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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Time passes, Camille and Ivar become closer, she's learning the language and finding a sudden interest in becoming a shield maiden, she runs into Hvitserk...

Warnings: fluff (sort of), fighting, weapons.

A/N: Sorry this is shorter than my other chapters! *More notes at the end*

Chapter Four

A few days have passed since I was married to Ivar, that night had only strengthened our relationship despite how nothing happened besides cuddling. I learned how to make Scandinavian foods that most men in Kattegat loved, and it was true, Ivar's plates were always completely finished off.

He was more comfortable with me helping him with his braces, and he forgave me whenever I accidentally hurt him, just like I had only minutes ago when I was helping him strap his braces onto his legs.

He was sitting next to me on the bed, tightening the last strap into place and then sighing and falling on his back onto the soft mattress. I smiled, lightly laughing and falling next to him, resting my head on his arm.

After a few seconds I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it, "I am sorry," he said and I turned my head to look at him with a quirked eyebrow, "You have already learned it from my brother's whore, I cannot give you what every woman wants... a child."

"I hope this does not offend you, but, how do you know that?" I asked, propping myself on my elbow. He slowly rolled his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Well, because I could not please the only woman I ever made love to. It would not work." He said quietly and my expression softened.

"Ivar it was only one woman, you do not know for sure if it was her, or you that was the problem."

"I'm sure it was me." He said, his bottom lip tightening into a frown. "And I'm sure it was her. You say she used to sleep with many other men before she married Ubbe?"

He nodded his head. "Then it is not your fault that a whore could not make your cock work." He almost laughed, the frown disappeared off his face and he lolled his head over to face me.

"Are you saying it was because I did not find her good enough to sleep with?" He copied my position, resting on his side propped up by his elbow now. I shrugged, "Possibly." He hummed, nodding his head.

"She is the, only one?" I asked curiously, a small smile on my face and he wiped his palm over his face, nodding his head once again. "Why are you sounding so fascinated by this?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"How can you be so certain you are incapable when you've only tried once, and that was so long ago also!" I exclaimed, waving my hand. His cheeks heated and he shrugged, looking away and laying on his back.

I scooted closer, resting on his chest and watching his face as he flicked his eyes at me with a confused expression, "What?" He asked, his tone growing higher. "I am your wife am I not?"

"Yes, what-" I shushed him, "We should try it." I said simply and he got quiet, slowly shaking his head, he gently pulled me off his chest and sat up, slumping his shoulders. "I have business to attend to."

I frowned, sitting up as well and watching as he pushed himself onto his feet and grabbed his cane off the wall, swinging open the cabin door and leaving. I cursed myself for even bringing up the topic, technically it was him but I pried when I shouldn't have.

After sulking in rejection for a good while, I decided I would try and forget about him for the afternoon and wander Kattegat. I carefully pulled my pelt over my shoulders as to not ruin my hair and then set out.

My language was getting better, I was taught simple phrases like hello, no, goodbye, and other things like that. The air was somewhat warm, though clouds lingered low to the earth above the town, making me wonder how heavy they were with rain.

I tried not to stare at those who stared at me, too many pagans hate me already. I mean, everyone hated Rollo, a pagan who supposedly converted and was then arranged to marry a princess? I hated him.

None of these pagans know me, they think they know me because I'm a French princess that hates being a slight bit dirty. I know they think I'm disgusted by their ways, and for a little while I was but I grew a deep respect for their devotion to their gods.

They sacrifice almost daily and dedicate their own ways of life to fulfilling the purpose the gods made them for, they are a lot like Christians in a way, but more violent and ruthless.

I've been finding that I don't miss my old life, not at all. Living in a home with my own husband and doing actual work is doing me good, I'm glad I won't have to live with my father ever again.

"Er du interessert i dette?" A woman said, standing behind a table filled with trinkets and some clothes. I translated one word, interested. I stepped over, carefully examining her trinkets assorted on pelts.

I smiled, pointing at a concealed knife, about the length of my hand. She nodded, picking it up and pulling out the knife halfway. The blade was pale silver and shined in the light.

The handle had delicate pears poking out along one side, the knife looked like it had never been used before. I reached into my pocket and took out a few coins, her eyes widened at them and then pointed at the smallest copper one.

"Dette er mer enn nok." She said while shaking her head. I gave it to her and she beamed at me, I nodded my head. "Thank you," I say, tucking the blade in its case inside my pocket and leaving.

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"Skjoldjomfru." I repeated, I know she is pretending to not understand me. Shield maiden is what I said. I want her, Torvi, to teach me to be a shield maiden.

Torvi sighed, leaning against the wooden pole of the pavilion where she was just practicing with her son, axe in hand as she considered my request. She scanned her eyes over my apparel.

"You are not dressed to be able to fight." She said and turned away, "Then let me watch for a while!" I argued, pulling her to face me. Her eyes were narrowed as she glanced over the pavilion and the parts of town she could see.

She was looking for Ivar. Perhaps she thinks Ivar would be upset if he learned his little wife was learning to fight back, no, he wasn't like that.

"I don't know where he went." I replied as best I could, she half nodded, biting her cheek and then nodded again, more rough this time. "You may watch, princess."

I smiled and shuffled back to the pole, hugging my arms to my ribs to keep in the warmth. I watched as Torvi and her son circled each other, small smiles on their lips.

I admired their connection, Torvi seemed young to have a son in his teenage years, but that seems to only strengthen their relationship. Her son strikes first, lunging his blade toward her armored shoulder and she quickly dodged away. My eyes widened, realizing they were fighting with real, sharpened weapons.

