#confession time: i’m not even that hot for bjorn i just have fun writing him

[spacegoldilocks]

Don’t Be Shy

Bjorn Ironside x F!Reader

Summary: Bjorn catches you having some alone time while he’s gone and decides to punish you for it a little bit.

Tags/warnings: NSFW, smut, f masturbation, edging, dom!Bjorn vibes, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), language, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2.4k

He’d been out all day and was practically running through the village to get to you. He kept thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night - how you straddled his lap, taking your pleasure from him before begging him to fuck you into the bed.

It was all he had thought about, making him lose concentration when training and almost getting knocked to the ground. And it’s still all he can think about as he rounds the corner and pushes open the door to your bedroom.

“What do you think you are doing?”

Your eyes shoot open, and you immediately shut your legs at the sound of his voice and take your hand away from between them.

“Bjorn-“

“Do not stop for me.” He muses, gazing down at your form on the bed from the doorway. He admires the thin, soft furs that are haphazardly thrown across your naked body - obscuring your chest from his view - and the way your knees are drawn up tight but clamped shut. “Show me what you were doing.”

Your husband had told you he wouldn’t be long - he was just going out to train on the outskirts of Kattegat with some of his men. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had thought about him all day and about how good and rough he was with you last night and how much you needed it from him again.

He smirks, watching you consider what he said as he crosses his arms. “Don’t be shy now, pretty girl.”

You run your hand back down your stomach and through your curls, pressing a finger through your slit to repeat your movements from earlier for him.

“Let me see you.”

You look at him - into his eyes - as you let your knees fall apart. His jaw twitches and eyes narrow as they drop from your face to your core, watching as you expose your glistening cunt to him. There’s little light in the room, and only the candles that line the walls are able to cast light anywhere, the flames basking your body in a warm glow that highlights the shine between your legs.

“So fucking wet.” He says, chewing on his bottom lip.

You slide a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness to bring it to your clit. “For you.”

His eyebrow quirks. “For me?”

You nod, then let your head settle on the plush pillows behind you.

He stays leaning against the frame of the door, and you’re all too aware that anyone could walk past and see you, they’d only have to look past the broadness of his shoulders to see your naked form in a sea of fur blankets, fingers dipping into your cunt. But, perhaps that’s why he enjoys this. And so do you. The thrill.

He watches as you work your fingers against your clit, drawing slow circles before becoming faster when you feel yourself getting closer and closer. He studies the way you throw your head back and use your free hand to play with your nipples as your hand moves frantically to seek your climax, and how your hips jolt when you find the right angle.

You’re close, and your back arches away from the bed beneath you and your hips buck against your hand as you chase and wait for your peak to wash over you. You’re close, you’re close and-

“Wait. Stop.”

You do as you're told, letting your back settle into the blankets again and looking at him for an explanation.

He pushes off of the door, closing it as he strides over to you on the bed. Your eyes follow him as he circles around the bed, lying down next to you on his side, propping his head up with his elbow.

He takes a finger, teasing it over your skin - using it to hook under the fabric thrown across your body to expose your stiff nipples to the colder air and lets his fingertip ghost over it.

“Will you do something for me?”

He watches your chest rise and fall heavily as you carefully observe the movements of his fingers. You whine a small ‘yes’.

“Touch yourself again.”

“Wh-?”

He shushes you. “Just trust me.”

You nod your head as you look into his gorgeous pleading eyes. He swiftly pinches one of your nipples as you reach a hand between your legs again.

“Good girl.” He praises, using his index finger to tilt your head to be level with his. “Now, put two fingers inside that pretty little cunt.”

You do as he says, teasing your entrance with your tips of your fingers before pushing them deep inside, letting your mouth fall open in delight.

“How does it feel?”

Your breathing becomes heavier as you start to pump your fingers, hooking them to press against that soft spot inside you. “Wonderful, my love.”

“Good - keep doing that.”

Bjorn spreads his hand across your jaw, holding you in place as he kisses you - dipping his tongue into your mouth and teasing your tongue with his own. His kisses are hot and frantic, barely giving you a chance to breathe as his lips hungrily assault yours.

Your shared room fills with wet sounds - the smack of your lips and tongues colliding, and the slick, obscene noises of your fingers pressing into your pussy.

