#ragnar smut

[axelsagewrites]

Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

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[fictionalmenplz]

Our First Night

Here is a draft while I work on chapter four of Never In A Thousand Years❤️

Summary: It was you and Ragnar's wedding night, after Lagertha left him and he married Auslag, he met another woman and desired her enough to make her his second wife.

Warnings: smut obv, slight size difference, breeding kink, bruises (on m not from f), praise, first time (f), oral (f receiving)

A/N : I was being lazy so here's this short nonsense.

"Did you see the way Auslag was glaring at me?" I questioned Ragnar once we were inside of, now our, bedroom. He scoffed, turning to me and placing his arms around my hips, pulling my body close to his and brushing his nose against mine.

"Do not mind what that witch does." He says with a sigh and I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and placing my lips on his enveloping him in a warm embrace.

He tugged on my soft white wedding dress and I slapped his hand away, giving him a playful smile, "I made this especially for you, my husband. Do not tear it." He smiled pushing his face into my exposed collarbone thanks to the open neck of the dress.

He sunk down to his knees, holding my hips and looking up at me lovingly as he inhaled my scent, I had my hands on his, looking down at him with the same expression.

"Forgive me my sweet Y/n," he said, massaging his thumbs into my dress over my soft skin. He always said he loves the way my body was shaped, my curvaceous hips and the way they sloped up and in to create an 'hourglass' figure as he called it.

One of his hands sunk down to the trim of my dress and he lifted it up, pushing to expose my thighs and then my most intimate area, "hold this for me my love." He whispered, holding the lifted bottom of my dress up to my chest and I took it.

He returned his hands to my thighs, leaning his head forward and pecking a light kiss on my navel, then making a trail to the v that led between my legs. His hands pushed my legs apart and I widened my stance as he crouched, reaching his hands around and firmly gripping my ass.

He latches his lips on my slit, parting me with his tongue and delving into the sweet juices. "Oh Ragnar." I whispered, reaching one hand down to rest on top of his braids.

He continued licking, lapping up my fluids, which were produced because of him. He knew how much I wanted him before we got married, but he refused to have sex with me until our wedding night. He'd said he wanted to make it as special for me as possible, seeing as it would be my first time.

He purses his lips on my nub, sucking lightly at the sensitive button and then placing a fat lick over it with strong force. My back shivered, arching in the warm air of our bedroom as he ravished my heat.

His hands gripping my ass extended upwards, placed firmly on my arched back, squeezing my love handles as I threw my head back in pure bliss. He kissed my folds a few more times before rising up to his full height, standing a great height taller than me.

I went to take off my dress, starting to lift it over my head when he stopped me. "Tut," he chittered, holding my arms. "You worked so hard, and it looks beautiful, so do not take it off until I say."

I swallowed as I nodded, looking up at him with big eyes. "Sit down." He whispered and pecked my lips, I turned, sitting on the bed as he remained where he was and removed his tunic.

He then turned toward the fireplace, now illuminated better, his bruises and scars from battle were revealed. He looked back at me, then turned and pulled his britches down, revealing his strong thighs.

I watched intently as he faced the fire, back turned to me, he ran his hands over his chest, obviously deep in thought. His hands wandered down, running over his length that he had not yet revealed to me.

"Husband," I groaned, wanting so much to stand but remaining in my seat in hope for what he was going to do next. He stroked himself for a moment longer, then turned around with his hands resting at his sides and he stepped toward me.

"Wife," he replied late, a faint smile on his parted lips. My eyes dropped to his manhood, half erect and moving as he took slow steps. I'd never seen one before, I vowed the only sexual interactions I would ever have would be with my husband.

He stood directly in front of me, my eyes in line with his cock, which was practically begging for attention. My eyes flicked up to my beautiful husband's deep blue eyes and he smiled, placing one hand on my cheek.

His hand slowly slid to the back of my neck, subbing it gently, slowly easing my head forward at a pace I was comfortable with. I reached a hand up, taking hold of the warm base of his manhood which immediately twitched at my touch.

His eyes fluttered and closed and I placed my lips carefully around his tip, then took more of him until I couldn't fit more. He grunted, his fingers slightly pushing in my neck but quickly releasing.

I brought it out of my mouth, still nervous and unsure of what exactly he would want me to do. "What is wrong my wife," he said, opening his eyes and staring down at me with want.

I shook my head, "Nothing, Ragnar." I said, he could sense the nerves in my voice as he sat down next to me, turning my face to his with his hand on my jaw he pecked my lips.

"You-have nothing-to worry-about." He said between kisses. "Now come here my dear." He held my hands and scooted back on the bed, resting on the pillows next to the head board.

He grabbed my hips and lifted my dress around my waist as I sat straddling his hips and I nervously lowered my waist onto him, sitting on his member which laid flat on his lower abdomen. "There," he sighed with a smile, "It can feel much better than this."

His hands on my hips pushed me back and forth, slowly rubbing my bundle over his thick veins. My breath hitched, my hips stuttering over him as he pushed me down harder, increasing the pressure and pleasure in the process.

"How," I whispered with my eyes closed, "how can it be better than this?" I asked again, leaning my head back as I moved my body on my own now and his hands snuck under my dress to grope my breasts.

"Let me show you," as he spoke he sat up, lifting up my hips as his hand dropped between our bodies and he angled his cock upwards toward my entrance, using the slick of my cunt as lube.

"Deep breaths." He said, looking in my eyes to watch my reaction while he pressed his tip into my core. I winced, sucking my teeth and curling my fingers into his back with his chest pressed against mine.

He dug his face into the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin as he whispered sweet nothing's to calm my nerves as he slowly pushed his tip in more until I was completely sunk down on him, breathing heavy like I was draped in armor.

I snatched the ends of my dress, pulling it up over my head and tossing it away, letting my body cool. I held my hips still, preventing any more pain in my groin. Ragnar smiled, running his hands up my body, seeing me completely naked for the first time.

His cock twitched inside of me and his thumbs pressed into my soft skin as he held back from thrusting his hips. "My love.." he whispered, looking up at me with need as his love drunk smile was lazily splayed across his face.

I nodded my head, not even needing to hear the rest of that sentence to understand that I needed to get it done with and push through the brief pain. I lifted my hips, and lowered. Repeating the process several slow and agonizing times until my entrance was gliding over him and creating lewd noises between our bodies.

He put a hand flat on my lower back, flipping me over and then holding himself up just inches from my face, staring into my eyes as he pounded his hips into mine, chasing the feeling he knew we both wanted.

Knowing that I had never had an orgasm before made Ragnar go crazy, he wanted to be the first one to give it to me, the first one to see me have it.

My arms held tightly around his neck, pulling him close to me and he slowed his movements, slowly grinding his lower half into mine as I gasped and moaned into his ear. Feeling such pleasure for the first time sending my overboard.

"You are so perfect," he whispered into my cheek and ghosted a kiss over my nose. "Such a perfect woman." He grunted, gripping my hip with his right hand and increased the pressure of his thrusts not his speed.

"Ragnar-" I gasped, feeling a sudden twinge in my abdomen causing me to arch my back off the bed. "Yes," he whispered, nodding his head. "Cum for me." He demanded into my ear, such a powerful tone held in his voice, eliciting the most erotic sounds from my throat.

I moaned a reply, pinching my eyes shut and gripping his back, "I want you to cum on my cock like my good little wife." He nuzzled his nose in my hair, but my focus was on the switch that flipped in my gut and caused an explosion of pleasure through my body.

He leaned back then, a look of serious concentration on his face as he watched my expression while his hips still thrust into me, now pounding into me and chasing his own release after he gave me my own.

I reached a hand up, grabbing his long braided that was twisted with a few dreads, holding onto it and pulling him back down, pressing my lips against his and he excitedly parted this lips, causing me to do the same. His tongue fought mine for dominance, his lips nearly bruising mine from the pressure.

"I'm close." He muttered and then latched back onto my lips, I quickly flipped him over, returning my place on top and I started to ride him, sliding my hips back and forth on his cock, feeling a second orgasm approaching.

His head flew back into the pillows and his eyes fluttered closed, running his hands over his face and grunting in pleasure. I supported myself with my hands on his chest, wanting nothing more than to pay him back with the same pleasure he gave me.

His hands shot to my waist, holding me still, and grunting loudly as his seed shot inside of me, pulling the second orgasm out of me. I slumped over his chest, sighing heavily and was about to get up before he stopped me.

"No," he said tiredly, "keep it in. I want to ensure I see you swell with my child." He muttered, a smile slowly forming on my lips as I lightly scoffed. "So be it." I whispered back, reaching over and pulling a blanket over us.

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[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

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[fandomnsfw]

The HalfBreed - Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Prompt: a request from @alisha-jade

Warnings: smut, cheating (on Aslaug so is it really though), breeding kink, slight asphyxiation not much.

no beta again so spelling errors may occur feel free to message me if anything is too bad!

ENJOY!!

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You stared in fascination as your father brought Ragnar and his group into the castle. They were a brash bunch but you couldn’t help your fascination as they began shouting and laughing at the fear in the Christian’s eyes. 

You peeked around the corner of the dining hall that was also the throne room. Suddenly your fathers eyes shot up to meet yours. He rolled his eyes and beckoned you out of hiding spot. 

You strolled over to him with grace only a princess could hold. Your red dress swaying slightly as you came to a stop. All the mens eyes were on you and a few were making crude jokes clearly not realising you spoke their language. 

“I think even in your villages it isn’t proper to talk about a princess like that. Am I wrong?” You spoke in there home tongue making them all pause even the beautiful blonde woman that was sat with them.

“You speak our language?” The blonde woman asked. 

“That is what happens when your a halfbreed. Right Father?” You spat at his kingdoms most frequent words for you. 

“Your part Viking?” Ragnar asked with an amused smile. 

“Yes my mother was a shield maiden. My father took an interest on many years ago when she was washed up on our shores.” You answered honestly as your father smiled at the memory of your mother. 

“I see.” The blonde woman chuckled as she watched Ragnar stare at you intently. 

“So which gods or god do you believe in?” A wide eyed, slender man asked his eyes narrowed in a glare. 

“I do not worship their false god if that is what you are asking.” You paused not knowing his name. 

“Floki.” He stated his eyes still narrowed like he didn’t believe you. 

“Hmm…You remind me of the god Loki.” You stated with a grin as his eyes widened. 

“I think he is Loki.” Ragnar whispered making me giggle which seemed to make the older man happy. 

“You must be Ragnar’s wife then. Lagertha?” You stated as you looked at the beautiful woman. 

“Ex-Wife.” She scoffed making you catch the smile that made it’s way to your lips. 

“I see. It doesn’t seem to matter where men are from. They are all brash and unfaithful bastards.” You snorted causing everyone to start laughing especially the shield maiden. 

“I like her.” Lagertha gave a pointed look to Ragnar who rolled his eyes. 

You nudged your father on his excessively large seat at the head of the table. He sighed but moved up so you could sit down next to him. 

You gave him a sweet smile which made him laugh before kissing your head softly. You were your fathers favourite and everyone knew that. Especially your brother who hated you with a passion. 

“So did your mother train you in anything else?” A big man with long wavy hair  asked carefully as he sipped his ale looking at Ragnar who nodded in interest. 

“If you asking if I could take your head off with a sword then the answer is yes. You are Rollo yes?” You asked softly making him clear his throat as he sat up straight.

“My father has told me a lot about your spree around England with Ragnar.” You commented making him nod quietly in response.

You father understood a little of their langue because you had taught him but instead of joining in he allowed you to socialise with your fellow pagan’s. 

Everyone ate and enjoyed each other company before finally your father rand Ragnar began talking about there deal. You rolled you eyes before blocking your father view of Ragnar. 

“I want to go with them.” You stated as he stared up at you with sad eyes. 

“Y/N my sweet rose you really want to leave your poor father?” He asked softly his sadness radiating through his small smile. 

“Father you have your successor and I shall visit when I can. I want to fight! I wanna fall in love with someone who believes what I do.” You sighed in your fathers home language making Ragnar look at you. 

“I understand child. I will see to it then…I love you my little rose.” He whispered the last part in your ear making you smile fondly and return his sentiment.

