#Ubbe Ragnarsson smut

[starogeorgina]

Tattered hears

Warning: Smut, hints of abusive marriage, cheating, swearing

Pairing: Ubbe × reader

1.01

The snap of a branch caught your attention. He was getting closer. You still made your movements, knowing if you made any noise, he’d hear you. You try to hear what direction the footsteps have gone, but the forest goes completely silent. You loved this little game of cat and mouse, you being the helpless prey and…

“Ubbe!” You squeal when he pounces from behind and pushes you forward into a tree.

You press your palms against the tree and arch your back so it’s not touching the rest of your body. Your breath hitches as the cool night air nips at your bare skin and as your lover's hand grazes against the back of your legs, then your ass cheek. He palms your ass with one hand, then another, snaking around your front to squeeze at your jaw, slipping his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. After a moment, Ubbe lets go of you to lower his trousers enough for his cock to spring free. He rubs his cock against your cunt, which was still dripping from the previous orgasm he gave you from his mouth. He pounds into you roughly, one hand resting on the tree for balance and the other groping at your breast.

You hold your breath, waiting to see if he notices.

Ubbe abruptly spins you around so your back presses against the tree. The look on his face was hard to read. He lifts you, slides back into you, and pulls down the front of your dress so your heavy breasts are out and swaying with each thrust. Ubbe’s eyes widen as he rubs his thumb over your hard nipple. He lifts his head up to meet your gaze with a wicked grin on his face. “You are with the child again.”

“Y—yes.”

His cock reaches the sweet, soft spot that drives you crazy. You dig your fingers into the back of his neck, savoring the moment. It had been months since you last had him alone, and you weren’t sure when you’d be able to do this again. The bark from the tree scratches you, but it only adds to the thrill of fucking him when you shouldn’t be.

“Is it—”

“It’s your baby, Ubbe,” you say before clashing your lips against his.

He smiles into the kiss and says, “How many children must I give you before your husband notices, hmm?”

Muffled moans fall from your lips; you’re so lost in pleasure that it’s hard to form a sentence. You wrap your arms around Ubbe's, holding him close as he continues to thrust into you until he cums. When he’s recovered from his orgasm, he pulls out and gently places you back on the ground, then falls to his knees. Holding your skirts up, he licks at your clit until you come shaking and crying his name.

As Ubbe fixes your skirt, you catch your breath. He smirks while kissing your clothed body, breathing in your scent until he reaches your chest. He brushes his nose against yours while his fingers fix you back into the top of your dress. He raises his brows and says, “This won’t fit soon. You’ll need to size up to make space for your bump.”

“I know.”

“Does he know?”

You shrug. “I’m unsure; he doesn’t pay much attention.”

Ødger, your husband was almost loved as much as Ragner himself. He was known as a fierce warrior and was old enough to be your father. He was well respected within Kattegat by most, aside from Ubbe and his brothers. They saw who Ødger really was; the only reason they hadn’t killed him was because their mother, Aslaug, the queen of Kattegat, made them promise not to.

“When can I see you again?” You ask. After almost getting caught having sex by Bjorn, you decided to keep a distance between you to throw off any suspicions, but it was hard. Your sneaking around had started as one friend helping another, and now you were in love with someone who wasn’t your husband.

“Tomorrow,” he says, fixing himself back into his trousers. “Me and my brother are going fishing. I could take the boys with us; I get to spend time with them and see you without raising any suspicion.”

“Okay, I look forward to it.”

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this,” he sighs. Ubbe presses his forehead against yours and says, “Leave with me.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. “What?”

“Leave Kattegat with me. We can take the boys and go.” Seeing you look hesitant, Ubbe places your hand on his chest, right above where his heart is. “You love me. I’m the father of your children, not him.”

“Ubbe…”

“Egil and Kåre are my blood, and they should be raised as such.”

Tears swell in your eyes. “Ubbe, please, we had an agreement.”

“What if I told you I wanted to end it? That I want more.” He kisses you passionately. “Elli, I would treat you right; I would give you everything you want.”

You married Ødger too young. And when you failed to fall pregnant, he became violent. The only person you shared the fear of not having children with was Ubbe. Wanting to help you, Ubbe suggested you sleep together until you were with the child. By the age of fifteen, you gave birth to your first child, Egil, and two years later, you gave birth to Kåre. Now, seven years after your secret relationship started, you are pregnant again. Throughout the years, you had hidden the way Ødger treated you, but as your sons got older, you feared for their safety.

“I’m scared,” you admit.

“If you stay with him, I’ll watch over you and the boys from a distance, but I cannot continue doing this. It’s becoming too hard; watching you fake a happy life with someone who doesn’t deserve you is painful for me. Leave Kattegat with me; we can come back one day.”

“What about your mother?”

“My brothers can protect her without me for a few years.”

Looking into Ubbe’s blue eyes, you knew what your decision would be. “I’ll go with you; as long as you promise me, you’ll always keep Egil and Kåre safe from Ødger.”

“I promise.”

—

Your day had gone well; your sons had gone fishing with Ubbe and Hvitzerk. Your eldest Egil was incredibly proud to present you with what he caught. You prepared the meal alone so it would be done faster, promising to show them how to gut a fish the next day. Aslaug had asked you to make her three new dresses in a short space of time. You still needed to collect more plants for dyes and more wool to turn into yarn.

Hearing Ødger’s voice, you told your boys to play outside but not to go off far. Ødger stands behind you, watching as you clean food off the table. He grunts, “We have thrall’s for that.”

“I don’t mind.”

Your husband pushes himself up behind you, causing you to scrunch up your face. Even the mere touch of him caused your skin to crawl. He brushes his mouth against the back of your neck. “I heard Ragnar’s sons were here earlier.”

“They took Egil and Kåre fishing.” You say. Ubbe had briefly discussed the plan he had made for you to leave together when Hvitzerk appeared, cutting the conversation short. Feeling your husbands hands start to grope at your body, you push him away and say, “Ødger, stop.”

“Stop?”

“I’m not in the mood for… that.”

“What?” He frowns.

“I don’t feel well,” you say, trying to walk by him.

Furious, he grabs hold of your wrist to stop you from leaving. “Is it not a wife’s job to please her husband?” When you don’t answer him, his grip tightens. “Speak woman!”

“I don’t feel well because I am with a child.”

Kåre runs inside, interrupting Ødger before he can reply. “Mother, Queen Aslaug is outside.”

Aslaug walks into your home with a smile plastered across her face while holding Egil’s hand. You were convinced she knew the truth about your son's parentage but would never ask. “I just came by to see how the dresses were coming along.” She walks closer to you and says, “My sons told me the good news.”

“My apologies; I haven’t finished the dresses yet.”

She gives you a knowing look, then politely talks to Ødger, but he quickly leaves. When he is gone, Aslaug mumbles something to herself and places her hand on your stomach, her smile fading as she does.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am told very little, but I know everything,” she says quietly. “And I know leaving Kattegat isn’t in your future.”

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[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

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

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

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

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

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

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

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

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

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

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

“I am with child.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

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

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

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

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

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

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

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

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

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

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

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

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

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

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

You nod again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

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

“You look scary.”

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

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

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

“You already do that,” You smile.

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

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

#vikings #vikings imagine #vikings smut #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #ragnar lothbrok #sigurd #sigurd snake in the eye #hvitserk x you #hvitserk x reader #vikings ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader

[literaryuppsala]

Hello ❤ got a request. Can you please write about reader that used to be married to rollo and one day he just fucks off without telling the reader. Years later he got informed that the reader had gotten pregnant and that it was his child. Rollo wants to go back to be with his "family" but to do that he has to go through a trail of sorts. He agrees to it without knowing what it is. The trail being, him chained to the bed and having to watch as the reader gets fucked by everybody of the ragnarson family. He is close enough where he can hear and see everything but he is not allowed to touch the reader. And at the end he found out that the reader has gotten remarried to ubbe/bjorn/maybe even ragnar??? And that his child doesn't even know him and he gets kicked out 🤤😌

You can choose to do either just the men of the family including ragnar cause I want to see rollo suffer or you can choose to have the mothers/ wives with them.if you want to, have the reader blind folded so she has to guess who it is ❤

Basically make rollos life hell 😂

What a ride... I guess I never wrote something like that, I am THRIVING, it's filthy, it's messy, has a lot of fluids, and dude it took me forever to finish, like always... Anyways, I hope you like it AND YOU WATCHED THE PROCESS SO BE NICE TO ME! Thank you for your ask babe, have fun you pervert.

Warnings: ALL OF THE WARNINGS POSSIBLE, it's complete filth, pure smut, but with a little plot, not a lot, just a little to give context.

Minors, stay the hell away from this one, I'm not joking.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen.

You were very young when you first met Ragnar and his brother Rollo. Your eyes crossed paths with them on one of their first meetings with your father, Horik. They were handsome, strong warriors, such a sight when you first saw them, caught your attention very quickly. The meetings ended up with an alliance, Horik and Ragnar decided to raid together in England, returning to Norway filled with treasures and a promise of land. 

A feast was prepared to celebrate, the treasures were shared between everyone but Rollo wanted something else, he wanted more. You didn’t mind at first when his eyes caught yours in the middle of the night, didn’t mind when he approached you and offered a cup of ale, you talked until everyone else was already passed out around you and you ended up in his bed that night. 

You really thought he loved you, he proposed to your father who gladly accepted and you married him just a few months later that night. He moved you to Kattegat, bought you a house and introduced you to his family until It became yours. But things changed, he changed. One day you heard about a woman he had in his life, someone he loved but died years before, and you thought that was the reason, that he couldn’t love you completely because part of his heart died with her and you learned to live like that. 

But Rollo was a different man, to be married to him wasn’t easy, he was demanding, ambitious, always thought he should be doing greater things, that he should be bigger. After years of marriage he became very distant and despite having his way with you every night, you were never able to conceive, you thought to yourself that something was wrong with you, that the gods made you that way and that was another reason for your husband to treat you like that. 

“I went to see the healer.” You told him one night. “She gave me a few herbs that can help.”  

“The gods cursed me.” He mumbled. “An empty woman who can not give me any child.” 

Ragnar was the one to always cheer you up, saying that you weren’t the problem, but his brother. He wouldn’t make a good father, he’d say, the gods won’t give him a child to raise. You never told Rollo about these conversations, he hated his brother and the fact that after Horik’s death, he became the king, something he thought belonged to himself. 

 “Your brother was looking for you.” You warned him as you put his plate in front of him at the table. 

“He came here?” He asked without looking at you. 

“Yes, he said It was important.” You continued. “I think it is about going back to Frankia.” You sat in front of him. “You should take me this time.” 

“No.” He answered simply. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s dangerous, and you have no business in Frankia.” 

“I’m a shieldmaiden Rollo, I wasn't made to sit back at home and take care of your children.” 

“What children? You haven’t given me any.”

They left to Frankia the next morning, Rollo left without saying a single word to you and something in your heart broke that day. Months later they came back, you were at the pier waiting, your baby bump showing and a big smile on your face, a few days after their departure you found out you were with child, and you couldn’t wait to tell Rollo about It. But as the ship docked, your smile died on your face. 

“Where is he?” You asked when Ragnar stood in front of you, his hand immediately touching your belly. He didn’t answer, but you knew, he stayed there. 

Later you learned Ragnar was betrayed by Rollo and defeated by Frankia’s army and the last news he had before leaving was about his marriage with a princess. Rollo had abandoned you without a second thought. 

Years later, you grew accustomed to a new life, your son was already five years old and growing stronger each day. Ragnar took care of you, accepting you in his house, he protected you and your child, who he named after one of his good friends, Leif, and he loved your boy, after his own boys grew into strong men, to have yours running around gave him life and so did you. 

You weren’t blind to Ragnar’s affection towards you, after Aslaug’s death he didn’t have anyone in his life except for you and despite being a sight for sore eyes, you weren’t interested on the men in Kattegat, but both of you never tried anything, maybe you felt wrong about that even though Rollo was gone for so long. However, he wasn’t the only one, Bjorn and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar, and even Sigurd, all had soft spots for you, but you brushed it off and ignored it as something simple as a crush. 

One night, without a warning, a ship docked at the pier. People let Ragnar know about it, and he went there with both Bjorn and Ubbe, just to find a ship from Frankia, from where Rollo jumped. He frowned, confused by his brother’s presence, Rollo looked into his eyes and swallowed hard.

With a grunt Ragnar turned around, silently nodding for his sons to grab Rollo by his arms and drag him to the great hall. As soon as they got there, Ragnar took his place in his throne and Rollo was thrown on his knees, at his feet. You heard the noise from your bedroom in the back and walked towards It, standing in shock when you finally saw the man. Rollo seemed old, his once dark brown hair was filled with gray strands, so was his beard, he widened his eyes as soon as they met yours. 

“Mama!” You heard Leif’s voice and heard his footsteps running towards you, looking for you. He hugged your legs as soon as he found you. You grabbed him in your arms, Rollo’s eyes focused on the boy and a tiny smile showed up on his face, but that was quickly wiped by a punch, thrown by Bjorn. 

“Don’t look at him.” He grunted angrily. 

It didn’t take long for Ivar and Hvitserk to join you in the great hall, none of them seemed happy to see the man in front of them, neither were you. 

“What are you doing here?” Ragnar rasped.

“I want to come back…” He mumbled. 

“Seems funny… After all these years…” 

“I have every right to be here, to be with my family.”

“The family you abandoned…” 

“I’m here now.” 

“You say this like you’re some sort of treasure we should be proud to gain. Tell me, Rollo, what happened in Frankia to make you want to come back?” 

“I heard about my son, I want to know him.”

You hugged your son, like you could protect him from Rollo’s prying eyes.

“He’s not yours.” You growled. “He’s mine, only mine. Didn’t your princess give you any sons?” 

“Brother…” Rollo looked at Ragnar. 

“Don’t talk to him, talk to me, I’m the wife you abandoned!” You insisted but lowered his head again. “This is unbelievable…”

“I want to prove myself.” He answered. “To you…” He looked at Ragnar then moved to you. “And to you.” He sighed. “To the gods… I deserve that!”

It took a few minutes of silence between all of you, Rollo looking around searching for any sign of kindness, but you weren’t one to pity that man, not after everything he put you through. 

“Take Leif to the back.” Ragnar told you. “And come back here.” 

You didn’t understand at first, but nodded and took your son to your bedroom, asking one of the servants to stay there with him. 

“Don’t leave until I come back.” You told her under your breath, locking her inside. 

When you came back you found Rollo tied up to a chair in the middle of the great hall, Ragnar was standing in front of him while his sons waited behind him. He looked over his shoulders and offered his hand to you, you frowned but took it, walking until you were standing by his side. 

Ragnar grabbed you by your waist, startling you who quickly wrapped your arms around his neck for support when he took you in his arms, bride style, taking you to the nearest table, he sat you there, taking his place between your legs. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked under his breath, only for you to hear. 

“I do.” You whispered shyly and he smiled.

Ragnar took a cloth from his pocket and covered your eyes, your breath caught on your throat and you sighed heavily. You felt his hand feather touching your face before moving away from your body and you immediately felt the absence of his warmth. The next thing you felt was a pair of hands on your thighs and a warm breath against your cheeks, before you noticed, someone kissed you. 

The kiss was feverish, filled with a hunger you never experienced before, you’ve never been kissed like that. Teeth and tongue, saliva gathering on the corners of your mouth, a pair of hands meeting the base of your spine pulling you closer to the edge of the table, his thighs between yours keeping your legs open. He stopped the kiss to murmur against your lips.

“Waited so long to do this.”

You recognized Ragnar’s voice before he kissed you again, your mind spinning when your hands met his hips, unconsciously pulling him into you. His hands roamed down your shoulders taking down the sleeves of your dress. You felt a little self conscious and your body tensed, Ragnar distracted you by taking his kisses down your neck and collarbones, making you shiver. A “what’s this…” growled by Rollo sounded in the back of your mind and something twisted inside you, you felt excited.

Ragnar kept kissing down your chest, taking down your dress until your breasts were exposed, your breath hitched and your nipples hardened on the cold of the great hall. His mouth latched at your nipple, sucking on the little nub, your hands met the back of his head and you pressed his face against your chest, wanting more of that sensation. He did the same to the other nipple, using his hand to knead at the free breast.

Between your legs, Ragnar found the skirts of your dress, raising everything up your waist “Open your legs for me.” He asked against your lips and you obeyed, suddenly he moved away from you and stood by your side, your pussy now in full display for Rollo’s widened eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked with gritted teeth. 

“What do you think?” Ragnar asked back, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and making you whine. “I’m gonna fuck your wife.” 

With that being said, Ragnar kneeled in front of you, hands rubbing on your calves before putting them on his shoulders. His lips brushed against the side of your inner thighs, his beard scratching the soft skin as he peppered kisses all around until he shoved his face into your bare pussy, licking from your hole to your clit. Your back arched and you gasped, putting your arms behind your back, on the table, for some support, throwing your head back. 

Ragnar was something else while he was eating you out, with a little crowd watching, he wanted to  give them a show. With his face buried into your cunt, he was nosing onto your clit while teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue, then he worked through your folds, long and slow licks like he was savoring you, drinking from you. You suppressed a moan, still self conscious of the others presence surrounding you, earning yourself a low grunt that sent vibrations through your core and a harsh slap on your thighs.

Rollo’s eyes were glued to your body, he was growling under his breath, trying to get rid of the straps binding him to that chair. Ragnar moaned right into your pussy, he moved his tongue quickly and you started to grind your hips on his face, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your pussy, you could feel it rubbing against you painfully while he started sucking on your clit.

Your moans became louder, your hips moved on its own accord, your body was working on automatic, the knot on lower belly forming and tightening. Suddenly, two of his fingers were knuckles deep into your warmth, thrusting up inside you and you gasped: ‘Ragnar’ knowing damn well Rollo was listening to you. Ragnar could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, so he increased his pace, dragging more mewls from your mouth until the knot finally snapped and you groaned loudly. 

Ragnar stood up, turning on his side to stare at a nervous Rollo, his face glistening with your slick, he sucked his fingers clean off your juices and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. Moving away from between your legs, he held your chin, your fucked out face on full display for his brother’s sight. 

“Open your legs.” He ordered again, and you obeyed, showing off your puffy cunt. “Did you miss this, brother? Did your princess have a better one?”  

Once again he was between your legs, shimming out of his slacks and pulling his cock out. His hands quickly held the back of your thighs and pulled you further to the edge of the table, his tip featherly touching your hole making you whine. 

“See, Rollo…” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it against your pussy and coating himself in your juices. “I don’t think you could ever have anything better.” He pushed himself in and both of you moaned in unison, fresh slick leaking out of you to coat his length. 

