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vikingdrabbles·2 months agoText

Forgetting Everyone Else Prologue IV

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A/N: the Prologue follows Ake and the reader, and I decided to write a little more for this part. The beginning is slow, but when Ake come back it gets way better. Enjoy! Gif: gajio1987
Forgetting Everyone Else

After long, you found yourself spending more time with Ake as the days went on. Fall crept into winter, and the snow graced the grounds you walked upon, “I will be back soon daddy!” You grabbed your fur cloak, made of the finest material, and wrapped it securely around yourself. You had gloves in your fingers, and made your way out to the stables for Hebert. “Come baby,” you cooed him towards you, placing your saddle upon him and starting your ride to Ake’s cottage on the hill.
It wasn’t long before you sat in front of his home, the coziness inviting you in, “y/n!” He came outside, arms open wide as he hugged you tightly, “Come for more fun?" 

You smiled, "Yes." 

You had spent that day with his mother. She was older, but she was sweet and kind. She talked of how Ake was as a child, and how she remembered my father and mother before everything happened. Over the course of the winter, you had begun to get so close, even though you didn’t wish to invite him to your home just yet, but he understood the things with your father. Your father had the highest expectations of any man to want your hand, and you were scared he wouldn’t believe Ake worthy. you had introduced them once, which led to an awkward lunch and an even more awkward walk home between you, Ake, and you father, who refused to let you walk alone in the cold.
You cherished the time you spent, until he left for the next raiding season.
You stood on the docks next to Brodil as she held your hand, "do you see him?”
You bit the nails of your free hand, “no, but he told me he would meet me here before he left. He promised.”
“Y/N, maybe we should go. Half the ships have already left.”
“He, Promised.” You words were sharp, but being you never got to say good bye, your heart hurt.
“Y/N,” you turned to see his tall figure, a smile smearing across you face.
“Ake!” You squealed as you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
You hadn’t noticed, but Brodil walked towards you both, “on Odin I believe I will throw up if I’m forced to watch this.”
He let you go slowly, “yellow Brodil.”
She gave a brief smile, “Ake.”
“I have packed you some food and mead,” you handed him a basket, gaining you attention, “please be safe!”
He chuckled, “I promise to you I will. I shall expect you when I come back?”
“Of course!”
A horn blared through Kattegat and he looked to the docks, “I must go,” he hugged you tightly with one hand, “I will see you soon.”
“You too!”
You watched as he walked down to the ships, placing your basket into one with care and looking to you one more time, “you two make me sick.”
Brodil stood next to you, watching the same sight you did, “oh come on, he loves you. And the ‘I brought a basket’ makes me want to vomit,” she mocked you as you began your walk home.
“You are only mad I have found a friend other than you.”
She smiled, “maybe.”
* * *
One month later:
“I’m sure Y/N is only fixing her dress.”
“Women, they must be perfect.”
“Well, she is a goddess.”
“Watch you mouth young man, she is still seventeen.”
“Oh, yes, yes you are right, my apologies F/N.”
You opened the door to your room and saw two strangers standing next to your father, “y/n!” He walked towards you, taking your hand and loving you forward. “May I introduce you to Elder Guntar and his son Mercel.”
You smiled, “hello,” sticking your hand out for them to shake.
Instead of shaking, the elder and his son took your hand and kissed it to their lips, “we have heard of your beauty Y/N, and are privileged to see it in person.”
“Oh, thank you?” You whipped the top of your hand on your dress secretly, not to show disrespect.
“Come, we have much to talk about,” he joined your father and his son took your arm; he had red hair and very little facial hair.
Your father looked at the two of you and shook his head, never again would he plan to bombard you again, he would meet them before.
That wasn’t the last time your father forced you to meet his friends sons. You were introduced to three more men who your father liked, not you. You seemed to always compare them to Ake, which your father hated. He always said he filled your heart full of men and you pray for one not there.
You only rolled your eyes, “you cannot force love” you respond.
Your father watched as you fixed your hair one more time, making sure it sat right as the long braid cascaded down your shoulder and touched the front of your stomach. “Where are you going?”
You looked over to him, “oh, they said the ships have been spotted in the horizon, I wanted to greet Ake.”
He raised one brow, “Ake?”
You rolled your eyes, walking towards his figure which sat at the table, “Ake,” you stretched his name, “don’t act like you don’t know him, I introduced you two during the winter… he ate with us.”
Your dad huffed, “Yeah, the big one?”
You shot him a glare, “yeah,” you say in a low tone, “the big one.”
Your father followed you to the docks, his large furs almost covering him entirely, and as you walked, people gave you glances. Your father never really went out, but when he did, everyone thought it was monumental moment, being his 'wealth’ in farming made him well known. But that all went away when you caught the long hair of Ake, you smiled, “Ake!” Running towards him.
He smiled, dropping his bag of stuff to open his arms, “Y/N!” You almost jumped into him, he twirled you around as all the other women recoiled with their husbands. “I’ve missed you.”
You smiled as he put you down, “I’ve miss you more! Was the raid successful?”
Your words were interrupted by your father, “Ake.”
Ake swallowed uncomfortably, “F/N.”
Your father raised his chin, “how was it?”
He smiled, “full of treasure.”
“Good.” His words were crisp and to the point, “Y/N.” You raised your brows, “come along, we’ll need to feed the goats before the sun goes down.”
You nodded your head, “may I say goodbye?”
He only nodded his head, “hurry then.” You gave him a half nod as he turned.
But, your hands found their way around Ake again, your lips going to his ear, “meet me tonight.”
“Where?” He whispered.
You pulled away, “the great hall, we can meet there.”
He gave a devilish smile, “Y/N, will you be allowed?”
You rolled your eyes, “I can sneak out.”
“Yes, bu-”
“Y/N!” You turned to your father who stood impatiently, he motion you to move forward.
“One moment, please?” He only sighed, and you turned back to Ake.
“But if you sneak out, it will be me your father is mad at.”