“Ragnar. I have another term for our deal, I ask you take my daughter with you when you return to your home. She wishes to be with her people.” Your father asked gently making Ragnar nod in understanding. 

“Princess Y/N wishes to come back to Kattegat with us.” Ragnar announced in his home tongue causing everyone to stop there chatter. 

“We are not taking another Christian home with us Ragnar.” A gruff man in the group scoffed and before anyone said anything there was a knife flying through the air straight passed his ear to the throne room door. 

He touched his ear to find in bleeding before standing up and starting towards you. You jumped up, lifting your skirt you could take out your other knife. He got in your face like he was about to beat you but you put your knife to his intimate area. 

“Do NOT call me a Christian. I will cut off your tiny little friend and feed it to my wolf.” You spat in his ear before he finally got the point and backed away.

“We will take her back.” You had expected Ragnar or maybe even Lagertha so say these words however you had not expected Floki to say it. 

“Thank you.” Your father said in their language so they’d all understand. 

******

You stared in amazement as you saw the village come into view as you absently petted your dark grey wolf. People were flocking to the docks waiting for there loved ones or congratulate people along you smile as you glanced at Ragnar who was staring at you.

“Is there something on my face Ragnar?” You chuckled making him smile.

“You are very beautiful.” He stated mischievously as he stepped closer.

“Don’t you have a wife waiting for you?” You replied teasingly.

“As my ex wife would say. That never stopped me before.” Ragnar chuckled as the boat pulled up.

“I see well maybe you should come visit me once I am settled.” You whispered in his ear before hopping of the boat with the help of Floki. You kissed Floki’s cheek before he bid you goodbye and rushed off your see his Helga.

“And who might you be?” A tall slender woman asked with a bright smile.

“You are dressed like a Christian yet our Floki does not treat you as such.” She added as Ragnar hopped off the boat following after you.

“This is my wife. Aslaug.” Ragnar introduced like he hadn’t just been trying to bed you.

“I see Lagertha has told me a lot about you.” You replied sweetly but she could sense the unsaid words that you did not like her.

“I see.” She muttered with a fake smile.

“Rollo said he would show me where I could stay so I will see you later Ragnar.” You said to the blue eyed man with a smirk on your face.

“Of course princess. I look forward to seeing you at the hall.” He chuckled, his hand brushing across your lower back as Rollo approached you.

Rollo grabbed your belongings hauling them up with ease as you stared at his muscles contracting. Viking men were built different and it honestly had your stomach clenching in need. These men could easily throw you about like you were a rag doll. 

You follow at his side as your wolf Shadow followed closely behind you, staring at people as we passed them. Everyone seemed wary of him but you ignored there looks and stroked his fur as you walked.

“I see my brother has taken an interest in you.” Rollo snorted as we approached a little hut.

“Hmm, perhaps but if I was to bed him the main reason would be because I don’t like his wife. I believe women who like to reck happy homes are witches that need a taste of their own medicine.” You chuckled making Rollo laugh whole heartedly.

“Your honestly is refreshing. You remind me of Lagertha back when she was your age.” He chuckled softly as he got a dreamy look in his eyes.

“You love her.” You stated softly as he lowered you belongs to the floor in the corner of the hut.

“Yes but she has never seen me like that. As long as I can fight with her I can accept that.” He sighed quietly making you smile.

“You’re a sweet man when you want to be Rollo. Maybe if you showed her this side she may change her mind. Women like Lagertha are independent and don’t need a man but that does not mean they don’t want one. Do you know her favourite food or drink?” You asked casually as you began to take your belongings out of the gold and wooden chest Rollo had brought in for you.

“Yes.” He answered curiously before sitting down on a bench that was in the hut.

“Well when we go to the great hall maybe bring her some food and a drink. Don’t say anything just sit next to her quietly maybe even converse with people around you.” You answered sweetly as you dug out your gold and jewels. 

“That seems a little simple.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Women love when a man knows them. Think of it like Shadow my wolf would. When he wishes to mate he brings his female food and provides comfort for them.” You stated simply as you ran your finger through his fur.

“I see.” He nodded in understanding before glancing at your wolf.

“He seems rather large even for a wolf.”he commented as he stared at the giant dark grey wolf that came up to Rollo a waist meaning he was up to your shoulder.

“I know I have no idea why but I’ve had him since he was a pup. I found him in the woods when I was training. It was snowy and cold. His mother was dead next to him along with two other pups who were dead. They’d starved and then frozen by the looks of it but shadow was smart he caught a squirrel and then burrowed underneath his mother and sister. I buried his family and took him home.” You answered sweetly as Shadow nuzzled into your hand.

“He’s very loyal to you. Most wolves prefer to stay in their own territory but he happily followed you here.” Rollo added before he stood up causing the bench you were both sat on to rattle under you.

You let out a laugh making him roll his eyes once again before he set off to the great hall. You took your jewels and started towards a stall you’d seen on your way here that sold clothes. 

Once there you looked through the clothes before picking out a few things and asking the shop keeper how much. She stared at you with a frown before looking down at the gold with wide eyes.

“This is too much miss.” She stated as she tried to pass you it back.

“I know but I very much like your clothes and you work hard on them I can tell. Even my royal seamstress wasn’t that good.” You chuckled making her flush slightly as she gave you a nod.

“If you would like I could braid your hair for you after you change. You are going to the great hall for the celebration?” She offered kindly making you smile brightly.

You knew how to braid but not as well as the shield maidens so it was nice to have the offer which you gratefully took. She asked you what it was like to grow up around people in England and you asked her some tips on braiding it was pleasant and a lot different from any interactions you’d had with anyone in Wessex.

People may have not said much to your face as you are a princess but that didn’t stop you over hearing the horrible things people said behind your back.

You gave her your thanks and left the old dress with her telling her she could reuse it for whatever she wished. You collected Shadow from the hut before making your way to the Great hall with directions from a few people.

You opened the doors to the great hall your wolf at your side as everyone stared before Floki ran up to you with a childish giggle. He dragged you over to meet Helga who was sweet and very calm compared to her lover.

Rollo sat down next to you but not before passing Lagertha a drink of something and food. You smiled at the action as he engaged you in conversation. Lagertha looked shocked at the action but chose to eat her food and drink from her cup as she kept side eyeing Rollo.

“Well I’m glad you could make it Princess.” Ragnar’s voice stated behind you causing your wolf to growl as you jumped.

“Settle boy.” You whispered to him as he laid back down at your feet. 

“It appears your wolf does not like me.” He huffed playfully as he took a seat next to your other side. 

“Maybe he can sense you devious intentions Ragnar Lothbrok.” You giggled making him smile down at you, his ocean blue eyes shining with there usual mischief. 

“Would you like a tour of our lovely Kattegat?” He asks suddenly and his wife’s eyes found yours with a glare. 

“Hmm I would love to.” You answered sweetly, not taking your eyes off Aslaug. 

You stood up but as you wolf started to follow, you told him to stay making him whine. You rolled your eyes before pointing to Floki.

“Go sit with Floki.” You instructed and he glanced at the man before huffing and walking over to him. Floki stroked his fur as he waved at you to go. 

You were walking beside Ragnar for a few minutes before he moved slightly closer his arm brushing against yours. The white long sleeved dressed was comfortable in the slightly nicer weather Kattegat was experiencing. The dark brown detail down the front was pretty and you were happy to not be wearing the heavy dresses you’d worn as a princess. 

“You seem to be fitting in very well.” Ragnar spoke suddenly causing you to jolt a little.

“Everyone is nice here. It makes a difference from how people treat me in Wessex.” You chuckled as you looked at the small beach in front of you. 

“You were a Princess, how badly could they of treat you.” Ragnar asked sceptically. 

“Men were disgusted by me. Women were afraid of me. To my face they would acted accordingly however I overheard a few things they would say about me behind the kings back…behind mine. They would call me a witch,  say the only bride I could ever be was Satans which by the way is an angel that was kicked out of his heaven and banished to run hell, which is full of demons and people that have sinned.” You rolled your eyes making Ragnar laugh wholeheartedly. 

“Yes Athelstan told me much about Christianity. I believe everyone should worship who they want. I believe in my gods and Athelstan believes in his one god. We are friends despite that.” Ragnar replied with honesty his face serious as he looked down at his boots.

“I believe the same.” You replied softly as you took off your boots before stepping onto the sand with your bare feet.

Ragnar followed your lead, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the sand. He caught up to you his hand coming to rest on your lower back as you contrived strolling, watching the sea. 

His hand felt warm on your lower back, as his eyes gazed at you. You could feel it as it sent shivers down your spine. He shifted a little closer to you, his hand curling around your hip before pulling him close. 

You were pressed against his side as you finally stopped moving down the beach. You could feel his eyes on you as if trying to see your reactions to his sudden closeness.

“Do you love your wife Ragnar?” You suddenly asked making his eye widen though his hands did not move from your hips they weren’t gripping so tightly.

“I thought I did however I think I love that she has given me many sons.” He answered honestly his eyes staring into the darkness that covered the sea.

“I see.” You replied with a small smile.

“I could make you my second wife but I tried that with Lagertha and she left me.” Ragnar sighed softly making you smile.

“I am not surprised Ragnar I would’ve have left too. I have no desire to be your wife Ragnar. If you would like to take me back to my hut and fuck me though, I could definitely agree to that.” You whispered seductively before walking ahead of him towards your hut.

The walk wasn’t long and once the door closed to your hut Ragnar was on you. His right hand tangled in your hair, his lips were on yours as his left hand grabbed your waist pulling your closer.

His tongue stroked across yours gently yet passionately causing you to moan into his mouth his hands immediately trying to rip off your dress. You’d slapped his hands, pulling away from his lips with a grin. 

“Do not rip my new dress Ragnar.” You chuckled softly as you untied the brown leather belt and let it fall to the floor before lifting the white dress over your head and putting it on your chest. 

Ragnar took in your naked form appreciatively as he began stripping. His body was covered with a light amount of hair and muscle definition that you’d never seen on the English men you’d slept with. 

He was built like a beast and it made you clench around nothing, dampness making its way down your thighs. He finally stripped and was back on you, his hands immediately reaching for the back of your thighs to lift you up and laying you on the cold wooden table behind you.

His lips pressed wet, harsh kisses down your sternum nipping at the skin occasionally. Your soft pants and moans filling the air as you stared down at his very clearly hard member. He was big, bigger than you’d had before. 

Ragnar kissed your hip bone before nipping at it the sensation causing a shiver to run down your spine and a deep sultry moan to erupt from your chest. He glanced up at you with a smirk before he continued his path. 

When his lips pressed a kiss right above your slit you were desperate making you thrust upwards to try to get any kind of friction you could. However Ragnar decided hat wasn’t acceptable and slapped the inside of your thigh causing a shocking amount of pleasure.

“Stay still. Naughty girl.” He scolded softly before looking up to see your reaction to his slap. 

You flushed under his gaze as you avoided his eyes. Was that normal? To react like that to being slapped, you thought anxiously. Ragnar’s hands grabbed your hips tightly before he flipped you over so you were bent over the table. 

Before you could question it his hand came down on your ass the sound ringing through the hut. You whimpered, spreading your legs a little so you could push backwards, rubbing against his member. 

“Dirty girl.” Was all Ragnar said before thrusting two fingers inside of your warm wet heat with no warning. 

You let out a startled moan before pushing back onto his fingers eagerly. His free hand massaged the ass cheek he’d just slapped before delivering another one making you moan desperately against him. 

“Ragnar!” You moaned loudly as his fingers started hitting inside you at a different angle causing you to dig your nails into the table beneath you. 

“W-What is that?” You whined softly, trying to push back against his finger.

“I don’t know but I like to call it the magic button.” Ragnar chuckled before thrusting into that spot again. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Your moans were getting louder as they filled the hut, your stomach tensing as it prepared to unravel that amazing feeling you’d only had once or twice. Ragnar’s fingers sped up as he continued his assault on that magic button. 

“Cum for me sweet girl.” Ragnar whispered before his tongue was on your hooded bundle of nerves. 

The angle was awkward for Ragnar it he didn’t care as his tongue lavished you, his finger still never stopping. You clenched around them as his hand came down once against to slap your left ass cheek.