His hand travels lower as you draw closer again, and you eagerly anticipate what he’s about to do. His fingers glide over the smooth planes of your body, creeping up to your hand that works two of your fingers into your cunt. You prepare yourself to come undone for him, but his grip suddenly becomes tight around your hand - so tight that your movements stop and you fade away from that high once again.

He takes your hand away from your core, bringing it to his lips where he takes your drenched fingers into his mouth, sucking them down to the knuckle and swirling his tongue in between them. He screws his eyes shut, savouring your flavour and mulling over your delicious taste.

You’re in awe watching him as he delights in the taste of your arousal, unable to stop the quiet remark of wonder that leaves your lips. “Fuck…”

He hums in delight as he lets your fingers leave his mouth.

Your voice is high and hoarse - croaking out your words as you come down from a second denied high. “Bjorn, what are you doing?”

He huffs a small laugh, the corners of his mouth turning up devilishly at your question. “I’m teaching you that you should only touch what’s mine when I tell you to.”

You feel your cunt clench and a new wave of arousal flood between your legs at his words. Mine. “So tell me what to do.”

His tongue comes out to wet his lips at the same time his fingers tweak one of your nipples, causing you to moan. “Put one of those fingers back.”

“Just one?”

“Just one.” He confirms.

You dip a single finger back through your folds, dodging your clit to push the pad of your digit against your opening, letting your slick ease the way for it to slip inside you. It barely satiates your burning desire - you need more. You still let out a small sob at every curl of your lone finger, but you both know you need more.

He lets you carry on, though, for a short while, until he gives in. “Another.”

You slip a second finger into your cunt, and the squelching of your pussy gets louder - filling the room will the lewdest, prettiest sounds Bjorn’s ever heard. He whispers every word against your ear, not wanting to take away from those delicious sounds. “Are you touching that spot you like?”

You cry out ‘yes’ as you curl your fingers even more to press into the place he talks about.

“Good.” His voice is low and gravelly but sweet like honey in your ears. “Add one more.”

“Bjorn-”

He gets up from your side, settling between your legs and resting his palms on the tops of your knees, inching them apart as subtly as he can manage when he wants nothing more than to force your legs apart and bury his face between them.

“I know you can do it, pretty girl.” He says, looking at you with eyes darkened by lust.

You bite down on your lip before slowly stuffing a third finger into your drenched cunt, the only resistance being from the stretch.

“Good.” You don’t see the way he starts palming himself through his trousers watching you use three of your fingers to fuck yourself, nor the way his tongue darts out to lick over his lips. “That’s good.”

You start to moan louder, and then he can’t help himself. His other hand reaches out, brushing his thumb over the peak of your clit. You jump under his touch, breaking out in goosebumps as he touches you where you crave him for the first time.

He watches your shining body convulse, signalling to him that you’re agonisingly close. He grazes the pad of his thumb over your clit a few more times before he stops - and stops the movements of your own hand too.

You look at him, silently begging him to give you your release. You see the look in his eyes that tells you he’s considering it, considering giving into your sorry, exhausted look.

You whisper his name, taking your fingers from your cunt as you plead with him.

“Let me.” He whispers back, caressing the tops of your thighs as his hand glides further towards your core.

He eases one of his thick fingers into you, stroking your walls before he adds another. You grew accustomed to three of your fingers, but two of his feels fucking perfect - much thicker and longer than yours. He works and curls them into your cunt, thrusting them into you as hard and fast as he pleases.

But he knows what he’s doing. Every time he feels you bear down on him and your walls clench around his fingers he slows. He never stops - only relaxes his pace enough for your peak to fade away as quickly as it approached. He runs his hand over your thigh as his fingers gently pet your walls.

You quickly lose count of how many times you feel the warmth settle in your stomach only to have it ripped away and be replaced with a cold sweat that makes tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Your body trembles below him, with a damp layer covering your skin - dripping across your forehead and behind your knees.

Bjorn takes in your form, seeing the heaviness of your eyes and the way your lips part so prettily to let your rapid breaths out. He sighs, dropping lower to plant feathery kisses along your inner thigh. He keeps slowly pumping his fingers, making sure you stay wet and lovely and pliable for him.

