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OK! So here it is! I wrote a fic, yes I did, I can't believe it either! My lovely @mrsalwayswrite reached 350 followers and I'm here to celebrate it with smut! Congratulations honey! I hope you like iiittttt!

A biiig thank you to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and @punkrocknpearls for beta read this non-sense and for having so much patience. 💕Yes, my bad English needed two beta readers.

Prompts: Leather x Ivar / Pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

Words: 3262

Warnings: uhm.. a bit of plot at the beginning and at the end, the rest of the fic it’s just super kinky smut. I mean leather and Ivar, what did you expect?! But I think the appropriate warnings would be licking, deepthroat, dom-sub, spanking, soft BDSM? uhm...cumshot, a tiny bit of Ivar playing with his knives, oh and I think bits of angst. Sorry for the cliffhanger.

Summary: The reason why you're in Kattegat is no longer important. Ivar shows you more than just his affection, but how long will this secret relationship last?

a/n: It takes place when Ivar is King of Kattegat. Hvitserk is addicted to his "herbs".

Tags: @quantumlocked310 @xbellaxcarolinax @pomegranates-and-blood @walkxthexmoon @heavenly1927

I'm so fucking nervous, but fortunately you can't see my face and hear me crying.

“Ivar!? What did you do?!”

The slave next to Ivar winced as Hvitserk burst into the Great Hall. The flames in the middle of the fireplace flickered and the wooden floor vibrated with every step he made.

Ivar rolled his eyes hearing his voice. The only one who could keep his attention was the beautiful blonde. "Don't worry, he's just having a bad day." He whispered trying to calm her down, gently stroking her cheek.

“Ivar!” Hvitserk screamed and kicked the leg from the chair Ivar was sitting on.

“Will there be a day when you solve your problems yourself, dear brother?”

"You! Get out of here!"

The young slave was frozen in fear.

“Now!”

She nodded shyly and walked out of the hall with a bowed head.

"She is my slave, Hvitserk! Get your own!"

"What about the witch? She was mine too! And now… now she ignores me and pretends she isn't at home when I knock on her door.”

Ivar laughed out loud. “You were probably not man enough for her.” His sneaky smile made Hvitserk even angrier.

“What did you tell her about me, huh?!” Hvitserk grabbed Ivar by his leather armor and pulled him up from his throne. His ale spilled on the floor and the horn rolled across the hall. “Tell me!” He yelled straight in his face, trying to intimidate him, but Ivar’s expression barely changed. “I brought her to you so that she could remove your pain and nothing else!”

“Oh yes, she definitely does,” Ivar raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “and she does it very well.” The iron of his braces rattled as Hvitserk shook him. Ivar stopped him before he could punch him in his smirking face.

"You know what I do to men who treat me like this, brother," Hvitserk heard the schnick of one of Ivar’s knives coming out of his pocket and glanced down. Ivar directed it against his stomach, pressing the knife’s tip into Hvitserk’s leather armor. Ivar smiled; he had power and he knew exactly how to make the best of it.

Hvitserk relaxed his hands and pushed him back onto the throne.

“Hey brother!” Ivar laughed, adjusting his armor again. “In case she wants to talk to you again, remind her that I’m going to wait for her in the same place I did last night.”

Hvitserk clenched his jaw, he kicked the door open with a bang and left the Great Hall without giving Ivar the satisfaction of a reaction.

~~·······~~

It was freezing cold and snowflakes flew inside the cottage as you opened the door.

“Hello?” You knocked on the door from the inside. The fireplace was warming the small room fast, so you threw your heavy coat on the bed.

“Ivar? Are you here? It’s me.” Being between tall trees and howling wolves in the middle of nowhere made you feel anxious and insecure. Ivar had shown you how to handle a sword, but you preferred not to get involved in raids and fights. No one in your family had ever been a warrior or a shieldmaiden; the only weapons you ever learned how to use were elixirs and brews.

“I missed your smell.”

Your hair moved slightly as he mumbled from behind into your neck. The scent of wood and the smell of the fruits you mixed in your potions were stuck to your skin.