Ragnar threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt your warm walls engulfing him, sinking into you slowly until he’s fully sheathed. He pulled back completely just to slam inside you again, he did that slowly a few times, like he was savoring every inch of you, until he was thrusting up inside you and he didn’t hold back. Holding your hips with one of his hands, the other met the space between your breasts, pushing you back until you laid down on the table. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“Gods…” You moaned, holding onto the table like your life depended on it. 

With your eyes covered, you felt everything more intensely, Ragnar’s body on you, picking up the pace until he was pounding hard into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every thrust. You clenched down on him and he gasped, hand squeezing your hip hard while the other kneaded on your breasts that bounced with every movement of your body. 

When he felt your thighs starting to tremble, he brought his hand to your aching pussy and found your clit, making quick work of your bundle of nerves with the tip of his fingers. You moaned again, loudly, feeling your orgasm approaching you, the knot on your lower belly starting to form. 

“Let go for me.” He begged under his breath. 

With a particular hard thrust the knot snapped, triggering Ragnar’s own release as he pushed himself to a hilt, his body tensing as both of you panted heavily. He leaned forward for a moment spreading kisses all over your stomach before moving away from between your legs, putting his trousers back and holding one of your knees to keep you wide open, his cum dripping from your pussy, onto the table and on the floor. 

“That was...” Ragnar mumbled, three little slaps on your knee had you sitting up straight. 

“Can I-Can I go now?” You heard as Rollo begged.

“What? No…” You felt when Ragnar moved away and heard some shifting around you, the thrilling feeling of not knowing what to expect had your pussy throbbing with need in a way It never did before. “We’re only getting started.”

You gulped, scared about what he meant, but excited at the same time. Next thing you knew, the space between your legs was occupied again, a bulky, slightly familiar body stood there like it belonged there, you shifted on your place, not able to close your legs and feeling again self conscious of your own nudity. 

“Ragnar…” You mumbled under your breath, a pair of hands touched the sides of your face before you were kissed. 

Even though you felt familiarity within the act, that wasn’t Ragnar, that kiss was different, passionate, but still unsure, It felt like he was claiming a new territory. His beard scratched the soft skin on your face, his teeth nipped at your lower lip, you couldn’t help but open up to let him in, you held his face and kissed him back. 

“Can I do this?” He mumbled against your lips and you recognized Bjorn’s voice. You gasped, surprised. 

“Bjorn…” You whispered, your hands started to shake. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He assured you, one of his hands touching the side of your face. “I promise.” 

You felt your heart sinking to your stomach, like it was beating there, the blood in your veins ran fast and your body quivered, your mind was spinning, when his hands found the swell of your pussy you whined in his mouth, turning your head to the side giving him room to work on your neck. Bjorn sucked and nipped your skin like an artist painting his masterpiece, taking his sweet time while his fingers worked through your cum wet folds. 

He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that another man just fucked you minutes ago, by the feeling of it, he seemed turned on. Two of his fingers entered you when his mouth found your perky nipple and you moaned, arching your back offering him more of your chest. You were overstimulated from your previous orgasm and the sensations Bjorn was bringing to you, your peak wouldn’t take long so you clenched around his fingers and worked your hips in sync with his movements. With his thumb he started to nurse on your clit, rubbing the small bead in tight circles until you came on his fingers, a loud, long moan filling the great hall. 

Bjorn wasted no time after this, you felt him standing up and shimming out of his trousers, sinking into you in one swift motion. You gasped, not used to the way he stretched you out, and threw your head back, making room for him to kiss on your neck. He sheathed inside you, not pulling out immediately, just grinding against your hips first, his hip bone teasing your clit. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back, leaning back over your hands. He used both of his hands to grab your breasts then leaned forward to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the perky buds. It was messy. Wet with your own arousal and Ragnar’s cum, you could feel it dripping from your core. 

Slowly, Bjorn pulled out completely, just to thrust back in. He did this a few times, dragging soft mewls from your mouth. With his hand between your breasts he made you lay down on the table once more, picking up his pace. You held onto the table while he started to rut against you with full force, your body jolting back and forth. His mouth was skillful on your nipple, going from one to the other and still using his hands. 

“You feel so good…” He mumbled, one of his hands leaving your breasts and quickly finding your clit. 

You moaned loudly. With two of his fingers he pinched your clit, then dragged his finger around in tiny circles. The pressure on your belly started to build and you squeezed your eyes shut, even though you weren’t actually with them open to start with. Your mind could only focus on his movements, you clenched around his cock and he growled, speeding up his fingers and his thrusts. Bjorn was fucking the air out of your lungs as he fucked you like his life was on the line, his cock throbbed inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was filling the great hall and was so loud. 

“Enough.” 

Somewhere, on the back of your mind, you heard Rollo’s beg, but as your climax approached you could only think of this. Bjorn’s thrusts started to falter, he became sloppier as he chased his own release and you were right behind him, feeling the pressure on your body finally explode. You came around his cock, clenching down on him with a wanton moan. He came right after you, feeling you to the brim with his seed, grunting raspily. 

He wobbled away from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He leaned against the table trying to catch his own breath, eyes still on your fucked out body on the table. Unconsciously, your hands went to the cloth on your eyes, almost getting out of the way but a cold hand on yours stopped you. You whined impatiently but before you had the chance to complain, the same hand grabbed a handful of your hips, dragging you out of the table until you stood on the ground.

There was this silence, the only thing in your mind being the amount of pleasure going through your veins, you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly while you tried to ease your body. Your hands traveled to the body in front of you, holding his shoulders while he kept his firm on your hips. 

You had no idea who he was, you felt his body against yours, the familiar scent you were used to feeling but couldn’t recognize him. His hips met yours and you felt his hard cock against your core, making you moan. Taking your face with both of his hands he kissed you. His kiss was calm, soft even, nothing like the sexual spiral you just got out of. His hands explored the sides of your body with care, like you would vanish from his sight at any moment. 

The mess between your legs made you painfully aware of what just happened, either way his fingers found their way to your core, his tips exploring your folds, he coated his fingers in the your slick, the mixed cum inside your pussy, then he pushed his middle one all the way in, til he was knuckle deep inside you. You sobbed and threw your head back when he started to kiss down your jaw so you could give him more space.

His kisses met your neck, he circled your clit and that made you jerk in response. Suddenly his fingers were inside your mouth and you whined at the taste on your tongue. You started sucking on his fingers, obscenely licking through it and he groaned when under his breath, you licked him clean.

He stretched you out with his fingers, pumping in and out of you as he kissed down your chest, your body arching, right thigh rising up his waist opening up a little more for him. He curled his fingers up finding your sweet spot and making you see stars behind your eyelids. You started to grind down on his fingers while the sound of your moans resonated around the great hall. He licked down your collarbones and your legs started to shake, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

You felt like your body was on fire, shaking violently until the knot snapped and your orgasm hit you like a punch. You  clenched hard on his fingers, body falling limp on the table, but before you had the chance to ride your own high, your body was pushed and turned around, your back hitting his chest, you could feel his hard cock on your behind, listening while he struggled with his trousers, pulling down his legs til the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock from its confines. He teased you with the tip between your ass cheeks and you teased back, grinding on his hips, silently begging for him to just slide in. 

He lined his cock to your wet folds, enticing another moan from you and then he pushed in, his tip stretching your walls. You gasped, fingers holding the table for support while you felt him sliding only a few more inches in. His hand rubbed up your back until he grabbed the nape of your neck, you grunted feeling him leaning your body forward, your breasts pressed against the head of the table while he started to thrust up into you. 

He was fully inside you when he used his free hand to pinch on your clit, making your body jolt, your walls fluttered around him, a choked whine slipped through your lips as he went deeper. He picked up his pace quickly, hands now on your shoulders tugging your body back to meet his thrusts, your body trembling when you felt the pleasure building up once again, extremely sensitive from everything that already happened to you. You both moaned loudly, he was lost on you just like you were on him, every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking every nerve ending inside your pussy. His hips slapped against yours, the table shaking with his movements. 

“Gods…” You cried out, feeling the pressure on your lower belly. 

He cursed under his breath, feeling your walls clenching hard around his length, his own climax coming through while you felt the first impact of your orgasm. Your entire body froze as he fucked you through the haze, coming inside you a few seconds later. 

“That’s your idea of punishment?” Rollo growled, his voice far away like It was in another room, your mind still dizzy with pleasure. “Are you punishing me or her?” 

“Her?” Ragnar scoffed. “I’m not punishing her, brother. Watch It… She likes it. She wanted It.” 

You felt a pair of hands wrapping around your waist and your body was gently sat on the table again, the mess between your legs just growing by the minute, staining the soft skin of your thighs and leaving you slightly bothered. A kiss on your forehead had you trembling even more, so you raised your hand trying to hold his.

“Who…?” You couldn’t finish the phrase, but your hand was softly removed and you were left alone. 

“It’s done, I’m done!” Rollo tried one more time.

You heard Rollo’s begs one more time, his voice was shaky and you imagined his face. If you remembered correctly at this point he would be all red and sweaty and your tummy twisted with excitement, you shouldn’t like this as much as you were.  

“Well… We’re not.” Ragnar answered carefully. 

For a moment nothing happened, you sat there with your body trembling. The line between pleasure and pain was thin and your body had started to complain about It. Suddenly you felt someone taking the place between your legs one more time but despite being so tired, your mind seemed to have other plans, your skin prickled at the warmth engulfing you, another familiar scent wrapping your whole body. 

He didn’t waste any time, he kissed you… Kissed you like he craved you, feverishly. His lips moved in sync against yours while his hands roamed through your sweaty body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him with your legs feeling his hard cock against your abused cunt. You were too sensitive, your body was hot all over, and even though It was telling you It couldn’t take it any longer, your fucked out brain wanted more. 

You grinded against his hips and started to fumble with his trousers until you freed his cock from its confines. You grabbed at his length and he moaned in your mouth, waiting for you to align the head of his cock against the pulsing entrance of your pussy and you cried out at the new intrusion, feeling incredibly sore. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you started to grind against his hips again, urging him to fuck you. With both of his hands on your hips, he set an excruciatingly slow rhythm, distracting you with his mouth on your neck, he started to paint your skin in dark bruises. You cried again, threw your head back while letting your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders to anchor yourself, like his body was the only thing keeping you grounded, keeping you from floating away. 

With one of his hands, he started to play with your clit, massaging the sensitive nub between his fingers, dragging more mewls from your lips, making you writhe against his strong grip. His cock was unrelenting, picking up his pace as he started to fuck you hard and deep, your sensitivity only amplifying the waves of pleasure that crossed your veins. Your pussy fluttered around his length and he knew you were close, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot and you moaned loudly. 

You felt his hand snaking up your chest until it found your neck and he pressed for a moment, your breath hitched, caught up in your throat and you clenched down on him. You got lightheaded and his thrusts became sloppier, you could feel he got lost in yourself very quickly and arousal twisted in your stomach, you felt flattered. 

He gave a chucked off groan and for a moment you imagined who it could be, which one of them was fucking you this time, the great hall was filled with his grunts and the wet squelch of your pussy. 

“Faster… Please…” You managed to mumble. 

Your pussy was clenching desperately around his cock and he was throbbing inside you, he was close too, you could feel it. He fucked you hard and faster until he sheated tightly into your pussy holding you in place as he came, triggering your own orgasm. You came so hard your mind went blank, your body spasmed and you went limp in his arms. He held you strongly so you wouldn’t fall, your head on his shoulders as you breathed heavily. He rubbed your back for a minute before he pulled out and after making you sure you were firm, sitting on the table, he left. 

“I-I… Ragnar…” You raised your hand blindly and seconds later you felt his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re doing great for me, my love.” He whispered, lips on your sweaty forehead. “Can you give me one more?”

“I don’t know…” You breathed.

“I know you can, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips. “Give me one more so we can take care of you.” 

We. You noticed the weird choice of word and felt him when he kissed your knuckles. We. What did he mean by that? Your thoughts were cloudy when his warmth surrounded you again, he picked you up in his arms and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, laying down your face on his shoulders, letting him carry you wherever. 

Ragnar sat you down on someone’s lap, when you felt a pair of shaky legs right under your body and nervous hands wrapping around your waist. He turned you around, made you put one of your knees on each side of that body and just like that he left. There was a nervous silence between you two, but you were close enough to feel his shaky breath against your cheeks. 

Suddenly, he used one of his hands to take off your blind fold, you blinked your tears away, trying to get used to the new brightness. You focused on the image in front of you and met Ivar’s widened eyes staring back at you. Ivar was nervous, but you could sense his arousal in the way that he watched you, intently following down your body, from your face to your collar bones and your chest, your soft belly and your exposed core, he gulped. 

You stayed like that for a moment, only looking at each other like you were trying to read each other’s minds, you almost forgot about the little crowd watching you two but as his eyes wandered over your shoulders you were reminded. 

“C-Can I kiss you?” He stuttered and you nodded dumbfounded. His lips touched yours slightly, shaky and cold, you didn’t kiss him back at first, then he pulled back, looking at you with a frown and a little pout. “You don’t want to…”

“No!” You were quick to respond. “I want to. I really want to, Ivar.” You reassured him and his expression softened.

You cradled his face between your hands and kissed him, this time deeply, your tongue teasing his as you felt his hands pressing on waist, pressing your body down. When you pulled away, he was gone, glossy eyes staring back at you as he choked out a whimper, following your face with his eyes still closed, reaching for your lips. 

He sighed and opened his eyes, he frowned again, so impatient. You touched his lips with your thumb, fluffy and wet from your last kiss and he licked the tip, you shuddered. Being that close he seemed so young to you, kinda lost in his own feelings and sensations, so different from the Ivar you knew, he always seemed so sure of himself. 

Ivar opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but as you rolled your hips down his lap he gasped, that seemed to erase every trace of thought in his head, he just closed his eyes and whimpered, throwing his head back. You used the chance to latch onto his neck, groaning quietly against his skin. Gods, you were soaked. It was definitely not like you hadn’t been fucked into oblivion by four men already, you were ready to get lost one more time. You licked his skin, sucked and nipped, leaving behind tiny red marks, basking in the sounds he was making. 

“Can I?” You asked him and he nodded, that was the only permission you needed to come back to his neck, to start rolling your hips over again. 

The rumors about the young man not being able to satisfy a woman were the biggest lie, you thought to yourself. You could feel him getting hard under your body and the thought of having him inside you was driving you mad. 

“I’m so wet for you, Ivar.” You murmured against his ear, only for him to hear you and he whimpered again, thrusting up his hips a bit. 

“For me?” He whispered breathlessly and you nodded, tracing his lips with your thumb again before kissing him feverishly. 

“Yes.” You grabbed his hand and put it between your bodies, his fingers met with your core, rubbing the mess of fluids on your pussy. “Will you help me?” 

He nodded, dumbfounded. You used your hand between your bodies to grab his cock and started jerking slowly, his lips parted as he gasped for air. The fact that these small touches were bringing so much pleasure to him was even more exciting to you. Your faces are so close you can feel his breath against your cheeks, your lips almost touch and his fingers trembled between your legs, nervously moving between your folds. 

Abruptly, you intensified your movements, he choked out a groan and closed his eyes, precum was leaking from his tip, making it easier for you to slide your hand up and down his cock, that pulsed and twitched in your hand. Quickly you moved it away, standing up a bit to line up his cock with your entrance, he looked at you like you were some sort of goddess, silently worshiping you, shaky hands wrapping around your waist as you sat down his length. 

“Gods… Please…” He groaned when he felt your warm walls engulfing him. 

You placed your hand on his shoulders as you fucked yourself over his cock, slowly moving your hips up and down. You brought his hand back down your body and started to use his fingers to massage your clit.

“Like this?” He asked in awe. 

“Yes…” You answered under your breath. 

Quickly you started to bounce on his cock, riding him like your life depended on it. The great hall was filled with Ivar’s small grunts and your breathy moans. You squeeze at his shoulders and threw your had back, he kept his fingers in your clit, drawing hard circles on your little nub just like you taught him and you could feel him twitching inside you, you knew he was close and so were you. 

You moaned with every thrust, you hunched over and kissed him, his arms wrapped around your waist and he pushed you down on his cock. You felt his release and he moaned loudly against your mouth. Your own high coming down hard on you as you clenched on him, cumming for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 

You laid down on his shoulder for a moment, trying to ease your breathing as you came down from your orgasm. He hugged you tightly, thumb drawing small circles on your back and you could fall asleep right there, you closed your eyes and your consciousness almost abandoned you for a moment, that’s when you felt someone taking you up from Ivar’s lap and you whined, feeling empty and sore. 

“I’ll take care of you.” Ragnar mumbled in your ear. “Take him out, we don’t want him here.” 

You imagined he was referring to Rollo who was finally silent, or maybe you just stopped listening to your surroundings. In Ragnar's arms you did fall asleep, waking up again only when you felt a warm cloth between your legs, you quickly moved away from the touch but was stopped by a pair of hands on your legs. 

“I’m just cleaning you up.” Ragnar told you and you opened your eyes, finding him sitting by your side, you looked around and recognized his bedroom, the furs were soft against your skin and you were extremely tired. 

“Was I good?” You asked under your breath, reaching out for his hand, which he really took, taking it to his lips, spreading kisses all over it. 

“So good...” He said it against your skin and you smiled tiredly. 

After cleaning you up he snuggled by your side, covering your bodies with fur and putting your head on his chest, rubbing your hair as you slowly fell back to sleep. 

“Our best girl.” Was the last thing you heard before drifting into slumber. 

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Christened (Ubbe x Reader)

Christened Ubbe x Reader Warnings: smut in a church

Summary: Ubbe and you have some fun.

The place is quiet and cold. Everything is so still and unmoving. The freezing air sinks into your skin through the wet clothes you wear. A small puddle pools around your legs. Droplets of water fall from your hair and dress. The thin, white fabric sticks to your body, faithfully following every curve you have. Your hands curl into fists as you try to warm up your fingertips. Your joints barely move to your will.