As Torvi darted away from his attack she spun around, bringing her axe down only to be met with his shield. I found myself picking my nails, so engrossed in their training that it made me nervous to see who would come out with a victory.

I felt a presence next to me, slightly glancing to my left to get a glimpse of them, it was Hvitserk.

This chapter obv isn't as good as the other ones but I'm working on it, I took a break for a bit so my posting routine will probably be irregular so please bear with me.

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I'm halfway through chapter four and I've been trying to think of what to write but I am having major writers block so PLEASE put in suggestions I will do anything 😭😭

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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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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille's first night in Kattegat is spent in argument and stress, she's prepped for the wedding, Ivar and Camille are wed.

Warnings: stress, fluff

Sorry for the long wait, took me longer to finish up and this chapter is sort of long 👀

Chapter Three

I promised Ivar I would tell him what Margretthe had told me after the feast, he worried so much that he dragged me away early. I sat on the bed, watching him nervously as he stood in front of me.

"Now tell me. What did Margretthe tell you." His eyes glowed blue, bluer than I'd ever seen them. I shook my head, "Ivar when I tell you, you must know that I do not believe her!"

I pleaded for him to at least calm down or prepare to not be angry with me. He grunted, looked away and shook his head. "Just tell me woman." His tone was lighter, more begging than demanding.

I swallowed, my eye lids fluttering as I blinked and I took a deep breath. "She told me you were unable to have sex." I whispered, drawing my eyes away from his and staring down at my hands.

After I told him, he stomped into the dark room with the small cot inside. I did not see him when I woke up, I had not changed out of my dress when I fell asleep.

I looked down at the ruffled dress, cursing myself for sleeping in it. Because Ivar was gone, I assumed he wouldn't have a dress for me to wear so I put on one of mine from England.

The men from the boat had brought my chest to Ivar's home last night during the feast, I smiled to myself as I pulled out one of my red dresses. It was simpler than my others and I wouldn't mind if it got dirty.

It still had not registered in my brain the seriousness of my situation, my thoughts on being married to a violent man for the rest of my life were calm and I don't think I know how to react to it yet.

I had my hand on the door when I froze, remembering the only two people who knew my language were both individuals that I did not want to be near. Margretthe's message still confused me.

She seemed sort of happy that I was aware of it now, but I still do not believe it to be true. Ivar had called her a whore, it shocked me he would use such words for his brother's wife.

I know Ubbe respected me, he seemed sad that I would have to marry Ivar, "You're loss of innocence", is what my sister cried to me about. She valued her fair sister above all else and she made sure I knew that.

A knock on the door brought me away from my thoughts, and I was still standing next to the door when it sounded. I cracked the door, then opened it fully when I saw it was Lagertha and Torvi with a few other women. They gave me warm smiles and beckoned me out to follow them.

Again with the broken French, "Prepare... Wedding." Where the only real words Lagertha said, I smiled, my brows furrowed in confusion before I nodded my head, smiling.

I shut the door behind me, Lagertha pulled on my arm, holding me close next to her. I dreaded not knowing her language, I had a month to learn or at least try but I insisted it would be fine. As if a language barrier wouldn't cause any problems.

I kept my eyes down as we walked through the muddied town, various townspeople staring openly as the shield maidens escorted me. A few times I looked up, only to be met with the narrowed eyes of Vikings.

I had no idea what the standards were for a pagan wedding, no doubt much different than a Christian wedding. For example; a cross, a priest, anointing, and reciting prayers.

I dodged puddles of mud and followed the queen up the steps of a small home near the woods. The door creaked open and the translator was inside, a different one though.

Ragnar had brought this man to Paris with him, and this wanderer explained that he was neutral. Now that this odd looking man was back in Kattegat, he was being put back into use by translating.

I took a seat in front of his and the shield maidens remained outside except for Lagertha. There were a few other women entering the room from a separate room. They had red paint on their faces and black chalk surrounding their eyes.

One woman was holding a dress, pure white with a halo of twigs and flowers placed on top of it. Lagertha said something, gesturing to the dress and then looking at the translator. I looked at him expectantly.

"They are going to clean and dress you now." He said and I stood up, the queen guiding me to a room. The room had a metal tub off to the side and steam slowly rose to the ceiling. I looked around awkwardly as they waited for me to remove my dress and shoes.

The only two women that have ever bathed me were my mother and my old maid who I made stop when I turned fifteen so you can imagine my surprise when the painted women went to work scrubbing me completely.

I finally pushed them away when they insisted on rag drying my entire body and did it myself in private thanks to a curtain. The dress was slid onto me and they stitched the parts that were too loose.

I had no garments underneath which I thought was completely absurd, the feeling of being completely naked under a dress did not make me feel comfortable to say the least.

They sat me on a stool and stood around me with bowls or string and began putting my hair in braids, drawing runes in a line from my bottom lip to my chin. My brown hair was strung up in several intricate designs and knots.

They smudged black around my eyes just like theirs and then took to my hands and removed all dirt from under my nails that might have accumulated. I was surprised with how gentle they were being with me, they all had strong stern features and sharp noses.

All very beautiful, nothing at all like the screaming shield maidens I saw at my home gate covered in my peoples blood. Once they finished my appearance they took a clear fluid from a bowl and touched my neck, wrists and some parts of my legs with a few drops of it.

It smelled amazing, almost like a perfume but it was applied similarly to how a person is anointed. "What is that?" I asked, looking at them all and pointing at the bowl then they all looked at the translator. "A scent?" He replied with a shrug.

After an hour of what seemed like endless translating of rules of a North wedding, I was allowed some alone time in the bedroom of this random house they brought me to.