You jumped and turned around, leaning back to look at him. “You scared me, Ivar!”

He grinned broadly at you, biting his lower lip. “Don’t worry,” he said, placing a kiss on your cold cheek. “It’s just me.”

“I brought you your medicine, Ivar.” You opened your hand and presented to him the mix of roots and tree rinds.

"Did you also bring the herbs that you give to Hvitserk?”

“Yes, but those would only make you feel dizzy, and you would still be in pain.” You were sure he would take his medicine, as usual, so you poured water into a little wooden bowl he had ready on the table and mixed it for him. You’d been doing this every day for the past few weeks.

Ivar felt much better than he did before, he could walk longer distances and sleep better at night thanks to you.

“The herbs are not for me, they are for you. I want you to take them. I can’t forget what you said yesterday.”

The spoon fell out of your hand as you trembled with goosebumps.

He ran both hands along your arms and gave your shoulders a strong squeeze, expecting an answer. “Are you sure you want to do it?” He kept talking.

Yes, you wanted to, but you were afraid… afraid of disappointing him. He was so experienced and the way he told you about it the night before, made you doubt whether you would like it too. You'd known him for a while now and he trusted you, probably more than he should.

“You could dampen your senses with Hvitserk's herbs...”

“Or you could be gentle!” Out of nowhere, you regained your self-confidence.

“Does that mean-“

You let the light fabric slide down your shoulders, one after the other until your dark red dress puddled on the floor. He didn't have to end the question. Your feet were stuck together, your hands framing your hips, waiting for his instructions.

His eyes wandered over your whole body, admiring every detail of your delicate skin with an insatiable hunger.

You glanced deep into his ocean-blue eyes. “Touch me.” Your heart pounded as he took a step closer. “And don’t be gentle.” You knew about the intimidating reputation of Ivar the Boneless - to be cruel was one of his traits. One of his good ones, he would probably say. But to you he was kind, he always wanted you to feel safe and cared for.

His fingertips sank into your waist, pressing you against his body. He stroked your chin, and you closed your eyes, but he didn’t kiss you.

You remembered how he showed you his collection for the first time the evening before. He had knives, leather ropes and straps, chains, and other iron utensils that you didn’t recognize arranged symmetrically next to each other, all ordered by size on an adjacent table that he had.

“One day…when you are ready…I can show you how they feel on your skin." That was the only thing he commented.

Ivar ran his arm over the table, throwing everything on it to the floor. The table squeaked and wobbled when he sat you on the fur he’d put on it before. He grabbed your thighs and pulled your hips forward, correcting your position.

The height of the table was perfect for him, he only had to bend forward without getting on his knees. And that's when you began to realize that everything he’d said about the cottage - was true. Only women – on and off – had seen it from the inside. It was built according to his express orders and only the builders knew about its location, hidden deep inside the forest. He alone was supposed to enjoy the loud moans and lustful cries of the women he brought there.

He bent your legs on the edge of the table, exposing the beauty of your cunt. He leaned his head to kiss your belly until he reached the soft skin of your pussy, making you shudder. He licked your labia up and down and back again to your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

You bucked your hips gently into his face to make him taste your juices around your entrance better.

Your legs started trembling and you couldn't hold them in the position he put them in. With your thighs parted wide, you could feel the rhythmic movements of his warm tongue even more. Your hips began to rock, wanting to feel his fingers stretching your inner walls. He brought his tongue to your clit as his fingers rubbed the lips around your hole to lube them with your wetness. He began to work you slowly, sliding them inside inch by inch, taking his time to let you feel his fingers exploring your g-spot. He looked up at you, savoring how your eyes went wide as he started slamming his fingers into you harder.

You dropped your head back, your chin raising up to the ceiling and letting out a groaning moan, ready to cum. You were too shy to moan as loud as you actually wanted to but it was still loud enough to cover the wet sounds of your dripping pussy.