“Oh fuck Ragnar!” You screamed as you finally came around his fingers, your face pressed against the table as you hair splayed messily around you some of it over your face.

“You taste addictive.” He mumbled against you, giving you one last long lick before pulling away from your heat with a wicked smile on his face. 

“You ready my little vixen.” He whispered as he bent over you, his lips tickling against your ear. 

“Mhmm. You gonna fill me up Ragnar? Want you to.” You moaned, your tone needy but quiet. 

Suddenly he thrust into you with no warning just like he had with hi fingers before, causing you to push your back against his naked chest as you pushed him so far in your swore your felt him in your stomach. Your hands gripped his hands that were clutching your hips in an almost painful grip.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you. Want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm fuck you so good and full.” He growled in your ear one of his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not quite squeezing it just resting there. 

You felt so dazed from your previous orgasm and his words all you could do was nod to his teasing question. His hand squeezed softly as he continued fucking you slowly but hard. 

“Ah ah. Use yours words sweet girl.” He scolded his hand around your throat tightening again so most of your air supply was gone. 

You should’ve been scared but it only served to bring you closer to anther orgasm. You turned you face to look him in the eyes as you finally opened your mouth to speak. He released his grip but never moved his hand as he stared at you expectantly. 

“Want you to fill me up. Fuck me full with your babies.” You moaned, your head leaning against his collarbone. 

“Fuck. I have many sons. You gonna give me more darling?” He asked as his thrusting started getting faster and more rough.

“You gonna drop everything when I’m big and fat to fuck me when I need your cock?” You moaned as you threw your arm up to grasp at his hair as his tightened around your throat again. 

“I’d drop everything to fuck your pretty little flower sweetheart. Mmm you feel so good can wait until your pregnant and desperate for me all the time.” He groaned against your neck his hand on your hip coming around to wrap around your waist tightly as he began pounding into you at an animalistic pace. 

“Oh fuck! Yes!” You screamed loudly as you felt yourself clenching round him as you felt yourself at the edge once again.

His cock was drilling into that special spot that made you see stars, his thrusting becoming less calculated as he neared his end too. You tugged at his braided hair moaning his name as he tightened his grip on your throat and waist.

“Shit. So close.” He moaned in your ear as he brought his hand from your waist to your wet heat, his fingers massaging your little bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me Ragnar fill me up with your seed.” You moaned loudly before kissing him passionately.

Finally you felt your orgasm rip through you like lightening, your eyes falling shut as you pushed back against him, riding out your high as he finally came too. His hot seed filling you up so much you could feel it.

You didn’t get long to enjoy the aftermath as Ragnar flipped you back over and held you legs up in the air, your knees rest over his shoulders.

“Stay still sweet girl. Gotta make sure you stay filled up with me.” He groaned as he looked down at your abused hole.

You giggled at his actions but made no move to stand up, letting him have his way. You were starting to realised there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t give to him.

After sometime he finally moved to wipe any spillage with a rag. You gave him a stuttered moan as he gave you a single lick his eyes filled with mischief.

“Beautiful.” He whispered before helping you up.

He didn’t leave immediately instead he pulled your firs over in front of the fireplace before starting a fire and laying down beckoning you over.

 “Your wife isn’t going to be happy.” You chuckled as you cuddled into his chest.

“Yes well I don’t much care.” He chuckled his hair undoing you braids gently, letting your hair fall free around your naked shoulders.

BANG!

“Y/N it worked she-” Rollo paused in his words as he took in your naked form cuddled up to his brother.

“Never mind we can talk tomorrow.” He snorted as he sent you a subtle wink.

“And what was that about my little vixen.” He asked in amusement.

“I may of given him tips on how to seduce your ex wife.” You smirked at him making him roll his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised. Now come here, gonna fill you up again pretty girl.” Ragnar growled playfully making you giggle under him.

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[dreamonseems]

Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

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Unexpected: Part 4

Summary: Ragnar returns, angst ensues (yes, he has that effect).

Notes: How do we feel about the reader finding out she’s preggers while Ivar is gone? (no, he won’t die on the raid)

Tagged: @bragisrunes @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @draculasbride-blog

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Ivar had been undressing her in the stables when Hvitserk had burst in, looking up at the ceiling because this was his little brother and not Ubbe, to tell him the impossible: Ragnar Lothbrok had returned to Kattegat.

She blushed furiously as she pulled one of her new dresses over her shoulders and helped Ivar with his crutches, but Hvitserk smirked at him knowingly.

“Should I accompany you?” she asked. Ivar shook his head.

“Go tell my mother.”

She nodded, leaving for the Great Hall, while he and Hvitserk went in a different direction.

“So when are you marrying her?” Hvitserk asked.

“I won’t.” Ivar replied simply.  Despite their father waiting for them at the other end of the town, Hvitserk stopped dead in his tracks.

“Why?”

“Mother made me promise I wouldn’t.” Ivar admitted, walking on. “And anyway, why do you care, hm?”

Hvitserk shrugged. “I want her as my sister-in-law.”

“I am not Ubbe.” Ivar hissed.

“I like her. She is kind, and I want to eat the bread she makes for the rest of my life. You should commit to her, tell mother that you truly love her.” Hvitserk insisted.

“For bread?”

“There’s been worse reasons.” Hvitserk laughed. His smile died down when they saw the crowd that had gathered around their raging father. Ivar caught the disappointment in Hvitserk’s eyes. But not him. This was what he had expected.

The people of Kattegat let his brothers through easily, but Ivar had to push his way through. His eyes met Ragnar’s the first time when he shouted, “Who wants to be king?”

For a moment, Ivar felt a rush, wanted to reach forward and take the sword that was offered to him, before he froze. He wasn’t stupid. So he let Ragnar throw his tantrum and embarrass himself, while he stayed still and let his mannerisms wash over him.

In eight years, nothing had changed about his father.

Aslaug’s POV:

Ivar’s girl came running into the Great Hall suddenly. She looked out of breath, for more than one reason. It seemed that once her youngest son had discovered he was a man, Ivar was insatiable.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Ragnar Lothbrok has returned to Kattegat.” She managed. Aslaug froze.

She was queen. Had been for the last eight years – Ragnar couldn’t just take that from her now.

“Prepare for a feast. Then come help me dress.” She commanded. Then, Aslaug left the room to go to her own chamber. With steady hands, she removed her current jewelry, searching for something more imposing. She wanted Ragnar to know that it was her who had built Kattegat into a trading center in the last eight years.

Ragnar made it to the room before she could. Aslaug slipped on the jade bangle that Ivar had gifted her, coming from a kingdom whose name she couldn’t begin to say. He slipped into the room like a shadow, quiet.

“My wife,” Ragnar greeted her. “And mother of my sons. We both know that love was not what brought us together. But you’ve endured me. You’ve suffered my words, and my neglect. Yet you never turned our sons against me. I am sure that there are times when you’ve hated me. But you never poisoned their minds, or stopped them from loving me. And for all of that, with all of my heart, I am grateful to you.”

She could feel his hands on her, fumbling with her hair and Aslaug wanted to turn around and scratch his eyes out. He continued, unbothered, even kissing her hair. He fucking petted her, like she was a dog, and Aslaug hoped that the Gods would strike him down where he stood. Yet, she didn’t move.

“Why are you saying this now?” Aslaug asked instead. Before he can reply, the slave returns, carrying her finest coat. She froze at the sight of Ragnar, standing behind her.

“Apologies, my queen.” She mumbled. Aslaug felt relief wash over her, and pride fill her. This slave saw her as queen of Kattegat, and not Ragnar as King. She didn’t even know a time where Ragnar had ruled here.

She laid down her coat before making to leave, but Aslaug stopped her.

“Stay.” She commanded.

The slave nodded, moving towards Aslaug, who stood from her seat abruptly. She could feel the chair hit Ragnar’s thigh. He took a step back, and Aslaug allowed herself to smile.

“This is Ivar’s slave.” She told Ragnar, who nodded. Before the slave could turn away, Ragnar caught her jaw in his hand. For the first time, Aslaug wanted to side with her.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Y/N.” she replied. There was a pause at the end, and it was clear she wasn’t sure how to address him.

“What are you to my son?” Ragnar asked her.

“It would be better to ask him, I am but a slave.” She replied, avoiding his question. Ragnar rolled his eyes, suddenly bored and let her go. Aslaug stepped toward her, challenging Ragnar. He scoffed, and left the room.

“Thank you.” The slave said, her voice almost a whisper.

“We are still both women.” Aslaug shrugged.

Ivar’s POV:

She looked shaken when she came back to him, and he immediately knew that Ragnar had something to do with it. The entire way to the lake, she hadn’t said a word.

“Did he do something to you?” Ivar asked.

“He just- he’s very intimidating.” She replied. “But that’s to be expected of someone like him, I suppose.”

“And I am not intimidating?” Ivar poked.

“To others maybe.” She replied. “But?” Ivar challenged.

“I could see right through you.” She laughed. “He’s like a wall.”

They sat at the lake in silence for a while. Her head was on his lap for once, and Ivar combed through her hair gently while he tried to bring up the courage to tell her. He had agreed on it with his father in the morning, right after his return. It was late afternoon now, and Ivar still couldn’t bear to tell her.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to do this.

“I’m going to England.” He told her quietly.

“Is Ubbe going to lead the raid? Or you?” she asked. She had no idea.

“My father. Ubbe isn’t coming.” He said. Abruptly, she sat up.

“No.” she replied.

“No?” Ivar asked. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean that the others talk. No one takes him seriously, after what happened in the town square. He’ll have to pay people to come with him.”

She looked at him intently, until her expression shifted, and she realized.

“You knew that.” She said. “You knew.”

“It’s my only chance to die with honor.” Ivar sighed. He saw horror take hold of her.

“That’s not true!” she argued.

“It is.” Ivar replied, feeling his fist dig into the soft ground beneath them.

“So you mean to leave me here? Alone? What will I do?” she asked. Ivar’s stomach sunk. He hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t say anything and for a while, he let her seethe with an anger that normally radiated off of him.

“I won’t let you go.” She decided. Ivar barked a cold laugh at her.

“You can’t stop me. You’ll return to your duties, and I’ll have Hvitserk and mother look after you.” Ivar told her. That would be the end of it, and she’d let him go without having his stomach turn into knots.

“No. I’m not letting you leave Kattegat.”

“You forget yourself.” Ivar roared. “You are a slave.”

She didn’t say anything, instead getting up. Then, despite what it could mean to her life, she spat at his feet.

“Fuck you, Ivar Lothbrok. I really thought you cared.”

He sat at the lake alone, until it got cold, stewing in his anger. He didn’t want to hurt anyone when he got home. And when he wanted to get back, his anger only grew again.

Normally, she helped him walk over the soft ground around the lake. He hadn’t dragged himself through the mud in months. He gritted his teeth together and began, ignoring the pain in his knees and shins, knowing that he would have to command her to take care of him later. She wouldn’t do it from her own volition, like normally.

He was halfway through the part of the way that had mud when he heard voices. Embarrassed, he turned around, seeing Ubbe and Hvitserk come towards him. Not this, not now.

Their laughter died down when they saw Ivar, his face marred with anger and completely alone. They looked at each other and then, wordlessly, they came towards him and lifted him up, helping him. Hvitserk didn’t mention ‘his girl’ and Ubbe gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

They carried him until he could walk again, and then, Ubbe handed him his crutch.

She passed him outside of the Great Hall, barely sparing him a glance. Ivar could see that she was still just as angry as at the lake, as well as hurt.

“My princes.” She greeted them. Her voice was cold, emotionless. Hvitserk hissed through his teeth when she was gone.

“Ouch.” He commented.

“Don’t push it.” Ivar snapped.

“Talk to her.” Ubbe suggested. “Make her see sense.”

“I can’t.” Ivar replied.

“Yeah, because you picked out someone just as thickheaded as you.” Hvitserk snorted. “Maybe try apologizing for your death wish.”

Ivar pushed him, hard, but Hvitserk only laughed, hands up in mock-surrender.

“He’s trying to help.” Ubbe reminded. Ivar didn’t reply, and Ubbe sighed. “I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.” He promised. Ivar nodded, before he limped off.