I looked around, eyeing the bed that was begging me to take a nap but instead going to the mirror. I didn't look bad, I never thought braids would look so good on me.

My mind finally drifted to my future husband, dear Ivar. His strange temper and irritable mood swings made me just want to die. Knowing that I'm about to swear my life over to a man, who probably lacks the proper qualities to bear children, and has the worst anger issues ever is just great.

Ivar wasn't even the slightest bit ugly, which made it harder for me to swallow the fact that he was insane.

I clenched the shield in my hands, huffing at the weight but keeping my eyes on the shield maidens circling me and the clamor in the great hall coming from the townsfolk who supported this merge of kingdoms.

There was music that could barely be heard over the cheering, it was ethereal, enchanting, and echoed in the long room. My breathing was ragged and I was struggling to keep my feet planted and not run out of here.

I lowered the shield, holding it in front of me and the group of shield maidens slowly parted and one handed a shield to the violent man approaching me. My mind was racing, trying to remember whatever Lagertha had told me via translator.

Ivar stood directly in front of me now, looking down at me with the most dangerous expression I'd ever seen him give me. Though it wasn't quite a look of anger, more like want or neediness.

A metal sword was put in my hands and the shield was taken, and Ivar had his own sword too now. I held the sword up, facing it with his and a man covered in white and black paint on his face sprayed blood onto our faces.

We made promises, recited old Norse and I thanked God for helping me remember the words, and then he took our swords and the next thing I knew Ivar was kissing me.

The hands on my hips and his nose brushing against mine sent my senses into overload and my eyes closed in a panic and my mind jumbled, immediately forgetting the next steps.

But did I really need to follow a guide when he was kissing me? My hands shook as I placed them on either side of his face, the scruff of his short facial hair scratching at my hands and my lips involuntarily danced back with his.

He picked me up, carefully spinning me as our lips were interlocked. When my feet hit the ground and he pulled his head away from mine, I moved closer, not wanting to break the kiss but chose to pull away shortly after.

He held me next to him, one hand on my waist against his and the people all cheered, I watched his face. Focused and narrowed, glancing down at me and then looking away, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. The sudden reminder of how kissing Ivar felt made me tense up, a blush heating my cheeks and a twinge hit my stomach.

The feast was huge, many options of food and drink were displayed everywhere in the long room but I resisted the urge to pile them all on my plate. I was lucky the women who had prepared me gave me food, I was sitting in that stool for hours.

I sat next to Ivar at the head of the table in the long room and we were immediately draped with the pelt of a bear and he shifted closer to me, his shoulder pressing comfortably into mine and his brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk sat next to us.

They're glowing eyes watching me as their lips moved incoherently to Ivar who seemed undeniably bothered by what they were saying. He sighed and turned his head to me, "Are you ready to leave?" He whispered close to my ear.

Hvitserk narrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, looking over his shoulder and I nodded my head. Ivar shoved the pelt away, grabbing his crutch that he hasn't used for the whole ceremony, and then held my waist as we walked out of the long room followed by whoops and cheers.

We stepped off the short stairs of the long room and we were immediately met with the sharp and chilly air of Kattegat. His hand swiftly raised around my shoulders and held me tighter against him.

I placed one arm around his torso, holding onto him with one hand and lifting my dress with the other to prevent it getting any dirtier. I glanced up at my now husband, a look of wonder resting on my face due to how neutral he was being.

He seemed upset but not at me, perhaps it has something to do with what his brothers were saying. I can imagine the stress of overbearing siblings, Gisla was not always so loving and caring.

When I was younger it was all about teaching me to be a princess, and I understand that but she put me through so much. I think it was because our mother was gone and no one was responsible enough to really raise me as a daughter of a king.

She was too hard on herself and I regret not letting her know how much I appreciate her sacrifices before I had been shipped away. I don't expect her to be angry with our father forever, she loves him and will learn that I am just as fine and responsible as she is.

But brothers seem much different than sisters, thankfully I only have a brother-in-law and he was kind enough, but the sons of Ragnar, the ones who always got the most blood on their faces in battle, they must be hard on Ivar.

Because Ubbe is Margretthe's husband I wonder if he knew that Ivar could supposedly "not bear children", and if he did, did he even care enough to protect his youngest brother's reputation?

Ivar opened the door for me and I brushed past him into our home. He shut the door and walked past me, removing his pelt coat and then he was about to shuffle into the smaller room, muttering a goodnight but I quickly stopped him.

"Wait," I started, my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, eyebrows raised in question. "Why do you sleep in there?" I asked, my tone was soft and he could tell I was being genuine.

His eyelids fluttered and he looked away, "Tell me, Ivar. " I said, wanting him to look at me as I put my hand on the side of his face to make him face me. "You are disgusted by me," he said, dipping his head down, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as you."

"Ivar." I said incredulously, now putting both of my hands on either side of his face. "I am not one bit disgusted by you," I looked into his eyes, "What I said last night, I did not mean it."

His expression softened and I felt the skin on his face warm, "Really?" He whispered and I shook my head. "I was upset it was not right of-" my sentence was muffled by his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, poking his head into the crook of my neck.

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Hello!

Part three of Never In A Thousand Years will be posted in 2/3 days, something happened and I need a bit to recoup so bear with me. 😁

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille and Ivar arrive in Kattegat, Ivar is angry with Camille, a feast is hosted in the long room and Camille receives interesting news from Ivar's previous lover.

This is gonna be a slow burn sort of sorryyy 😁

Warnings: violence, anger

Chapter 2

Gisla was crying, spitting curses at the pagan men who loaded my items onto the boat. I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my confusing thoughts concerning Ivar.