He lifted his head after you came and you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to taste your own juices on his smooth lips. You reached for Ivar’s hard c but he caught your wrist before you could touch him. He interrupted the kiss roughly and pulled you up from the table to make you turn around. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a leather rope that was hanging on the wall behind you and wrapped it around your waist. “Bend over! Knees together!”

You weren’t fast enough obeying so he pressed you down on the table. Seeing only the dark wood of the walls unsettled you but you forced yourself to relax.

He yanked down his pants and rubbed the tip of his thick cock against your swollen entrance, moistening it with your wetness. He would be rough because you told him to be.

So you dropped your shoulders down and did your best to prepare.

Ivar wrapped his palms around the leather rope until he held it firmly in his hands. The black leather gloves prevented him from slipping off. He pulled up, so that the leather sank deep into your hips, pressing with his crotch against your core. The table you were laying on slammed against the wall as he shoved himself all the way in. One loud groan escaped his mouth when his dick hit the end of your pussy. He heard your loud cry and waited a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your stretched walls.

Your sex pulsed; with every thrust, Ivar sank deeper and deeper into you. You tried to hold on to the rope to be in control of what he was doing, but his reaction was faster.

“Hands over your head!”

You whimpered and breathed hard, following his commands.

Ivar held the rope with one hand, focusing his glance on your ass. He paused for a moment but kept his dick inside. He slapped your right cheek once and you grunted. He spanked you over and over again, slowly, then hard, changing sides, until he could see the red marks he was leaving. His loud moan resounding at the back of your head made you shiver, and you started to enjoy the burning pain on your skin. The rope guided you perfectly back and forth, setting the pace he wanted, plunging his dick in and out of you, as often as he wanted to.

He pulled your head up, his nose touched your cheek, breathing away the stray strands of hair from your face. “I want to hear you…loud”.

Your tits rubbed against the coarse table each time he pumped hard inside you. With your jaw half-open, you moaned loud, letting yourself go as he wanted you to.

He fucked you like that for a while, and it was heavenly.

You flexed your thighs a bit more and rocked back and forth, letting your full weight hit against his crotch to thrust Ivar deeper into your tight pussy. You cried in pleasure even if your body was weak and your cunt started aching.

He gave you a last quick smack before he pulled his dick out of you. He placed his hands on your sensitive ass, squeezing it. His thick thumbs stretched your flushed labia apart so he could admire your tight soaked cunt. He tapped your thigh twice, “on your knees”. He spoke with such authority that you couldn’t disobey. His big hand on the back of your head pressed you closer.

You wrapped your lips around his cock and started sucking and squeezing it slowly. Synchronizing your breathing, you tamed your gag reflex. The tip of his cock hit your throat again and again as he increased the pace.

He called you “his goddess” and you moaned in satisfaction. After a few times pumping it in and out, he held his cock at the base and groaned as he pulled it out. He grabbed your face, his fingers tightening on your cheeks. “So beautiful.”

You swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths.

His cock tapped your chin. “Stick your tongue out”. He brushed his dick over your lips, forcing you to keep your mouth open.

You followed his orders and he tucked his shaft in one move back in your throat before you even could stick your tongue out enough.

His moans became louder while his pre-cum ran out of the corner of your mouth.

Your open- mouthed face in front of his dick made you nervous. Ivar placed one hand on your shoulder to keep you in place while the other one rubbed his dick as hard as he could. He lost control of himself and watched how his warm and sticky cum filled your mouth. His long and loud groaning moans flooded the tiny house. You sucked his dick clean, swallowing the last drops of his seed.

Your fingertip collected from your cheeks the rest of his cum that hadn’t reached your tongue. You licked the salty and nutty seed from your finger and smirked. “Your goddess, huh?”

He tucked his semi-hard cock back into his pants and winked at you. “Here, it's cold. I don't want you to get sick.” He changed the topic of conversation abruptly. He put a fur over your shoulders and served you an ale-filled horn. “Are you okay? Does it still hurt?” Ivar pointed to the red marks on your hips and the handprints on your ass cheek and you nodded.

“But it looks worse than it is.”

You both walked up to bed to lay under the furs. He kissed you and you cuddled up to him, enjoying the embrace of his toned arms.