Your gaze from the altar rising in front of you turns to the entrance when the sound of the heavy doors opening and closing hits your ears. You watch the man over your shoulder as he gets closer and closer. He is still wet too. A small smile pulls on your lips at the view. The tunic doesn't waste time showing off the hard cords of his muscles as he moves. Everything he is calls out for you. It lights the fire inside you until the invisible flames reach between your legs. Your thighs press together for some friction. A smirk tugs on his lips, but Ubbe doesn't open his mouth to share his thoughts. He doesn't have to. His eyes tell you everything you need to know. Excitement and anticipation bubble up in your chest. "I never thought I would find you here," he says after a few seconds. His chest presses against your back, and his arms curl around your middle. A relieved sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of his warmth. "I was curious." "About what?" He asks, resting his head on your shoulder. His eyes sweep over the altar. "Do you feel different?" You ask him instead of answering. "I mean, I thought after being christened I would feel... farther away from our gods or closer to theirs, but..." you shrug, nibbling on your bottom lip. "It's all still meaningless," you nod to the cross and relics. You feel nothing when you look at them. "Yeah," he agrees with a hum. "Maybe we did it wrong." "What do you mean?" You ask, already laughing at the mischievous glint in his bright eyes when your turn your head enough to look at him better. "Maybe their god wants a better show than bathing in a damn river." Desire strikes through your spine at the lustful expression on his face. His large hands slide down to your hips, gripping the soft flesh to make you turn around. The air gets stuck somewhere in your lungs at the sudden movement. Your own hands reach out to his broad shoulders to keep your balance. "Ubbe?" You ask already breathlessly. "Let him see, Y/N," he says against your lips. "Let all the gods see how I christen my woman." Your laugh turns into a moan when Ubbe presses his lips against yours. His beard grazes your skin, and his tongue coaxes your mouth open within a few seconds to invite you into a bruising kiss. The tall Viking doesn't spend much time warming you up for his embrace. It's all tongue and teeth while he grabs the collar of your dress to tear it apart on your chest. The sound is loud and sharp among the stone walls. Your mewl echoes off of them. Your breasts feel heavy, and you groan when Ubbe move his hands to play with them. Your flesh is soft under his touch while your nipples are hard, aching points, grazing the middle of his palms. "Ubbe," you groan out his name. Eyes closed. Mouth open. "Kneel, Y/N," he commands. His warm breath fans over your face. Your lips are red and swollen from his searing kiss. "In front of the altar. Ass up."

You do as he says, and before you know it, Ubbe is kneeling behind you, pushing your dress up to your waist. The cold air almost slaps your heated center and makes your hips move without your control. Your upper body is pressed against the ground. "So pretty," Ubbe says behind you. He can't tear his eyes away from your cunt. "You are so wet already." His thumb ghosts over your wetness, barely touching your clit. Your thighs tremble as you push yourself back against him with an impatient cry. "Ubbe!" "Who made you this wet?" He asks. You can hear his wicked smile. "The old fuckers, huh? Or their god?" "No," you reply immediately. "It was you." "Me?" He hums. It seems like he likes your answer because his finger pauses at your clit to draw slow, maddening circles on the sensitive bud. "You like it, hm? You like me fucking you in front of their god, yes? You want me to fuck this pussy and show him how is it done, yeah?" "Please," your voice trembles as you beg. "Please! Ubbe!" The need for the man behind you burns your insides. It's hot and impatient as it clenches in your lower stomach and pulses between your legs. "Arch your back and stay still," Ubbe commands you, opening his pants to free his erection. His cock is hard and glints with pre-cum that mixes with your juices when the head slides over your pussy. You open up without him needing to push. The man's hands fit perfectly on the curve of your bottom. His fingers dig into your flesh, and satisfaction surges through his body at the feeling. "Ubbe!" You cry out his name when his cock brushes over your entrance again and again but doesn't goes deeper. A chuckle echoes in the building, and a moan follows when his hips push against yours. His cock sinks into your hole, stretching your walls and reaching every spongy spot that makes your whole body tremble. You can barely keep yourself on your knees. "Still so tight for me," he grunts with small, short pushes to let you adjust around his size. The words come out in low grunts between his clenched teeth. Your muscles keep his cock tight and snug in your hot channel. Your juices sweep down onto his balls. The wet sound fills the building when he starts moving in and out of you with more force. You are sure his grip on you will bruise. "Ubbe," you groan, pressing your cheek down on the ground. The cold does nothing to help with the heat that burns your insides. "Please! I need you..." He grunts in answer, adjusting his legs behind you to make your wish come true. His muscles flex on his arms and thighs. The pain and pleasure blind you for a second as his hands on you tighten. Your walls already pulse and flutter around his throbbing shaft. None of you need much to reach the edge.

Ubbe pounds into you with so much force, you have to brace yourself on your hands. The rough ground grazes your cheek and nipples. The slightly painful teasing just fuels your desire and makes you moan and groan into the silence. Your whole body shakes and jerks at the burning feeling that licks up your trembling limbs. Your hole keeps his cock inside and sucks him in deeper, and the Viking grunts as his eyes fall shut. He can feel every vibration and flutter on his shaft. His balls jerk up at the hot coil snapping in his stomach. His muscles are taut and almost painful. Soon, his seed drops down between your joined bodies, and the wet sound is loud and almost makes you laugh when Ubbe pulls out of you. "Keep it in," he grins, pushing his cum back inside you. A cry leaves your lips at the sensitive feeling. "Maybe our child will be... holy." "Do you think?" You laugh, pushing yourself up from the cold ground. Your nipples are still hard, and your breasts rock in sync with your breathing. "Or maybe we could try again," he groans against your ear, reaching out from behind you to grab your tits. He pulls on the hard buds and your back arches. "Let's try again," you agree, already feeling yourself getting excited for another round. "Just to make sure."

None of you need much time to make your laughs into groans and moans on the cold ground with the altar in front of you.

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Ubbe X F!Reader 18+ SMUT

Summary: you are the youngest of 2 sisters and 2 brothers and are betrothed to Ubbe, but he seems to have little doubts about what's best for you. you show him just how much those worries don't matter and how much you need him.

Warnings: smut, sex, piv, fingering, pet names, creampie, No use of Y/N

Authors note: i fucking love Ubbe, he's soft and gentle and i love him so much. like this is probably hella OC but romantic sweet Ubbe is my all-time favorite.

Word count: 3776

Ubbe entered your chambers with snow still clinging to the fur that covered most of his body. You watched him from your warm place in bed with a small smile. “Ubbe, your trailing snow everywhere.” you note, watching globs of melting snow fall with a plot to the wooden floor. 

With a glance and sullen smile Ubbe nods and shrugs the furs from his shoulders and lets them fall to the floor by the door. “Sorry princess.” He mumbles softly and steps to stand before the fireplace, back facing you. 

He looked tired, a little irritated maybe and it made your brows furrow at his behavior. So far, he had been the sweet and happy one, the nice brother and that was why you had agreed a few weeks ago to marry him. You were both graciously given a few weeks to make it official and have the wedding, but time was almost up. You had decided he was the perfect choice practically instantly and thought he felt the same.

Slowly you pull the duvet back and shiver as you slip off the bed in your nightgown and pad over to Ubbe. He doesn’t turn from the warm fire even when he hears you, his head hangs just a little and his eyes are focused low. When you stepped in front of him your eyes easily locked with his as you tilted your own head a little to look up at him. You gave him a small smile and he returned it but with a more dejected expression.

 “What is wrong, Ubbe?” you ask with a soft voice, brows knitted together in concern. 

His eyes softened a little, your concern for him warming his heart. “I'm sorry to worry you.” he says and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek, smiling a little more when you lean into his touch. “You are perfect, sweet and beautiful.” His compliments make your heart swell, his affection had such a deep effect on you and you loved that, you never thought an arranged marriage would bring feelings like these. “But I worry, my love… My family, my world is rough and you are so kind and innocent.” he says, not wanting to speak the thoughts running through his head, the troubles behind his pale eyes. 

You rest a hand on the one holding your cheek and nuzzle into it even more, you smile sweetly up at him and take a step closer so your body is nearly pressed against his own. “Ubbe, I love you.” you state simply, pure affection in your tone. “With you I will be okay, I am not afraid to be with you or your people.” you turn into his hand and leave a tender kiss to his palm before pulling back and taking his hand from your face into your hand. Holding his hand you intertwine your fingers and admire how they fit together, how he held you own, strong and safe. “I want to be with you Ubbe, don't you want to be with me as well?” you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Ubbe’s heart raced as he looked down at you, so sweet and ready to give him your love. His smile grows and his hands come down to hold gentle to your waist, pulling you a little closer so your bodies are flushed together now.. “Yes Y/N, I want to be with you.” he says with a short nod. “I love you. From the moment I met you I have loved you.” he confesses, eyes gentle and bright when he looks down at you.

You chuckle softly and smile as you bring your hands up to cup his face. “Well then, nothing to worry about. I want you Ubbe, I want to be with you. I have never felt this way about another person before so please don't push me away. We can handle any problem that comes along when it does okay?” you offer and he nods, agreeing with a love sick smile. 

You knew how to help calm him of his troubles already so easily. He knew you would be good for him. He wanted just as much to be with you, you were perfect in his eyes. The short amount of time you’ve had to talk and get to know one another created an instant bond he knew he wanted to protect.  

“Good. Now, how about we wed the day after tomorrow?.” you ask hopefully. 

“Day after tomorrow.” Ubbe agrees, his smile remaining just as bright as your own. He pulled your hips a little to get you closer and leaned down a little, just enough for your lips to meet. 

The kiss was slow, soft and sweet to begin with, his hands keeping a gentle hold of your hips as he licked across your bottom hip. Losing yourself fast in his embrace you slide your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his and parting your lips to grant him the access he was asking for. He slides his tongue past your soft lips and takes dominance over the kiss and explores your mouth and tongue with his own, wanting to memories your taste and kiss. His hands began to wander and reach around your body. One hand came to rest on your lower back while the other slipped lower, rubbing softly before gently cupping as much of your ass that his hand could fit. 

You gasped and moaned softly into the kiss, your body attempting to press even the tiniest bit closer to Ubbes invitingly warm embrace. You had been taking it slow and waiting until you were married, you were a princess after all. Ubbe was making you want more, making your body crave to be touched by him. He released your now pretty puffy lips with a soft breathy as he looked into your glossy eyes. Your chest is rising and falling faster now and a blush is deepening over your cheeks. “Princess, if you keep looking at me like this I don't know if I can hold myself back until our wedding night.” He chuckled again, and squeezed your ass one more time and pushed your lower back into him. 

You gasp and arch your ass into his touch. You looked up at him with big eyes and bit your bottom lip. You pull away and Ubbe reluctantly lets you slip from his arms as you take a step back. Your body was acting before your brain could think, the desire to be closer to him and have more of him was growing. You wanted to show him just how much you truly wanted to be with him, wedding customs be damned. You pull on the fabric of your dress slowly, the fire behind you casting a shadow over most of your form as you pull the white nightgown over your naked body and let it fall to the ground. Your heart was racing and you could feel how hot your face and body were becoming from being so open and bare in front of him. 

Ubbes eyes widen as he takes in the sight, he takes a sharp inhale when you look up at him with the sweetest doe eyes. “Are you sure, my love? We can wait, I do not mind.” Ubbe reassured you gently, taking a step closer and raising a hand to cradle your cheek as he looked into your eyes. 

You smile softly up at him and nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “Yes Ubbe, I want you.” you confess, voice hushed and sweet.

Ubbes hand retracted only for him to bend down and reach under your thighs with both hands to lift you up. Your legs instinctively wrap tightly around his waist while your arms fly to his shoulders. He held you a moment before the fire, admiring your features and memorizing all the little details he could see before he slowly turned and started walking you to the bed and laying you down. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said before crawling into the bed with you and placing your head onto the pillows. He hovered over you, hips resting softly between your legs, bare pussy pressed against the fabric covering his now hardening cock. “If it hurts too much, tell me, I'll make it feel better.” he says, eyes staring at you with such tender care. 

You nod softly and pull him down a little to give his lips soft peck. “I will.” you confirm. “Just… Please Ubbe, I want to feel you.” you say almost desperately. You push your hips up a little, your pussy already starting to drip from feeling him pressed against you, teasing your clit with every little movement. 

One arm came to rest next to your head while the other traveled down until his calloused fingers were teasing your slick folds open and rubbing at your clit. “You will, you’ll feel all of me, my love i promise.” he says sweetly as he looks down at you, watching your face as he slides his middle finger to your tight hole and teased you, threatening to slide the long digit in only to move away and focus on your clit again. 

“Ubbe, you're just teasing me.” you pout, voice a little whiny and breathless. 

Ubbe looks at you with a little sympathy in his eyes. “You're right, we have time for that later. I just want to make sure you're ready for me, that's all love.” he slowly pushed his middle finger in and let you get used to the foreign feeling before sliding out a little then back in, starting a slow rhythm. 

you gasped and arched your back into the new feeling. Your fingers gripped tighter to the pillows when he slid another finger in. you hissed a little at the stretch and Ubbe smoothed your hair back while he pumped and curled his fingers against your squishy walls. He leaned down and nipped at your neck before placing soft kisses along your jaw. “feels good.” your voice came out weak and breathless, the tight uncomfortable feeling turning over into pleasure fast. 

Ubbe smiled against the soft skin below your ear before planting a kiss and sucking on the spot. He pressed the palm of his hand against your neglected clit. The action ripped a loud mewl from you, your legs shaking softly at his sides as your eyes flutter shut. Ubbe felt his heart clench at your sounds and the way your body reacted to him, so needy and ready. 

You felt something in your stomach tighten more and more with each deep thrust of his fingers; his lips and teeth that grazed and sucked your delicate skin sent shocks to the same spot. “Ubbe, feels weird.” you whimpered, his fingers never letting up and the added attention to your now puffy clit made your moans and whimpering increase. 

“Weird, or good my love?” Ubbe nipped your neck before traveling lower to your nipples. He sucked one in and rolled the bud between his teeth, gentle and soft but enough to have your hips bucking your pussy into the palm of his hand. He knew you were close, he wanted to hear you fall apart for him, wanted to watch you cum on his thick fingers. With one last nip to your other nipple he leaned back up enough to catch your eyes fluttering open to look at him. Eyes glossed over and half lidded, lips parted slightly as you gasp and moan freely, in a daze and hardly able to even focus as the pleasure builds. Ubbe smirks softly, adoring his beautiful bride in bliss thanks to him. “Sweet girl, does it feel good?” he asks, voice low and husky.

You nod your head softly. “Good, rea-ly really good!” managed to squeak out before your pussy clamped down around his fingers and a loud needy moan escaped your lungs. Ubbe was quick to slam his lips against your own and eat every sweet moan and whimper you made while his fingers helped you through your intense orgasim. 

You shivered when Ubbe pulled his fingers from your sopping heat. He gave you another kiss on your forehead and looked over your face. Cheeks all red and out of breath while you look up at him with a small, shy smile. “You did so good my love, cumming so well for me.” he praised, kissing the tip of your nose. “So pretty, my sweet girl with the sweetest noises.” he can't help his words, wanting nothing but to love you for all eternity. 

His praise and the way his vivid blue eyes looked at you was making you need him even more. “We're not done yet… right?” you asked, voice quit timid but eyes hopeful. 

Ubbe chuckled softly and leaned back to pull his layers off, letting his upper half be just as exposed as your own. You watched him, legs spread and hands gripping gently at the pillows by your head. “Just can't wait, huh princess?” he teased, a small smirk on his face as he untied his pants, letting them hang low enough so his cock was free and eagerly waiting before your weeping pussy, precum already leaked from the tip. The sight of you sprawled out in front of him causing his cock to twitch. “Pretty thing.” he says before crawling back over your body. His cock slid between your slick folds and teased your clit while his lips found yours in a firm and grounding kiss. 

You sigh into the kiss, feeling your head become lighter the more the tip of his cock brushed your clit. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his tongue exploring your mouth making you feel like you were going to float away. 

“Ubbe, you're teasing me again.” you pout between breaths when he finally pulls away for air. 

His browns furrow and he gives you an almost dramatically apologetic smile. “M’sorry love.” he coos while lining his cock with your tight entrance. With a few gentle thrusts of his hips he pops the fat head of his cock in. He watched your lashes flutter a little and your mouth open like you wanted to moan, wanted to give him those sweet noises but you held them in. “don't be scared to tell me if it hurts too much, okay sweet girl?” he said.

You nod. “I will.” you agreed. “Just please move now, I want to feel you Ubbe.” you beg and your hips jerk a little involuntarily. 

“Okay little one, just breathe for me.” he says before starting to slowly push in and stretch your needy pussy open around his thick length. You tried to keep your breathing steady while his cock filled you up. You couldn't manage for so long. Soon whimpers and moans were falling fast from your lips. The pain was intense, it felt like you were being split in two and you felt the adrenaline slowly fading as the pain continued. 

“Hu…Hurts.” you managed to squeak out, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Ubbe stopped, giving a low grunt at how tight your walls were clenching around him. He kissed your cheek and brought a hand down between your bodies to your clit and circled the sensitive nub. Your back arched at the added pleasure and you relaxed enough for Ubbe to take a much needed breath. “Feel better love?” he asks. He can feel your pussy getting wetter the more his finger works your clit. 

“Better.” you mumble. It did feel better, still an aching pain in your core but now the pleasure was added and it made the stretch feel almost good. “Please move.” you ask, voice just above a whisper. 

He nodded and rested his forehead against your own. “Focus those pretty eyes on me.” he tells you and begins to slowly push himself forward again, his thumb never slowing down while he sinks deeper. You breathe as steady as you can manage and keep your focus on his alluring eyes. Your lips part and a soft high pitched gasp leaves you when Ubbes hips finally meet yours, his cock fully engulfed by your pulsing heat. Your eyes flutter and struggle to stay open. He pulled his hand back up to rub slow soothing circles to your hip. “Did so well Princess, letting me in your tight little pussy.” he praised. “Feeling okay love?” he asks, searching your eyes.

His words make your wall flutter around him. You tried to speak but just choked in your own words, the feeling of him sitting so still and stretching you out making it difficult to even think. You settled on a pathetic little whine and looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting him to move, to make it start feeling good like his fingers had.

You arched your back a little, trying to get some kind of friction or movement going. Ubbe could feel your pussy gushing around his length. “So tight your pussy is leaking around me.” he noted, basking in your tight hole and feeling you slowly relax around him. “Can I move?” he asks with a little roll of his hips.

“Please, yes.” Your arms tighten around his neck, wanting nothing more than to only focus on him, be completely devoured by his presence. 

Ubbe smiles and kisses your forehead before starting a slow pace, only pulling out halfway before gliding back in to stuff you full again. He tilted his head down to trial feathery light kisses along your jaw and slope of your neck before softly nipping the spot below your ear. While one hand held your hip the other roamed to your chest, he groped and played with each nipple. Ubbe groaned at the sounds you made for him, so needy and sweet just for him. “Pretty girl, taking me so well.” he mumbles between open mouth kisses and sharp nips. “Making such sweet little noises.” he coos. 

You whimper in response. Ubbe had such an effect on your mind and body that every word, every slow drag of his cock made your mind fog over. The pleasure was building and the pain was all but forgotten now but you wanted more, wanted him to go faster. “M…more Ubbe, please.” you begged, voice barely above a whisper. “Want more.” 

Ubbe’s cock twitched. “More? Feeling good princess?” He teases only a little but is more than happy to oblige your request. Ubbe rolls his hips into you a few times before pulling back and starting a new faster pace, even snapping into you a little tougher. A lustful moan hits his ears, your pure sounds of ecstasy. “That's it, let me hear how good you feel.” he groans, against your neck, losing his own train of thought the more your pussy clenched and squeezed his cock.