I have gone much farther with men than I have with him, all we did was kiss for a few minutes and then he storms off, most men that I kiss beg to be able to stay the night with me, not run away.

I decided that I would not ask the reason, maybe he was saving our first time for our marriage night? Still that would not explain why he had been so rude, pushing me away and huffing like an angry bull...

Gisla wrapped her arms around me once more, "do not let them ruin your heart dear sister!" She wept, tears streaming down her perfect face and Rollo eventually pulled her away.

I did not hug my father, I told him goodbye and that I wished to never see his face again. Ivar, now standing beside me with his crutches, placed a hesitant hand on my bicep and guided me carefully onto the dock.

He stepped into the boat first, then held out his hand, not meeting my eyes as his other hand went to my hip as I hopped down into the boat. It creaked under the weight of the many men aboard, most of which were taking seats behind oars and glaring or smirking up at me.

I stuck next to Ivar and his hand found my bicep again, pulling me to the back end of the ship. There were animal pelts laid down and the back walls went up higher as they peaked to form a spike which resembled a sea creatures tail, similar to the beasts head at the front.

I watched as Ivar removed his own cloak adorned in pelts and hung it over my shoulders, tying it so it should stay in place. "Won't you be cold?" I started before he turned around.

He looked back at me, looking in my eyes for the first time since last night and then shaking his head. Instead of turning to leave again he waved at the pelts, "Sit, we are leaving now and I want my bride to be comfortable."

"Only if you sit with me, I want the same for you." I replied and he sighed, glancing at the big pole in the center of the boat where one of his brothers stood watching. He nodded his head, muttering fine and then we sat.

I folded my legs next to me, leaning my back on his shoulder, he tensed, taking a deep breath through his nose. We remained like that for the rest of the trip, eventually I fell asleep, curled up in his cloak that did not fit me well due to the size difference between he and I.

The sound of cheering and clapping caused me to open my eyes, looking around almost afraid as I forgot where I was, my eyes landed on Ivar, who was still behind me. His eyes were narrowed and I stood up, looking around as the boat was tied to the dock.

There were many people waiting for us, Lagertha, the most famous shield maiden, Hvitserk, and two blonde women standing next to Lagertha. Bjorn Ironside lept off the boat, enveloping his mother into a tight hug. His wife Torvi followed him, then Ubbe.

Ivar struggled to pull himself up with his braced legs, denying the hand I held out and taking it with his left hand once he was fully balanced. He held his crutch in his right hand and I followed him off the boat.

His hand found its way to my hip, his thumb hanging dangerously close to the lower of my navel. I carefully stepped off the ramp, taking Ivar's bicep and letting him introduce me to the Queen of Kattegat.

Lagertha held out her arms, pulling me into a hug, forcing me to release Ivar's arm. "Welcome princess." She said warmly, pulling away and placing my arm in hers as we walked down the dock.

My eyes widened as she spoke my tongue, "How much have you learned?" I asked with a faint smile, she frowned, shrugging and looking at Ivar. Ivar glared at her, his nostrils flared as he translated through gritted teeth.

Before Lagertha could come up with a response Ivar was pulling me through the parting crowd, suffering through his limp. "Ivar where are you taking me?" I whispered into his ear.

"We are going to our home." He replied, glancing back at me. He took me through the town until we reached a larger hut, he swung open the door, pulling me in front of him, almost making me trip onto the hardwood floor.

As I stumbled in and regained my balance, I turned and glared at him. "What is wrong with you!" I shouted, he grunted in response while shaking his head he walked over to his dresser.

I had tried to keep my temper, one of the only things I was actually good at, and this man was ruining my streak of calmness. I took deep breaths through my nose, pinching my eyes shut as I turned and sat on the bed.

I heard him rummaging through his drawers, "Answer me you heathen." I snapped again, he whipped his head around, glaring down at me on the bed and his nostrils flared once more.

My expression dropped and I cast my eyes to the floor, giving up once more on trying to talk to him. Just like the other night when I attempted to help him as he left my chambers.

"You know nothing. You are just a spoiled little girl, raised in a palace." He shouted, almost to himself but obviously directed towards me. "You can't get your way with one man, and you act like you are better than everyone."

My eyebrows lowered in confusion and I stood, "You think I wanted to be with you? A cripple?" I screamed, my face burning bright with embarrassment for actually wanting to feel something for him.

His expression dropped as well, and he swiftly made his way over to me, he grabbed my jaw, angling my face upwards so it was inches from his. My red cheeks deepened and I looked into his eyes desperately.

His thumb dug into my jaw, my face puffed from his hand and my eyes started to well with tears because of how angry I was. He stared in my eyes, his own eyes started to tint a light pink.

"You do not, talk to me like that." My hand gripped his wrist, my other dug into his neck to try and push him away but I was not strong enough. "You are just as I said you are."

"Until you prove me wrong, you are just my useless wife from now on." With those bitter words he pushed me away and grabbed something from the dresser.

"You will put this on, and we will walk to the long room together." He carefully laid a dress on the bed, staring at it for a second before leaving the one room to another through a blanketed door.

The dress was cream colored, and it looked as if the bottom was altered to be shorter. There were intricate designs and beaded patterns over the breast and hips of the dress, it was very beautiful.

I changed quickly, turning to a mirror that looked much too nice and furnished for a Viking village, they must have taken it from England. I watched myself from all angles, looking over my figure in the snug cream dress.

I began to wonder why this ill tempered man would have such beautiful dresses in his home. Perhaps he had a previous lover, that passed and he honored her by keeping her belongings?