A few days later: Hvitserk and Bjorn leave for the Mediterranean

She hadn’t slept in his bed, not once. Ivar hadn’t made any attempts to apologize. His brothers could say what they wanted; he wouldn’t lower himself to her. She was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t even love her.

That is a lie. A voice in his head whispered. Strangely enough, while there was a rift between them, she had grown closer with his mother. They kept together whenever he saw them together, never talking, but keeping their distance from Ragnar.

She was there at the docks now, while Aslaug said goodbye to Hvitserk. She offered him a polite small as he passed her, and Ivar felt his fist clench with anger. He didn’t want anyone to look at her. When he glanced over at her, their eyes met for a second.

He looked away first, but he had seen the amber necklace around her neck. When the ships were gone, she followed behind Aslaug silently, while Ivar remained at the docks. He stayed there for hours, until it began to get darker.

Ivar sat down at the beach. He had seen Ragnar come here yesterday. When Ragnar had come back, he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Bjorn had given him a sad smile. Ivar didn’t know what it meant, and he couldn’t figure it out.

He tried to be frustrated about that, instead of her, but he failed miserably. When he heard steps in the sand behind him, he whirled around. She was on the beach too, but she hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Y/N.” he blurted out.

“My prince.”

Ivar patted the spot beside him, hoping that she would come. She hesitated, but eventually, she sunk down beside him, smoothing out her dress. It was the green one.

“Queen Aslaug-“ she said after a while, searching for the right words. “She tried to explain. I think neither of us want you to go, and I don’t want to understand. If you have to go, I cannot stop you. I just-“

She broke off, and they sat in silence for a while. “I am-“ Ivar began. He wanted to say he was sorry, he really did. “I didn’t want to cause you pain.” He said instead. “But it’s my only chance. Do you understand?”

“No.” she said simply. Ivar sighed.

“Promise you’ll come back to me. Valhalla can wait.” She whispered.

“I’ll try.” Ivar replied.

“It’s not enough.” She said, demanding. She was always demanding, but Ivar didn’t stop her. He wanted to give her whatever she demanded of him. He kissed her instead, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

When they broke apart, he saw tears glittering in her eyes, angrily wiping at his when he felt the familiar sting. She mirrored his actions, before her hands began to clench into fists. Neither of them wanted to cry, and Ivar felt himself regretting his promise to Ragnar more and more.

He felt desperate, and lost and confused, but most of all, he felt angry. Angry at Ragnar for returning now, angry at her for ignoring him and angry at himself for hurting her.

“I love you.” He blurted out. Despite what I promised mother.

Her eyes grew wide at his confession, before she gave him a smile. A real one, one of those only he got to see. “I love you too.” She replied. “I love you so much.”

“Thank the Gods.” He stammered out. It wasn’t supposed to be something he wanted to say out loud.

“I missed you.” She admitted. “In two days, you won’t even be here at all.”

“Ubbe will take care of you.” Ivar promised.

“Prince Ubbe will take care of all my needs?” she joked, and Ivar rolled his eyes.

“Think of me.” He replied, imitating Bjorn’s cocky tone. She snorted, before she pushed him down gently, straddling his lap.

“As if that even comes close.”

Ivar felt pride swell in his chest, pulling her down toward him. His hand closed around her neck, squeezing gently, and she gave him a soft moan. Only now he realized how much he had missed this.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered. Spurred on, she began tugging at his vest.

“Outside?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like that.”

“No one’s around. We’ll just have to be quiet.” She replied.

“You? Quiet?” Ivar asked. She rolled her eyes, getting up quickly, holding his crutch towards him. Ivar swore he had never walked so fast in his life as they made their way to the Great Hall.

They passed Aslaug, who only rolled her eyes at them, and then Sigurd and Ubbe.

“Well someone’s made up.” Ubbe called after them. Ivar shot a look in his direction, but by that time, he was busy with Margrethe again.

They barely made it into his room and onto the bed, and Ivar had to restrain himself not to rip the dress off of her. He had wanted to take his time with her, to make her squirm under him, but right now, Ivar did not have the patience for that. Instead, he let her guide him into her.

Ivar grabbed her by the hips, flipping them around so that he was on top, before he thrusted into her. He wasn’t careful, or gentle, but her moans spurred him on.

She scratched his back raw, and in return, Ivar grabbed whatever he could greedily. He felt wild, and free, and for a moment, he could forget that he was leaving her behind.

That he was abandoning her.

“You need to slow down.” She gasped under him. “Please.”

Immediately, Ivar came to a halt.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Keep going, just a bit slower please.” She replied.

He began thrusting more lazily, and she held him close. Ivar’s forehead rested on hers, and he closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered.

“I know. I’m sorry too.” She replied.

“It showed me you truly cared.”

The day that Ivar left, she handed him his new sword at the dock. His mother asked him not to go one last time, but Ivar’s mind was set. He hugged her goodbye, before he moved on to his girl.

“May the Gods keep and protect you.” She told him. Everything else, she left unsaid.

“And you.” Ivar mumbled. If he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to leave. So he turned around and got into the boat. Ragnar patted him on the back, giving him a look Ivar couldn’t read. He only knew that Ragnar thought this girl didn’t mean anything to Ivar.

As the boat sailed away, Ivar looked back at Kattegat. Neither of the women moved, both unwavering until they were out of sight.

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[namelessbutters-doodles]

I'll Never Get Tired Of You, Never

Characters : Paul Stanley, Velvet Von ragnar.

Pairing : Stardemon/ Vonstar

Setting: Mid 80s

Au: Never Too Young to Die (Normal route)

Summary: ‘’What are you thinking about, Stanley?’’ 

“Many things…’’

‘’Like what?’’

‘’Life.’’ Paul breathed, looking up into the night sky where the stars shined around the full moon that showed its bright and gleaming presence all around while the clouds moved, Birds migrating somewhere with their kin. Flowers swayed side to side with the wind as they danced with harmony and rhythm, as swans swam in the glistening waters near the spot where Paul and Velvet laid together on a blanket. Laying side by side, close.....

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⚠️Warnings: Slice of life, deep conversations, lore, date night, insecurities, Symbolism, Metaphors, light Angsts, Fluff, Comfort, talks of pregnancy, Circle of light, Mentions of Abuse, kissing, touches, picnic implied, dreams, Foreshadowing. Ask to tag! (more on A03.)

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‘’What are you thinking about, Stanley?’’ 

“Many things…’’

‘’Like what?’’

‘’Life.’’ Paul breathed, looking up into the night sky where the stars shined around the full moon that showed its bright and gleaming presence all around while the clouds moved, Birds migrating somewhere with their kin. Flowers swayed side to side with the wind as they danced with harmony and rhythm, as swans swam in the glistening waters near the spot where Paul and Velvet laid together on a blanket. Laying side by side, close. Hands are intertwined, stomachs are full of snacks and food while minds are full of questions about anything they want to ask or talk about. Both of their hairs sprawled out together, as Paul turned to face Velvet while she did the same. ‘’Life, Vel. Life.’’ Paul proclaimed, squeezing her hand.

‘’What kind of life?’’ Velvet questioned, looking into Paul's eyes as he took a breath. Staring into her eyes as well, breathing slowly as rabbits run across them fast. Not paying them any mind or hassle, scurrying into the deepest darkest depths into the bushes nearby, never to be seen again until morning it seems as Velvet moved closer to him. Turning over onto her side, watching him. Awaiting his answer, as she caresses his cheeks tenderly. Rubbing her finger across his smooth skin, massaging him a little. ‘’What kind of life, if i may ask?’’ She whispered, her eyes becoming more rich from the moon above.

‘’Any life.’’

‘’But, what kind of life? Animal, aliens-’’ She chuckled, moving a strand of hair away from Paul’s face, putting it behind his ear. He smiled warmly, grabbing that gently. Pulling her almost on top of him, stroking her cheek as well while she held his face in her hand. Touching their foreheads together, eyes closing as she speaks. ‘’Or human?’’

‘’Human.’’ Paul said, laying his head on her shoulder. Looking up at her, as the swans became closer and the sounds of music from the darkness started to rise while he smoothed his hands on the side of her face more. His heart being steady yet a little fast, sitting on Velvet’s lap comfortably. The empty plates clattering against each other from his and hers movement on the blanket, scrunching the blanket up in the process. The drinks rolling off onto the side, as they roll in the grassy patch. Liquids sloshing around, the sound of night taking place. ‘’Definitely, human.’’

‘’What about them?’’ She asked, wrapping her arm around Paul’s waist. Curious on what Paul has to say about them, and what he’s been thinking about as of recently during these past months that’s been full of some of the best, sweet and awesome times she and him ever had since they started dating, as tonight was one of there dates where they go out and dressed in the finest clothing they had. Paul in white bell bottoms, lavender sweater that showed off his shoulder along with his curls done beautifully and efficiently making him look more like a angel each day as time pass while she wore a golden chest piece, a necklace, spiked wristbands and leather pants with some heels that could kill anything when stepped on and…

No makeup, this time.

Due to becoming more comfortable and Paul’s compliments, it made her think on why she has to wear makeup when she’s already beautiful as it is like a Queen that Paul always called her or said when they were together, like now. Only wearing makeup sometimes or none at all, from how everything been good and the fact Paul doesn’t care if she wore it or not made her feel more better about her looks than ever.

Which says something, but nonetheless felt good that she doesn’t need to wear makeup to impress or be more attractive cause he makes her feel more attractive, hot and even human that she has no reason to at all to put on the mask, only bits and pieces but not a mask…

Anymore. 

She's grateful and wouldn’t change anything about it, due to becoming more better and emotional thanks to meeting Paul in the park. Sitting on a bench, all alone in the summer of…

87.

A day she would always remember, just like this one night will become memorable like all before this one, but this…

Will be different.

‘’What about humans, Starlight?’’ 

‘’We live, work, and die. Right?’’

‘’Sometimes…’’ 

‘’Circle of life, throughout decades. Repeating the same whole things everyday until nothing is left and it’s just darkness until it starts all over again and it’s the same thing. The same choices, consequences, and rituals.’’

‘’Yeah…’’

‘’We get tired of them, but yet we do them every time but if we change or do something different will it get tiring or exhilarating like the first time? Or will it be more draining than before?’’ Paul questioned, going on as Velvet listened without answering his questions. Trying to get an understanding as he talked, hearing his lisp coming through at times or stuttering through words that make everyone question a lot about things in life, they often wondered about in times like these.

‘’If history changed or was altered, would everything have the same consequences like before or would it just be the same? If someone wanted to do something different, would they be tired or ecstatic? Would they want to be with someone and possibly do something that cause a rift between them?’’

‘’What kind of rift?’’

‘’One that’s positive or negative.’’ He confessed, bringing Velvet down with him as they laid together in each other’s embrace. Laying his head on her chest, listening to her soothing heartbeat as he kept on speaking while she stroked his hair. Running her hand through his massive amount of curls, looking down at him. Listening intensely. ‘’One that could…’’

‘’Make them tired of each other.’’

‘’Tired of each other? How so?’’

‘’Marriage, Sex, Lifestyles, or babies…’’ Paul whispered, mumbling that last part to himself as Velvet took a breath. The coldness of the air appeared when she breathed, resting her hand on Paul’s back. Keeping it there for the time being, as the crickets and music became louder. The flowers sprouting it’s petals, different in each of them as they danced around the couple. The sound of Velvet’s heart sending vibrations through Paul’s ear, his right ear in the center. Can’t hear it clearly, but it made him calm with what he’s saying. ‘’Those things, when the couple does one of them. They get tired and maybe annoyed from the changes they made to adjust in there life, which they thought could be a positive thing but it turns out….’’

He takes a breath, Velvet rubs his back.

‘’It was more of a negative than a positive, that caused a rift or a break between them.’’

‘’How so, Stanley?’’ She asked, staring up at the stars.

‘’When they want to get married or move in, they think it’s going to be the best thing in the world for the two of them. Thinking they’ll do everything together, like go out to places they love dearly before they move in and get together. Like the movies, Restaurants, arcades, bookshops, etc. stuff they both liked doing until…’’

The wind blows by, as some leaves and flowers fly out in the open. Landing all around the couple in some sort of circle or heart, as a rose landed by Velvet’s head. A red rose, Paul’s favorite. Smelling very lovely like him, a smell Velvet loved smelling through her nostrils from the shampoo and soaps he uses. Her other hand nears it as she asks…

‘’Until what?’’