Wrapping his hand under your thigh Ubbe hikes your leg to his waist, your other leg follows on its own and wraps securely around him. He gripped your ass while his cock hit just the right spot to have your desperate moans turning into breathy high pitched whines. 

Your eyes screwed shut and you couldn't help but try and hide into the pillow. You felt even better than before and the sounds you were making were becoming more obscene. It felt too good, too wonderful to keep in your needy whines. “Please, it feels so good, Ubbe!” you cry out, tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You could feel your orgasim approaching. The feeling was so much more intense than last time, there was more build up now.

Ubbe cradles the side of your head with his other hand. “Look at me love. C’mon, show me those pretty eyes when you cum for me.” he tells you, fingers laced in your hair at the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered open and your heart soared when Ubbe was the only thing you could see. With his forehead pressed to your own he was all encompassing. “There you are, sweet girl.”

You felt tears slide down your burning face the moment the knot in your stomach snapped. You held onto him and your legs locked tighter around his hips, your back arched against him. Your pussy spasmed and squeezed around his cock. Your mouth hung slack while needy little whines filled the air. Eyes half lidded as you graced Ubbe with your undivided attention, even if your brain could form even a word with the pleasure you were feeling. 

Ubbe was so close, the hold your tight pussy had on his cock was more than enough to make him crazed. “Tight, squeezing my cock so much.” he ground out. He helps you ride out your high until your moaning turns into whines of overstimulation and your legs softly nudge him. “So good love, fuck… did so good for me.” he praises. Burying his cock deep he releases thick ropes of cum into your swollen cunt. He watched your face as fills you up and his ok twitched at the little whimper that you made.

For a moment you two stayed like that. With his cock resting deep inside with his head resting against yours. Your heavy breathing slowed until you could properly look back up at the man above you. With a small smile Ubbe strokes your hair and kisses your forehead before leaving back. Slowly he slipped out his now soft cock. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a small smile.

Ubbe can't help but look over your body, your perfect face with rosy cheeks. He watches as his cum slowly seeps from your glistening cunt. “Can’t have that.” he murmurs and scoops it up with two fingers before pushing back inside your sensitive core. You shudder at the action and grip the pillows. “Can’t wait to make you my wife, fuck your pretty pussy every day.” Ubbe was clearly still lost in his lust for you. The gleam in wanting still shining bright in his eyes. 

You had to admit that seeing him adore you so much was making your pussy flutter all over again. “Ubbe, can I…” you paused, taking a short breath. “More… I want more of you, please.” you asked sweetly, already addicted to the feeling of your soon-to-be husband's cock.

Smirking Ubbes cock twitches. “I'll give you as much as you want princess, all yours.” he tells you with his hand already pumping at his cock, ready to please you until your begging him to stop.

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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

[dreamonseems]

Líf

First raid

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

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fanfiction #fanfic #bjorn ragnarsson #ragnar lodbrok #sigurd #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe imagine #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #vikings #ubbe ragnarsson x you #ubbe x you #ubbe ragnarsson x reader #hvitserk #ubbe #smut #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe smut #ubbe lothbrok x reader

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Unexpected: Part 3

Summary: Thickheaded idiot Ivar finally realizes he’s in love while going to the market with her to get her new clothes and wise NPC (tm) gives him some advice. Aslaug takes her in for an interrogation à la overbearing mother… More smut ofc, but it’s a bit brief this time!

Beginning Notes: the Brísingamen is a necklace that was given to Freya in Norse mythology. From the etymology of the word, it’s possible that the necklace was meant to be made of amber.

Taglist: @bragisrunes @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @batmandallyboy (hmu to be added!)

Masterlist | Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 | requests are OPEN!

He woke up next to her this morning. Ivar can barely process it. When she moved in her sleep, he’d woken up, and he’d gotten to hold her while she was still sleeping, running a hand through her hair carefully.

She’d smiled at him when she had woken up, kissed him, gotten dressed halfway, and then Ivar had ruined her efforts and they were late to breakfast.

Now that she was his, she didn’t have to serve anyone else. Unlike Margrethe, she doesn’t dare sit down at the table, instead pouring his drink and refilling his mother’s and brother’s cups as well. Ivar glares at Sigurd, who leans towards her just to tease him.

Ivar knows that he is more interested in men than women, and that he’s fucking one ever since Hvitserk and Ubbe are taking up all of Margrethe’s time, but he still clenches his fist in jealousy under the table.

After breakfast, they head out alone. Sigurd leaves first, grabbing his Oud before he disappears to Gods know where, and Hvitserk and Ubbe leave soon after, saying that they’ll spar a bit. Ivar doubts it. Then again, his intentions aren’t the purest either.

She follows him dutifully to the market, carrying an empty basket. Before they can buy anything, Ivar spots Helga, who hands him a small vial. She smiles at her brightly.

“This is for your legs. It’s a new recipe, so tell me if anything is off.” She says, looking at Ivar.

Ivar nods, and she’s quick to take it, putting it in her basket.

“Do you need anything?” Helga asks, turning to her. She shakes her head.

“Bodil’s fever is gone, thank the Gods. It would’ve broken Estrid’s heart if her last daughter died too. That Frankish slave, Lothar, he cut himself quite deep, but the others already shared some of your old supplies.” She replies.

“That’s good. If you need anything, don’t be shy to come to me.” Helga says, walking away. Then, Ivar turns to her.

“How do you know Helga?” he asks.

“She helps us a lot. Whenever she can spare her supplies, she gives them to us. There’s a thrall that used to be in Floki’s service who learned from her. She’s a very kind woman.”

“That is true.” Ivar nods. He didn’t know Helga helped the slaves, but it’s her character to do such a strange thing.

The first stall they stop at is a fabric stall. The merchant looks like he comes from Rus, and his heavy accent confirms Ivar’s expectations.

He offers Ivar a good deal on a ready-made dress and a fur, but when Ivar turns to her, her eyes are wide.

“That is too expensive.” She says decidedly. The merchant immediately tells her he’s unwilling to haggle, but she shrugs, choosing a plain fabric instead. Ivar is sure it’s meant for aprons, but the light blue color suits her, so he hands over his coin.

“You need a pelt for when it gets colder.” He tells her. She looks uncomfortable at the thought, but nods.

“But not from this stall. This is luxury clothing he’s selling.”

Ivar lets her lead him away from the stalls on the main road, and towards a tiny stall that sells pelts as well as a few vegetables that have definitely been grown in the sorry soil of Kattegat.

She seems to know the vendor, who looks surprised at seeing a prince at her stall. Ivar chooses the fur, and she immediately begins haggling with the woman, before they settle on a price, she deems reasonable. Before they leave, Ivar spots a deep green, but still plain dress.

“That one too.” He tells the woman.

“You really don’t have to.” She insists, but the vendor readily holds it out for Ivar to inspect.

“No discussion.” Ivar tells her. “You need more than one proper dress.”

“I can make at least three out of this fabric.” She replies but lets him buy the dress.

They walk back onto the main road together, and she offers to go home. She’s blushing as she looks at the green dress, and Ivar can tell that she can’t believe the amount of money he just spent on her.

“I want to keep looking.” Ivar tells her. The blacksmith lives next to the stalls, and Ivar wants to pick up an axe he commissioned. Then, he wants to go to the stall of a Francian who sells wares from the Mediterranean. His mother loves oranges, so Ivar always goes to see if they have any.

While he’s at the blacksmith, he gives her money to go to the Francian. He follows soon after, only to see that she’s still at the stall.

“I don’t sell to thralls.” The merchant tells her as Ivar comes closer.

“It’s not for me, and I have the money. My master sent me to buy them.” She explains. “And I can take the bad ones off your hands, if you’d like.”

“Stop begging and buy off of someone else.” The merchant hisses.

“Is there a problem?” Ivar asks, stepping next to her. His axe is still in his hand.

“Prince Ivar!” he exclaims. Turning to her, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me who your master was?”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” She presses out, and Ivar can see the barely concealed anger in the way she clenches her jaw, and her knuckles turn white on the handle of her basket.

The merchant hands over the oranges, and then turns around and gives her another crate.

“The bad ones.” He says. Ivar looks at them and sees a few with marks, some with a little mold on them. He would never eat them, but she smiles brightly and thanks the merchant.

“Why did you ask him for the foul ones?” he asks her as soon as they are out of the rude merchant’s hearing.

“They’re not foul.” She laughs. “Just a bit old. These stalls are luxury stalls, so they usually don’t even sell to random thralls, but once, Bodil found a mandarin after the stall had closed down. She brought it to the thrall quarters and shared it with all of us. We kept the peel because it smelled so good. Since then, we’ve been trying to get more, whether that’s the old ones or something that fell off his cart.”

Ivar thinks he understands. There’s one last stop he wants to make today, but before they make it, she spots a young girl. Ivar follows her gaze. It’s another thrall, who waves to her. The girl can’t be older than seven. Unsure, she glances to him.

“Go.” Ivar tells her, and she almost runs off, taking the young girl into her arms. He sees them chatter and the girl grabs an orange from the crate, holding it up high over her head triumphantly. She reminds Ivar of Hvitserk. Ivar turns to the stall he wants to visit.

“I want to buy a necklace.” He tells the merchant. They know each other well. She’s an old woman, who was already selling her jewelry when Aslaug came to Kattegat. Ivar has been going to her whenever he wants to buy his mother a present.

“For your mother?” she asks, and Ivar shakes his head.

“For the girl?” she guesses, and Ivar stares at the ground.

“Just a simple one. With a stone or so.” He tells her. She turns around, going through one of her displays, until she finds what she’s looking for.

It’s a simple band with an amber pendant she hands him, and Ivar finds it almost painfully on the nose.

“Would you like a ring to go with it?” she asks in an almost teasing voice, and it’s only because Ivar has known her all her life that there are no consequences.

“What would I need that for?” he asks coolly.

“I’ve never seen you with that girl before, but I can tell when men are in love. It’s why I sell so much.”

“Secrets of the trade?” Ivar asks sarcastically.

“Precisely that. Tell her you’re in love. And free her if you haven’t already. I’ve heard nothing bad about that girl, and it’s obvious to me she loves you back.”

Ivar nodded, handing over the money before quickly leaving the stall, necklace clutched in his hand. She enjoyed gossip, entertaining his mother whenever she came to her stall, Ivar knew that. She also enjoyed making money. Was it really true that she liked him?

She’s spinning the girl around as Ivar comes closer, before she hugs her and turns around to find him. She almost bumps into Ivar.

“Oh sorry.” She apologizes. “I’m a bit dizzy. You know, from all the turning.”

Her hairdo is dangerously close to falling apart, and Ivar wants to fix it for her later.

“Who was that?” Ivar asks.

“That’s Bodil. I gave her the oranges so she can share with her family and friends.”

“What about you?”

“I already got fabric and a dress, AND a fur coat. I don’t need more luxuries.” She shrugs.

Shakily, Ivar grabbed the amber pendant. “I still want to give you this.”

She accepts it carefully, as if it’ll crack if she cradles it too harshly. “Thank you, Ivar. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Then, she hugs him, in the middle of the main road. Ivar freezes, not knowing what to do. Carefully, he lays his head on her shoulder.

They walk into the Great Hall the moment Ubbe and Hvitserk return, and Ivar shoots her a regretful glance as his brothers pull him away.

“I’ll clean your room and change your bedding.” She calls after him, disappearing with her new things.

Aslaug’s POV:

Ivar and his thrall had come back from the market just in time for Aslaug to watch her disappear into his room. She didn’t trust this woman. Perhaps she would use Ivar’s trust to steal something he wouldn’t miss. Perhaps she was as ambitious as Margrethe.

Aslaug was going to find out.

The thrall didn’t notice her at first. She was pulling the linens off of Ivar’s bed, her back turned to the door. Only when she turned around did she see Aslaug.

“My Queen.” She said, bowing her head. “Prince Ivar bought you oranges. I’ve had them brought to the kitchens. Is there anything specific you’d like them with?”

“What are your intentions with my son?”

“I don’t have any intentions.” She replied.

“Why did you sleep with him?” Aslaug continued.

“I thought he was attractive.”

“Despite his legs?”

“I’m not as superficial as some other women.” She said calmly.

“Would you like to be free one day?” Aslaug asked

“Which thrall doesn’t?”

“Do you love him?” Aslaug asked finally. There’s silence from this quick-witted thrall. It lasts too long to be a lie. She doesn’t answer Aslaug at all. The queen grabbed the thrall’s jaw, making her look up at her. Aslaug noticed how young she looked. She couldn’t be much older than Ivar.

She remembered her vision. Aslaug had dreamt that Ivar would marry a thrall one day. She had also dreamt that Ivar would die at sea before he would marry. Her visions did not help her. They only conflicted each other.

“He cannot free you.” Aslaug told her.

“Being his thrall has already made me happier.” She replied.

“He’ll marry someone else. A worthy princess or an earl’s daughter. Not you.”

For a moment, Aslaug sees her façade drop. A second of hurt and jealousy. Then it was over, and Aslaug let go of her jaw.

“Break his heart.” She told the girl, “And you’ll have his family lining up to kill you before he does.”

“I know.” She replied, as if that didn’t scare her. Then, the thrall continued cleaning the bed, as if their conversation had never happened.

Ivar’s POV:

She was talking to Hvitserk. Why the fuck was she talking to Hvitserk?

He creeps closer, trying to make out what she’s saying. Hvitserk’s laughing at something she just told him, and it makes Ivar’s blood boil.

“I can teach them how to make the bread.” Ivar can finally hear her say. What?

Hvitserk sees him, and smiles at Ivar brightly. Absentmindedly, he hands her his cup, and Ivar wants to start a fight with him for disrespecting his woman. Except that she is a thrall, and all she’ll ever be is his property.

“I was just asking her about the bread she made. Now that she isn’t in the kitchen, it’ll be the old bread again.” Hvitserk explains.

“Stay away from her.” Ivar tells him, before going to her.

“Jealous?” Hvitserk teases.

“Shut up.” Ivar almost roars over his shoulder.

“If it’s alright I’ll teach the others in the kitchen how to make the bread sometime next week.” She offers.

“I don’t want you talking to Hvitserk.” Ivar says.

“He’s your brother. I’m bound to see him when I’m living in your home.”

Ivar’s hand shoots up, resting on her neck.

“He’s good with most women. I’m not.” Ivar presses out.

“And I am not most women.” She replies quietly. “I thought we’d already established that.”

Ivar could feel the anger creeping up on him. Suddenly, every man in the room was staring at her. The two shieldmaidens making out in the corner seemed to be waving her over, asking them to join. Sigurd was there, Hvitserk was there, Ubbe was there, even Bjorn was there.

They all look like they were going to take her from him. And the worst part was, Ivar knows they could.

“Go to my room. Now. Take that dress off.” He tells her, before letting go of her neck.

He stays until he can’t bear it anymore before he walks towards their room. Hvitserk throws him a look that used to be reserved for teasing Ubbe, but no one else in the Great Hall notices.

When he gets to their, no, his room, the dress is barely over her shoulders.

“That was fast.” She comments. Wordlessly, Ivar grabs her, pushing her against the door. Her back hits it with a quiet thud, and she lets him tear the dress down her shoulders. The necklace rests between her breasts, a reminder that she’s his.

His fingers are on her, groping greedily because Ivar wants to somehow show her that he loves her, and that he wants her to be his – in a way that she cannot be.

“You’re mine.” Ivar says harshly, “Only mine.”

She nods frantically, and Ivar knows that, in any other situation, she would’ve said something snarky.

“Say it.” He demands. He can feel the desperation inside him growing, he wants her to tell him she feels the same way. He needs her too.

“Yours.” She breathes out, the word ending in a moan when his hand finds her pussy.

She repeats it from her own volition, over and over as Ivar leads her to his bed and sucks dark splotches onto her skin. Her hands trail down his chest, towards his breeches and Ivar lets her do it, because this is something he can trust her with.

Her hand finds his cock and she pumps up and down, until Ivar is groaning into her neck, almost ready to beg her. When he pushes into her, it feels just as good as the first time, but this time, Ivar isn’t tense, only angry.

He wants to be gentle with her, so he kisses her slowly, lets his touch become softer. He still squeezes her neck and grabs her hips, because that’s as gentle as Ivar will ever get. When he’s done, he pulls out, using his fingers to get her to finish too.

They lie side by side in silence, and Ivar can hear the sounds of the feast taking place behind his door. He wonders if they heard them. A part of him wants them to know that he can do it. Another part wants her to be his secret.

Her hand finds his. She holds it as carefully as her necklace of amber, staring up at the ceiling. Ivar looks at her, but she doesn’t notice, and for the first time, he sees her.  He sees a reflection of his anger in her. It’s hidden much better, but it’s there.

“Why are you angry?” he asks her. She hesitates, as if she’s considering lying to him.

“The merchant.” She replies.

“I can have him killed if you want.” Ivar offers. She shakes her head, beginning to smile.

“And what would that do?”

“He wouldn’t be able to disrespect you without a head.”

“It wouldn’t change anything. There’ll always be people treating me like I am worth less than cattle. It’s stupid to be angry at them, but I can’t help it. Even if someone freed me, I’d always be the former thrall.” She explains. Ivar knows that he cannot understand fully what she means, and that makes him angrier than before.

“They wouldn’t disrespect you if you were a queen.” Ivar blurts out. She turns to face him, a hand running through his hair.

“My Ivar.” She says, and his heart skips a beat. “We both know that won’t happen. You love your mother far too much.”

I love you too. Ivar wants to say, because he can hear it between the words she does say, I love you and I’d break my promise to my mother for you. I think.

“You’re the only one in the world who understands my anger.” He says instead. It has to be enough, for now.

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[lokifromvalhalla]

MASTERLIST

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⟐VIKINGS

IVAR THE BONELESS

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

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

⟐ A poisoned mind | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⟐ Time and humility | Ivar The Boneless x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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[istorkyou]

A Thousand Battles (A Modern Ivar AU)

A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)

Warnings- Angst, violence, death, smut.

Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?

Word Count - 3113

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Chapter 14 - Final Chapter

He is in a meeting when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Well, it’s not really a meeting, more of an information gathering session in a warehouse involving sharp instruments and spilled blood. He’s been taking on more and more of these ‘meetings’ since she disappeared, a good way to expel some of his rage and sadness productively.

He walks away from the man he is dealing with, wipes his hands on a cloth and gets his phone out to an interesting message on his screen.

One of her passports was used to get into the country three hours ago.

A smile quirks onto his lips very briefly followed by a deep inhalation of breath.

“You, take over from here. Just kill him. I’ve got the information I need now.”

He hears a gunshot behind him as he heads out to his armoured SUV to take him back to the estate.