I moved away from the mirror, scanning over the items that decorated this Norse home; runes, tapestries, and various weapons spread around the one room. I did notice there were three other doors, also covered by blankets like the one Ivar had disappeared to.

I peered through one of the doors, it was focused around one table. I only noticed one chair, does he eat his meals alone? There were herbs and other earthy foods strung up on the ceiling next to a window, or what looked like a window. They had no glass here in Kattegat.

I dropped the blanket, turning to the other door and opening it for my view. It was dark but I could make out a small cot next to a wall and many animal hides and skins were scattered or hung up.

Why would he have two beds in his home? I assume this smaller room with the cot was made for me, he is probably disgusted by me. Maybe he already knew I would be ugly or an unpleasant wife and planned for a dark bedroom where he wouldn't have to see me at night.

"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind, I gasped, jumping as I spun around to find Ivar mere inches away from me. He stood shirtless, holding his crutch in one arm and a tunic in the other.

"Forgive me, Ivar." I said quickly, "I was only exploring." I added and he sighed, his eyes flicking all over my face and landing on my lips, then quickly back up to my eyes.

"We are leaving now." He said and pulled the tunic over his head, straightening his braids and holding out his arm which I cautiously took. He pushed open the door with his crutch, which I was just now realizing had a knife at the end of it. Ivar said earlier that we were leaving for the "long room", whatever that is.

My hand rested on his bicep, even through the rough leather of his tunic I could feel the muscle and my mind finally registered that I had just seen him shirtless only moments before.

He had tattoos over his chest like dragons and they spread to his shoulders, most likely over his back as well. His chest and torso were well defined and the lighting had cast shadows over his abdominal muscles in a way that flattered him perfectly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, scolding myself for ever letting my father order me around and making me marry a Norse man. The only other person here who spoke my language was Ivar, it is possible that someone else had learned but I doubt it.

Others were mingling inside the long room, laughing with each other and slamming curved horns filled with ale together in celebration. My grip on Ivar's bicep tightened as he limped his way to the back of the room near Lagertha who was perched on her throne with her lover Astrid next to her.

Ivar sat on the bench, carefully swinging his stiff legs over it and laying his crutch on the ground. I sat next to him, still wary of his mood. His eyebrows were furrowed as he glanced past me at Lagertha, only causing me more confusion.

A woman sat across me, she had bright blonde hair, I recognized her from the docks, Ubbe had kissed her, she must be Margretthe, Ubbe's wife. She smiled warmly at me, glancing at the angry man next to me.

I smiled back, "Come." She said in broken french and grasped my hand, pulling me to my feet and away from my future husband to a dark spot in the room. She cornered me so her back was to the people.

"What is it?" I asked confusedly and she waved over an older man, he did not look Norse, more like a traveler like the one Ragnar had brought to Paris. He had an eerie smile on his face.

"she has something she wants to tell you about Ivar the boneless." He said in a perfect accent, looking at Margretthe and she leaned up and whispered in his ear.

She giggled as she backed away, glancing over he shoulder and I looked past her as well, only to see Ivar glaring at her. "She wishes to inform you that you will not be able to conceive children while you are with Ivar." He said in a hushed tone.

I glared up at him, "What do you mean? He is a man, is he not?" I asked and he shrugged, "He is boneless, so much that it affected his," he pointed downward and my eyes angled more in anger.

"I do not like what you are saying, it is untrue." I spat at Margretthe who was told by the translator what I had said. She put her hands up in defense, saying something in Norse and walking away.

I sat back down next to Ivar who watched me expectantly, his eyes narrowed as if he expected me to tell him something. "What did that whore tell you." He said also hushed, I shook my head.

"Nothing Ivar," I did not want to upset him anymore than I have. "You must tell me." He said, leaning in and breathing heavily through his nose.

#vikings #norse mythology #pagan #ragnar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader #midieval

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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.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #pagan #norse mythology #fanfiction #smut #paris #ragnar lothbrok #ubbe ragnarsson

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—Different Person—

-Tommy Slater-

Warnings: smut, first time (f), oral (m&f receiving), rough sex, praise, ass slapping, rough tommy, fingering, brief mention of blood (at very end)

You'd just got done swimming with Alice and her boyfriend Arnie, both had insisted on skinny dipping but you didn't want to get any of the lake leaches on the important parts of your body. "Y/n how do I get to be buff like you?" Alice joked and gave you a playful shove, you rolled your eyes. "It's in my genetics."

"no I'm kidding, I just work out Al, but you're too busy getting high all the time to try." She knew you were joking otherwise she would have punched you. "Yeah yeah, at least it's fun." She waved her hand. "Me and Arnie are gonna head back to our bunk, have fun with your buddy Tommy." Her and Arnie walked off and you left for your cabin too.

You and Tommy were assigned bunk mates along with the other camp leaders, but since most of the other leaders were out supervising the color war, it was just you two tonight and you were in charge of making decorations for the mess hall. He was late by the looks of it, when you entered the cabin you switched on the light, the box of decorations still unpacked on the table.

You sighed and crouched next to the short table, if he was gonna be late you were gonna get a head start. You'd tell him how he owes you later.

Streamers, colored paper, glitter, paper letters, crayons, mini mascot flags, a camp Nightwing banner and some bandanas. You started to sort them into piles and before you knew it you were asleep on the floor.

As you slowly woke back up you found Tommy sitting across from you leaning against the wall, a blank expression on his face. "Thomas?" You asked as you sat up, his eyes drifted to you and he licked his lips. "Thomas, what's up with you dude?" You said more seriously.