‘’They get tired of it, looking for new things for them to enjoy but in the end it’s all the same.’’

‘’The same ole thing?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ 

‘’And what do they do then?’’ She asked, curious.

‘’They split up or…’’ Paul goes, but becomes quiet. Both of them listening to the different sounds around them, the chimes of music becoming louder at some points but then quiet the next. The chirps of the crickets have gone quiet, the swans still swimming are flapping their wings. Getting water out of them, as they shook. Becoming dry, like Paul’s mouth. Words becoming hard as wood, as a jet flies across the sky. The moon shines once more on them, Velvet’s finger touches the stem softly as she looks down. 

‘’They split up or?’’

Paul lifts up his head, eyes glowing like caramel. Strands of curls in his face, dangling as he moves them away. Taking a breath, a few times before his lower lip trembles in fear or stress as he gulps. The wind making a slight noise, as a wolf howls loudly…

At the moon.

‘’They have a baby. One they both make, with there love and care they both have for each other so much they decided to make life resembling one or both of them. One they would love dearly for the rest of there life no matter how hard life is or the obstacles that would come down the line, either falling apart or strengthening there love they make it until they pass or…the love dies causing one to leave while the other tries to take care of the baby until it becomes a bother or a chore and they don’t love it anymore…’’

He sniffs, choking up a little. 

‘’Eventually getting tired of it too, regretting everything.’’

Tears peaked from his eyes, but he wiped them away. Breaking Velvet’s heart a little, placing her hand on Paul’s side. Holding him as he speaks, his voice shaking like a leaf but nonetheless talks clearly.

‘’Regretting meeting there lover, the choices, the consequences, things they’ve done and eventually having a child, they thought it would fix things and make everything better but it didn’t make things worse. S-So worse, they get tired and just leave there baby all alone in the dark with no but the baby itself in a lonely dark room forever or until they want to spend time with it for their own convenience until-’’

‘’They get tired.’’ Velvet said, finishing Paul’s words. Holding him tight against her, both of them making eye contact. ‘’And, it all repeats again? Doesn’t it?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ 

‘’The circle of life huh?’’

‘’Mhm.’’ 

‘’Paul.’’

No word, but he looks at her.

‘’Are you afraid of me, getting tired of you?’’ She asked, sitting up a little. Her hair flowing in the wind as her necklace shines from the moon like the water and her eyes becoming softened while looking at her lover. Reveling in the looks she’s getting from him and the question that she asked that made her heart and mind shake with emotion. Beating fast while her mind looks for more questions and answers. ‘’Are you Scared, of it happening?’’

He takes a breath, separating from Velvet as they both sat up. Moving the plates, drinks and everything around them as they both sat. one looking at the other while the other thinks about it for a while as Velvet touches Paul’s hand and holds them in her’s. Taking in a sight, that makes them both look like a Queen and a…

King, all around.

‘’Paul, Are you?’’

He looks at her hands, smoothing her knuckles with his fingers.

‘’Paul?’’

He looks up at her, eyes trembling. He speaks, as a light around them starts appearing slowly.

‘’Ho-.’’ 

‘’Yes, i’m afraid of it happening to us.’’

‘’Why?’’ 

‘’Because it happened to my parents, and look what happened to me…’’

‘’And you’re worried about repeating that cycle again?’’

‘’Yeah, the cycle of…’’ Paul goes quiet, looking down. Doesn’t want to say the word, doesn’t want to remember his upbringing or past. Hurting himself more, as a tear slides down but Velvet wipes it away. Grabbing his chin tenderly, as they touched their foreheads together once again. Paul hitches a breath, trembling. 

‘’Of the inferno you’ve experienced…’’ Velvet said, rubbing Paul’s cheek softly.

He nods, speaking.

‘’And if we get tired of each other, bring a baby into this world. I’ll be like…them.’’

‘’No, you won’t.’’

‘’Vel, look at me. I’m the…product of them and the remnants of the things they’ve done to me, i’m nothing but a mess of there worlds.’’

‘’No, your not.’’ 

‘’Ve-’’

‘’Stanley, you're not a product. You're not nothing, and you're not a mess. You’re beautiful, a Man and the most wonderful person I've ever met in my life who makes me think about why I'm here or other’s are here in the first place. You’ve made me believe in love, hope and anything that makes me get out to see the finer things in life that maybe not are finer to others but are finer to me. To you and…’’

‘’To, us.’’ 

‘’Ve-’’ 

‘’You're the product of a family who didn’t care and mistreated you, I'm the product of some person who left me to die and suffer their consequences. Were both remnants of families and a generation who thought having a kid would be better for them, for their benefits and gain but in the end it wasn’t. Or didn’t think through enough about having them and ending up just…’’

She takes a breath.

‘’Tossing them in the trash or some orphanage to become leftovers.’’

She takes another breath, visible from the cold air.

‘’And in the end, they may be nothing or a mess but…’’

‘’But, what.’’

‘’They’re beautiful messes, who found each other through trials and obstacles. Surviving what life throws at them and never giving up like some people have, they get tired but it’s worth it. It’s worth seeing another day if it’s just the same thing over and over as long as they make it and have the right people around them when they need them the most at there bests or worsts. Breaking some of the cycles along the way. And what a way it is….’’

She slowly takes the rose in her hands, holding it between her and Paul. Blooming gorgeous from small lights and the eyes of browns reflecting it as she twirled it with her fingers, showing off the red and swirls. Smiling warmly, bringing Paul close as he watches her.

‘’Life mistakes, regrets, problems sometimes bring people closer together without them realizing them in times they should have realized. Realized they’ve done something and perhaps should’ve done something to fix them with simple solutions instead of the ones that bring responsibility and so much care. Think about themselves instead of what generations done before them or people around them have done before the downward spirals.’’

She brings it up to her nose, sniffing it. Filling her with scents, her lips curled.

‘’Before the big decisions.’’

She takes the thorns out, one by one.

‘’Before the complications.’’

Another piece.

‘’Before the problems, they didn’t address or fix.’’

Another piece.

‘’Before the regrets or mistakes.’’

The final piece, she looks at it.

‘’Before…’’

Her finger goes to the last one, Paul’s finger touches her. 

Both of them touching the thorn together, holding it before…

‘’Everything.’’ They both say, plucking…

The final piece off.

Going quiet, hairs flowing in the end as…

Fireflies come out around them, glowing brightly. Abundance of them around the couple, as they both take a breath and look at each other. Minds, hearts and eyes full of emotion as…

Velvet places the rose behind Paul’s ear, they both smiled.

‘’Before all those things. They forgot to take of the one thing that’ll make a difference.’’

‘’Like, what?’’ Paul asked, his eyes shining.

‘’Themselves.’’ 

‘’How?’’ 

‘’By working on them and being around the right people, like how you appeared and worked on me while i worked on you.’’

‘’Velvet…’’

‘’Paul…’’

They embraced, holding each other tightly. 

‘’We maybe a mess, but we are a beautiful mess. The both of us, making each other better and learning things about ourselves that doesn’t make me tired or annoyed, it’s life. Are you tired of me?’’

‘’Never.’’

‘’But you’re afraid of me, getting tired of you?’’

‘’Yeah…are you?’’

‘’Never.’’ She gasped, pulling away from Paul. looking him in the eye, putting his hand on her cheek. ‘’Never, i’ll never get tired of you Starlight.’’ She proclaimed, kissing him on the mouth passionately before pulling away. ‘’Never.’’ 

‘’How can I be so sure, and what if we bring a life into this world that’s unexpected or planned and things change between us?’’

‘’Then we make sure we talk about them before and after.’’

‘’But what if you get tired of the baby?’’

‘’I’ll never get tired of the baby, we'll make.’’

‘’We?’’ 

‘’Yes, honey. We.’’ 

‘’But what if-’’

‘’You and me will break the cycle, never repeat the same things those people done to us, never do the things to the child that doesn’t deserve to be locked up, mistreated, or thrown away. Never be like them, never repeat it, never look in the mirror and say i’m them instead…’’

Paul's heart pounds, his mouth widens slowly.

‘’Be better. Be the parents that stood up and took care of themselves, there children and the ones who would help them regardless without a care in the world, a little communication and guidance is better than nothing.’’

‘’You sure?’’

‘’I’m sure.’’

Paul eye’s glances around them for a sec, then looks at Velvet’s. 

‘’You promise, right? If we communicate and have guidance, take care of ourselves, the problems, the mistakes and regrets then…would you..me..take care of the baby…’’

‘’Together?’’ He Questions, face full of worry.

‘’Of, course. I promise…’’

‘’Me…?’’

‘’Us.’’ Velvet stated, stroking Paul’s curls. ‘’I promise us, if we bring a life into this world. We’ll be better, take care of them and give them the life we’ve never had. And if you get tired, i’ll take care of them and be reminded how beautiful there father is each day when i hold them in my arms and be thankful for the life we’ve created.’’

‘’And if you get tired.’’

‘’We all get tired.’’ they both chuckled, laughter echoing in the air. The flowers stopped dancing, fireflies still flying around with their bright glow as dark clouds covered the moon as they moved. Stars shining with their might but not as bright as the lover’s eyes and there…

Love for another.

‘’And do it all over again, like a family.’’

‘’A family we’ve created…’’

They both breathed, laying together once again.

‘’Imagined.’’ 

‘’Paul?’’

‘’Yes?’’ 

‘’Do you want a family with me, a little mini us?’’

‘’I do but...i don’t know if i can have or carry them with the stuff i was on or did to myself. I don’t know if i could.’’

‘’But if you did know.’’

‘’Then yes, but it would have to be someday when I am or we’re ready for it. I don’t want to have a child and be a mess everyday in front of them or you. I don’t want them to see that and be afraid of me…’’

‘’And help you, with their gifts and smile.’’ Velvet said, seeing a little smile form on Paul. ‘’they might be afraid for there father, but they will make your day full of enjoyment and life when they can and if your having a bad day then i’ll help you in the dark and light it up with things you love like them and me.’’

‘’It ain't always going to be good nor bad but that’s life and it’s frustrating and hard but one that everyone gets through, one day at a time. Slowly but surely, it’ll be fine and dandy like…’’

‘’Us.’’ 

‘’Like us, Starlight. Like us.’’

‘’And if you're having a bad day, then I'll sing all your worries and problems away. And who knows maybe…they’ll sing to you as well.’’ Paul giggled, teeth showing. ‘’With there babbles and anything they can say.’’

‘’Then i get two angels, two perfect angels singing to me with there voices from heaven and looks that can make hearts pound and faces light up with a simple gesture. Two angels, in my life i would always love and be with.’’

‘’As a family?’’

‘’Yeah…as a family.’’

‘’Where love, care, everything can exist in ways we can only hope for right?’’

‘’Right.’’ Velvet stated, holding Paul. hugging him, as they both stared up at the moon. The swans stared up at it with them, the rose stayed behind Paul’s ear. Filling them both with scents and emotions, as there shut there eyes in sync. Listening to the noises that were coming a bit too much now is comfortable and relaxing to them as there heart beats, minds are full of emotions but ones that are good and not being plagued with the negatives as Paul is calmed and happy with the answers plus the talk from Velvet. A talk that will help him remember if he was having a hard time or one that he’ll be reminded of in the future as he asked…

‘’One we can only hope for…together?’’

‘’Yeah…together.’’

‘’As..a family?’’

‘’Definitely, as a family.’’

‘’Vel, thank you.’’ 

‘’No worries, my Prince. No worries, at all.’’ She proclaimed, both of them staring at the moon as their eyes get heavy as they laid together. The blanket covering them as her hand pulls it on them, concealing them from the cold. For good measure, wrapping her leather jacket around Paul. Making him feel more warmer like her, as sleep takes them and they soon began to dream of different things that meant something they don’t know but in the end they will know as…

They both dream of walking together side by side holding….

A child’s hand, who was giggling with life while they smiled, played and laughed with them making them a….

Happy, loving, Playful…

Family.