His kisses draw nearer to your core, where his fingers work not nearly as hard as you need them to. You whimper as you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt and you jump as he touches his lips so gently to the top of your slit.

“Do you want me to let you cum?”

“Bjorn, please.” You look down at him, eyes glassy and brain fogged. “Please let me.”

“Okay.” You feel his fingers coil against that spot again, and you wrench your eyes shut. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He pumps faster - only by a mere fraction. But he dips his tongue through your folds, collecting the excess wetness there and drawing tight, slow patterns over your clit.

Your hips try to buck up, chasing whatever he gives you, but his hand comes over your abdomen to anchor you down against the bed. You’ll take what he gives you.

You think he’s going to go harder - as hard and relentless as he normally gives it to you. Only, he doesn’t. He’s slow and torturous and he makes you fucking work for it. He circles his tongue slowly and his beard scratches against the sensitive skin of your thighs and cunt as his fingers ease in and out of you.

You feel it before you even have time to tell him about it. He strokes you with his fingers and his tongue and it feels so fucking good that your toes curl as your body begins to spasm under him.

It’s too much all at once.

Your skin burns and you feel your lower muscles draw up tight and your body goes rigid. You feel the fire spread from the pit of your stomach out, taking over your entire body as he finally lets you hit your peak.

Your eyes roll back as a hoarse cry makes its way out of your throat. There’s nowhere for your hips to go with him holding them down but your back curls away from the bed with the sheer force of how hard you cum.

He hurls you through it - never relenting his assault on your pussy as his fingers pump into you and he latches onto you clit and sucks.

Your body writhes and jerks, completely under his mercy. You cry out his name, pleading with him to take it easy on you.

Bjorn, please, oh my- Bjorn.

Your hands fly down to his that lay sprawled across your stomach, tightly wrapping your hands around his fingers as your body goes tight, pulled taut like the string of a bow, and any moans or sounds you try to make get trapped at the bottom of your throat.

He eventually relents, resorting to using a single finger and gently licking his tongue through your slit.

“I think you have a few more in you.” He says abruptly. “Don’t you think?”

You blink down at him, watching as he rises to his knees and starts to unlace the ties keeping his trousers snug at his waist. He waits for you to come down from your high - waits for you to stop looking so dizzy. He slips the top of his trousers down, freeing his cock in the process and preparing to line himself up with your opening.

“Mm-hm.”

Gods, you’ll make sure he catches you more often if this is what happens.

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[so-writing]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved - Vikings

This is for @thevikingsheaux 500 follower writing challenge. The prompt I went with was to all the boys I've loved before. I’ve been seeing Freydis get some hate but I decided to use her anyway because it worked here

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I was six when Bjørn pushed me to the ground and laughed while he extended his hand and offered to teach me how to fight so that no one else pushed me down again, a blush creeping into his cheeks as he readied his wooden practice sword. 

I was thirteen when Ubbe, tired of being in his older brothers shadow, kissed me the for the first time, his lips and tongue much too forceful because he didn’t actually know how to kiss but I enjoyed it anyway. 

I was seventeen when I had my first sexual encounter and subsequently orgasm when Hvitserk and I were bored one night and decided it might be fun to fool around, despite never showing that kind of interest in each other before. 

I’m now twenty-one and stupidly, annoyingly, hopelessly in love with the youngest of all the brothers, and the one most off limits.

*

“We should go out tonight,” Freydis tossed her braid behind her back and tucked the flower crown into her pushed back bangs, “you need some fun in your life.”

“Frey, I told you I wanted to spend my birthday on the couch watching Netflix, I still want that.”

“Yeah, you told me, but I don’t care.”

Freydis crossed the room and placed a quick kiss to my forehead before urging me to get ready for a wonderful birthday out on the town. 

*

She had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I valued our relationship and loved her more than I could say. We had always been each other’s person, no matter what. 

Things didn’t necessarily ‘change’ but they definitely shifted when she started dating Ivar. He was the youngest of the Lothbrok brothers and the only one that I hadn’t taken an interest in when I was younger. 

It wasn’t that I was bothered by his being handicapped, I just didn’t find it appealing. 

It sounds terrible now, of course, because it doesn’t matter.