When he arrives back he doesn’t go to the main house but straight to their house. He knows Ragnar would have got the same message and he needs to check something out first before he sees his father. He hurries to their shared closet, still full of her clothes and he pulls out the black shoes with the red soles, her stash spot, pulling out an untraceable phone. He turns it on and waits. The phone beeps twice. Two messages. Both from anonymous numbers, both from her.

Coming home. Too dangerous now.

See me before they get to me? I will come alone. I miss you so much.

He texts back quickly.

Yes. Will message soon. I love you. Thank you for all the photos last week, baby.

As he stashes the phone back he lets his finger run over the notebook that took him less than three days to decipher. One of the reasons he searched so hard for her and established secret communication. He cried for days when he broke the code and read her words. An anthology of love, dating from the night they met, describing every feeling she ever had for him, her deep love, the light he had reignited inside her after years of living in the black. Much as he had before he met her. The reasons why she acted as she did after Sardinia, the threats made against his life, the coldness she showed him when underneath she felt nothing but adoration. She explained it all in a diary she never intended for anyone to read. Her soul lives in these pages, and so does his.

Always and forever, no matter how far apart.

———————

He heads to the main house and into his fathers study.

”I am sure you’ve seen the message. She has returned.” Ragnar says without looking up from his papers.

Ivar nods. “I’ll take care of it. She will contact me soon, I’m sure of it.”

Ragnar looks up and stares into his son's eyes, carbon copies of his own. “Will you be able to finish the job this time? She cannot live, Ivar. She simply must die. If you feel like you can’t do it, or she will get the drop on you again I’ll send a whole team to hunt her down.”

“I’ll do it father. She is my responsibility. I will not fuck it up again. I’ll let you know when she contacts me and what the plan is from there.”

Ragnar nods in agreement and rounds his desk to embrace his son. “I am sorry for this, sorry it has to be done. You understand though?”

“I do. It’s been a long time coming,” Ivar says tersely, “I’ll speak to you soon.”

———————

He leaves the estate in his own vehicle, he drives for an hour and no one is following him. He pulls into a multi-storey car park and switches cars and drives for an hour to another car park and does the same.

It’s dark by the time he reaches the hotel. A shitty, off the track hotel he’d never be seen dead in usually. He walks as quickly as he can to a door and knocks three times.

The door opens a fraction and he pushes it the rest of the way, slowly revealing his wife to him. She has her gun pointed at him.

“Alone?”

“Alone, baby.” He steps in and shuts the door behind him before they walk quickly towards each other, arms pulling the other into a tight embrace, clinging to the other, tears falling.

“I missed you so much, Liet.”

“Fuck I missed you so much too.”

They pull at each other’s clothing, frantic to get the other naked as quickly as possible. When their goal is managed they fall onto the crappy, lumpy hotel bed together on their sides, her leg over his waist before he pushes her onto her back and he crawls over her, their mouths attached the whole time. She grabs his hard cock and lines him up a half a second before he pushes deep into her.

Their mirrored groans into each other’s mouths make them giggle.

“Fuck, love, you feel so good,” he says into her mouth before moving her inside of her, drawing deep, low moans from her. “I missed you every second of every day.”

“Me too, Ivar. Harder, please, harder!”

Their fingers dig into each other's skin, pulling into the other, trying to close the millimetres left between their bodies, a desperate need to feel every part of the other, a desperate need to fill the two year gap since they last were with each other physically.

It takes no time for their knowledge of each other’s bodies to kick in and they make each other orgasm. Shuddering against each other, the air blue with obscenities.

When they finally loosen their grip on the other they stay as close as possible, noses touching, laying on their sides, hands running up each other’s backs.

“Hi, baby,” he laughs out.

“Hi, love,” she giggles in reply.

They just stare at each other, who knows for how long. Long enough for him to run his hand through her longer hair. To run his fingers over some new scarring on her body. Long enough for her to touch his thigh where she inflicted a break. Long enough to revel in his eyes and compare them to his.

“Anyone since us, Ivar? Are you happy?”

“No one. No one ever again. Always and forever, baby. You?”

“Never for me, Ivar. You and only you. I need you to be happy again though. After all this.”

Ivar waves his hand as if dismissing her words. There is no point in lying to her, pretending he will ever let anyone in again so he just changes the subject.

“I did what you asked, love, I killed Lev.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she lets out a giggle of relief. “Thank you, Ivar. How?”

“I peeled his skin off slowly and I made him watch videos of us when we were happy, after the accident. He begged for your forgiveness and his life in the end, love.”

A nasty sneer flashes across her face. “Good, he deserves every second of pain you inflicted on him.”

A comfortable silence settles between them again before Ivar breaks it. “Where is he, Liet?”

“He’s safe I promise. I will need to get back to him in the early morning. That’s why I’m back, it’s too dangerous now. I’ve had too many close calls and I’m frightened for him. He needs stability, Ivar. I’m done running. I’m here to face what I need to, and to give you your son. You need to keep him safe from now on. I can’t offer him that any longer.”

Ivar knew this is why she had come back. Knew his men had almost caught her in Belize. Had heard rumours of her father almost tracking her down in Peru. Ivar almost gave himself away numerous times trying to throw them off her and their sons scent, Ragnar was suspicious at one point and that was when the Belize incident happened. He had warned her but a little too late. He begged her to bring his son back to him but she wasn’t ready.

She is ready now.

Ivar clears his throat, trying to dislodge the ball in it. “I am going to talk to my father. Things are different now, with the baby. I… I’ll talk sense into him. We can be toget…” the rest of his sentence is cut off by her lips crashing his. When she pulls away she gives him a little smile.

“Ivar. We’ve talked about this. Your father will not allow me to live, for his reputation and his own peace of mind. I knew coming back here it would be the end for me, I’m under no illusion I will not die tomorrow. I thought you had come to terms with it, baby?” She runs her hand over his furrowed brow and her thumb wipes a tear away. “Even if Ragnar allowed it, which he absolutely will not, I wouldn’t allow it. If my father knew I was back, knew about our son, he would never stop coming for me, for him. He wouldn't stop until we were all cold in the ground, everyone, your mother, father and brothers. There would be no peace until he had our son in his care. I can not allow that. I’m here so our baby can have a life without being hunted for the mistakes I made.” She is aware her voice isn’t as soft as she would like it to be, but she also knows that Ivar responds to this cold, detached hard truth. “I have loved you enough for a whole lifetime, this is how it has to be, love. You know this.”

He doesn’t reply, he nods stiffly and a silence settles between them.

“Liet. He will always know about you, I’ll never let him forget how much you love him, how much we love each other. No one will poison his mind against you.”

His heart breaks entirely to pieces as she crumbles down in front of him. She knows this is her last night on this Earth. Her actual last night this time. She is giving herself up for the sake of their baby. Their 14 month old baby who has his fathers eyes nestled in the features of his mother.

The greatest sacrifice a mother can make.

“Ivar, try to raise him out of this life. I know that won’t be easy, but send him to college, make him useful away from the violence. Make sure my father doesn’t get to him. Make sure Ragnar doesn’t ruin him. I’m trusting you with our baby, Ivar. You need to do for him what my past had robbed from me, a chance at a happy future. Be soft with him, like you are with me. Be loving and supportive no matter who he turns out to be or the choices he makes. Show him my Ivar, not the Ivar everyone else sees. Promise me?”

“I promise. I will be the best father,” Ivar says resolutely.

She gives him a genuine smile. “I have absolutely no doubt that you will.”

“Tell me more about him, baby.”

They spend the next few hours talking about him, his likes, his dislikes, how he sleeps curled up next to her every night with his favourite Elephant cuddly. She explains how rough the next few months will be for Ivar, he is his daddy but FaceTime can’t replicate a real connection. She explains how to best comfort him, what songs to sing him and how to make him laugh, what she wants for him in the future. She tells Ivar she has written letters for when he is older so he can understand what happened, but that it will be up to Ivar to judge when and if he feels their son can handle the information. Ivar says nothing, he just soaks up every word.

“I think that’s it.” She glances at her watch.”I will send you a text at 11am to tell me to meet me at 4pm. Your father will intercept it, we both know he will send someone. Just…. Just cover his eyes before, promise me you won’t both watch me die.”

“I promise. I promise you. We have 8 hours until I need to be home to get the message.”

“8 hours.”

“Those hours are for us and us only.” He reaches for his phone, and taps until the room is filled with music.

Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac.

He stands up and holds his hand out to her. “Come dance with me one last time, baby.”

Her eyes mist over again as she goes to him, clinging to him tightly. She closes her eyes, compartmentalises the coming day and enjoys every second they have remaining.

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9am rolls around and it’s time for him to go.

They cling to each other before she loosens her grip and grabs his face, pulling it closer to hers.

“In the next life, Ivar. I will find you in the next and every life we have after. Look after our baby.”

He holds her face, forehead touching hers. “This life and the next. I love you. I will keep him safe. I promise on everything I am, my beautiful Liet. The bravest person I’ve ever met, my fighter, my Valkyrie.”

They share a kiss, a kiss so full of love, pain, admiration and promise that they both smile and cry as they pull away and he leaves.

—————————

His phone beeps dead on 11am.

Meet me at warehouse 2c at 4pm. Just you. I have something for you.

He enters the main house to his father waiting in his study.

“You saw the message?” he asks his Father.

“I did. I wonder what she has for you?”

“A bullet in my brain I would imagine?”

Ragnar regards him, hard eyes travelling over his face. “Take your gun. You shoot her on sight. There is nothing she has that we need, nothing she can give you worth anything. Kill her and we can all move on.”

Ivar nods quickly. “That is my plan.” He turns to walk out of his fathers office.

Ragnar waits until the heavy slam of the front door hits his ears before picking up his phone. “4pm. The docks. Set up a sniper. Kill her if he hesitates.”

——————-

Ivar pulls up to the warehouse and sits for a second. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to stop the flow of tears that have been cascading down his face the whole 45 minute ride over. His heart is ripping to shreds inside his chest, despite having years to come to terms with it, a tiny sliver of bright hope lit his black soul thinking they could be a family one day. His rational brain knew it would never happen, she told him weekly it would never be the case, but the fact that the end is now is too much for him to bear.

But bear it he must. Not for her, or himself, but for their beautiful son.

He walks into the warehouse and his trained eyes see the minuscule glint from the sniper rifle up high in the corner. He will be sure to tell his father about the snipers fuck up.

His eyes find her, standing in the centre of the massive room, her back to him. His heart stops. She hasn’t brought the baby, he can’t see his son. When he is close enough he gets his gun out and points it at her.

“Liet?”

She turns slowly, their baby asleep in her arms, she doesn’t look at Ivar, she doesn’t take her eyes off their baby, soaking in every last second she has with him. He lowers his weapon as soon as he sees his son.

“The sniper is shit, love. I spotted him the second I walked in,” she chuckles lightly, “tell Ragnar I said he needs better men.

————

The sniper can’t hear what they are saying, and neither can Ragnar watching from his office from a camera feed attached to the rifle.

“Sir, she has a baby in her arms.”

“I can see that.”

“Shall I take the shot?”

“No. Do not dare. I’m pretty sure I am looking at my grandchild.” Ragnars eyes are full of tears. It’s been years since anything elicited such emotion from him. He understands now why Ivar has tried to keep her safe these past two years, not just out of love for her, but a fathers love for his child.

Ragnar wipes his eyes and rolls his shoulder. “Be ready. This is an exchange. When it’s done I will give the word.”

—————

Julietta gives Ivar a look of pure love. “Ready, baby? When I hand him to you I need you to turn away and walk out. Don’t watch me die, love. Okay?”

Ivar’s nods twice. They step towards each other, he drops his gun on the floor so he can embrace her one last time. With their foreheads touching, and tears on their faces she hands the baby to Ivar, bends down, sniffs the baby's head and kisses him before turning her attention back to his father, placing a slow kiss on his lips.

“In the next life, love,” she says

“Always and forever,” he replies.

She takes two steps back and Ivar swivels on his heels, clinging to his son, lurching away on his crutch.

———-

“Sir, shall I take the shot now?”

Ragnar is silent. His heart is breaking for his son but he knows what must be done. Even if he saw fit to let her live Ragnar knows her own father would never stop coming for her and if he were ever to catch up with her he would torture her to death. Ragnar rolls his shoulders and clenches his teeth.

———-

Ivar hears the pop and the whizz of the bullet from the sniper fly past him. He hears the grunt from her chest on impact and he hears as she falls to the floor with a thud.

The tears in his eyes blind him, he squeezes his eyes shut to clear them. He wants to scream up into the universe, make the whole world hear his pain. But he looks into the face of his sleeping son in his arms and knows he won’t, he won’t scare him. So he holds it in, to be let out at a later time when his son is not with him.

He will be the best father to their son

For her.

His beautiful Liet.

FIN.

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[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Sweeter than honey.. Part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.

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3 months later....

You spent the last 3 months picking up the pieces. Ivar and Hvitserk were with you all the way, Ubbe and Bjorn too when they were in town. The only brother you didn't see the past 6 months was Sigurd. You two weren't particulary close especially since Ivar was closer to you and they hated eachother. Sigurd had a way to always get under Ivar's skin. That day you got home to an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to the door. You went to the livingroom to find Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd on the couch playing on the ps5.

-I love all the pillows in my room, thanks (Y/n). - said Sigurd with a cocky smile on his face.

-Yea no, i'm renting that room, you can take the couch or i dont care, but not my room.

Ivar sighed at his brother as he got up from the couch, walking up to oyu and putting a hand around your waist.

-Or maybe we could share your bed? - he leaned in close, and you didn't see but Ivar and Hvitserk sat there with clenched jaws, barely holding back.

-In your dreams asshat. - you said before twirling out of his arms sitting between Hvitserk and Ivar on the couch.

-So where am i gonna go then? - he asked suddenly pissed.

-Well you can take mine, i have a date anyways. - said Ivar standing up to leave.

-Good luck tiger. - you smiled at him snuggling up to Hvitserk.

-Wait, you don't have a date tonight doll? - Hvitserk held you closer as you heard the front door closing, Sigurd leaving after Ivar.

-No, not after the last time. - you say with a sigh.

-Why? Was he an asshole? Do i need to go and find him? - he asked wriggling his eyebrows.

-Nah, he was fine. Except for... -you say motioning downwards.

-Was it too small? - he mocked you, as he curled a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

-Nah, it was average, but.. he.. um.. - you felt suddenly shy, you shared everything with them, but right now, in his arms, looking up at him, only you realized how close he was. - you know when they are like.. go in without foreplay, finish in 10 seconds and ask you if you finished?

He laughed as he nuzzled your nose.

-Pretty girl left high and dry? tsk tsk, but no i don't know that. Actually i can't imagine that.. i mean how sexy when a woman is begging for me to let her go and don't make her come the 4th time? - he said cheekily as your breathing hitched. -Ah, what's with the blush? Was it long ago?

-Oh um.. i .. not really, i mean... i .. i usually just help myself.. - you said shrugging your shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.

-Oh yea? And i never heard you?

-You're never home when i get home from these "awesome" dates. - you said smirking before you go to the kitchen to get yourself a vodka with applejuice. That was your go-to. You don't notice how he watched your butt in your oh-so-short shorts you usually wear at home.

When you get back to the couch you decided on a Shameless marathon. A few hours and a few drinks later you and Hvitserk are out on the balcony smoking quietly. He stands behind you, his front to your back as he snakes an arm around you.

-I could help you though. - he murmurs before gently nuzzling into your neck.

-With what?

-Well i could show you a good time. - he said kissing your neck.

-Don't fool around Hvitty.

-Not fooling. - he whispered as he started to nip at your ear. Making you sigh as you try to clench your thighs together without him noticing.

-Hvitserk.. - you whimper. - we shouldn't do this.. we're friends since forever..

-All the more reason to do it. We know eachother, we are comfortable, it's safe.. cmon (Y/n), let's have some fun.. Those bastards won't be back until tomorrow.. - he said as his hands started to roam around you while he was kissing your neck again.

-With one condition. - you said as you turned in his arms, one hand immediately settling on your butt as the other held you flush to him as he nodded waiting for your conditions. - you won't tell your stupid brothers, and we don't let it fuck up our friendship. it's just a one time thing.

-Whatever you want princess. - he says before gently kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen it. You didn't even noticed that he started to walk you back into the apartment and to his room, until he pushed you back to his now closed door, hands going under your thighs as he held you up.

He then slowly walked to his bed with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. He gently put you in the bed before breaking the kiss as he hovered over you with a small smile. Eyes searching for yours.

-Can i? - he said as his hand played with the hem of your shirt, and you nod shyly. He took it off his hand smoothing over your skin gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gently hooking into the waistband of your short, leaving you in your under wear. He kisses anywhere he can before settling between your legs, teasing with featherlight touches over your clothed nub, and the very sides of your folds. You never felt this turned on in your life, it made you more talkative that you usually were.

-Hvitserk.. please... - you moaned quietly, as he nuzzled his nose into your panties. He licked a slow strip upwards, and you could feel yourself soaking your panties. He gently hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them to the side before he started to lick you. The gentleness didn't lasted too long before hestarted to eat you out like a starving man. Noone ever ate you out like this, almost as if they were all bored, but not Hvitserk, he seemed to actually get off of your pleasure which made you even hornier. But when you were at the brink of coming, and your hands found his hair he suddenly stopped. And with a smirk he climbed over you kissing you playfully, making you taste yourself. You sighed.

-That's mean... - you said pouting.

-I know baby, but no touching for you. Tonight's about you. So keep your hands to yourself or i'll tie you to my bed. - he winked at you before his hand wandered to your already soaked mound. His small touches made you shiver as you looked at him pleading. Your eyes shut the moment he slipped two fingers inside of you so you didn't see the loving look on his face as you slowly came undone on his fingers, in his bed, your hands clutching the bedframe. You were a good girl, his good girl, at least in this moment. He helped you ride out your high before settling himself between your legs. Somewhere along the way he got naked, and you couldn't help but admire his body under your lashes. He searched for a rubber in his drawer when you interrupted him.

-Forget that shit, im on the pill and im clean. - he never in his life dove in faster before, lining himself up and paaainfully slowly sinking himself into you. When he was seated fully, he leaned in t o kiss you as he felt you fluttering around him. He was nibbling on your lips, member still unmoving when you started to grind your hips making him moan into your mouth.

-You'll be the death of me. - he said before he picked up his pace. You were moaning under him, hands still holding the bedframe. - Taking me so well... If i knew you'd feel like heaven i'd try something sooner.. - he cooed.

He pushed down your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

-Hvitserk.. - you moaned his name and he felt you fluttering around himself.

-C'mon baby.. give me one more.. - he said as he kissed your sternum, his pace still unforgiving as you came undone under him a second time. At this point you barely knew anything else than his name. He moved slowly inside of you now. Smiling at your blissful state, peppering kisses wherever he could. He put one hand over your wrists as he pickud up his speed again his other hand holding your waist, surely leaving marks.