He grabbed your throat in a blur, pulling you towards him and engulfing you in a harsh kiss. You gasped and pried his hand off your neck, "Tommy seriously what the fuck is wrong with you?" You snapped and jumped to your feet, he copied your movement, rushing towards you again.

"my problem is I fucking need you." He whispered and this time you welcomed the kiss that he planted on your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand became tangled in your hair, his other hand lowering to your ass and squeezing your right cheek. You didn't change out of your bathing suit from the swim and your hair was still damp.

He bit your bottom lip, dragging his teeth across the soft flesh as he asked for entrance. You parted your lips, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, exploring you, tasting you, wanting you. He groaned into you as he pushed his hips into yours, you pushed up his shirt, exposing his toned torso.

You licked your lips as he tore off his shirt and you happily went to work on his chest, sucking and kissing every inch of his exposed skin. His smell was intoxicating and you couldn't help but moan as he praised you.

"You're such a good girl Y/n, your pretty little mouth feels so good baby." Tommy was different tonight, you noticed. He was never this demanding, or arousing before. Though you had to admit it, you liked it. Before this you and Thomas were nothing more than two partners at a summer camp. You've known him forever and this was a regular summer event, seeing him, wanting him, and doing nothing about it. Not until this year. It was like something possessed him.

After leaving several purple marks on his chest, you stood up straight again, his hand snaking its way from your ass to your neck. He pushed you onto one of the beds so your legs dangled off, you rested on your elbows and watched as he kneeled between your legs, his heavy eyes glued to your face as he watched your reaction to what he was doing.

He pulled the strings on either side of your hips and held the bikini bottom in his hand, bringing it to his face, soaking in the smell of you, the enticing smell that caused him to growl as he inhaled your scent. You found yourself blushing, slightly closing your legs at the length of exposure of your private parts.

This caused him to growl again, deeper, "don't." He said darkly and pushed your legs as wide as they would go without hurting. He stared at you, quivering with nerves right in front of him. The fact that he made your pussy this wet, made your cheeks so red, made your legs shake, made his dick harden. The sudden uncomfortable feeling in his pants made him stand and shove them off his legs, only left in his boxers as he kneeled before you again.

He exhaled as he stared at your exposed body, loving how vulnerable you were. He leaned his head down, licking a stripe up your slit and planting himself firmly on your clit. You gasped as his tongue worked wonders on you, pressing and swirling on the most sensitive part of your body.

This time he didn't bother with the strings as he yanked off your bikini top, he gripped your left breast, kneading it as his tongue slipped in your entrance. A soft sigh left your lips, he noticed this and smirked against you, his lustful eyes watching you. He liked the noises you made, he wanted you to make more noises like that, just for him. He decided you were only his from now on, only he could see you like this, touch you like this, taste you like this and want you like he does.

He pressed his free hand on your lower abdomen, his thumb circled your clit and he moved his index finger to pull the hood of your clit up, making the bundle of nerves open and free for him to torture. His thumb went back to work, slowly increasing pressure on you and slowly enticing those sweet delicious sounds out of your red lips.

He moved his head away, the hand that was groping your breast now working a finger into your sex, exploring your soft walls and finding the second spot that made your squirm the most. Inserting a second finger, he continued to play with this, spot. Relishing in the way your face contorted in pleasure. His cock was aching to be released from the band of fabric holding it pressed against his abdomen, he wanted to touch himself but he was so infatuated with touching you.

He curled his fingers inside you and increased the speed on your clit. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, finally earning the best noise from you, a loud moan as you so desperately reached your orgasm. He smirked, biting his tongue on the left side of his mouth, noting how your breathing became heavy and how your eye lids fluttered closed.

"are you gonna cum for me baby?" He thrust his fingers faster and pressed harder on your sensitive nub, "are you gonna cum on my fingers like a good little girl? Huh?" He bit his lip, wanting nothing more than for you to unravel at his hand. "mhmm" you moaned in response, your back arching and your hips rolling as you practically exploded onto his fingers.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at what he made you do, something wet had covered his chest, your hand flew to your mouth as you realized what you'd done, you'd squirted on his chest. You covered your face in embarrassment, but there was no time for you to be embarrassed, Tommy was pulling you to your feet but quickly lowered you onto your knees.

"I pleased you, it'd be wonderful if you returned the favor." He whispered and brushed his fingers in your hair, grabbing a handful and leaning your head towards his groin. You gulped, understanding what he meant and fully willing to do it but the sight in front of you scared you.

His confined member was twitching behind the fabric and as you placed a shaky hand on him you felt the warmth and hardness of his dick. You slowly stroked him, already becoming stimulated again at the thought of doing this to him. "Stop being a fucking tease, Y/n." He groaned, you looked up at him and nodded.

You put both your hands in the band of his boxers and pulled them down his legs, he was so close to you, and so big. His dick was touching your lips, the length of him closing the distance between you two. You looked up at him again, nervous because you've never done this before. You parted your lips, carefully taking in his tip, it was a slight struggle keeping your jaw so open, you didn't want your teeth hurting him.

You sighed, pulling back and staring up at Tommy. "Nervous huh? Just get it wet and I'll help you with the rest." He pulled your face back close to his member, you nodded and took him in your hand, licking up the shaft and spreading your saliva along his dick.

"Good girl," he praised. "Now open that pretty little mouth." His grip on your hair tightened and he lowered your lips onto his shaft, pushing himself deeper until he was touching the back of your throat but he wasn't fully in. You gagged, your cheeks flushing a bright red color. You looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes as he finally allowed you to take a breath.

