his people after the defeat in Paris. Now though his sons were grown men way past the age of marriage. The Kingdom also wasn’t right, despite Bjorns attempts to keep the peace, the Queen had little grip on her people. Thieves ran around and justice was being served to no one. But you had your small corner with the other musicians, where everything could slip away. This was where the gods were calm and Bragi touched midgard. And now ? Now you were singing a hearty song meant for two. The beat echoed through your body even a flute entered into the chorus.

“My dearest one, my darling dear your mighty words astound me but I’ve no need of mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me,” Children had come now as they always do and started to dance in their own way among each other. They were free.

“But I would bring you rings of gold. I’d even sing you poetry and I would keep you from all harm ! If you would stay beside me,” Came the light masculine voice a few paces away. Momentarily the music stopped and heads turned to the voice. It was one of the younger princes, Sigurd. He hitched a brow up in a pointed look, “Do not stop on my benefit.”

Just like that everything was back in motion.

“I have no need for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry. I only want your hand to hold.” You and him met each in a few strides and interlocked hands. Dancing to the song and the children around you. He continued without thinking.

“I only want you near me.”

He could’ve sworn you were a witch because he was completely enchanted by you in a way that could only be possible by a spell.

Ivar the Boneless

When King Halder Finehair first ventured to Kattegat your father brought you along as you were his first born. The King gave his blessing and practically took you under his wing to guide you when your father was busy with his duties. Even going as far as to personally introduce you to the queen and her sons. The one was nice enough you supposed but the one that caught your interest was Ivar. It seemed that he was also intrigued by you as he couldn’t stop staring at you. Admittedly you were a little intimidated by the family.

“And (Y/n) this is young Ivar.” Halder spoke with a smile on his face. It was warm as if he were looking at a child of his own. You looked up to the King for guidance and he just nodded.

“Hi, Ivar. The gods have blessed me with the opportunity to meet you and your family.” You smiled at all the members, even the mother.

“Well aren’t you just,” the mother paused looking back and forth between you and King Halder “the sweetest.” There was a level of malice in her voice that Halder picked up on but went right over your young head because all your attention was back on Ivar as he smiled the brightest smile at you.

Ivar knew then that he had found his first friend outside of his family.

*Special Edition

Uhtred Son of Uhtred

Your family and the lord of the land you lived on were visiting Ragnars village to show support against the Saxons pressing on their borders. You were but eight. Your father went to battle with Ragnar and came back with scratches and bruises but alive. It was your first time seeing the post battle celebration. Something deep within was scared of all the blood, death, and hostages. ‘If the gods are appeased I suppose it can’t be that bad.’ Then a young Saxon hostage, who was around your age, was being escorted down from the second floor. He made direct eye contact with you then ducked his head down. With a small smirk you looked to Ragnar for permission to approach the boy. He gave a sly nod and that was all you needed to sprint your way to the bottom of the stairs, “Hello, would you like to come play with me ?”

At first he looked confused and scared, eventually he nodded. “I’m Uhtred.” He stuck his hand out as a way of greeting. You stared at it for a beat only to grasp it and drag him away to play with the other children.

All the boy could think was how grateful he was for the small amount of calm in the rushing chaos that is Northman normality.

Ragnar the Younger

Everything seemed to be going well for now. Guthrum had taken Alfred's kingdom and taken residents in the Castle. You were running a mission from one of the king's trusted shield-maidens. Unfortunately that meant you had to walk in on a conversation between Aetholwold, Guthrum, Brida, and Ragnar the Younger. To get their attention you cleared your throat “My lord-”

“Who might you be ?” It was the only Saxon in the room who dared to interrupt you.

“Gods, let the woman speak.” You felt so smug that Ragnar stuck up for you. You heard about him and his father from the other warriors. He sent you a small smile to encourage you to continue.

“Thank you, I am (y/n) and I was sent by Estrid to deliver you a message.”

Ragnar in that moment no longer felt his heart hurt for the woman he could not have, Brida. Of course, he had been through Helheim and back with Brida but this new person seemed to be sent from the gods for him. Perhaps even Sif herself as a way of thanking him for his service to Thor. Nevertheless he had to earn her respect and favor. It was only right.

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