-You have one more sweetheart.. i can feel it.. want you to cum with me. - he growled. You felt so good around him. snug and velvety. He was hooked.

-Hvitty.. Hvitty... - you moaned as you neared your third orgasm. He took his hand from your waist and started rubbind circles around your oversensitive clit, making you come undone again, and the fluttering of your walls pushed him over the edge too. He caressed your body harsly as he painted your walls white, collapsing on top of you, gathering you in his arms. He placed your hands around his neck then swiped a few locks of your hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.

He cleaned you up, and took you in his arms. The drinks in your system made you forget that he won't leave the next morning, but you fell asleep regardless. He couldn't though. He watched you sleep in his arms in your naked glory. You were peaceful and perfect. You fit in his arms just as perfectly as you fit around Him.

He will try to think of something. He promised after all..

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The next day you woke up in Hvitserks arms. A slight panic on your face as you realize that you are very much naked, and not in your room, and you can hear Ivar and Ubbe in the kitchen.

You slap Hvitserk awake.

-You gotta help me. If they figure i slept in here i'm never gonna hear the end of it. - you said to him pissed.

-Mkay baby, just. sleep a bit more. - he said trying to snuggle closer to you. That's when you hear a knock on the door.

-Hvitty, you decent? i'm coming in! - said Ubbe as you basically jump and hide in the closet. You forget your shorts and shirt, muttering a small shit as the door opens and Ubbe finds Hvitserk laying in his bed, the duvet over his nether parts.

-WHat's up Ubbe? - he asks in his morning voice.

-You seen (Y/n) yet? She's usually up by now, i wanted to ask if she'd be up to a double date. There's this girl, Margrethe and she says she'll only go on a date with me if i bring someone for his brother.

-I've been sleeping until now, maybe she went for a run or some shit. - he said indifferent but you could see his jaw clenching when Ubbe mentioned the brother of this girl.

When Ubbe left the room, thankfully not noticing your clothing or so you thought.. Hvitserk invited them out for a smoke so you can sneak out and into your room.

When you emerged again it was as if you had just slept in. You started to make coffee. Ivar popped up next to you, Ubbe and Hvitserk on the other side of the counter.

-Hey princess,had a long night? - teased Ivar.

-Yea, we had a shameless marathon adn drank a bit. WHo knew that a drinking game where you drink everytime there's nipples, boobs, butts and dicks will get you drunk in no time.. - you said laughing a bit.

-I wouldn't drink unless they are yours. - winked Ivar and you felt a blush creep up your neck. - wait wait.. what do we have here? - he said as he gently brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing a hickey.

-Oh shut it, date 3 nights ago. - you said, trying to save face. You knew damn well that it was from Hvitserk, and also that date finished in 10 second, not paying attention to oyu... no way he would've leave a hickey. You brushed your hair back, briefly looking over at Hvitserk who had a cocky smile on his face.

-You finally got laid? Way to go babe! Now that calls for a celebration, all of us, in the club, tonight. No excuses. - said Ivar. - Ubbe you can bring your girl and her brother too.

That made Hvitserk clench his jaw again. He's not gonna let that bastard get close to you.

-Be pretty. - said Ivar kissing your cheek before leaving with Ubbe who was already on the phone with Margrethe. Leaving you and Hvitserk staring at eachother.

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At the club...

You were out on the dancefloor, the boys were up in the VIP when Ubbe and Margethe and her brother Harik arrived. When Ubbe asked them where you were, Ivar smirked and pointed at you. A single light on you as you danced, a swarm of men and women dancing around you, kind of fighting for your attention.

-You didn't say she was a goddess... - said Harik already licking his lips as he stalked to you as if you were his prey. Margrethe sat down between Ubbe and Hvitserk and started flirting with them both. Ubbe didn't mind, they usually share women but this time Hvitserk seemed reluctant. Nothing a bit of magic powder wouldn't solve though. The boys started to party, as Harik started to hit on you. You didn't give a shit about him occasionally smiling at him as you danced as if you had heard what he said. The truth is you didn't give a shit. You had enough alcohol in your system to think that maybe you could go for Hvitserk tonight too. You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came out again, you were yanked back into a hard chest. Harik whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body. You would've been happy if this was Hvitserk, but no, not Harik. You elbowed him in the crotch when nothing else worked and ran. You felt so vunerable, so humiliated your tears started to fall as you ran through the dance floor, back up to the vip for your bag so you can leave.

-Shit, (Y/n), whats wrong? - asked Bjorn with concern, You just shook your head and saw Hvitserk and Ubbe all over Margrethe.. it was ok for Ubbe, but it wasn't a full 24 hours since Hvitserk came in you... You grabbed your bag, running out of the club. Only Bjorn noticed and then a fuming Harik came and grabbed Margrethe from between his brothers.

-Deals off. The bitch elbowed me in the crotch when i tried to get her to blow me near the toilets... - he said fuming.

Bjorn stood up, so did Ivar, shoving the girl he tongue fighted a minute ago.

-She's not a bitch, and maybe she didn't elbow you if you'd be the gentleman you said you were. She can smell a douche from a mile. - said Bjorn before taking his jacket and going after you.

He found you near the back alley, crying. He walked up to you and hugged you close.

-Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're safe. Ivar will take care of the bastard i promise. - you sniffled into his chest as he held you even thighter.

-I-i just- i... i was so terrified. I though hes gonna... he's gonna..... he had an arm around my neck and his other hand already started to... i ...

-Shhh. it's okay.. i just told it to Ivar, - he said pocketing his phone - now, let's get you home allright? - he asked with concern.

When you got home, he followed you to your room.

-Do you need anything sweetheart?

-I.. i don't wanna be alone... could you stay? At least until someone comes home? - you asked sniffling.

-Course i can stay. Scoot over. - he said as he got into your bed, making you lay your head on his chest, his hand gently drawing circles on your back. Your dress had a lowcut back, so he was caressing your skin. You slowly snaked a hand on his stomach snuggling closer. You put your leg over his. His touch caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin, and you heard a low chuckle.

-You cold sweetheart?

-Nah, these kind of caresses just make me horny. - you said noticing that he did not stop. You felt brave enough so you snaked your hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gently scratching it, you earned a sigh and a kiss to the top of your head.

-Playing a dangerous game there... - he growled and you giggled gently scratching further down, stopping just above his belt.

-Love games. - you whispered as you started to undo his belt buckle and his pants, grabbing his already hard member through his briefs. He grabbed you and made you staddle him. Looking you in the eye. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly as if asking for permisson, but when his hands grabbed your thighs and he licked your lower lip asking for an opportonutiy to deepen the kiss, you were gone. You didn't want the slow foreplay, you wanted to touch him all over. You gently scooted down, freeing his member. He tried to protest but you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of sucking him, so thats just what you did. You licked from the base to the tip, making him groan as you took him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, hand stroking what you couldn't take in your mouth.

-Jesus (Y/n).. - he said his hand taking a handful of your hair. He moaned and you felt him twitch in your hold. You released him with a loud pop. And climbed on him for a kiss.

He spanked your butt, making you moan before he shoved his hand between you two.

-Sucking me off made you this wet? - he asked fingers gently teasing your etrance. You just nod with a smirk. - such a good girl. - he said as he lined himself up with your needy hole, and you sank down on him. Hips gently moving back and forth as you rode him. You were a sight to behold. He held your hips, kissed your neck and collarbones. He could see your nipples poking through your dress. He took it off, and kissed your chest all over. Mumbling sweet nothings on your skin, pulling orgasms from you, before spilling his seed inside of you. He then pulled you close, dick still inside you. You fell asleep like that. In his hold, feeling safe and content.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but a note on the bedside table.

I wish i could've stayed and held you, but i couldn't risk my brothers finding me there. We would never hear the end of it. Someday though ;)...

You smiled at the sweetness of it, before heading to the shower.

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Ubbe Ragnarsson NSFW Alphabet.

Vikings Masterlist

Check my page but drabbles are usually open.

Not beta read we die like medieval peasants who spelled everything phonetically.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Almost unbearably cuddly, good luck moving for the next twenty minutes because he's going to hold you until you can't move and your limbs are falling asleep. He'll tell you how good you did and make sure you have something to eat and drink, then he'll make sure you're comfortable and warm and insist you either have a nap if it's daytime or call it a night and tuck you in if it's nighttime.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, it's your face: He thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, he could look at you all day and still not have enough. He loves to run his thumb over your cheekbones or hold your head in his hands. The way the candlelight catches you skin makes his heart race and your smile makes him this he's loved and favoured by the Gods.

On him, it's his hands: You love them and he loves how small your hands look in his when he holds them either walking down the street or in a moment of passion. The ego boost he gets when you can't look away from them when he's working, fighting or eating makes him feel like a king and he'll never forget the moan you gave him the first time he fed you a pear coating in honey.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you or on your breasts, the man likes kids and even if you don't want them, he likes to pretend. He also likes the way it feels like he owns you when you're covered in his seed. He respects the hell out of you so it hits the dark part of his soul when he can make you a mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's got a breeding kink, some times all he can think about is filling you with his babies but he doesn't want to force you into a life you may not want to so he'll only bring it up if you want kids too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As a son of Ragnar, he's been everywhere and done almost everything. He knows what he's doing and he isn't afraid to show it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he likes being able to look into your eyes and touch every inch of your body with his. He also likes the way your eyes rake over his huge body if he pulls his chest away for leverage.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's laughing and joking more often that not, he wants sex to be fun and he wants you to feel loved. He doesn't think there should be any pressure around pleasure and is happy to just enjoy spending time with you rather than get off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little more than his Viking brethren, he doesn't like the way short or no hair looks.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Super intimate, he's whispering praise in your ear, he's running his hands up and down your body and he's kissing your face and neck until you can't think let alone move.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only when he's away on a raid, it's just better with you there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's a switch, when he's topping, he's a service/pleasure dom and when he's bottoming, he's whatever you want him to be.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It doesn't matter where, if it's somewhat private, he'll take it. As you get more serious, he might want more privacy but he's not above stabbing someone if he catches them watching.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you care for kids, animals or the elderly, seeing you dance, when you tell him you love him or cuddle into his chest when it's cold.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's causing you anything more than pain even if you ask, he's not giving you any marks that won't fade within a week and there's no way he'd ever say anything mean to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Right down the middle, he'll give until you are begging him to stop but he'll jump at any chance to have him in your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow but firm, he knows how to hit just right to make you feel full to the brim.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, it's all about giving you what you need and if that's a quick fuck in the barn, he's fine with that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It depends on his mood, he's doesn't want to hurt you and the only reason he ever wants to get caught is so he can punish the clearly unworthy person for looking at you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go and go and go, whatever you need, he's giving it to you. He's a big believer in sex not ending until both people are done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'll try them if you want to but he's not fussed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll usually give you whatever you want, as often as you want but if he gets in a mood, he will edge you all day without blinking an eye.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty loud, he wants you to know how good you make him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really likes to bottom but doesn't do it often because he prefers to let you turn your brain off and not the other way around.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long and thick, he's always got to be careful not to hurt you and he knows what he's working with.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Anytime, anywhere, if you want it, he wants it and is happy to have multiple rounds a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless it was pretty intense or he's had a very long day, he wants to stay up and hold you even if you're asleep.

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[ritual-unions]

Touch Me

Moodboard by @therealvikingstrash (that I am still absolutely still in love with)

Modern!Hvitserk x OFC

Summary: Ubbe solicits Hvitserk into having sex with his girl, Dusty, so that he can watch, things don’t go as planned when Hvitserk’s new girlfriend, Honey, walks in on the three of them mid-coitous.

A part of my "Broken Clocks" series, in which the sons of Ragnar own a strip club, The Valkyrie, located in England, much to the annoyance of the Christian council, Ecbert, and his son, Aethelwulf.

My submission for #smuttyvikings by @vikingsevents the Day 2 prompt: "Touch | Featherlight, Rough, Tender"

Warnings: NSFW, cuckolding, oral sex

Read on Ao3 if you prefer

Honey B is in her power most days. She has off days. Days where she wakes up and does not feel like wearing a teeny tiny string bikini and would rather put on sweatpants and curl back under the bed covers. Days when her favorite platform heels feel too small for her feet or the pimple on her chin feels too big to go out in public. 

They think because she is small that she cannot handle the realities of the world. Ubbe had warned her as such when she applied for the job but she knew what she was signing up for, so she says her thanks and accepts the job. 

She thinks she has seen it all in the months that follow. It is not until she stumbles upon Hvitserk with his tongue deep in Dusty’s pussy that she realizes she has not.

*****

There is enough money scattered across the stage that it piles to the top of Dusty’s feet. Even in her four inch heels the notes brush the thin straps of her platform heels. She seems to float through the pile as if she is walking through water. 

The chrome pole is beckoning her. Dusty’s fingers curl around it, latching on and then climbing to the top. With only her thighs to hold her in place she stretches back, floating in the air. 

Hvitserk can’t take his eyes off of her. 

For the past two hours Dusty has been dancing for a private group of men but that does not stop her from getting back in her groove. This time she will dance for herself and no one else. 

Hvitserk watches as she floats around the blanket of devotion that has been laid on the stage. He cannot imagine the total number of notes that are here but he guesses it will be enough for her to pay all her monthly bills plus some. 

It is not the money he is in awe of but the strength that keeps her on the pole. Setting aside the trash bag that is half full of cash he has been collecting for her he sits back on the plush cushions of the bench opposite of the stage, takes out the radio that is jammed in his ear, letting it hang along the collar of his shirt and relaxes to take in the show. The voices of bouncers, bartenders and Ivar’s direct commands converge in a static chatter that he ignores, instead focusing on Dusty. 

The thick red curtains that surround the semi-private room are closed. Ivar will not see Hvitserk sitting down on the job, that is, unless he is in the office watching the cameras. Not that it matters. It’s a Wednesday night and The Valkyrie is only at seventy percent occupancy, low compared to the weekends, and Hvitserk sees nothing wrong with taking a break. 

Digging into his pocket Hvitserk pulls out a fresh box of cigarillos, peels off that plastic wrapper that seals it shut and sets to rolling a spliff. The small cocktail table before him is sticky in one corner and he plucks a discarded note near his foot to use as a makeshift tray where he can work, undisturbed by the cocktail juice. The cigarillo paper cracks open between his fingers and he empties out the tobacco carefully onto the note’s surface. The weed he pulls from the inside pocket of his jacket is schwag, not worthy of a stand-alone smoke, so he mixes it with the tobacco to create something better. A mind and body high that he enjoys so much. 

The music in the main hall shakes the ground but as it filters through the curtains it is only a muffled beat that hits Hvitserk. His ears ring in the half-silence as he handles the cigarillo with care. It wants to crumble under his grip as he tries to balance the paper in one hand and the note filled with tobacco and weed in the other but he has done this enough to know the exact pressure to apply. 

Out of the corner of his eye he can see Dusty still floating in the air. Her arms are spread out wide as her head hangs back, spinning slowly. She is like the ceramic figurines Aslaug used to put out during the holidays. The electronic figure skater was always his favorite to watch as she slid effortlessly across the ice. Unlike the figurine whose wide eyes were round with wonder Dusty’s are closed off to the world. 

Floating.

Dreaming. 

Elsewhere.

“Who were those guys?” Hvitserk asks as his fingers curl around the cigarillo paper, sealing it shut. 

Dusty hums in reply, coming down from the cloud she has escaped on. A place where no one can touch her. None of her problems exist. It is only her and the little world she has created for herself. 

She licks her lips contemplating her answer before reaching upwards towards the pole. 

Sliding to the ground she says, “politician's son.” Her heels do not make a sound as they land on the stage. “And his china plates.” Dusty mocks in a feigning Cockney accent. Her lip snarls at her own joke. Her own accent is a muddle mix of the Russian immigrant parents who raised her and the dialect of the English countryside she was born in.

She slides to her knees gracefully, dancing to the muffled song pounding outside of the room, bending back until her head rests on the stage, arm stretched above her head.

From this contorted position she peers at him, watching him for a moment before she speaks whatever it is on her mind. Dusty, while hot headed and quick to speak her mind, first wears her thoughts on her face before she opens her mouth. Hvitserk has witnessed this process unfold between her and Ivar enough to know it well. He waits, too concentrated on getting the spliff perfect to be bothered by her drawn out stare. 

“Ubbe says he has a request for you,” she finally announces. 

Hvitserk licks the paper, wetting the edges. He can’t help but smirk. Dusty has never been one to not beat around the bush. He appreciates her bluntness most days. She is unlike Ivar or Bjorn who attempt to show off their intelligence with riddles and snide remarks. 

“He told me,” Hvitserk mumbles as he licks the cigarillo paper.  

“And?” Dusty impatiently demands. 

Hvitserk pulls the flame of his lighter to seal the edges of the paper, not looking up at her until he is certain his spliff is complete. Placing one end between his lips he replies.

“I’ll do it.” 

Clicking the lighter twice he brings the flame to the end of his spliff. Unintentionally he smirks around the cigarillo when Dusty beams with glee. She is happy that he said yes. It is no ordinary request, he admits, but she should know by now that he rarely says no to Ubbe. 

He inhales a few short puffs to get the spliff rolling, watching through thick clouds of smoke as Dusty approaches. She is beautiful. Tall with long hair that reaches her waist, her makeup is still perfectly manicured though he knows she has labored the past two hours performing and before that for half an hour on the main stage.  

She pulls the spliff out from between his lips, taking a long drag of her own before handing it back. 

He plucks at the black elastic floss that wraps around her belly. “What is this?” He ponders with a tilt of his head. “What do you call this outfit?” He has to sit back in his seat to see her fully. 

“A bodysuit.” Dusty grins, swaying a little to show off her outfit. Then, as if on autopilot, she moves into a dance, rolling her hips towards him. 

“Don’t know much about women’s clothing,” Hvitserk chuckles, stretching out his legs to make room for Dusty’s little dance. “This ain’t a bodysuit.” He reaches up, tapping the edge of a flower motif that covers one nipple. There is underwire supporting her breasts but otherwise the outfit is all string and bits of lace. 

Dusty laughs, that deep throaty sound that he first heard at the pub downtown all those years ago when he watched her get kicked out for being underage. She had laughed in the bouncer's face, fearless of the oversized muscles and excessive testosterone. Hvitserk had followed her outside watching as she fought against the bouncer, wiggling like a wildcat in his grip until he had practically thrown her on the streets but she had kept her balance, regardless of the fact that she wore skinny stiletto heels. Hvitserk knew instantly The Valkyrie needed her.   

“They seem to like it.” Dusty shrugs her shoulders, nodding her head to the metaphorical customers who had gaped at her outfit, their minds foggy with little fantasies playing through their heads of all the things they would do to said strings if only they could touch her. 