I wanted to write something different for a while and this is what i've came up plus a thing between Paul and Velvet that kind of needed to happen. which in the end, Paul can feel at ease by either for a moment or forever knowing everything will be okay.

there'll be smut next time, I promise so I hope you'll guys enjoy this and have Wonderful Day/Night!

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[lokifromvalhalla]

MASTERLIST

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⟐VIKINGS

IVAR THE BONELESS

⟐ I'm here for you | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Angst Words: ± 1 800 Everyone can feel the weight of the last events on their shoulders. Mainly Ivar, but he won't be able to handle it if (y/n)'s also angry at him.

⟐ A poisoned mind | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 2 000 (Y/n) can't help but to wonder whether Ivar really trusts them, what they don't know it's that everything is just a matter of insecurity.

⟐ I miss you (1/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 4 400 You had always been Ivar's right hand, but something happened, so now you are in the hands of Prince Oleg. Oleg, however, brings you a little gift after one of his trips.

⟐ I miss you (2/2) | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff / Light angst Words: ± 3 000 "Elhaz wasn’t my name, in the first place. It was for me what ‘Boneless’ is for Ivar, a title, one that was given to me by Ivar since, in his words, I’m his protection, the one who makes everything feel sacred, the safety. His safety. Eventually, it was all that really mattered, and turned into what some people call me. Does he remember it?"

⟐ Clean your mind | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Fingering / Anal sex / Some praising You help Ivar clean his mind and let go of all the stress that bothers him lately.

⟐ Be patient | Ivar The Boneless x Male Reader | Ivar The Boneless x amab Reader

Genre: Smut Mordern! AU Words: ± 3 100 Kind of content: Toys / Anal sex / Edging Ivar needs to be taught a lesson.

⟐ Time and humility | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Fluff Words: ± 1 600 A curse leaded to Ivar being turned into a half-cat person, which he doesn't really knows how to deal with nor does his partner, but they figure it out despite how stubborn Ivar can be.

⟐ What's the fun in that? | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

Genre: Comfort / Light angst Words: ± 3 800 Ivar is captured by Oleg. (Y/n), the Rus army commander, is both interested and interesting.

⟐ A nice punishment | Ivar The Boneless x [gender neutral] Reader

Genre: Smut / Comfort Words: ± 2 100 Kind of content: Oral fixation / Nipple play Playing with his chest does get Ivar to shut up for a little. It feels way better than it should.

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[levithestripper]

Ruin Me

summary: after a drunken conversation with rollo one night during a feast, athelstan suggests to ragnar that they try something new in the bedroom.

warnings: fluff, smut, porn with some plot, corruption kink, scent kink, kink negotiation, bondage, praise kink, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral sex [m! reciving], multiple orgasms, established safeword, aftercare.

length: 4.1k || read on ao3

notes: last work of 2022!!! athelnar has been eating away at my braincells since october so this was the only logical solution. this is also day 15 of by kinktober series that's slowly but surely being finished :)

“Ragnar?” Athelstan asks hesitantly from across the room. The longhouse was empty save for them, leaving them in a peaceful silence together. The former monk was attempting to fold laundry but failing miserably, too distracted by the shirtless Vikingr across from him.

Ragnar didn’t turn to look at him, occupied with washing the remainder of their dirty clothes. “Hm?”

“You’re not busy tonight, right?” Nervousness was evident in his voice, catching Ragnar off guard and prompting him to turn to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he questions, moving to invade Athelstan’s personal space like always. His blue eyes search every corner of his face, looking for any sign of what could be troubling him. “What’s bothering you?”

Athelstan took Ragnar’s hands in his own, drawing comfort from the proximity. “Nothing is wrong, my love. I want to ask you something, is all.” His words match his body language, shoulders relaxed, and eyebrows unfurrowed.

An uncharacteristically sweet smile spreads across Ragnar’s lips. “Then ask.” He held the monk’s gaze, silently drinking in the man’s beauty. Even after all this time, Ragnar still has moments where he’s utterly mesmerized by his lover’s magnificence. How could the Gods deem him worthy enough of a man like him?

Ragnar’s hypnotized-like gaze told him everything he needed to know. His face was one of infatuation and love; it was a look he wore often. “Tonight, when we’re in bed,” he pauses, “I want to try something new with you.” A blush rushes over Athelstan’s face, pulling a giggle from the other man.

“Something new?” he inquires coyly.

“It’s something I heard about from Rollo.” 

Hearing his brother’s name confuses him. Why would Athelstan want to do anything Rollo did? he wonders. “Rollo?”

“He was drunk one night during a feast in the longhouse,” he clarifies, relieving Ragnar of his worried confusion. “Remember last week when he invited me to sit with him?” Ragnar nods. “He told me about a woman he, uh—saw—recently. What he did to her, and how much she liked it.” The red in his cheeks deepened. “Couldn’t get it out of my head. Pictured you doing those things,” Athelstan cut himself off, embarrassment rendering him unable to speak. 

Ragnar cups the side of Athelstan’s face, stroking his cheekbone. “Use your words, love,” he coos, smiling as the man’s blush worsened. A teasing look forms in the Vikingr’s gaze, “Tell me what you want.”

He leans into his lover’s hand, knees going weak. “Please kiss me,” he asks, voice almost at a whimper. Athelstan’s head felt like it was up in the clouds, far away from Kattegat, Ragnar being the only thing tethering him to the ground. “Need you to kiss me, Ragnar.” They waste no time, lips clashing together with a passion that could rival Thor. Ragnar’s hand moves to the back of Athelstan’s head, gripping the long brown hair at the back of his neck. His head tilts to one side, giving the dirty blond plenty of room to kiss up his sensitive neck. 

Ragnar nips at the column of his throat, leaving pretty red marks across his skin. Bruises bloom across his neck, publicly displaying who he belongs to. Ath’s hands grip the back of Ragnar’s undershirt, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest. “Fuck, c’mon!” he whines, tugging at his clothes. 

He pulls away from his neck, a smirk plastered across his face. “You want more?” Athelstan nodded. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it is you want, my love.” Ragnar’s hand returned to Athelstan’s cheek. “Tell me what got you so embarrassed, hm?” 

Athelstan whines, making Ragnar giggle. “I want—” he stutters, “I want you to tie me up.” Heat radiated from his face. “The way Rollo talked about how much the woman liked it made me feel the same way you make me feel.”

The Vikingr’s smirk widened, his other hand squeezing his hip. “Mmm, so you’re saying I make you feel good?”

“Oh my God, Ragnar, shut up,” Ath groans, burying his face in the crook of Ragnar’s neck. Ragnar giggles again at his reaction, the sound reverberating through Athelstan’s chest. 

Ragnar ignores him, instead pinching his round ass, loving the cute squeak Ath makes. “You’re sure you want this, love?” His question causes a shift in the atmosphere around them from playful to mature. Sensing this, Athelstan leaves the safety of Ragnar’s shoulder to look at him. 

He nods, “I’m sure.” His arms snake around his lover’s neck, his thin fingers running over the short, close-cropped hair on the top of Ragnar’s head. “You know I trust you, darling,” Ath said with a smile, leaning in for another kiss, which Ragnar eagerly accepted. This kiss was slower than the last, more romantic, more intimate. Athelstan tilts his head to the side again, further deepening the slow-paced kiss. Taking advantage of this, Ragnar slips his tongue between Ath’s lips and into his mouth, drawing a moan from them both. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he moans against Ragnar’s mouth, chest heaving from lack of air.

Both of the Vikingr’s hands cup Athelstan’s face now, holding the man where he wanted him. “You taste so fucking good, my love,” Ragnar growls, pushing him back towards their bed. The half-finished chores were left abandoned in the middle of the hall, destined to be finished by whoever stumbled upon them next. The backs of Athelstan’s knees hit the bedframe, stopping him in his tracks. Ragnar pushes him onto the thick layer of furs, wasting no time crawling over his lithe body, effectively caging him in. They lock eyes for a moment, and breathy laughter fills the room, engulfing their surroundings with the sound of their love.

“I love you,” Ragnar whispers in his ear.

He smiles, “I love you more, honey.”

Ragnar smirks, taking it as a challenge, “Doubtful.”

“Oh yeah?” Ath teases, running a hand down Ragnar’s bare chest.

He didn’t answer, responding with wet kisses to Athelstan’s neck, drawing a groan out of him. His calloused hands pin Ath’s smaller ones above their head, leaving them vulnerable to anything Ragnar had planned. Ragnar looped a strip of cloth around Athelstan’s wrists, tying it loose enough for him to break out of if needed. He strips them of the rest of their clothing, giggling at the shiver that runs up Ath’s supple frame. 

Unlike the Vikingr, Athelstan was soft and delicate, something to be gentle when handling. With a striking lack of scars and tattoos, he looks deliciously innocent compared to the dozens of scars littered across Ragnar’s torso and shoulders. It didn’t matter how often he had Athelstan underneath him; the sight never failed to make him stiffen in his pants. The vile desire to defile a once innocent Christian monk, to make him cry out in pleasure for the so-called “godless” Pagan who raided his monastery, coursed through Ragnar’s veins years after they made their relationship official. His hands roam across Athelstan’s abdomen, thumbs rubbing circles against the juts of his hip bones that stick out on either side of his pelvis. 

“You remember what you’re supposed to say if it’s too much?” he asks, thumbs now pressing against where his v-lines would be, stopping just above the tip of Ath’s cock.

Gnawing on his thick bottom lip, Athelstan nodded, failing to stay quiet as soft groans escaped him. “Mhmm, I remember.” He needily presses his hips into Ragnar’s palm, silently asking for more. He tugs on his restraints, testing their give. A satisfied shudder rushed up Ath’s spine. Restrained and entirely at the mercy of his lover’s will, the reality of his situation settled in, causing his cock to throb pathetically. “Red for stop, yellow for hold on, and green for keep going.”

Ragnar smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ath’s lips, “Good boy. Can I tighten the cloth?”

He shudders again at the praise, even though he expected it. “Please, tighten them.” The cloth wrapped around his wrists grew tighter, now pressing his palms together. Ragnar secures his bound hands to the headboard, keeping him from wiggling away. 

“There we go,” Ragnar hums, sitting on the backs of his calves. He runs his hands down the expanse of Athelstan’s body, unabashedly feeling him up. He could feel the thick cords of newly gained muscle underneath the skin of his biceps, his chest, and even his thighs. A smirk reappeared on his lips, partnered with a devious twinkle in his icy blue eyes. “You’re so pretty, Athelstan. Almost like a woman,” he teases, his smirk growing as Ath’s blush reappears. “Prettier than a woman, actually.”

Athelstan’s attempt at laughing at Ragnar’s quip failed, an almost strangled-sounding moan coming out instead. “Ragnar, please,” he begs.

“Oh, please, what, my love?” He hums, thumbs still drawing circles into the monk’s skin. “You know we use our words here. You’re very good at that, aren’t you?”

His words darken the already deep blush painted across his face. Tugging at his binds, Ath whines, “Darling, Ragnar, please, just touch me! You’ve done nothing but tease me this entire time.” Ath pouts up at him, hoping it would help his chances of convincing him. 

Looking down, Ragnar traces the outline of Athelstan’s cock, giggling every time it throbs or twitches. “But I am touching you, baby. Is this not what you wanted?” His response was a quick ‘no,’ the man’s head shaking back and forth. “No? Then how do you want me to touch you?”

“I want you to fuck me, Ragnar; want you to fuck me like you hate me.” 

Taken aback, his fingers grab onto Ath’s hips with an intensity guaranteed to leave bruises. Pulling his hips flush with his, he whispers, “Since when did my little monk gain such sinful desires, hm?” To further prove his point, Ragnar grinds against him, pulling the filthiest moan from his lover. Athelstan reciprocated the action, rolling his hips in a circle, slotting Ragnar’s cock between his cheeks perfectly.

“Ever since you placed those desires in me, my love. Whispering your sinful fantasies in my ear, rousing cravings for things I’ve only ever heard about in rumors.” Athelstan’s depravedness shot electricity through Ragnar’s body like never before. “You’ve ruined me, Ragnar; defiled me for anyone else.”