It was quiet around you, only a few owls, and the crack of the embers in the corner of the room broke the silence.

“Why are you still with Hvitserk?” You could hear the frustration in his low voice. “You spend every night alone; he can’t protect you as I can.”

Since Ivar had been pleasuring you almost every night you’d started to forget about Hvitserk. Ivar had something that fascinated you, but you would never admit to it. In your world, witches never depended on someone, much less they married. But Ivar could kill someone in cold blood and then a few minutes later, he'd be lying on top of you worried about hurting you. He was complex like that and it intrigued you.

You pushed yourself away from his chest to look at him. “It wasn't you who spared my life, Ivar. Or have you already forgotten?”

He shook his head in annoyance. He hated it when you reminded him of that. “I know, I know, I know.” He kept repeating until you stopped talking. “I might have wanted to kill you back then, but Hvitserk brought you here to Kattegat and I don't think that was your will.”

On a raid they came across your people, all of them witches or healers. So for the Vikings, you were very unusual.

~~·······~~

You were near the sea collecting algae when you were attacked by Ivar.

He pulled your head back by the hair and placed an ax on your throat. "Show me where the silver is? And where are your warriors hiding?"

Your people did not own any jewelry or coins, not even swords. It was easy for them to kill almost all of you.

“Stop! I want to take her with us. She can mix my herbs. Almost everyone else is dead here.” Hvitserk was so close, that you could smell his sweet breath. “And she’s prettier than my witcher in Kattegat.” He tugged gently on your sleeve, stroked your arm, and then kissed the back of your hand.

~~·······~~

“So why should I trust you, Ivar? You could kill me at any time and no one would care.”

“Well, just a few minutes ago, you trusted me completely. But if I wanted to have you killed, I could have easily done it today. I could have chosen the knife instead of the rope.”

He was right, and it was the worst feeling. At least your stubbornness was something you had in common.

“You said those are meant for something else” you pointed to the shiny polished knives on the leather cloth.

"Yes…“ He took a small knife and scratched a line slowly over your bare thigh. “…they are".

You stopped breathing for a brief moment while he guided the knife between your legs. You tried to flee from the sharp blade but the edge of the table stopped you after one step.

“Are you devoted to me?” He pressed himself against you and whispered in your ear.

You bowed your head in agreement.

“So, if you agree, then sit on the table with your hands under your ass.”

“Yes, Ivar.”

“Shhh!” He raised his index finger “Did you hear that? Someone is out there”. He took an ax in his other hand and you were frightened.“Put your clothes on, hurry up!”

One tear fell down your cheek.

Your father promised to take revenge when the Ragnarssons kidnapped you. Was one of his men coming for you? He didn’t know that Kattegat was your home now. Since the day you were captured, you had not spoken to him again. You had only heard rumors that another more powerful witcher had now become king.

“But..Ivar..I-”

“You know about the secret door I told you about. ake a sword with you!” He gave you a quick kiss and pressed your red dress to your chest.“Go! Get out of here!” He commanded and pushed you away.

The dress fell multiple times from your hands clumsily. Your legs were shaking, the tingling sensation in them made you fall on the way. You ran as fast as you could until you reached a place deep in the forest, having no time to process what was happening.

The thin branches on the ground injured your feet and you started bleeding, but the cold of the iced snow stunned the pain so you could keep on fleeing. The dress tore as you stumbled and by the end of your sprint, only a few pieces of fabric covered your skin.

The echo of a man’s scream paralyzed your body. You looked around hoping you could see Ivar following you, but the moonlight wasn’t bright enough to identify anything. Your hands covered your mouth to prevent yourself from wailing. You gasped between your sniffs, but the sadness you felt worrying over Ivar was like a knot that tied your throat. You could hardly breathe and everything started blurring out. The buzzing in your ears became louder and you couldn’t even hear the owls anymore.

The tension in your body ceased when your head hit the thick trunk of a tree.Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips were too heavy to call his name.

It was too late.

#the second part is lost somewhere in the big virtual world in my laptop

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