You titled your head giving pleading eyes, “Ake, they will have a party at the hall anyway,” you took his hands to your lips. They felt cold, but you held them within yours, “please?”
He frowned, “fine.”
You smiled, giving his cheek a quick peck before rushing towards your father, “what took you so long?”
“Nothing, just asked how the raid was,” you turned back to Ake, offering a smile as your father’s hand went to rest on your shoulders.
“We will need to make a fire, tonight will be cold.”
When you got home, you fed the goats in the pin, scratching at their belly’s when they were full. “You all are so greedy,” they stood around you again, wishing for more food, “I already fed you it all!” You got off your knees to stand, “Olly, you are the fattest and here you crave more?” You gave him a stern look, but rolled your eyes, shifting your skirt to be in place once again.
Your father sat next to the fire, looking to be sharpening an axe or weapon of some kind, “did they eat it all?”
He sighed, “do you wish to help me cook dinner then?”
You leaned forward, “actually, I was wondering if I could go to the Great Hall?”
“Y/N, I do not know. The men- I don’t believe it will be safe for you alone.”
“Daddy,” you frowned, “you know I have friends who have returned, I wish to show my condolences and visit the queen.”
His hand went to massage the firm lines above his eyes, “Y/N, my sweet, I do not know if it is well for you to do so. They drink and drink until every women looks the same. No man will take advantage of you the way I fear they will.”
You frowned, rushing to kneel by his side, “daddy,” you voice laced with sugar, “please. My friends-”
“Your friends? Like that man Ake?”
You pulled away half heartedly, “Yes, but what does he have to do with this?”
His weak eyes scanned your face, his rough hands gently running against your smooth cheek, “I know what he wishes to do to you, I’ve seen men like him.”
You pulled away entirely, “'men like him’ you do not know him! He is my friend.”
“My child, that is what they all say.”
You backed into the wall, “you do not know Ake! He will not hurt me.” He went to reach for you, but you pulled away, “he cares for me! Do not touch me!”
“Y/N!” Before he could say anything, you rushed to your room, slamming the door to prove you point. If he wouldn’t give in, you took the matters into your own hands.
* * *
You closed your bedroom door softly, sure to not wake up your father. You had left a pile of furs and pillows, so if he did check on you in the night, he wouldn’t see an empty bed. You grabbed a cloak, and quickly shuffled out of the cottage. The air was cool, almost smelling of the fall weathering nearing its coarse. You walked down the path you did almost every day, towards the great hall, trying to push past the words of your father.
Everything stopped in your mind when you saw him. “Ake!” You could see his large figure standing next to the door.
He smiled, opening his arms for you, “y/n!” You almost jumped into him. He was so warm, his body encompassed you, “were you caught?”
You pulled away, “would I be here if I was?”
He smiled, taking your hand, “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.” He led you down the Main Street of Kattegat, you both walked away from the directions everyone was running to go. He lifted the flap to his little tent, allowing for you to walk inside the warmth, “no one should bother us.” He said, sitting down next to you, taking a cup to fill with mead, “here you are.”
You smiled, “thank you,” taking a sip of the potent liquid.
He looked at you for a moment, then to his hands, “how was it? When we were away?”
You hand traced the outside of the cup, smiling down at it as you finger passed the same marking for the third time, “fine.”
You looked up at him, shrugging, “I helped my father with farming, and he introduced me to many new people.”
He moved closer to you, “new people?”
You didn’t wish to tell him, but why lie? It wasn’t as though you were going to wed them, you talked to them, not making any promises, “umm, yeah. Father wished to have me meet some of his friends sons.”
He laughed, “why?”
“For-uh-for marriage.” you squinted up at him.
His eyes suddenly went to yours, “marriage?”
You smiled, “Yeah,” dropping your eyes down to the cup, taking a deep breathe, “he wished for me to meet them, because he believes they’re good candidates for my hand.”
“Oh,” his voice seemed dead, “did, did you-uh-agree? . . to marriage then?”
You laughed, “no! Oh gods, no! My father wishes me to marry this one red headed boy, but he’s not very fun.”
“Do you like him?”
You scrunched your nose, “not very much, he smells strange.”
He smiled, “and how do I smell then?” His cup moving to his lips, which were curved upwards.
You smiled, “not like cabbage.”
His brows raised, “oh,” a short laugh escaping his lips.
You sat up, “you smell far better than cabbage!”
He smiled, his golden eyes looking up to you, “I’m glad.” You hadn’t noticed it, but you were both suddenly so close. If you focused hard enough, you could almost hear his heart beating. His smile slowly faded with yours as his eyes went to your lips.
“Ake,” you whisper.
“Yes?” His eyes didn’t move up to yours, they were fixed on the features of your face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He finally broke his stare from your lips, and moved up to your eyes, “like what?”
You smiled, he was doing it again, “like that.”
“Because you are beautiful.” He whispered it, almost not allowing for you to catch it as it fell from his lips.
You could feel his warm palm move to your cheek, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes almost closed themselves when you felt his lips of yours. Neither of you pulled away, only when you swung yourself up on his lap to straddle his legs. You used his shoulders for support when he kissed down your neck, feeling his free hand rest on your back, pulling you closer to him. “Ake,” you let out a little whimper when he kissed your collar bone, you pulled your neck back, exposing more of your skin.
You scratched at his scalp, the long battle braids being messed up by your fingers getting caught on them. For some reason, you had known Ake for the longest time, yet you had never been that close.
“I thought of you everyday while I was away,” his voice was warm on your skin. You smiled, pulling away to look down at him. His eyes searched yours like a puppy, hands scattering their way across your back, “even as I returned, the thought of you ran around in my head.”
“Ake,” You purred.
“You’re beautiful Y/N, the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes upon. Since the day in the market, your tripped my mind and it seems I cannot properly get up.”
You smiled at his sweet words, “oh Ake, I have loved you for so long.”