“Bet they did,” Hvitserk replies, head rolling back against his seat as the spliff takes a hold of his mind. He reaches out to caress the skin where two straps overlap but Dusty brushes away his touch with a swipe of her hand even as her hips sway towards him. 

“No touching,” she whispers even as her hands caress the length of her body as if trying to tempt him. Touching her breasts. The sides of her body. The straps he so desperately wants to snap just to hear her hiss in pain. 

Hvitserk huffs in contempt. He knows the rules, he was present when his brothers had worked to create them. He can’t help but feel insulted by Dusty keeping to them even after he has agreed to Ubbe’s special request. 

“Not yet,” she adds when she notices his pouting. She caresses his chin before she turns to sit in his lap, grinding against him. 

She starts slow. Her bare ass cheeks are a whisper against the fabric of his slacks. Dropping low to the ground, her fingers wrap around his thighs, digging into his flesh, an aid as she sways back up. Arching her back she rolls until she settles in his lap, grinding a little deeper this time. 

He can feel a growl working its way up his throat, mouth twitching as he tries to swallow it. 

Dusty’s head rolls back to rest next to his. “Sorry,” she lies. “It's only that I like to tease you.” 

For now, he thinks. His fingers curl into fists on his lap. 

Ubbe is quiet when he enters the room, slipping through the curtains without a sound. Hvitserk almost doesn’t hear him; he is too focused on Dusty grinding against his crotch. 

Ubbe’s eyes drag across Hvitserk and Dusty’s precarious placement but says nothing.

Ubbe is here to watch and that is all. 

Hvitserk can’t help but lift his hips up against Dusty’s. He is excited at the prospect to come. There is nothing quite as satisfying as humiliating a sibling. And Ubbe has asked for it directly. 

His brother sits in the single chair in the room. 

It is the only black in an otherwise red room. The leather padding with chrome edges reflect off the chandelier overhead and the red neon lights on the floor. It casts a glow around Ubbe’s head as he leans against the headrest. 

The chair is designed to make their VIP guests feel special when they book the overly priced semi-private room. Set apart from the rest, it draws the eye. 

“A seat for a king,” Ivar had smiled when the chairs were delivered in the months after they had bought the building that would later become The Valkyrie. Ivar had designed one for all the private rooms, each more grand than the last. 

Ubbe looks like a king. 

Observing his subjects. 

And Hvitserk has always enjoyed putting on a show. 

Licking his lips Hvitserk leans forward to ask, “and now?” His voice comes out a rough scratch, he wants to instead tell her that he is going to touch her. His fingers dance across his pant leg. 

“Yes,” Dusty purrs. Hvitserk’s hands latch onto her sides. His fingers are icy cold against Dusty’s warm exercised body and a yelp of surprise bursts out her mouth. She tries to keep out of his touch but he holds her, pulling her back into his lap. 

She giggles, trying to catch her breath. 

“Do you tell him what to do?” Hvitserk's voice is low in Dusty’s ear. He motions to Ubbe with a nod of his head. “Or is it the other way around?” He asks, tickling her sides and she wiggles in his lap. 

“Depends,” Dusty breathlessly answers. Her gaze is trapped on Ubbe as she rolls her hips against Hvitserk. “Depends on the day. What mood I’m in.” She leans her back against his chest, reaching her arm around his head to thread her fingers through the knot that makes up Hvitserk’s hair. “Whatever mood he’s in.” She nods her head towards Ubbe while still tugging at Hvitserk’s hair. 

“What mood are you in?” she asks the question innocently, the hitch in her voice like that of when she talks to her customers. Asking them what they want as if they truly have any say in the matter. 

Laughter tickles his throat. 

“To fuck you,” he answers. The laughter that was once trapped, reverberates out of his chest when Dusty shyly peaks at him, her gaze finally drawn away from Ubbe. She is surprised to hear him speak this way. She only knows him as Ubbe’s faithful dog and Ivar’s loyal sidekick. She has never seen him otherwise. 

Her mouth is close to his cheek as she takes him in, half impressed by his boldness, a smile curls on her painted lips. 

Hvitserk licks his lips to drown out the next round of laughter that wants to burst forth, watching as Dusty’s smile turns into a look of wonderment. 

“That’s what he wants, huh?” Hvitserk’s gaze does not falter from her mouth. He wonders what it must taste like. Does she taste of Ubbe or is she distinctly her own? Is she minty like the gum she chews vigorously during pole practice or is she spicy like the perfume she spritz before her performance? 

“ - for me to fuck you,” he confirms with a nod of his head. He drags his gaze away from her plump lips to her eyes, seeking that confirmation before he begins. 

She nods her head. “Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper even in the quiet room. 

“Say it.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Hvitserk.” 

“There it is.” He leans back as he laughs heartily and then lurches forward, pressing his lips against hers because he can’t go without knowing what she tastes like. 

She is a cool mint with a hint of fruit, leftover from the lipgloss she had applied that evening. She is nothing like his girl, Honey B, who is all sweet and sugary. 

Honey is somewhere in The Valkyrie giving lap dances to a bachelor party in one of the exclusive VIP rooms. Hvitserk doesn’t like to know the exact room she is performing in, especially when she has been specifically requested. He would rather be ignorant, satisfied with the idea that Ivar can check the cameras in the room at any moment making certain she is safe. 

Hvitserk has to be okay with her dancing naked for these strangers. It would be hypocritical if he was not. 

He understands why Ubbe wants this, to sit back and watch as Dusty calls out Hvitserk’s name as he’s balls deep inside of her. It’s a little piece of control in an otherwise uncontrollable world. 

Hvitserk sighs, satisfied with the taste of her then nuzzles against her cheek and says quietly, “now take off that stupid fucking outfit and bend over for me.” 

Dusty’s fingers freeze, wedged between the ties in his hair. “But I-”

Hvitserk nudges her to stand with his own hips. He’s done playing by Dusty’s rules. He’s ready to do what he promised. “You’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you,” he says knowingly. 

Dusty sways on her heels, dumbfounded for a moment, as if she can’t believe she is going through with it. She glances over at Ubbe. One last chance before they all cross a line they cannot undo. 

Ubbe is as still as a rock on his throne, legs spread out wide, arms resting on the sides of the chair, glass tumblr full of iced down whiskey tilts back and forth as he assesses them. His gaze darts across Dusty then to Hvitserk and back again to her. His brow arches, leaving the answer in Dusty’s hands. She can walk away but it is now or never. 

She glances at Hvitserk, nods her head, then her hands find the clasp of her bra. 

There are too many hooks and ties of her bodysuit for Hvitserk to keep track but she somehow manages to gracefully strip naked. 

She looks back at him when she is done undressing. She is almost as tall as him in her heels but he wants to see what she looks like bent over and he nods towards the stage. 

Go on. 

Gracefully she climbs the stairs, unperturbed by the fact that she is the only naked person in the room. She is unlike Honey B who Hvitserk is certain had never been nude, even in the privacy of her own home, except for the few moments when she was changing clothes or getting out of the shower, before she came to The Valkyrie. 

Hvitserk tugs on the slacks of his pants wondering if Honey will ever bend over nicely for him like that. Dusty’s ass is presented to him in the most delicious manner, his hand itches to smack it, to turn it a bright red. Dusty is all curves and thick muscle while Honey is petite and small and Hvitserk’s mouth twitches at the idea of both girls in bed with him. 

His hand soothes across the expanse of Dusty’s back, taking his time to knead her fleshy hips and then no longer able to help himself, smacks her ass. The hiss of pain out of her lips is enough to make it worth the sharp glare she sends over her shoulder. 

He hides the smile of delight behind the back of his hand but Dusty knows better, she has seen his mocking smirk enough to be able to see the signs in the way his eyes brighten or how his cheeks redden. He cannot hide himself from her or Ubbe who shifts in his seat across from him. 

Ubbe treads the line of wanting to protect Dusty and to allow her to set her own boundaries. The glass of whiskey in Ubbe’s hand swirls the ball of ice inside and then his mouth twitches slightly when Dusty stretches out long like a cat, anticipating what she will try to do to Hvitserk.

She wants to play a game with Hvitserk, one both Ubbe and Hvitserk have witnessed enough. The one where she tries to coax the customers into booking a private room with her or throw her an extra note just for being. It works most of the time. She is soft and submissive, letting them think it is their idea, that paying more for a room is to their advantage. That, maybe, they might get a chance to mold Dusty to their liking. But it’s never their idea though they fall for it time and time again. She will always hold the power. Stringing them along as she dances her dance. 

Hvitserk hooks his arm under Dusty’s waist, hoisting her back to her previous position, pulling her hips higher in the air. “No,” he corrects her with another slap on her ass. “You’ll stay.” 

He ignores her hiss pain, his hand traveling between her legs to palm the lips of her vulva. She is wet and sticky. “You like that, huh?” he asks but doesn’t wait to hear her reply, his teeth sinking into her fleshy bottom. “Need someone to tell you what to do.” He pushes a single digit inside her and she sighs in satisfaction. 

“Say it,” he mumbles, lips brushing the flesh above her hip while his thumb circles the outer edges of her clit, not quite touching her where she wants. 

“Yes,” she breathes out, head cradling in her arms as if she is too afraid to look up to say it but Hvitserk knows Dusty is rarely afraid. “I need you to tell me what to do.” 

Hvitserk hums, swallowing the smile that wants to spread across his mouth. “Do better.” 

There is a beat of silence as Dusty contemplates her answer. 

“Please,” she whimpers. “Hvitserk.” 

A self satisfied grin graces Hvitserk’s lips and he glances at Ubbe to make certain his brother has heard his girl beg for him. To add insult to injury Hvitserk’s playful thumb swirls against Dusty’s clit causing her to moan. Hvitserk catches Ubbe’s half concealed roll of his eyes before moving on to paying closer attention to Dusty.  

His mouth replaces his fingers and he finds that she is delightfully delicious. She shutters under his tongue and he has to grab a hold of her hips to keep her steady. Once he has her where he wants her his thumb finds her clit and her moans get louder.

Dusty sings a sputtering moan that causes Hvitserk’s mouth to curl around the lips of her pussy. His hand, that had once held her in place, moves to find her breast. 

“Hvitserk,” Dusty cries out when his tongue prods deeper inside of her while simultaneously smoothing his thumb over her clit. “Gods, don’t stop.” 

Dusty’s chest is heaving as he caresses her breast, tugging on her nipple. He loves the way she is tightening up, but he wants to be balls deep inside of her when she comes so that he can see the look on Ubbe’s face when she unravels under his touch. He takes one last long lick of her pussy. 

“Honey,” Ubbe’s voice is gruff as he calls out the name. Dusty’s heaving breath all but stops, her head snaps up to look at Ubbe.

Hvitserk is almost uncertain if he has heard his brother correctly. Slowly Hvitserk untangles himself from Dusty’s body. 

Honey B is frozen between the velvet curtains. She is dwarfed by their immaculate size, looking like a slutty pop star with her knee high latex platforms and teeny tiny skirt that does nothing to hide her ass. Her glittery makeup and high set ponytail all point towards the hand of her friend, Dusty, who helped her get ready that evening. 

“Oh fuck,” Dusty exclaims sitting back on her heels so fast that she knocks her head again Hvitserk’s chin. “Fuck,” she cries out again, this time caressing the back of her head. 

“Are you okay?” Hvitserk is quick to ask, hand hovering over Dusty’s as if some kind of combined power will heal her quicker. 

The sound of Honey’s heels clacking against the painted cement floor brings Hvitserk back to the present as he watches Honey disappear back to the main hall. 

“Ubbe.” Hvitserk gestures uselessly to Dusty who is still cradling her head as he scrambles to his feet. He does not have time to care for Dusty. He’s got to stop Honey before she leaves The Valkyrie. Or worse yet, leaves him. 

There are men calling out Honey’s name. Now that she is a household face in the establishment she is a popular request among the regulars who frequent The Valkyrie. She dodges their advances with ease; she is small enough to duck around the crowds that get in her way. 

Hvitserk is not as lucky. His large frame keeps him from advancing on Honey. He just needs to talk to her. Look her in the eyes and explain exactly what she had just seen. Surely she’ll understand. 

My brother wanted me to fuck his girlfriend. It’s a kink for him. You see? It means nothing. 

Honey heads for the front entrance. No jacket, no bag, just her skimpy little outfit to take her anywhere but the club. She has no car, Hvitserk drove her to work that day and this late at night the bus only comes around every half an hour. She clearly does not have a plan for escape. He is worried that once she steps out of that door he will never see her again. 

He can’t let that happen. 

He won’t.

Jamming the radio back into his ear he presses the button clipped to his belt. “Don’t let her out,” he practically shouts, not waiting to see if anyone else is on the line already. He repeats himself a few more times. “Don’t let Honey leave.” 

He waits a few bated breaths before one of the bouncers replies, “she’s here.” 

“What the fuck is going on Hvitserk?” Ivar’s demands over the radio, his voice a loud screech in his ear. 

“What do you want me to do with her?” asks the head bouncer. Hvitserk can imagine him towering over Honey’s short frame while he waits for further instruction. 

“Take her to the back office,” Hvitserk manages to reply between Ivar’s bursts of contempt. 

“I don’t know if she’ll go peacefully,” the bouncer replies. Hvitserk can now see the top of Honey’s head. There is a crowd gathering, also blocked from leaving. One of the bouncers nudges her shoulder, whispering in her ear. 

She walks with the bouncer for a few steps, resigned to her fate before she bursts forward, running past Hvitserk. She does not see him in her panic and he is able to catch her by her belly, scooping her up so that he can throw her over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, you oaf!” she screams, pounding his back in a vain attempt to hurt him. 

“We can touch the girls now?” One patron asks in glee. 

Ivar has somehow found Hvitserk in the chaos and snarls at the patron, “no.” Then nods his head to his personal guard motioned to throw the idiot out. 

Hvitserk marches on to the back office, simultaneously ignoring Ivar’s demands for an explanation and Honey’s pounding fists on his back. 

As gracefully as he can, Hvitserk drops Honey on Ubbe’s desk, it is practically void of any clutter unlike his own that is just a collection of junk mail and leftover wrappers from lunch, then turns back to address Ivar who is waiting on the other side of the door. 

“What fuck is this?” Ivar snarls, pointing to the closed door. Honey is probably banging on the other side but the room is soundproof so the only one who can hear her is herself. 

“I’m dealing with it,” Hvitserk gruffly replies. He does not have the head space to explain the situation twice. “We had a disagreement.” 

Dusty’s voice echoes down the hallway. “Did you find her?” 

Ivar snarls openly at being ignored and turns to Dusty to yell. “You’re supposed to be on the floor.” He is leaning heavily on his cane as he points an accusatory finger in her direction. 

Ubbe rounds the corner, long legs keeping stride with Dusty’s slow jog. 

“What are you going to say to her?” Ubbe asks when he is near enough not to be troubled with shouting. 

“I’ll ask again,” Ivar stresses slowly between clenched teeth. “What the hell happened?” 

The three of them turn to look at Ivar each with their unique expression of guilt dripping off their features. 

Ivar sighs, running a hand along the length of his face. “I don’t think I want to know any longer.” 

“I’ll talk to her,” Ubbe announces once Ivar is out of view. 

“No,” Hvitserk shakes his head. “It needs to come from me.” 

“I think Ubbe is right,” Dusty says, resting a hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. He glances at the offending appendage as if it is burning him but Dusty is unperturbed by his looks of grief. Hvitserk would vow to never speak to Dusty again if that would appease Honey but he knows likely that will not solve the problem. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk says with a bowed head stepping aside to let Ubbe through the door.

*****

It feels like hours since Ubbe had closed the door on Hvitserk’s face, the club had to be closing soon. It was long enough that he’d broken out in a cold sweat pacing the halls, waiting for Honey to exit the room. 

She looks pissed when she finally comes out. Hvitserk has never seen this side of her. Eyes dark in the dimly lit hall they slice across him like knives twisting in his chest and belly. 

“Honey,” he breathes out, reaching for her. 

“No.” She shakes her head, sliding away from his outstretched hand. “You don’t get to touch me.” 

Hvitserk teeth grind together as he grimaces, glaring in his brother’s direction, who stands near the office door, unmoving, like a statue carved frozen for centuries to come. Ubbe hardly seems to care that this is all his fault. 

“And you don’t get to be mad at him either,” Honey says, pointing in Ubbe’s direction. “You had just as much choice in this as him.” 

Hvitserk scrubs at his face, trying to untangle his mouth. If only he could find the words to explain his reasoning then she would understand. 

“I’m pissed,” Honey says, crossing her arms across her chest, brown eyes never leaving his face. A smile tickles Hvitserk’s mouth as he looks down at her, small and mighty, trying not to let the pride swell in his chest. Since starting to work at the strip club her confidence has grown tenfold. He has watched each day grow a little wider until it now stands before him unmovable. When he first met her she could hardly look him in the eyes. He turns his neck, looking at his feet instead, so that he does not accidently smile stupidly in her face. 

“I need space,” she declares, pulling Hvitserk back to reality. He nods his head vigorously, letting her know he is listening, his fingers tightening into fists at his sides, trying to keep himself from reaching out and pulling her into a hug. “I don’t forgive you but," she sighs heavily through her nose. "I’m trying to understand.” 

Hvitserk winces at her statement. He hates it when she’s mad at him. His fingers twitch at his side he wants to touch her so badly.

“Space,” she commands and Hvitserk nods his head, resigning not to touch her until she forgives him. 

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[mushies-stories]

Needy

Ubbe X reader

Warning: SMUT, female reader, unprotected sex, no plot, pet names, no use of Y/N

literally just smut. needy reader and soft Ubbe.

word count: 1316

You were laying on thick furs surrounded by warm light and dancing shadows. Ubbes lips were on your neck, sucking and nipping lightly. Using one arm to hold himself above you with the other holding your hip down as he teased your core with his clothed crotch. Your head is already becoming hazy with his slow actions. Ubbe had been biting and kissing and grinding into you for so long you couldn't take anymore. You bucked your hips up and let out a soft huff.

Ubbe pulled away and looked into your blown out purples and smiles softly. “What do you want from me, my love?” he asks, grinding his hips down just enough to make you gasp. 

You aren't even sure yourself. You just want to feel him, need it. This light touching wasn't enough and you needed something, anything more. So that's simply what you tell him. “More.” you practically whined. 

Smiling, he leaned down and connected your lips. Biting your bottom softly and bucking his hips now a little rougher and more consistent you can't help the light gasps and whimpers that escape past your swollen lips, allowing Ubbe to slide his tongue in and swallow all of your sweet sounds. 