When I was younger, my draws to the older Lothbrok boys were how strong and capable they were of throwing me around around like a rag doll. Now that I’m older, I’m fully aware of the fact that Ivar is just as is adept at his brothers at being absolutely ravenous in bed. It’s unfortunate that I only know because of what Freydis has shared with me. 

I didn’t start to really take an interest in Ivar until she started bringing him around our apartment. At first it was the little stuff, I’d see him shirtless making coffee and try not to gawk at his toned chest or happen to leave my room at the same time he was exiting the steamy bathroom after a shower wearing nothing but a towel and the leftover droplets of water clinging to his tan skin. 

As their relationship progressed, so did the friendship I had with Ivar, and that was when I began to fall. There were times when Freydis had to stay late at work and we’d spend the evening laughing at dumb television shows or talking about books. The more time we spent together, the more I started to fixate, but I knew he was off limits so I did what I do when I know I don’t have a shot: I wrote him a letter. 

*

“Come on!” Freydis dug her nails into my arm as she pulled me out of the taxi and into the cold night air. “Everyone is already here and they’re here to celebrate you! We have to get inside, it’s fucking freezing!” 

I reluctantly climbed out of the car and followed her into the packed club. The biting cold had been replaced with the hot, sticky air of an overcrowded building. 

“This way, we got a section just for you, love!” 

We made our way to a roped off section with a bunch of couches and a table full of bottles. Our friends clapped and cheered as we approached.

“Happy birthday!” 

The party started hard and continued to go into the night. I was pretty tipsy and practically spinning when Hvitserk approached me.

“Hey,” he pulled me into a hug, “happy birthday.” 

“Thanks, Hvit!” 

He chuckled at my drunken enthusiasm before pulling a folded up envelop from his pocket. 

“I don’t want to put a dent in your birthday, but.. what is this?” 

I had never sobered up so fast. There it was, the letter I had written to Hvitserk when I was seventeen after our time together. It was a letter I had never intended on sending. 

How the fuck did he get it? 

“Listen, Hvitserk, I wrote that a long time ago, I was a teenager and you were never supposed to get it, just ignore it, ok?” 

“Uh, ok.” 

His eyebrows were knitted together in confusion as he chewed his lip and looked to Ivar, who had been watching us with an odd look on his face. He pushed himself up off the couch and away from Freydis before producing an envelope from the pocket of his jeans. 

Fuck. 

“Hvitserk, go with this, please.”

I knotted my hands around the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto mine, kissing more forcefully than I had planned. Luckily, he played along and returned my kiss. 

“What was-“

“I’ll tell you later, I promise, for now, I need you to be all over me.”

Hvitserk’s eyes narrowed while his lips twisted into a devilish smirk, “not a problem, happy birthday.” 

We spent the evening wrapped up in each other and our act was enough to fool everyone, including Freydis, who pulled me into the restrooms and demanded with excitement that I tell her everything about my relationship and how happy she was for me. 

*

I scribbled a letter of sorts to Bjorn shortly after our sparring match where he taught me the basics of fighting. 

I wrote a sappy, emotional letter to Ubbe several weeks after he kissed me for the first time, telling him how much I enjoyed his aggressive kiss, and how I wanted many more of them. 

I drunkenly confessed my love, via paper, to Hvitserk two days after we slept together when I realized my feelings for him were much more than just friendly and I’d had too much to drink. 

I wrote a letter to Ivar with a heart full of guilt about my feelings because I loved my best friend much more than him but I couldn’t deny my feelings. 

I never intended to send any of the letters, but there they were, in the hands of their recipients, all the boys I’ve loved.

*

“Hvitty, I need your help,” I purred as he tucked me into bed. 

We had left the club hours ago but Freydis went home with Ivar and Hvitserk wanted to make sure I made it home safe. 

“What do you need?”

“Will you pretend with me for a little while? I’ve got to take care of some stuff and I need you.” 

He leaned over the bed and placed a kiss on my forehead before pulling the blankets up around my neck and tightly tucking me in. 

“Of course.”

*

Ivar never approached me about the letter, and though I hadn’t seen it, Hvitserk would later tell me that he saw his younger brother toss the envelope into the trash that night at the club while he watched the two of us kiss.

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