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vikingdrabbles·2 months agoText

I know I have posted so much tonight, but forewarning:

Forgetting Everyone Else progloue will Be out tomorrow at 10:30 Am!

Hope you enjoy!!

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vikingdrabbles·2 months agoText

a/n: I have written the majority of this entire series and have only posted one thing for it. I know my audince is not majorly in the marvel universe, but I want to begin writing for more people. I have started my wrting for alread again, so let’s hope to see that soon. Thank you for the countless support <3 gif: game-of-gays

Part One
warnings: none, maybe a cuss word and a little tiny small smut

“Steve you gotta help me.”

Steve sat watching as Bucky paced back and forth in the room, “I don’t know buck, I don’t really want to get in the middle of you and Y/N.”
“But she hasn’t talked to me in like a week! I leave tomorrow.”
“Buck, you should talk to her yourself, I’m sure she’ll listen.”
Bucky glared over to him, “you know her. She’s the most stubborn person I have ever met.” Bucky’s mind drifted to when he first realized he even liked you. He was a year and a half older and at that time had girls running in and out of his house. That was until he started to notice the tightness of your dresses and the smile you tried to hide when he tripped up the stairs. He loved you, but when you reached puberty like he did, he found his love more than just popsicles and swing rides at the park with Steve. He already loved your personality, and it helped that your looks grew into a person he wished he could have in his bed everyday. 

As you walked into the hall and noticed him sitting on the steps, you froze at the sight of him, Bucky had a beer in his hand as his fingers ran through his hair.
You leaned on the door frame, crossing your arms, making your breasts pop ever so much, “are you old enough to be drinking that?”
He was only seventeen, but he laughed, “no, but Steve got himself into another fight, and I don’t think people care around here.”
You hummed, lowering yourself in your heels and picking up the paper. He got a view down your chest, and saw the way your eyes looked up at him from that low. God he had to admit he was hard. You walked towards him, taking a seat next to him. You stared at him for a moment, then smiled, “well are you gonna offer a girl some? Steve’s troubles are mine as well, not just yours, little chaperone.” He smiled, handing you a bottle from the case hidden under his feet. But you frowned, “we-I have school tomorrow. I don’t need to be getting drunk. That’s for Friday.” You reached into his hand for his bottle, he liked the feeling of your skin touching his. He watched your lips wrap around the glass, and that was the moment playboy Bucky Barnes fell in love with the girl a floor below him.
“You’re beautiful,” He didn’t even realize he said it before it came out.
You cheeks got red and you looked to the ground, “you’re not too bad yourself James.” He loves it. Loved the way you said it. It made him gushy.
He admired your features for a moment, taking the bottle back and putting his lips where yours had been not even a minute ago. “Wanna go somewhere Friday?”
You looked at him with crooked eyes, “like where? Cause I know Steve wanted to go see the new movies playing at the-”
“No, no Steve,” he took another swig, “me and you.”
Your brows rose, “like a date?”
“Yeah,” he leaned back against the steps, “like a date.”
You smiled, “well Barnes. I’m afraid I have plans.”
You rose from your seat and he watched dumb founded, “doing what.”
You shook a bottle he hadn’t realized you had taken from him, “me, myself, and I are gonna have some fun. Alone.”
He stood, which he did regret being his pants were too tight around his crotch, “what does a guy gotta do to get invited to this ‘me, myself, and I’ fun?”
You smiled, reaching to step into the doorway of your apartment, “I’ll think about it.” Closing the door, Bucky fell back into the harsh wood. God. He fell for the girl below him.
“Steve I’ll be quick, I just need you to talk to her, ask her if I can see her? Please.”
Steve let out a reluctant sigh, “Okay, but I can’t promise she’ll listen to me.”
Bucky smiled, reaching down to place a hand in his shoulder, “god I love you Stevie.”
A knock on your door forced you to step away from your rhubarb pie. Your mother wasn’t gonna be home till 8, and you liked the way the windows opened as the breeze and sounds of the city filled your ears, though she would discourage it. You shifted towards the door, reaching to open it, your eyes fell on Steve. His smile was sweet, and you knew why he was there. “Y/N-”
“Go.” You didn’t let him speak.
“Please, just talk to me. I’m your friend.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he was 'your friend’ but that didn’t change the fact that the person above you was Bucky.
You huffed, “fine. Come in.”
His little body shuffled to your apartment, taking a seat at the table he watched you return to the counter, “you making pie?”
You smiled at the thought of him smelling the sweet air and recognizing one of the many things you baked/cooked for him. “Yes, rhubarb.”
“The smell is strong, I bet the people down the block could know what it was.”
You smiled, placing the final garnishing on top of the pie, and setting it into the window seal to cool. You turned to Steve, “want anything to drink?”
He shook his head and you sat down across from him. “Y/N. It’s been six days.”
“I know.” Your tone was bleak, “I can count Steve.”
“Okay, but he didn’t want to tell you because he knew you would say no.”
“Because it is stupid for him to do so.”
He sighed, “Y/N will you just talk to him before he goes to camp? It’s two months and he wants to be able to know he can write to you. That’s all I ask, as your friend. talk.”
You rolled your eyes, “have him come by tonight. But that’s it. It just talking.”
He smiled, “okay! It’ll be great! I know you won’t regret this!” He hopped from his seat.
“I hope I don’t.” You muttered to yourself as you returned to your spot in the kitchen.
The rest of the night you spent pampering yourself. You had the best lotion in your collection smeared on your skin, only cause Bucky told you of the many times it smelled like roses. A small dash of makeup, but not too much, making sure your curls were still put in. You lit a candle in your bed, not for Bucky, but to make him think it was for him. And slipped into a green night gown, one that hit just below your knees. Now, you waited.
It wasn’t long till you heard him knocking on your window, that you saw a handful of flowers with him as he smiled, his hair slicked back. You moved from the bed to the window in a sultry way, trying to get your point across. Unlatching the hinge, his eyes stared at you. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen, but he could still feel his mouth water.
He smiled, “I have these for you,” he handed you flowers that looked to be hand picked, but they smelled yummy. “Can I come in.”
You stepped away from the window and moved to set the flowers on your dresser. “what do you wanna talk about?” You leaned against the wooden frame, watching as he sat on your bed.
“Y/N,” he sighed, “you know what I want to talk about.”
You crossed your arms, “yeah, how you made a stupid decision?”
He ran his fingers through his hair, “it’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like Bucky?” You could feel tears welding their way in your eyes, “because I don’t need you dying like all the other men that have.”
He laughed, “I’m not gonna die-”
“Bucky half the girls I’m friends with have gotten letters from over seas that their boyfriends had passed!” You tried not yelling, but you couldn’t stop. Your tears falling down your cheeks.
“Come here,” he reached for you.
“No!” You tried to get out of his grasp, but he held your arms tight, pulling you into his lap, “no.” Your hands threw helpless punches.
“Come here doll,” he pushed your hair down, reaching his arms around you, “I’m not gonna die.” You could feel him chuckle against you, grabbing your face to look in his eyes, “I’m not even gonna think about that. I’m gonna come home to you.”
“You promise?”
He smiled, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb, “I promise,” he placed a soft kiss in your lips, “I love you.”
You looked in his eyes. It felt true. What he said felt so true to you, you smiled. “I love you bucky.”
“Come here,” he leaned against your bed and you placed your head in his shoulder. You held his hand as it laid in his chest, listening to his endless heartbeat.
“Will you stay with me? And sleep here tonight?”
He smiled, “I wouldn’t want anything else.”
The next morning, your rolled over to feel the coldness if your bed. You frowned as you saw a hand written piece of paper on your desk.
“I had to run doll, but remember I love you. I’ll come back soon. Once I know where I’m at, I’ll write to you.
- Love Bucky”
You smiled, but felt the overwhelming fear build in your head. It’s okay, he promised