Ubbe only pulled away when you needed breath. sitting up between your legs he looked down and admired how you laid in front of him, bare and ready for him; Your eyes half lidded and hair sprawled around you. “You are beautiful my love.” He says as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor beside the bed. He leans down again and nips your neck and places kisses around your collarbone and neck. You have one hand on his neck and one holding the sheets to try and keep yourself somewhat grounded. His hand slides down to your core, middle finger sliding between your folds and gathering your slick. He begins to slowly massage your clit with small lazy circles, causing more whines and whimpers from you. “So wet, just dripping.  Feeling needy tonight love?” he says into the soft skin. You could feel him smirking against you.

It felt hard to speak and you could really only find the will to nod and whimper as he continued to use his fingers on your pussy, Now slowly sinking one long finger into your tight hole. Pumping into you a few times before curling his finger with each one thrust. You were becoming a moaning mess and Ubbes mouth never stopping his abuse of covering your neck and chest in marks did nothing but make your brain even more hazy.

Another finger being added made you throw your head back and chest raise from the bed. Ubbe's smiling face was then in front of you, He looked you in the eyes and curled both fingers into your sweet spot, your eyes shut tight and the sweetest sounds Ubbe had ever heart left your lips. His dick twitched in his pants, he needed to fuck you, he just wanted to hear you beg a little since your being so needy.

Pulling his fingers out, he savored the face and sounds you made of disappointment at the empty feeling he left you. You whined and bucked your hips up, your body so hot and needing his touch. Ubbes eyes never left you as he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted your stick. “You taste perfect, my love.” His eyes are black rimmed with crystal blue as his lust begins to really overtake him. 

You feel that lust just as bad, your pussy aches for his cock. You reach down to the hem of his pants and tug softly, looking at him, through your lashes and a small pout adorned your lips, a blush across your face and body. “Ubbe, please.” you beg him.

Groaning, he places his hand on your hips to hold you still. “Please what, what is it you want love?” he asks, his voice low. 

You tug again at his pants. “I want to feel you Ubbe.” you whine as tears begin to prickle the corners of your eyes. Ubbes cock was now throbbing. He needed you too. Undoing his pants and sliding them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Precum leaked from its tip down to his balls. He slid his cock through your folds slowly, smearing your slick around. Whimpering and wiggling your hips you begged him again. “Ubbe please, I need your cock. I need you to fill me.” 

Grabbing your thighs you wrap them around his hips, The swollen head of his cock poked at your tight hole. “My poor girl, is your sweet pussy aching for my cock, in tears you need it so bad?” he teased, pushing just the tip into your squishy core. Your hands reach to wrap around his neck, holding tightly you nod while moaning into his ear. 

You can't help the sounds coming from your lips as his cock continues to sink into you, stretching you out. Once his cock was fully seated onto your core and his balls pressed tightly against you he waited for your breathing to seattle a little before pulling back out and looked to your already fucked out face. Want and need shrouded your eyes and your tears are beginning to run. You let out a loud whimper and hold tightly to him when he sets a steady deep pace, making sure to fill you completely with every thrust. Ubbe bites and sucks your neck, making sure his marks stay for days to come. 

you start to feel the heat fill your stomach and a knot forms. You chased that high by bucking your hips up to meet Ubbes thrusts. He noticed and brought one hand down to rub your clit. You're practically a moaning babbling mess. “Ubbe- aaha please- so deep!”  about the only words things Ubbe could make out

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock.” he encourages you. 

You shake your head lightly. “I want to feel you. Please Ubbe, fill me with your cum!” you would have kept begging, but you were cut off by Ubbes mouth on yours, kissing you rough and stealing your breath. His pace picked up and he kept his thrust deep. He kept his finger on your clit as you lost it, your walls clenched around his cock and the world went spotty. Ubbes cock twitched and his trust got sloppy but never stopped hitting your sweet spot. Your pussy continued to pulse and clench when Ubee with a deep groan, emptied his balls in you. Hot spurts of cum filled our pussy and you couldn't help it when your legs wrapped around him even tighter, securing him to you. 

The whole time Ubbe praised you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how tight it is around his cock. The perfect pussy just for him. 

He kept his cock deep in your pussy but slowed his hips to a lulled pace. Even after filling you with his fluid he wanted to keep fucking you. “So good for me love, taking all of my cock and cum.” he praised you, stroking your cheek as he looked down at you. You looked up at him and smiled, eyes ready to close at any moment. Ubbe's cock began to soften inside of you, and you whimpered as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of you and his cock was filthy with both of your juices. “Such a good girl.” He says before pulling the furs over you and him. Ubbe on his back pulled you onto his chest and kissed the top of your head. 

You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat steady. You slowly drifted to sleep with the feeling of Ubbe's cum dripping out of you and the sweet ache of his cock.

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[golddaggers]

wherever you stray (i follow)

pairing: ubbe x you; dad!ubbe x daughter!oc

warnings: pretty much nsfw, fingering, sex, bit of nursing kink, ubbe being the sweetest dad ever

a/n: this was fun to write, came a bit out of nowhere to be honest. hope y'all like it!! leth x

word count: 2,7k+

Rain spatters against the fogged-up windows. A soft tap tap tap that is more delicate than harsh, but it wakes you up regardless. You palm the left side of your bed. It is a blind search for the welcoming warmth of his body, though all you can find is a vacant slot. Long cold. 

From the living room, you hear the dying creep of the fireplace. The crib, a wooden piece of furniture he had built months before you gave birth, was just as empty. You force yourself to sit upright, to look for him and the teeny babe around the room. Both are nowhere to be seen.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be gone in the middle of the night. Ubbe would tend to her if you were too deep into your sleep, which often happened. He wasn’t one to mind the late rousing. A nocturnal creature, that man. 

You wrap yourself with one of the furs, still yawning, and get out of bed. It doesn’t take long for you to find them. He's sitting back on a chair. Tove sucked her little thumb, her fierce blue eyes glued to her dada. A small part of you envied the way your daughter seemed to worship her father, even having been recently born. She would squirm, whine, and beg for the comfort of his arms. 

The midwife's announcement that you had birthed a gorgeous little girl had stuck you with concern. Part of you wondered if you would think less of her. If he would disregard this baby, a baby you spent weeks creating in the comfort of your womb, because he wanted a son. A boy to follow his steps. 

Ubbe surprised you, eyes gleaming with tears. He not only acknowledged her but adored his firstborn. 

Tove hiccups and he bounces her, humming some old tale in a rasp of a voice. Your chest swells with contentment. You're so lost in emotion you don’t realise he’s noticed your presence. A gentle smile grows on his face as he beckons you to come to him, the girl happily settled on one arm. 

“She was fussing,” Ubbe explains, once you, too, are comfortable on his lap. “Didn’t want to wake you up, sweetness.”

“You didn’t.” You stroke her ruddy, chubby cheek, your head falling to the side to lean against your husband’s. “Are you hungry, elsk? Do you want momma’s boob?” 

“Since you’re offering,” He quips, his arms wrapping around you as you take the babe into your arms, her soft warm face nuzzling to the plush of your breasts. “Why did you wake up, hmm? It’s too early.”

“Can’t sleep too long if you’re not in bed with me.” You shrug as you push the linen sleeve down to free your breast. The hungry lips of your daughter are quick to begin sucking, her tiny hand on your chest. “She needed to eat anyway.” 

“Are you comfortable? We could go back to bed, and you could lie down on the bed while she eats.” 

“Hmm, too far now… Maybe you could lean back and spread your legs, and I’ll get between them.”

“Last time I said that, well, we made this little thing,” Ubbe chuckles, kissing the skin of your neck. “Miss you, lovely, so much…”

You stifle a groan as you slide down from his thigh to sit between his legs, your back flush with his chest. Tove whines, but goes back to her supper, her eyes flickering between opened and closed. She would be sleeping soon, you could tell. Midnight feeds were growing rarer as she began to sleep through the night.

Ubbe begins to rub your arms, his nose trailing up from the juncture of your neck up to the shell of your ear. A little noise seeps, and you close your eyes to enjoy. His beard pinches your skin while his lips bite and suck. 

“Stop…” You whisper. “Not fair to me.”

“How is it fair to me that I have to control myself when you have your tits out?”

“I’m feeding your daughter.” 

“She’s already asleep,” He points out, her little mouth still sucking out of habit rather than hunger. “Why don’t we take her back to her crib, and I can work to put her momma back to sleep, too?” 

You roll your eyes as you pull Tove to rest her cheek on your chest, patting her back to help her burp. She stirs to spit, then goes back to a peaceful sleep. Ubbe scoops her away from your arms, standing back on his feet much more gracefully than you could ever do. She doesn’t even flinch, her round cheek smashed against his shoulder, little fingers giving the linen shirt mindless squeezes. 

He leaves you alone in the living room. It’s warm and cosy. You feel like lying back on the floorboards to enjoy the easy silence, which you do. Eyes closed with a bubbly smile. You don’t bother fixing up the neckline of your slip or hiking down the hem of the skirt. 

Your arms are splayed out. You’d have fallen asleep if Ubbe hadn’t snuck between your legs, his face pressed up against your inner thigh. 

Ubbe is a handsome man. In a way you expect someone to be. When your parents told you he'd be the one you’d marry, you were happy about the prospect. Though everyone spoke of his kindness, you still feared his lack of gentleness. Before being a man, he was Viking. A battlefield weapon made to maim and kill. You'd watched him split open someone's back with a satisfied smile. 

With you, there was never such a thing as him being rough. Even in the darkest times, the fights, the mistakes, he would never mistreat you. He would never speak an ill word meant to break your heart. Perhaps it was why you grew to love him so. To need him like flowers need the spring, or the seas need boats. 

“Too tired, sweetness?”

You huff out a sigh. 

“Let’s go to bed, you need to sleep.”

On your elbows, you eye him, a hint of amusement in your features. “I thought you’d put me to sleep.”

Ubbe laughs then, kissing the nearest patch of skin as a forewarning to the sinking of his teeth. You shiver, your toes curling while anticipation trickled like alcohol drops in the fire gathering in your lower belly. 

“How do you want me, wife? Want my lips? My fingers? My cock?”

“Mmhm,” It’s a purr-like noise. Your hands reach for his hair. “Want it all.”

“Greedy little thing,” He muses, “We can’t, don’t have enough time. Tove will wake you up in a few hours to eat."

"But Ubbe..." You whine.

"If I could choose it, I would spend the next hours with my face buried between your legs. Only then I would take you, hard, the way you like it, on your belly, your face pressed to the floor.”

“Fuck, Ubbe…” The pulsing grows to aching, your hips bucking against him. “Want you to take me. It’s been so long… All we get to do is fingers and mouth, I want you inside me. Want you to put another baby inside of my belly.”

Ubbe growls, a drawn-out sound that makes you slick with dripping want. He pushes up your slip, tearing it out of you, a soft ripping sound when it passes over your arms and head. You’re bare in front of him, spread open with nothing left unsaid. Your husband watches you as a hunter watches their prey. 

Your eyes roll when his hand find the crest of your sex, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. 

“You’re so wet already, sweetness.” He pushes two fingers inside, reaping a sound that was a little too loud. “If you keep making those noises, you’ll wake up our daughter. You have to be quiet, darling, can’t make a peep when I make you come around my cock.”

You bite your bottom lip hard when he pulls out the fingers and stuffs them into his mouth, grunting at the taste. Gods, this man had fucking ruined you.

Ubbe pushes down his breeches and parts your legs further apart. He spits on his hand to fist himself, and the image makes your tummy flutter. It always feels like the first time, the giddy excitement, the adrenaline that makes your heart pump faster. 

He slides the fat head of his cock up and down your cunt, tantalisingly. You want to scream out. You want to beg him to take you, eyes welling up with tears. A desperate whimper is all you manage to spit out, and you're lucky Ubbe is compliant, sinking in with one snap of the hips. 

It had been a while since he last took you, so to have him again was an adjustment. He grunted, ravenous lips leaning in to suck on your neck. To be with him was addictive. A high that no alcohol could provide. A high no other man could take you to, just him. 

“Fuck’s sake,” He curses. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

One of your hands sneaks between you to where you’re connected, trembling as it finds the sore swell of your clit. You wouldn’t last long if your life depended on it, not when you felt the rush of warmth flooding down and he was yet to do anything.

It’s a deliberate, slow motion. He pulls back out, dives back in, an iron grip on your hips to pin them down. You missed this. The feral noises, the animal caged inside being let loose. Each fuck a bit harder, less tamed, intenser, stronger. It leaves a burning trail in its wake, but you relish it, whining as you grab onto him to try and ground yourself. 

His lips find one of your dripping nipples, and when his hot tongue circles around the tender skin, you can swear you’re seeing stars. You’re too sensitive, too built up. The pressure from his hips isn’t helping. Neither is the stretch when he forces one leg to go higher, almost on his shoulder. Ubbe angles just right at that sweet spot that gets you reaching for anything to squeeze.

Lost between the daze of the constant jerk of his hips and his mouth on your nipple like he’s gulping down the sweetest of meads, you break. You arch your back so much, that he loses balance, laughing as his weight temporarily crushes you. 

You shake, and bite down on his shoulder so hard you can taste the iron flavour of his blood on the tip of your tongue. You’re a mess of limbs, tangled together while the pleasure washes over you. His lips find yours, a kiss that’s anything but peaceful. Teeth and saliva and tongues. 

Ubbe goes on a while longer, beseeching. Words slip out to be muffled by your mouth, words that aren’t meant to be meaningful. His noises are harsh and rough, a beast in the flesh of a human. 

His fingers dig into the soft skin of your right leg when he comes, your name like a chant. You pull him down to silence him, taking all the ruts he’s got to give you, thighs wrapped around him, the heels of your feet forcing him deeper. 

You’re somewhat aware of the sweat, that the living room now feels like a small sauna, but you can’t find it in you to mind. 

He laughs before he bends to kiss your forehead. A brush of lips so quick you almost miss it, gentle and warm. 

The flutter of summer air in the dying of the day. 

“I’m going to need to carry you, won’t I?”

A tired sigh fills the silence. You are exhausted and in need of your bed sheet’s comfort. Your eyelids droop and you blink to try and stay awake.

“Come on, sweetness, let’s get you to bed.”

Ubbe rolls off of you, and his cum dribbles down, sticking to your inner thighs. You are hot, and sluggish when he scoops you up soon after. One arm draped around your back while the other went under your kne to take you back to the bedroom. 

The white slip is left forgotten on the ground, a small souvenier so you can remember it happened in the morning. Not that the burn between your legs wouldn’t keep it fresh in your mind. 

“Love you.” The words slip out so mellow that you hide your face on his chest.

“You love my cock,” Ubbe jokes, his lips curving into a playful smirk as he pressed them to your forehead. “And you’re sleep-drunk.”

“Don’t be silly,” You whine when he tries to move away from you after he’s settled you under the comfort of the furs. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He sneaks beneath to wrap himself around you, a strong arm curled on your waist, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. Only then do you fall back asleep. Gentle and easy.

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[chubby-teddybear]

Rules were meant to be broken… trailer

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x reader

Summary :  While on the hunt for gold and blood he finds something more rare than any Jewel

Warning: mention of sexual assault, normal Viking behavior (ivar the boneless as a whole)

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Y/n’s point of view

It’s always the same thing. every. single. day. I have sat on this bed thinking the same things wishing for the same things. my mother, to leave, to have a different father, and to no longer be a princess…

Wessex, the place I call home even though it hasn’t been my home for quite sometime. At least not since mother got murdered by a man that I’d soon learn was a pagan. After mother died father turned cold but it only got worse as the men from afar started attacking us or rather the churches and if we’re being honest I also became cold in away. But how was I not to? father told me who I were to marry, a man that was twice my age the day mother passed. He couldn’t wait? He couldn’t find a younger suitor? He couldn’t ask for your approval? Ha who am I kidding a man let alone a king caring about what a women has to say what a jo-

“ your-r grace?” Came from behind your now open door, it was one of the many maids that flowed though this castle. I wanted to be annoyed that she came in without knocking… but at this point I was so tired of this place that I no longer felt the need to correct her or anyone else for that matter.

“ yes?” I ask without taking my eye off what I was currently looking at. “ the king says y-you have be-en up here to l-long… ma’am” she almost … whimpered? Am I truly that scary to be around? I begin to let my mind wander with ideas of to why I scare her so.

“ Do I scare you?” As I turn towards her I ask a little to loudly but try to correct it by offering a smile. This clearly shocks this poor woman. Has no one smiled at her before? As I look at her I was a waiting a response weak and scared but was meet with a rather confident one.

“No ma’am, but I did just began to serve you and the king just merrily yesterday and I need this to support my child your grace, so the last thing I want to to is offend you my grace .” She says while making eye contact and to be quit Frank it was nice to see another’s eyes. And though I hate to agree with the rat bastard I call my father I have been locked away up here for sometime. I take a dramatically deep breath and with a look the screams tiredness “ Too long he says?” And I am meet with not a verbal answer but rather a simple nod. I push my self off the bed I currently was sitting on and walk towards the maid, I didn’t realize just how small she was. She looked almost like a child. “ your name?” I ask and I almost laughed at the sight, this women looking up at me with her neck cranked so far it looked uncomfortable. “ Annie, ma’am” I quite liked her name it fit her now as I look at her, she was small in both height and weight, green eyes and brown hair she was in fact a beautiful girl.

“ Well Annie I think we shall go on a walk”. I didn’t bother waiting for a response and continued on down the mountain of stairs that lies ahead of me.

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“What’s wrong cripple don’t feel like eating?” Laughed Sigurd as he looked at his younger brother Ivar who seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet. Hearing this Hushed those around the two brothers, which included ivar, Sigurd, Ubbe, and lastly Hvitserk

“Enough” said Ubbe in that of a weary and warning tone out of fear for his brothers rage and how easy it can become deadly.

“ you know Sigurd you words might just angry me any other day but not today my brother”. Ivar spoke in a almost dream likeness

“ And why is that?” Sigurd asked in a tone that clearly showed he was aggravated that he did not get the response he was looking for.

“ The boats shall be ready for the raids by morning” Ivar spoke now earning the eyes of all the brothers and as for Ivar while he spoke a maniacal grin began to spread across his face from ear to ear as he thoughts of those he will come to destroy… The Christians.

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We were in the thick part of the woods now close to the place my mother once showed me, a river with the clearest water I have ever seen it was amazing. I felt close to my mother when I’d come here it was both a curse and a blessing, I missed her greatly and wanted to think about her but the more I did the anger I got. Why was no one there to help her? Where were her guards? Question like that plagued me for sometime after her death.

“Ma’am? We are going quite far are we not?” Asked Annie she wasn’t asking to see if I wanted to turn back and go back to the castle for my safety. No she asked out of fear for herself, since the men that we have grown to call heathens first attack our lands, everyone in the surrounding kingdoms have begun to become weary of leaving without an ample amount of protection, I don’t blame them for it because I to am scared of those men, but those men have taken enough from me, they took my mother, and now they are trying to take away the only place I can truly breath?…

Sorry it’s short! Should I make this series?

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