He groans deeply in Ath’s ear, caging him underneath his massive frame. “I’ve ruined you, little monk? Torn you away from your Christian God and down a path of heathenry?” Ragnar sucks a dark purple hickey into the crook of Ath’s neck, chuckling when he moans. Spurred on by his reactions, he littered more along Athelstan’s throat, decorating his unmarred skin with blatant claims. “What would your monastery friends say if they saw you now?”

Precum pooled in his belly button, paired with a loud moan tumbling from his mouth. “Fuck, Ragnar.” He tugs on the restraints with a whine. “Please, c’mon! I need you.” 

“You need me, hm?” Ragnar teases, slowly pumping his fist around Ath’s shaft. Precum stuck to his palm, getting between his fingers. “Baby, you’re dripping for me. I haven’t even touched you yet.” He mouths at his shoulder, kissing him softly. Athelstan squirms underneath him, hips writhing from the overwhelming sensation of Ragnar’s touch. Sinewy muscles of Ath’s biceps flex with his movements, spurring Ragnar on further. He doesn’t allow him to respond, whispering in his ear, “You need me to ruin you, don’t you?” He nibbles the shell of Ath’s ear before licking it, relishing in the moan he gifted him.

His thin fingers grasp his bonds, extenuating the lean build he’s developed even further than before. “I do, I do,” he groans, head tilting back into his pillow. “I want you to ruin me, my love!” He shivers when Ragnar runs his thumb over the head of his cock, bringing a snarky grin to the Vikingr’s face. “Love it when you take me apart.” Sweat glistens on both their faces, the summer heat sparing no one. 

Ragnar leans to kiss him, quickly slipping his tongue into his hot mouth. The kiss was a mess of tongue and teeth, spit sliding down Ath’s cheek. It doesn’t last very long, as Ragnar is eager to give him what they both desperately desire. He kissed down Athelstan’s body, sucking small hickeys into his skin as he went. “So good for me, baby. Want me to suck you off?”

The thought of having Ragnar’s mouth wrapped around his dick made him moan unabashedly, giving Ragnar his answer. His calloused hands grip Athelstan’s thick thighs, keeping him still and pliant. “Please, fuck, I want your mouth,” he begs, wriggling his hips toward his face. 

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” he coos, stroking his thighs soothingly, “You’ll get what you want, don’t fret.” Ragnar presses his face against Athelstan’s pelvis, breathing his scent in deeply. Usually, Athelstan kept his pubes neatly trimmed for his personal comfort and Ragnar’s sake. But it had been a while since the last time he groomed, leaving it a thick, curly mess, something Ragnar was over the moon about. “Fuuck,” he groans, eyes rolling back slightly. “Smell fucking delicious, baby.”

Gazing down at his boyfriend, Athelstan watches as Ragnar grinds his hips against their bed. Ragnar’s spine was slick with sweat, skin shining in the light filtering through the windows. His muscles ripple underneath his skin, causing a pang of desire to shoot through Ath’s limbs. “My scent’s getting you off?” Ragnar nods in response, too busy mouthing at the base of his cock to form words. His tongue laves at the pale skin found there before slowly licking up the veiny shaft. Pink, spit-shiny lips place small kisses against the tip, relieving Ath of the precum building up there. 

Ragnar brought him into his mouth, sinking down to the base in one go. A guttural moan left Athelstan’s lips, hands desperate for purchase against the restraints. The head of his cock bullies the back of Ragnar’s throat, making him choke each time. It was a sick sound of spit and half-retching, but it stirred something primal inside Athelstan, tightening the ball inside him with every thrust he gave. Ragnar’s hands held firm on his abdomen, doing his best to keep his lover still. Between his choking, Ragnar manages to let out a few moans, getting off on pleasuring his boyfriend. 

Pleasure was building inside him faster than he expected, his orgasm threatening to overtake him. “Ragnar, Ragnar—fuck—I’m gonna cum!” he stutters, legs thrashing underneath Ragnar’s grip. “Fuck, your mouth!” Athelstan’s eyes roll back into his skull as his orgasm washes over him, his entire body shaking with the force of it. Hot cum filled Ragnar’s mouth, which he was quick to swallow in its entirety. Sucking the last bits of his orgasm from him, Ath whimpers at the aftershocks, the small movements beginning to overstimulate him. His chest heaves from exertion, sweat running down his frame and leaving a damp spot on the sheets.

Pulling back, Ragnar scarfed down much-needed air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Leaning forwards, he untied his wrists, releasing his boyfriend from his pleasurable confines. Athelstan wraps his tired arms around Ragnar’s broad shoulders, yanking him down to lie on top of him. “I think you sucked my soul out through my dick.”

“You loved it,” he giggles, his smirk turning to a cheeky smile. Ragnar brushes the hair out of Ath’s face, drowning in his pretty green eyes. “You feeling alright, my love?”

Ath nods, returning Ragnar’s gaze with an equally as affectionate one. He intertwines their fingers together, reveling in the grounding presence the Vikingr provided him. “I’m alright. Better than alright,” he hums. “You?”

“Never better,” Ragnar responds, giggling again. He invades Ath’s personal space as much as possible, making the other man laugh too. “You know, I still haven’t gotten off yet, baby.” 

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, “Oh yeah?”

Ragnar kisses him again, passion evident throughout. “You wanna keep going? I haven’t fully ruined you yet, have I?” He kisses his cheek, then his hairline.

“Of course, I’d like to continue; you can’t expect me to be satisfied that quickly, can you?” Athelstan grins, returning the kiss eagerly. 

Ragnar moves to sit between Ath’s legs, carefully placing them on his shoulders, effectively folding the man in half. Fishing a jar of oil-like liquid out from under the bed, he excessively coats three fingers, wiping the access off on Ath’s inner thigh. “Ready?” 

Athelstan nods, relaxing in preparation for the welcomed intrusion. Slowly, Ragnar’s forefinger works its way inside him, greeted with a quiet moan. Before long, one finger became two, two became three, and the soft moan became loud. The slick sounds of Ragnar’s fingers thrusting in and out of Athelstan’s sloppy entrance echoed throughout their bedroom. Athelstan covers his face with his forearms, hiding his pleasured expression from his lover. 

“Don’t hide from me, baby.” Ragnar pulls his arms away from his face, returning them to the mattress. “Keep your hands like that, okay?” 

He nods, whimpers tumbling from him. “Fuuck, fuck, Ragnar, baby—!” Ath squirms, trying and failing to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Please, fuck me,” he begs, “I’m loose enough; I’m ready, Ragnar, please!” 

He kisses him once more before slipping his fingers out of his lover. Slicking his cock with another palmful of lube, he presses the tip against his entrance. “You’re sure you’re ready, my love?”

“Fuck, I’m more than ready,” Athelstan begs, tightly holding Ragnar’s free hand.

Ragnar gives his hand a squeeze as he slowly pushes his way inside. “Fuck,” he drawls, face scrunched up in ecstasy. “You’re still so tight.” Athelstan gasps and babbles senselessly, thrusting back on Ragnar’s cock. Giving him time to adjust, he gradually slides in until his hips are flush against Ath’s ass.

Athelstan’s expression mirrored Ragnar’s, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed together. Tiny, high-pitched whimpers escaped him, hands running up Ragnar’s biceps for purchase. “You’re s’fucking big, Ragnar, darling,” he groans, nails digging into his skin.

He leans down further, folding Athelstan in half once more. “Must feel so full, honey,” he teases, biting his earlobe. Ragnar cards his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it off his forehead. His thrusts are quick and shallow, pulling out barely halfway before slamming inside again. “Nothing compares to the real thing, huh? This is just what you needed, isn’t it, sweetheart?” The sounds of Ragnar’s thighs smacking against Athelstan’s echos throughout their room, only darkening the blush that had spread to cover the monk’s chest. 

“Mm—mhmm!” Ath nods, eyes still closed, too overwhelmed to open them. 

Noticing this, Ragnar smirks, a devious idea forming. Adjusting his thrusts to hit Athelstan’s sweet spot, the bedframe rattling from the sheer power of it. With each slam to that bundle of nerves, Ath’s eyes shot open, and a loud moan tumbled from his lips. “Oh fuck, Ragnar! Oh my God, holy shit, right there, please!” Blunt nails leave long, red welts down the Vikingr’s muscled back, desperately grabbing for anything to ground him to reality. The tendons in the back of Ath’s thighs strained from the stretch, though it only added to his arousal. 

“Aww, right there?” he mocks, changing the direction of his thrusts back to how they were before, much to Athelstan’s displeasure. “Is this where you want it, baby?”

He leaves fresh lines down his back, turning Ragnar’s back into a scratching post. “No, no, no!” Ath’s voice was utterly sinful, full of lust and desperation. “Where you were before!”

“Here?” he asks, hitting everywhere but the spot he wanted. He sucks another bruise into his neck, which is now more purple than its usual porcelain complexion. 

Ath shook his head no, unable to form words as he was on the brink of sobbing. Delicate tears pool in his eyes, extenuating the soft, innocent aura that typically encapsulated him. Unable to deprive him any longer, Ragnar caves, giving Ath what he wants, hitting his sweet spot once more. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” 

Athelstan felt like his entire body was melting into goo, his limbs filling with static and joints melting to nothing. “Yes, yes, s’good, s’fuckin’ good, baby—” he stutters, words slurring together as pleasure overtook him. His eyes roll back from a rather intense thrust, shudders wracking his body. “You’re so—ohmygod—you’re so deep!”

Ragnar kept the pace, keeping Athelstan teetering between orgasm and never-ending pleasure. “Aww, you hearing yourself? You’re already ruined for me, and I didn’t even have to do much.” Lube and sweat dribble down Athelstan’s taint, pooling against the sheets. “It wasn’t even difficult to ruin you like you asked,” Ragnar mocks, “Turns out, you were already a slut for me.” His balls slap against Ath’s ass, mixing well with the cacophony of noise already surrounding them. 

“Yes, yes, ‘m yours, all yours,” he babbles, hands moving from Ragnar’s back to and up to his hair, tugging on the damp, blond locks. Athelstan stumbles over his words, unable to get a sentence out smoothly. “All fuckin’ yours, m’love.” Ragnar thrusts deeper than before, hitting his lover’s sweet spot with a punishing amount of force. A shriek escaped Ath as intense waves of unadulterated ecstasy washed over him, hips rolling into Ragnar’s thrusts. The hands in Ragnar’s hair grip tight, drawing pretty noises from him too. “G’nna cum—gonna cum! M’gonna cum, Ragnar, m’gonna cum! Please, fuck, please let me cum!” Ath’s voice cracks halfway through his plea.

His smirk widens across his face, pleased at the show Ath is putting on for him. “You want to cum, is that it?” He litters kisses along Ath’s hairline. “I don’t know,” he hesitates, quickening the speed of his thrusts. “Do you think you deserve it, my love? Have you earned it?” Precum oozes from the head of his cock, coating Ath’s walls with each thrust he gives. 

Athelstan gazes at him with big, tearful eyes; his pupils are blown black, with barely a ring of green left to circle them. “Please, Ragnar!” he pleads, tears threatening to spill down his pinkened cheeks. “Feel like m’gonna explode; I can’t take it any longer!” His voice was the essence of depravity, only aiding in his efforts. 

Combined with his own impending orgasm and Athelstan’s pleading, Ragnar granted him permission to cum, which he did gladly. Tightening around Ragnar, Athelstan came with a shout, spunk landing sporadically across both of their chests and stomachs. His cock twitches and throbs with each wave of his orgasm, echoing the spasms running through the rest of Ath’s body. 

It wasn’t long after that Ragnar came too, spurred on by his lover’s climax. Ragnar finishes inside him, shooting ropes of cum as deep as he can get them. He’s sure there’ll be handprint-shaped bruises left on Athelstan’s hips later from the death grip he has on them. Feeling Ragnar cum inside pushes Ath over the edge again, sending him into another body-numbing orgasm. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes completely rolled back into his skull. Ath’s orgasm seemed to last forever, so by the time he could open his eyes again, Ragnar was already beginning to clean them up. 