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vikingdrabbles·3 months agoText

Hello my beautiful people!

So I’m on vaycay and it’s storming a lot where I’m at, so I have begun binge reading a lot of books/series. If you have any recommendations, mainly romance ones, because why not (and it gives me inspo) please recommend me some!

I would greatly appreciate it, because I have already read a series and now have nothing new.

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vikingdrabbles·3 months agoText


Congrats !

Following you since one year, it’s time to say:

Congratulations @vikingdrabbles

2000 Followers, it’s fantastic. You deserve all of them! ☺

Thank you so much!! It means a lot💘

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vikingdrabbles·3 months agoText

The Girl Below

Bucky Barnes x F(Reader)

A/N: AHH!! My first Bucky thing! I hope you enjoy this. The first part is story line, but then it gets SMUTTY so be warned!! The next part won’t be as smutty maybe, but who knows.

*and if read more is not there, I’m so very sorry, I’m on mobile and have no control of that right now.

You ran out of the busy diner, your curls moving with you as you clutched your purse. “Y/N!”

You didn’t want to turn around, everything in you wanted to keep walking about the Brooklyn lights, but you knew if you did, you would regret it more. You felt the rush of Bucky coming ahead of you, his stupid smirk on his face as he walked backwards, “I don’t want to talk James,” you scolded him, and used his first name. You only used his first name when you were mad, or in bed.

“Come on doll,” he reached for your hand but you pulled it away.

“No! Don’t ‘doll’ me! How could you not tell me you joined the war? We planned our future and you join the freaking war?!” You yelled at him, stopping to get your point across.

You had a few eyes look your way, but you didn’t care. Your date was supposed to be magical. You dressed in a white dress with red rose flower details on it. It was a respectable length, covering your chest, as your hair set in the easy curls almost every woman wore at the time. To top it off, you wore soft blush and read lipstick. Bucky took you to the movies, and then the diner to eat fries and talk. But little did you know your talking would lead to him telling you he left for the army in a week. A fucking week. You wanted to deck him in the face, that’s what you wanted todo.

“Doll,” he walked towards you, “you know i have to.”

“No you don’t!”

“Yes I do! Everyone I know has enlisted-”

“Not Steve,” you mutter, crossing your arms.

“Okay, Steve is different.” His eyes scanned over your body, “you can’t stand like that long baby, you know what it does to me.” You looked down to see your hands pressing your breasts together, and the hem of your skirt riding up.

You scoffed, “You’re disgusting James Buchanan Barnes.”

You darted past him, “oh come on.” You only flipped him off, not caring about the judgmental look from bystanders. Bucky only gave them his soft smile.

“Don’t ever come by my place again Bucky. I mean it!” You marched your way home, ignoring your mother who asked about your date and running to your room. Your tears welled in your eyes as you felt like you were left by the love of your life. He was gonna leave you and die. That’s how every girl in that city had their lives played out. No one made it back. Not like they said they would.