He groaned, the smirk leaving his face and replaced with a stone cold expression. He stroked your cheek, admiring your beauty before he picked you up, he laid you on one of the beds again and kneeled in front of you. He lifted your legs so both your calves were over his shoulders, he kissed your knees, rubbed your thighs, and inhaled your scent.

He moved your legs again so now you were wrapped around his waist, his cock now resting between your folds. He slowly pumped himself slowly and guided it to your entrance. "Wait," you stopped him and placed a hand on his chest, "I've never done this before." You sternly told him, he nodded, you noticed his blank expression never falters, he continues guiding himself into you.

His tip alone was thick enough to make you whimper, you bit your lip. He pushed until you were completely pressed together, his whole length inside of you, his breath shuddered and his chest heaved as he gripped your thighs. His eyes pinched shut, "God, you're so tight." He moaned, the more humane expression returning to his face, as if he snapped back to the current situation.

You bit your lip, squirming uncomfortably underneath him and gripping the sheets. "Tommy," you winced, trying not to move your lower body as much to hold back any movement that could cause you more pain. He held either side of your face gently, looking down at where you're bodies connected and shushing you quietly.

"it's okay," he reminded you and brushed his thumb over you're still wet bottom lip. "Just let yourself adjust." He said and then placed one of his hands on your lower abdomen again, massaging your clit with his thumb and then stroking you're head with his other hand that was just on you're cheek.

You nodded your head and pinched your eyes shut, breathing heavily as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of your entrance. He threw his head back, groaning as his hips stuttered for a second. You hoped he wouldn't suddenly pick up his pace and put you through more pain.

"tommy?" You had an idea that would maybe cause you less pain and put you in charge of when you move. "Hmm?" He replied, lazily looking down at you through half lidded eyes. You hesitated for a moment, "can I be on top?" You then asked and he immediately pulled out of you, making you flinch.

"sure baby," he said and then got on the bed, leaning against the wall and grabbing your hips, pulling you over him to straddle his own hips. You nervously sat over him, his hand snaking down his torso and holding his member straight up, gently rubbing the tip over your folds as he waited for you to lower yourself on to him.

Once you were ready, he sighed, his eyes also pinching close for a few seconds and then opening again once he was bottomed out inside of you. He wiggled his hips a little, smirking as he watched you adjust and then returned his hands to your waist, "you ready?" You slightly nodded your head, the pain only barely there still.

He started to lift you up and lower you onto his dick, little by little increasing the distance and only becoming more quick and harsher when he heard you moan. You put your hands on his chest for support as you started to bounce on your own, biting your lip as you shut your eyes and slightly moaning as this newly discovered pleasure.

"You're doing so good baby," he whispered in your ear and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him in a hug and he propped his legs up as he began thrusting quickly into you, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing filling the small counselor cabin.

"oh fuck," you whispered, starting to feel the now familiar tightness stretch in your core as his dick hit the spot inside of you that his fingers barely reached. "That feel good baby?" He said in your ear, small moans leaving both of your mouths. You nodded your head in the corner of his neck, panting as your walls clenched around his member. "such a good girl," he said and slapped your ass, "making me feel so good."

He flipped you onto your back, supporting himself with each hand on either side of your face as he still thrusted ruthlessly into you. As you felt the knot stretch farther you arched your back, pinching your eyes shut as they rolled into the back of your head, the knot snapping and coming undone for the second time.

He grunted as you came on his dick, feeling you clench on him gave him unimaginable pleasure, growing his ego as he knew he was making you experience this for the first time in your life. "Good girl," he whispered as he looked down at your twitching frame, relishing in how good you looked underneath him.

Tommy could feel himself grow closer to his release as well, he grunted again, wrapping an arm behind your head and burying his face into the crook of your neck, biting into the soft skin as he felt the pleasure overcoming him. You were too lost in your own orgasm to even think that he was about to have one of his own, so when he unexpectedly pulled out and quickly pumped himself over your stomach, you didn't even notice the white liquid he released on you.

You laid there, panting with your eyes shut as tommy got up from the bed, grabbing a rag from the counselor bathroom and quickly wiping you clean. He tossed the rag in a bin and smirked down at you for a moment, tossing a blanket over you as he dressed himself, grabbing his bloody axe from the porch and slamming the cabin door shut.

#tommy slater #nightwing #fear street #smut #camp camp #rough kink #first time #after care #vintage #cabin

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You? Watching Me?

Summary: it had been two years since Sarah exited the labyrinth and two years since Jareth gave her the crystal as a parting gift. Recently she's been bored and hasn't been able to sleep, so she looks into the crystal and she finds Jareth, lounging in his throne solemnly as the goblins of his city laugh and dance around him. One leg thrown over the arm rest and a hand rested comfortably over his crotch, he looked irresistible. She was tired, clearly not in the right state of mind as she dozed off with crystal in her arms, whispering sleepily to herself. She said, "I wish you were here to comfort me, Goblin King. Only your arms can fulfill my sorrowful thoughts."

She laughed at her words, thinking it was silly at the thought that Jareth had still been paying attention to her after all this time. If only she kept watching that crystal, she would've seen him smile.

Jareth smirked, bringing a hand to cover his joyful face from his goblins. He knew Sarah was having these sleepless nights and he always had the intention to, one day, comfort her. He didn't know that day would be tonight.

So he managed to slip away from the endless party, letting them have their fun. Smirking the entire way to a private area where he would leave to Sarah.

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Sarah's nap felt long, though when she looked at her clock she saw it had only been twenty minutes. As she sat up to wipe the sleep from her eyes, she forgot about the crystal ball which was now rolling away from her into the dark of her room.

Sighing, she stood and began to sleepily walk from her bed. Not in the right state of mind to be watching where she was going, she ended up running into her bed post and falling onto the ground. She groaned and punched the floor.