Ragnar recovers quickly after such an intense orgasm, swiftly attending to his lover, who was threatening to black out on him. Fetching the cup of water from the nightstand, he takes a swig before coaxing Athelstan to do the same, holding his head up so he won’t choke. “You were so good for me, my love,” he coos. Slowly pulling out of him with a groan, Ragnar sits Ath up against the headboard, wiping him clean of sweat and drying cum. “So perfect like always.” Exiling the dirtied sheets to the floor, Ragnar crawls under the covers, snuggling up next to him. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

Athelstan curls up under Ragnar’s arm, sleep quickly taking hold. He hums, “Good, fantastic. Perfect. You?”

“Same here. Love it when you’re good for me,” Ragnar says, purely to hear the giggle Ath responded with. The sound floods his chest with an affection rivaled by no other in Midguard. He brings up an earlier conversation with a smirk. “I think I proved that I love you more, by the way.”

Too tired to argue, Ath agrees with a yawn. “Fine, fine, you win. I get to win next time, though.” Ath’s yawning incites Ragnar to do the same. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure you will,” he chuckles, kissing the top of his head. Athelstan’s exhaustion soon infected Ragnar, the larger man yawning again. They scramble down the bed to lay comfortably, pulling the blankets and soft furs over them. Athelstan is tucked neatly underneath Ragnar’s arm, head using the Vikingr’s chest as a pillow. They fall asleep with the setting sun, the humid summer heat morphing into a warm evening, the perfect temperature for cuddling. 

The light from the full moon replaced the sunlight, accompanied by every star in the galaxy. Without a cloud in the sky, the entirety of Kattegat was asleep alongside them, granting the couple a rest worthy of the Gods.

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kinktober day 23, 24, 25, & 26 are all written and edited and just need to be formatted and posted so they will all be up tonight! sorry im so behind life is hell but i want to at least post day 31 on time lol

so all my sandor clegane, ragnar lothbrok, ned stark, and aemond targayren peeps keep an eye out (which is easy for u aemond ppl sorry not sorry) <3

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille, younger sister to princess Gisla of France, you thought you would have time to choose a suitor but once your sister is married to the wild Viking Rollo, your father wishes to speed up the process and Rollo comes up with an idea that could possibly join the two kingdoms...

This will have more than one chapter I don't know how many yet I will probably come up with that as I go but expect more than five so far. This will also contain smut but in a few chapters so be patient. 😉

Warnings: violence, language, arranged marriage.

Chapter 1

I was not opposed to marrying a Viking, though Rollo had set my standards high by converting his religion, and dedicating his life to Paris. I knew I would struggle to find a man as good as he turned out to be, but I did not know I would have to marry such a vile man.

The conversation arose one month ago during dinner, everything was normal, Gisla was smitten and father was proud of his judgement, he must have thought himself to be a matchmaker of some sort when he came up with this brilliant sentence; "Gisla, as a woman I'm sure you have needs."

I could have spat my wine in his face to such a statement, how dare he say that, I was doing well on my own thank you. I would then go on to say, "Why do you ask father?" (I am much better at keeping my temper than Gisla.)

"Well, you are near twenty and have not had as much as one suitor that you are interested in," he started and I quirked a brow, insisting he go on. "don't you want a husband?"

"Father," Gisla interrupted and gave me a shocked look. He put his hands up in defense, "I just want my last heir to be happy." I scoffed, "And I assure you I am." I put down my fork and stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"You are not excused, please sit down." Father said, my mouth hung open and I stood there for a moment, before slowly lowering myself onto the hard wooden chair.

"Forgive me, if this suggestion is wrong but, what if Camille, were to marry one of my nephews?" Rollo questioned from his high horse, who on earth do these men think they are? My father raised his eyebrows and nodded his head.

"That is not an awful idea Rollo." He says and taps his chin, "of course you remember Hvitserk, Camille." The third born child of Ragnar Lothbrok. "He came to request Aid from Rollo-"

"Yes, I remember him." I said through gritted teeth, the boy was just as stubborn as a mule and flirtatious, he acted like a child when he reaches maturity and sees his first woman.

"No, my king, he would not be a good suit for Camille." Rollo said and shook his head. My father turned his head in curiosity, "Then who, pray tell, would be?" Rollo smirked, twirling his fork in his fingers and glancing up at me. "Ivar."

My eyes widened and I shot Rollo a fierce look, "Never, that man is pure evil!" I shouted, father silenced me and took Rollo's suggestion into great consideration. No more than a week later Ivar showed up at the gates.

How he got here so quickly I have no idea, but he stayed for longer. Him and his chosen men occupied the great hall with boisterous dinners and rambunctious games, he had yet won me over, to say the least.

A couple times he had shown up at my chamber step, requesting entrance so we could talk and he could get to know me better, but I had denied many times, all but one.

It was a month before today, our wedding day. He came walking to my room, no crutch, only with the help of his braces which impressed me. He said the same thing as always.

"Hello Camille," he'd give me a longing look, "I was hoping you would let me in tonight." His french was getting very good, I hesitated for a moment and looked him up and down, pulling my robe closer and nodding my head.

"You may come in, Ivar." I said politely and he stepped in as I turned and walked to my balcony. His eyes wandered over my room, my bed, and then slowly up me.

He followed me to the balcony, leaning in the doorway as I rested my hands on the railing, I felt his eyes on me. I will my cheeks to keep their normal color, but his glowing blue eyes make it hard for me to not blush and I look at him angrily.

"What do you want Viking." I pestered and his eyes widened, "I only wanted you to know how beautiful you are," he stated and his lips kept slightly parted. I rolled my eyes, straightening my back and fixing my gaze at the town below us.

"I think you are even more beautiful than Freya." He added, I did not know a lot about the Norsemen's beliefs but I believe Freya was important when it came to how he compared me to her.

"Your words do not fool me." I replied blankly and narrowed my eyes at the moon. He stared confusedly at me for a moment, blinking and trying to piece together the foreign words I had used.

He shook his head, slightly jumping on his braces as he adjusted his stance and hummed for a moment. He lifted a hand and waved a finger, "I only know so much of your language,"

My face contorted in confusion this time and I turned to look at him, "And I will try my hardest to be a good husband to you." He shuffled closer, hesitantly placing a shaky but firm hand on top of mine.

"When we are wed, I will never force anything on you." His face was certain and I could tell he was being truthful, my expression softened my lips tightened together in a sort of awkward smile as I nodded my head.

I took him to my desk, pulling out parchment and pencils. I taught him many words and phrases, and he in return did the same. I learned a chant that many shield maidens call out before wars, and I learned of his triumph against a town called York.

I was impressed to learn that my future husbands victories were earned with his smarts and not his savageness. Eventually the conversation lingered to his legs, he quieted as he spoke and he knocked on the metal braces.

His face would twitch in pain at moments he adjusted to be able to sit more comfortably, my eyebrows twisted in worry as I watched him struggle and I interrupted his sentence.

"Is there a way I might help you? Or ease the pain?" My hand found its way onto his and his head snapped up from the desk, a shocked look as he swallowed, glancing at the braces and then nodding.

"it will only extend my time being here," he said, almost expecting me to immediately change my mind but I persisted and finally got him to seat himself on my bed.

He leaned on the back board and extended one leg, "Please, be careful." He said as he guided my hands onto several latches and knobs that I had to pry and twist.

I finished the first leg and he grunted in pain as it pinched his leg as it opened, I quickly moved the metal aside so his legs could rest comfortably and I finished with the left leg suit.

He leaned forward, rubbing his hands gently over his thighs and calves over his rough pants. I hovered my hands over the other leg, waiting for approval and then putting my hands to work.

I sat next to his legs, my legs folded together modestly in my robe so my slip would not show. After a few minutes he stopped, and I followed. He leaned his head on the back board, sighing and flicking his eyes towards me.

I smiled at him, his lips curling back at me in a sort of childlike smile. We sat there staring at each other for a moment, his hands fidgeting with his straps on his clothes and before I knew it his hands were on my neck.

Not in a demanding, grabby way, in a soft and wanting manner and his lips pressed mine as I leaned in. His nose brushed against mine I smiled against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck as his fell to my waist and he laid me down on my back, laying on top of me and not breaking our kiss.

His hands now traveled up my clothed sides, gripping at the soft material as though he wished it to be my flesh. He bit down on my lip, causing me to grunt and part my lips, allowing his tongue to be pushed inside to explore my mouth.

I tugged at his leather straps over his chest, it puzzled me why Vikings wore such tough material all the time. I kissed him back hungrily, holding my eyes shut as I sunk into the bed with his weight on top of me, it was a comforting and incredibly intimate feeling.

Feeling a man's body holding mine down like a weighted blanket, so much warmth being shared between our bodies that I reached for the tie of my robe, tugging it apart and revealing my thin night gown to air to cool me off.

He seemed to notice the absence of my hands as his face parted from mine and his eyes wandered down my body, the low cut neck and silk material hugged my body like a glove that he seemed to appreciate very much.

He bit his lip, gazing over my body and then pinching his eyes shut, pressing his body against mine again and interlocking our lips. One of his hands now gripped my side, rubbing over the silk and then adjusting his kisses to my jaw and my neck.

I tangled my fingers in his braids, tugging them as he sucked at the flesh of my neck feverishly and harshly. "Ivar..." I moaned and my back arched into him, suddenly so content in the feeling of his warmth on me, I jolted when he rolled over so abruptly.

I sat up quickly, watching as he crawled to his braces on the floor, an angry look on his face as he laid his leg on top. I quickly sat next to him, "let me help-" I tried but was met with his hand on my chest, pushing me away and a firm no shot from his lips.

I stared for a second in shock, waiting for a look or an apology but when he kept his eyes trained on his legs I stood, tying my robe again and sitting on my bed against the back board with my legs tucked to my chest.

I sat there and watched as he snapped the braces onto his legs, it hurt me to see him in so much pain as he rushed it but I knew if I tried to help him again he would push me away.

He hauled himself to his feet and strode out of my room, leaving me sniveling and tucking under my covers, trying to forget the new found bad memory.

That was last night, and today, on top of those frustrating feelings, I was supposed to leave my home forever.

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500 followers prompt drabble celebration masterlist

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Namesake😨❤

"We're going to laser tag and I'm going to kick your ass." With Happy Lowman as As angst with a happy ending. Requested by @withmyteeth

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Not Impressed😨❤

"You're in the shit, friend." with Chibs as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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To Smear or Not to Smear❤❤

"Get back here now or I swear to God." with Happy as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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"I don't care, you need a break and I'm making you take one." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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“I just ran out of fucks so you better fix this." With Happy as Fluff. Requested by @stormcloudss

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“You have three seconds to give it back.. one, two…” With Jax Teller as Fluff. Requested by @yourwinchesterbros

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"I can't take you anywhere." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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Breath Between Lips❤💦

"Tell me again" With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff and Smut. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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The Dagger💦

“You have three seconds to give it back.. one, two…”With Ivar the Boneless as Smut. Requested by @rachelcarroll1819

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The Milkmaid❤❤

"Ooooooo, _____ is in love, you better confess before I do it for you." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @rachelcarroll1819

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The Secret Basket❤❤

"I don't know what you're talking about." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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Soft Linen ❤💦

"Is that my shirt? With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff and Smut. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers

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"You owe me" With Jax Teller as Fluff. Requested by @yourwinchesterbros

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"I don't care, you need a break and I'm making you take one."With Opie Winston as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz

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My other account for Vikings imagines is @woahhhgwendolyn

Go follow if you like my stuff over there. I post most days. Sometimes everyday If I am able to.

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i hope you all are ready for more

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Master List

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More to come....

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The Forest of Eden 18+ Mdni

After wandering through the Forest of Eden, the two lovers decided to stop and rest for a bit after strolling around for a while. Relishing in the beauty and what the Forest has to offer as the two lovers decide to...

Consumate there love, After they've taken a bite of The very apple that had been plucked from a Tree.

TheForestOfEdenOnAo3 - Nudity, blood/period, Cum, Squirting, Eating out from the back, religious themes kind of, Ask to tag!

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This by most my most favorite and interesting piece I have done since today, came up with the background and the lightning then bam this is what came out and I love it. Gives me a feeling i'd never have before, so I hope this will do something for you guys like it does for me.

This is my last piece of art for today, art high is higher than ever!

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