A knock on your door made you look up to your mother, “y/n? Oh baby.” She fell to the bed beside you and began to brush your hair, “what did he do. Did he break my baby’s heart? I’ll murder him, you know that.”

“No,” your tears fell onto her night gown, “he’s-he’s going into the war and didn’t tell me. He didn’t tell me and now he’s gonna die!”

She sighed, “shh baby girl, he is not worth this pain.”

But he really was. You knew him since you were a child, being he lived above you. He would climb down the fire escape and “hang out” with you. One time, you let him into your room and the teenage hormones led the way. It was like every make out session you had before. He unbuttoned the top of your dress, letting it pool at your waist, as you ran your fingers through his perfectly jelled hair, ruffling all the time he put into it.

“Bucky,” you moaned as his mouth latched on to your breast. You sat in his lap, legs crossed around his back as you hands locked on his shoulder and neck, pulling him into you. “Bucky,” that was when it turned into something more, “bucky I want you to fuck me.” Your words were not that of a ladies, but they got your point across.

He pulled away and furrowed his brows. “What?” He wasn’t displeased, just shocked.

You held his cheek in your hands, “I-I want you to be the first one to have me. The entirety of me.”

His eyes danced back and forth in your own, “you sure?” You nodded your head. Slow, but sure. “Okay,” his face seemed to be as scared as yours. Now he took his time, laying you on your back, his face lower down your body, he undid each button with care, allowing for your dress to be folded open.

He marveled at your body, as his fingers skillfully undid your garters from holding your stockings. You felt yourself blush as his eyes looked into yours, he rolled the material down your leg, kissing the exposed skin. “God your beautiful,” he muttered as he kissed his way to be level with your underwear. When he kissed the white, lacy material, he hooked his fingers in and lowered it down your legs. Exposing your sex to the cold brisk air created from the window he had climbed into.

You could see his eyes on your pussy, “Bucky,” you gripped his head, wiggling your hips, “do something?”

He laughed, “little Miss Impatient.” You only frowned and watched as he placed sweet kisses on the inner part of your thighs. His hands reaching to rest your legs above his shoulders. And, in a matter of seconds, his tongue ran up and down your mound leaving you heaving from the inside out, “god your soaking. Did I do this?”

You could feel his fingers slid in, the burn only made you feel more excited. “Bu-Buc, fuck,” you grunted as he pushed himself deeper into your cunt. His blue eyes looking up to you with the playboy shade they always wore. “Bucky, I think, I’m- oh god, I’m gonna come.”

“Come doll,” his words added vibration to your core and you felt like you were falling off a bridge into an endless pit of joy.

Your head pushed into your pillows, making your breasts stand at attention. He took that advantage and connect his mouth with your nipple. “Bucky-” his hand continued to rub your clit, overstimulated, you tried pushing his away, “Bucky it’s too much!”

You squirm under him, he released your nipple with a pop and grinned, “we haven’t even gotten started doll.”

You rested your forehead on his bare shoulder, “h-how did you learn to do that?” You felt the beads of sweat on your face.

He smiled, “I- you pick it up.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he just kissed into your neck, “Come here.”

He rolled into his back and picked you up with him. You were straddling his hips as his hands found their place on yours. He pushed himself up to kiss you passionately, until you leaned back and felt he was harder than you had ever be aware of. Granite, you only had make out seshes as frequent as you could, he always had one on by the end of it. It made you think of how he “handled” it. Your mind went to dirty places, thinking about him moaning your name as he tried pulling an orgasm out. God. The thought made you wetter.

He pulled away from you, and you felt yourself pout, “what? What is it?”

“I-I don’t have a condom.”

You stared at him, “what?”

“I don’t just caring them around with me.”

“Well you should!”

He laughed, “yes cause every girl I see is gonna want to jump on me.”

You rolled your eyes, “well, can you, or we could go upstairs to your room? You should have some there, right?” Now you were desperate.

His scratched his head, “yeah…yeah let’s go there.”

“K,” you hoped down from him, grabbing your dress from the side of the bed to wrap it around your naked body.

He didn’t care to grab his shirt, he only took your hand and kissed your hard, “you sure you want to do this.”

You bit your lip, nodding against him, “my mom won’t be home for another two hours.” He smiled and guided you to his room as you stepped on to the cold fire escape.

It wasn’t unfamiliar, the smell felt nice, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the amount of books stacked in his desk. He looked up at you, seeing where your gaze fell and smiled, “aye, don’t judge.”

He turned back to his room, shuffling through his desk and drawers.

“I just didn’t think you were a reader,” you took your time slipping off your dress and sitting on his bed.

You saw he picked up a container from his drawer, “well, when you-uu,” his eyes fell in your naked figure. The sun leaving gleaming spots on your skin, you couldn’t help but blush as he looked at you.

“Come on,” you reached for his free hand pulling him to the bed.

He kissed you as you head him undoing his pants, and felt the rough material against your skin as they slid down to the floor. You pulled at the waistband of his pants, making those come down to.

Finally you looked down to his yearning tip pressed against his stomach. Your eyes widened at the length, “Bucky,” you couldn’t tell if that was a moan or actual fear. Your eyes danced in his, “are you sure it will fit?”

He smiled kissing down at your neck, “doll, it’ll be okay.” You nodded against his reassurance. “I wanna watch you ride me, and make that pretty face moan.” You felt hot as his words slipped from his mouth. He never talked this dirty, but it felt warm. As you propped yourself up, he pulled a tan colored condom out, slipping it over himself. You watched with hungry eyes as he pumped himself a few times, then motioned for you to sit in him. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” You nodded your head and felt as he aligned himself to your warm slit. He teased you, rubbing the top of his head against your clit until your whined.