Crawling over to where the crystal had rolled, trying to avoid the obvious pain in her hip from her bed, she didn't know her room could be so dark. As she felt around, her hand landed on something smooth and round..ish. She moved her hand up and wrapped it around whatever it was that she was touching.

Soon realizing it was a boot, she didn't have enough time to stand as she heard a gravely voice from above her. "Well, is this what you were looking for?" He crouched Infront of her stunned body, his face inches from hers.

"it's not nice to spy, my dear." He grinned, his different colored eyes barely crinkling. Coming to her senses, she backed up slightly, "says the mad man who made me go through a labyrinth to find my baby brother and watched me the entire time!"

He frowned, "what, you mean you didn't like it?" He quickly smiled again, Sarah tried to bury the thought of how pretty his smile was. Obviously doing terrible. He held out his hand, which Sarah reluctantly took. He helped her to her feet and guided her to the window where the moon light was streaming into one side of the room.

He could see her almost fully now, her slightly roughed hair, her eye bags and the purple that slightly tinted them, her loose fitting sleep wear. A button up shirt of course, and shorts that cut off mid thigh. He liked seeing the lazier side of Sarah, even Jareth had a lazy side. He tried to hide it most often though.

"why are you here, Jareth?" She asked, removing her hand from his, slightly frowing from the loss of contact, he leaned against the wall next to the window and turned his head to her. "You summoned me, Sarah. As you watched me. And ha! You? Watching me? I thought it was such a shock."

He put a hand on his chest, "I'm touched." He was obviously teasing her, absolutely relishing at the sight of her cheeks blush. "I was tired!" She argued, folding her arms and staring out her window at the neighborhood.

"are you still, tired, Sarah?" He closed the gap between them and placed a hand on her cheek. Her eyes flicked all around her room then back to his, constantly looking away. She bit her lip as she finally forced herself to keep the eye contact. She didn't want to admit it. It was too embarrassing for her.

But Jareth didn't need her words to confirm her thoughts, he knew exactly what she wanted and this time he planned on fulfilling her, completely. "I want to make my intentions clear, Sarah, and I want to know wether or not you'll want me to do these things." He said sharply and pulled away.

She would've groaned if she wasn't so embarrassed already. But she just watched him as he once again reached out his hand, grabbing hers and pulling her to the bed. "I'm going to touch you," he said as he layed her down. "Make you feel things you've never felt before," he layed on his side next her. He put his hand on her neck dragging it slowly down the unbuttoned gap of her shirt and pulling it up again.

"entice pretty little sounds from your lips," he cupped her jaw and played with her bottom lip with his thumb. "You may want to touch me," he laughed lightly as her hand found its way to his jaw, staring into his eyes with eyes full of want. "I want to touch you." She whispered.

He slowly moved his face to hers placing his lips on hers gently. She moved faster, wrapping an arm around his neck and lazily throwing a leg over his waist. She rolled into of him passionately moving her lips on his, he tried to keep her pace but she was so filled with desire, it was practically spilling out in fast paced actions.

He kept a hand on her jaw and an arm around her back, pulling her body closer to his. Sarah didn't have whole lot of experience with this type of stuff but she was just doing what felt right. She moved a hand to his shirt, feeling for the buttons and hastily unclipping them. He grabbed her wrist, "what on earth are you doing little dove?" He moved her aside and layed her on her back again.

He stood up Infront of her, "I'm going to make sure you don't have to do a thing." He slowly unbuttoned his blouse, the moon casting shadows on his chest and stomach. He kicked off his boots and sighed, he sat kneeled over her legs, his hands finding the buttons of her blouse.

He undid them all and slowly parted it, revealing her chest. She slightly shivered as he leaned down and kissed her bare skin, her neck, collarbone, shoulder, and the soft mounds of her breasts. She bit her lip in a grin at the sensation and arched her back off the plush mattress.

Jareth caressed her sides, softly squeezing the paler parts of her hips, "Jareth," she whispered, "please." She moved one of her hands to his groin, palming him as he touched her. His hips twitched and he chuckled again, "remember what I said, dove." With that he slowly pushed himself down and knelt on the floor with her legs over his shoulders.

He toyed with the band of her shorts and inhaled her sweet scent. "You smell so good my dear." He released the deep breath and proceeded to pull down her shorts, noticing the dents of her hips that protruded. He brushed his hands over all the newly exposed skin and sunk his head down into the soft v, the cause of the sweet smell.

Sarah propped herself on her elbows, intent on seeing this whole experience unfold. She noticed how his nose pressed against her tight nub as he licked and lapped up and down her core. He kept his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, absolutely relishing the taste of her juices. He can't remember the last time he pleased a woman, but the noises Sarah was making were only piling onto his ego.

He gripped and pulled at one of her breasts, kneading it with his palm as he snaked his other hand between them and inserted a finger into her tight entrance. She grinned and threw her head back, placing a hand on the one that he was massaging her breast with. "Oh my god." She moaned and rolled her hips into him.

He thrust two of his fingers in and out, chasing her to the edge so his worst fantasy could come true. Jareth could not pretend this wasn't turning him on, what Sarah couldn't see was how he was rubbing his hips against the bed, yearning for the friction and also chasing his own release.

With a gasp and strong twitch, the coil stretched and snapped, making her a moaning mess as Jareth lapped up all her juices, trying to contain the delicious mess. His fantasy was fulfilled and he was more content than before.

This was sorta short but thank you for reading! I started this a while ago and forgot about it, lmk if you want a part two! :) <3

#jareth #the labyrinth #smut