He laughed, “Okay, you ready?” You nodded, your hands resting on his bare chest as you prepared yourself.

You could feel him slipping into you, “James,” your voice a soft moan.

“Does it hurt?” He stopped abruptly, and you felt the lack of motion between your demanding legs.

“No! No, please keep going.” It burned, but it was nice to feel his long cock stretching you out the way he did. Once he was fully in, you bounced off him lightly, still riding the pain out with his pleasured moans.

His hands dug into your hips with power, “fuck doll, you’ll make me come in two minutes if you moving like that… You’re so fucking tight!”

You felt one of his hands slip across your hip bone, and his thumb rub circles against your clit. “Bucky!”

You could almost see stars as he thrusted into your sweet spot, your pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he let out a whispered moan as you began milking him of everything he had.

You leaned into his chest and kissed him hard, “I love you bucky.”

He smile against your lips, “you know I love you more.”

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vikingdrabbles·3 months agoText

Omg!! I cannot believe we passed 2,000 followers on here! That is truly something I never thought would happen. I can remember only having roughly 100 and freaking out when I passed 200!

I truly love you all, and am so glad you enjoy my work, as much as I enjoy you all looking at it!

Tonight I’ll be posting my first Bucky thing! (Not the royal guard, still working on that don’t worry 😉 ) but this work I have put a lot of time into and hope to make it a series! It’s also a little lot smutty for me, so I hope you enjoy!!

Endless hugs and kisses to you all!! <3

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vikingdrabbles·4 months agoText


So, I may write something for Bucky Barnes in the MCU. I know I haven’t written in a while, but I feel as if I can switch up the people I write about, I may wish to write more.

I don’t know when I will release it, because I want to finish completely writing it before I go halfway and stop, but if it turns into a series, I will attempt to finish it before posting. It’s gonna be different, because it’s a different character, and I’m *trying* to maybe make it smuty. But basically it’s Bucky being the bodyguard of a royal princess.

I’m writing “Your Highness” with Alfred, but I’m also on vaycay for a while. Just letting you all know, I missed you and writing, so we’re gonna get back to it hopefully :)

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vikingdrabbles·5 months agoText

Hvitserk in College

A/N Short and I wrote it a while ago meaning to make it longer but never did. I’m not tagging anyone, because I can’t be bothered to try and look at the list. <3 enjoy gif: dangerousvikings

You tapped your pen rapidly against the white lined paper. Your eyes scanning over the large book in front of you, in short, Women Hero’s of the Revolution, the thrilling tales of 20 different women who risked their own lives for the sake of their country. It was an amazing book, but you couldn’t deny feeling a hint of jealousy to see the sacrifices women made as you sit in your university library, with a ‘full-ride’ from your parents, if you got all A’s. The one problem with getting all A’s was the distraction that seemed to always sit at your feet. Your loving, amazing, so sweet and kind boyfriend, Hvitserk.

He was always with you though, and it seemed the library was the only place you could be free of him, so your thought.

As you neared the end of the story about Molly Pitcher, you jumped when a voice spoke into your left ear, “whatcha doing?”

Your eyes widened as you turned to see who stood behind your, “oh god!” Your eyes rested on the short hair of Hvitserk, “it’s you!”

He smiled, sitting in the empty seat across from you, “of course it’s me, I thought we were getting dinner?”

You frowned, “what time is it?”

He looked down at the sleek black watch, “6:00 o'clock.”

Your hands moved through your hair, and you let out a grumbling sound, “I’m sorry babe, I forgot. It’s just- this dumb project I have to do.”

He frowned, sliding the book away from you to read the front, “women in the American Revolution? what class is this for?”

You glared up at him, sliding the book back toward you, “history, but because I want an American history major, Professor Rollo wants us to center it around our majors, rather any piece in history.”

“When’s it due?”

You bit your cheek, “tomorrow?” Procrastination was another distraction that stood by your feet.

He frowned, “so you’re gonna sit in this boring library all night?” You didn’t answer, “Y/N come on, my uncles the professor,” his hand went to your knee under the table, “I’m sure I could get you another day.”

You crossed your legs, making his hand fall absent, “Hvitserk I’m not gonna cheat.”

“It’s not cheating! It’s using your resources,” he scooted to the seat next to you, rather across from you.

You glared at him, crossing your arms, “yeah, the resource of cheating.”

He smiled, his hand reaching for your thigh again. Though your skin was covered with your leggings, you could feel the warmth his hands carried, “Come on,” he pouted, “I could help.”

You rolled your eyes when you felt his hand creep further down to the inner part of your thigh. You sighed, “let’s go”

He smiled, knowing he won you over, “well come in Princess.”

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vikingdrabbles·6 months agoText



1.if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

2.have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

3.three songs that you connect with right now.

4.would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

5.have you taken someones virginity? many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

7.if you could, would you take back your last kiss?

8.who would you like to see in concert?

9.what was the last concert you saw?

10.would you ever want to swim with sharks? you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

12.what was the last thing that made you laugh?

13.a song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

14.have any pets? you want to have kids? How many? you have piercings? How many? you miss anyone from your past?

18.what are you craving right now?

19.have you ever broken someone’s heart?

20.have you ever been cheated on?

21.have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? you believe in true love?

23.favourite weather? you like the snow? you wanna get married? it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

27.what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

28.go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

29.what’s your favorite pasta dish?

30.what color do you really want to dye your hair?

31.what’s your favorite eye color? about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

33.are you a morning person?

34. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

35.what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

36.what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

37.tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

39.who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

40.what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

42.think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

43.what are your favorite memes of the year so far you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

45.what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

46.what are some of your worst habits?

47.describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

48.tell us about your pets! there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

50.are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

51.what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

52.describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

53.what’s some of your favorite album art?

54.are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? you like concept albums? which ones?

56.what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

57.list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

58.if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

59.what do you do when you’re sad?

60.what are some things you do when you can’t sleep?

61.what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

62.who is the last person you told a secret to?

63.what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

64.what’s your favorite food?

65.what’s your secret dream?

66.three songs you were recently obsessed with.

67.three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

68. three favourite old songs

69.three last songs you listened to

70.worst possible time to get horny:

71.have you ever had a friends with benefits? you believe in soulmates?

73.Is there anyone you would die for?

74.whowas the last person you cried in front of? you give out second chances too easily? it easier to forgive or forget? this year the best year of your life? you have trust issues?

79.who/what was your last dream about?

80.would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

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vikingdrabbles·6 months agoText

Hello everyone!!

So I know I’ve been MIA for like, a couple months, so sorry, but I think I wanna update a few stories and maybe write a little. It’s my “Easter break” and I want to write a little before I’m done with school and in summer.

I have: (on my mind currently)

- Mafia Ivar

- forgetting Everyone Else

-your highness

PLEASE let me know if you guys want anymore updated things, this *maybe* be the only chance for like a month. I’ll maybe write some requests as well, so send em in!


And if you have any stories you recommend I read (because I missed out on months of amazing writing from the fellow ladies on here) tell me!

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vikingdrabbles·7 months agoAnswer
Hi love. Just dropped by to say hello and ask how you are. I know you went on a hiatus...But no matter with or without stories...just want to let you know you are missed. Hope you are well. Take care. Sending a hug.

ahhhh, my heart *it’s melting* I love you too!
I’m good, school is an ass, but I’m getting through it one day at a time. Writing and reading is tricky with all the papers my professors decide to give but I still have yet decided when I’ll be able to come back in the full swing of everything. Hopefully I can soon.
I’m sending an abundance of well-health and happiness <3 thanks for being so caring!

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vikingdrabbles·7 months agoText


Imagine Ivar with his children

A/n: I wrote this a while ago, but never posted it. It’s just a short little one, so enjoy! Gif by: heathenarmyimagines

    You stood in the hall, swaying your arms back and forth in attempt to ease the crying child within them. “Shh, come Erika, you’re okay,” you tried bouncing, but that only made her scream louder.

       But, a large crash interrupted your routine, “mother! Mother!” You looked to the small child who stood at your feet, “Mother, Tabbart cheated!”

       “What?” It wasn’t long before you saw the younger child appear in the door, “Is this true Tabby?” He moved his tiny fingers up and down the wood. You sighed, then looked to Ivar, “Can you please do something about them?”

       His attention was finally drawn to you, “Come here,” he motioned his boys to him. “Why must you bother your mother why she is working?”

        Vett tried to talk, “But she is not wo-”

       Ivar shushed him, “Shh,” he pointed to you as you tried resting the baby in your arms, “what is she doing?”

       “Holding Erika,” Tabbart blurted out, trying to be the first to answer.

       He nodded, “your sister. She is not only holding her, but loving her. Giving her what she needs to survive, like she did with both of you,” you saw their heads drupe, but he picked them up by the chins. “Allow your mother to work as hard as she did with both of you, do not pester her with your games.”

       Vett stood taller, “but he cheated!”

       “Eh, Vett, he is your little brother. If you believe he cheated, tell him. Real men sort their problems out themselves, rather tattletale.” Tabby stuck his tongue out at Vett, “Hey! That does not mean you may cheat,” he looked at them back and forth, “now go.” They ran away fast, before you could even tell them anything.

       You looked to Ivar and shook your head, “they really are your children,” you say, making your way to him.

      He rolled his eyes, “they are more you than me,” when you rested on the arm of his chair, he reached for the blanket, “let me see my girl.” You handed it to him as he carefully swayed, repeating your movements for earlier.

        Her eyes slowly as she drifted into sleep against his leather shirt, “how can you do that?” You asked in disbelief.

       He gave you a sly smile, “seems she likes me more.”

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vikingdrabbles·7 months agoText


Amen (Hvitserk)

A/N: This is kinda sad, so, um, … sorry gif: drogonstone

Summary: Hvitserk looses the reader, follows the song basically

And are those real angels in the magazines?

Oh, is there a heaven? You’d know now you’ve been

Are those real stars that hang in the sky?

Or are they man made? A trick of the light?

Hvitserk’s arm wrapped around your bare back. He liked you, more than the thralls he had been with, or the other slaves at his becking call. For some reason, he couldn’t ever leave your bed. The warmth of your skin, the steady breathes you took, the way your hair laid perfectly on his chest; he could never leave. Though you were a shield maiden, that didn’t mean you were different for him. He constantly told himself you were a one and done, nothing more, but every night, he found himself falling asleep with you tangled in his arms. If he could, he would have never left, the halo of dark hair around your head, the contrast of colors on your skin, even the way your fingers drew patterns on him, you were perfect, so perfect. He never let anyone else have you, you were his, even if you didn’t agree.

Amen, Amen


“Hvitserk,” his eyes looked distant this time, his fingers didn’t hold you as tightly after, and the way he had slipped in and out in a matter of seconds put a confusing spell over you, “what is the matter?” You tug on his hand for him to look at you, he was fumbling with the buckle of his pants when he looked at you. It was almost sadness on his face, “what is it?”

You sat up, allowing for you to be level with him. His eyes wondered your naked skin, the curves and dimples marked over them, he was getting sucked in once again, “I don’t want you to go to battle tomorrow.”

You scoffed, “what?”

His hand found your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “don’t go to battle, please.” It was a statement more than a question.

“Hvitserk, you said we weren’t anything, why does it matter now?”

He frowned, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Your hand reached his, “Hvitserk,” you almost laughed a little, “why do you believe you will lose me?”

And is there a God up there? ‘So, where does he hide?

‘Cause the devil is raging inside my mind

And is there a moment where it all makes sense?

When saying goodbye, doesn’t feel like the end?

“Where is Y/N?” Hvitserk marched towards Ivar, the battlefield between the shore and Kattegat was covered with bodies, the long braided hair of shield maidens, the tedious armer of warriors, it didn’t matter now, they all laid dead.

“How am I supposed to know? She lead the shield maidens down through the south part, to attack them from the inside.”

Hvitserk almost wanted to whine like a child, stomp his feet, throw his arms, he was right. “Did she report back?”

Ivar tightened the reigns of the horse attacked to his chariot, “Hvitserk, I’m sure they will find her,” he snakes them against the horse, drawing it foreword.

Amen, Amen


Hvitserk couldn’t find you, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the warm glow of your skin, the darkness in your eyes, and the curls of your hair; he couldn’t find you. He sat in the great hall, the people laughing and cheering as Ivar entered. It was strange, the hall was his home, he described to you in detail how it was when it was full of people. Busy with laughter and drunken warriors. Now, everything he described to you felt wrong, like a lie he could never take back now.

Never. He left you with a lie, how? How could he have just lied blatantly to your face? The great hall was never as he described, yes it was full, but also empty; it was loud, but also so quiet the children fell asleep within their parents arms; the great hall was not a place for parties, but a place for ruling. How did he miss all that? He missed the most important parts of Kattegat whenever you would ask. It was him he didn’t listen.

Ivar sat down next to him, “stop staring at the table… drink.”

Sometimes I can’t help blaming you

For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do?

There’s plenty of women, there’s drink and there’s drugs

But we both know that won’t be enough

'Cause I see you in the daytime, and I hear you at night

There’s a pale imitation burnt in my eyes

I don’t want to be here, I don’t know what to do

Sometimes I’d rather be dead, at least then I’m with you

If you had listened, just listened to him, you would be the one dancing drunkenly in his lap, not the thrall whose skin looked like chocolate, coaxing him into her bed with the swift movement of her wide hips. He wished they were yours, your warm skin that graced over his fingers, making sure you were stable, your endless spiral of curls entrancing him. Ivar made sure he looked human, but on the inside he questioned himself. why you’d don’t listen!

He was 6 cups in on his mead when he had enough of the girl Ivar had placed in his lap, “go,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Her voice was soft, almost scared.

“Go!” She jumped off him as soon as he is voice rose. He knew Ivar would be mad, but he was too drunk and too confused by you to care.

“She wouldn’t have wanted to be pitied.” Hvitserk’s red ringed eyes looked up to the blue spheres of Ivars, “she hated being pitied.”

“She did not listen,” his voice seemed to be cracking in the warm air. He didn’t care, his hand slammed on the table, “she didn’t listen!”

Ivar nodded his head, “I know, I do. But she wouldn’t have wanted this, you like this.”

Hvitserk tried to hold his tears in, but drunk him didn’t seem to care, “I would give anything to have her here, I would swear on Odin to die if she would be brought back.”

Ivar grabbed Hvitserk’s jaw roughly, “shut up! She wouldn’t want this, and frankly, I don’t want k hear you say this. Do not swear on Odin, because she is not here! She feasts with the gods, be happy for her! Stop this nonsense and enjoy yourself!”

He let go of Hvitserk the same way he held him. Looking to see if anyone saw how he just manhandled his older brother, taking a breath to say something, but allowing for it to get caught in his throat. Hvitserk fell back in his chair, you didn’t listen.

Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen

Amen, Amen


Tags:  @naaladareia @hail-kattegat @readsalot73 @ivarslittlebadgirl @tephi101

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vikingdrabbles·8 months agoText

Mini Hiatus :(

Okay, so in the past month or two, I feel like I haven’t been able to write anything, and when I do, I don’t feel confidant in what I write. If you’re a writer, you know the feeling, and I can’t seem to get out of this whole. I don’t know if it’s because I’m burned out on vikings, and need to write something different, or need to just take a break from writing all together. But, I don’t even wish to get on tumblr at times, because I know I have requests, and people really want certain chapters out, but I can’t full fill those wishes.

I know you all mean in your best intentions, and I do love when you guys give love, it’s just me. I don’t like seeing all these requests, and not being able to full fill them in the ways I wish to.

That is why, I’m taking a brake from posting, and maybe writing altogether. I call it mini, because who knows, this spell could end in a week, and I could start writing again, but for now, I’m paused.

Idk how frequently I’ll post stories, or even get on tumblr, but do know I love all of you, and love how nice and caring you all have been towards my writing. This break has nothing todo with you guys or anything, it’s just me needing time to step back and be able to jump into my life again.

I love you all so much, and hope I can post here again soon. This really is hard for me, but I would rather you all know I’m taking a break, then to stop abruptly all together. Thanks <3

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vikingdrabbles·8 months agoText

Guys, I have to write a research paper for my writing class, and im already on page four.

It only has to be three pages, but I’m on the 3rd paragraph.

Someone please stop me.

I’ll keep y’ll updated, because I know you all just love hearing about my writing class!

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