#Bjorn alien smut

[theblueflower05]

I promise I’m going to get the first chapter of These Violent Delights out soon- but until then please accept these little blurbs as consolation prizes lol I think about this man non stop and have to share my thoughts somewhere!

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I came to the conclusion as I was writing and day dreaming this weekend that Bjorn is extremely switchy- but leans towards being submissive in bed.

Hear me out. Hes explorative, he likes to make his partner feel good but once he gets comfortable in their relationship that boy wants to be DOMMED. He wants you riding him with your dainty hand around his throat. He wants you sitting on his lap and leaving marks all over his neck and collar bones and claiming him for everyone to see.

And most of all, he wants to be the little spoon.

No matter how much he denies it when you bring it up in front of all of your friends after taking one too many shots of the sketchy moonshine Navarro “won” in a game of darts.

Lmfao

Because this almost six foot tall man, who’s so tough and mean to the outside world, is goo when it’s just the two of you. He’s laying his head on your chest and demanding you play with his hair.

“You got to be the little spoon last night!” You protest with a faux glare as the two of you climb into bed and he’d flipped over quick and grabbed your wrist, attempting to wind your arm around his waist.

“C’Mon babe, I had a long day” he’s such a whiner “don’t act like you don’t wanna hol’ me now. You’re breaking’ my heart”.

You huff but concede, like you always do. Wrapping around him like a vine, burying your face in his tshirt, between his shoulder blades.

When your hand slips down the planes of his stomach and into the front of his baggy flannel pajama bottoms he gasps. You’re at the perfect angle to take control, fingers taking their time as they delicately trace the veins of his shaft and then his tip that’s already weeping for you.

He hisses as you rub his own precum all over him. It’s hyper sensitive and your gentle touches almost hurt

“Stop teasin’ me” Bjorn groans, his hips moving in little circles, trying to gain friction.

Even though he knows he could easily over power you, flip you over and get whatever he wants from you, he doesn’t. He wants this. Wants to be at your mercy, wants you to make him feel good.

You kiss the back of his neck, just the barest hint of teeth coming to play “you love it”

If you guys have any prompts or blurb requests- lemme know!

[maldaptivedreamer]

From Afar P. 2

Now that you have his attention, what are you gonna do with it?

content: Errors and mistakes, too lazy to edit, probably not entirely accurate to alien universe, long af, sex, f!reader

wc: 3.2k

a/n: Never written smut.

NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

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After meeting at the quarry a few months ago, you and Kay had become close friends. She showed you various ways to relax and have fun. When you weren’t at work, you could usually be found with her. Despite this, you haven't had any encounters with her cousin. You've in fact made it a game.

Teasing your pretty boy was a lot of fun. From the moment you met at the quarry, his gaze would inevitably find you in any room. You enjoyed making eye contact with him and then coyly avoiding him. It was so easy to get a reaction from him - a simple flash of skin or an exaggerated stretch would draw his attention. As he started to make his way towards you, you would leave, adding an element of chase to your game. Each interaction brought him closer and closer to you, slowly closing the gap.

It has been fun. What started as a playful game, has now morphed into a game of intense tension. His willingness to play the game of cat and mouse is waning. You know that he's losing patience. And if you're being honest with yourself, so are you.

Despite recently showering, the heat causes sweat to form on your back. Strands of hair stick to the nape of your neck. You adjust yourself in your seat as you wait for Kay.

Looking around the quarry, you lock eyes with him. His blue eyes are intense as they focus on you. He gives you a smirk before lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. Biting your lip, you squint at the sight of his stomach. You eyes follow the trail of hair that slowly disappears beneath his pants. When he lowers his shirt, you see a lot of humor and satisfaction in his awaiting gaze. He'd never returned your teasing before, you never really gave him the chance to. He was very clearly enjoying your reaction though. Giving you a wink, grinning.

Your view of him is disrupted as Kay joins you, her face slightly guilty and upset. She hands you a beer, but you set it aside in concern. Confused, you ask, "Hey, everything okay?"

She bites her lip and gives you a nod, "Yeah, I just... do you mind if I go with him? I won’t if you want me to stay." You know who she's referring to, even without his name.

You furrow your brows and frown slightly, “Kay, as much as I would love to call him a piece of shit... and an asshole... I won't." You shrug and give her a teasing grin, nudging her, "Maybe don’t make a habit of ditching me...but go." Your voice grows more sincere, "Go ahead, have fun and I’ll be here if you need me."

Kay smiles at you, squeezing your arm before running off, "Thanks! I'll see you later!" You stand and yell after her, with a playfully stern waving finger, "Have fun, but be safe! You hear me?!" She playfully glares at you as she pulls him by the arm, leaving the quarry.

You sigh as you watch them, before twisting on your feet. You lose your balance as you bump into someone. Their large hands grasp your hips, and you grip their shirt to steady yourself. A deep, accented voice reaches your ears, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach.

"Gotcha," he says with a low chuckle. Your breath stutters in your chest, as you raise your eyes to meet his. Seeing his pretty face so close, your eyelids lower and you lick your dry lips, staying silent. He follows the movement of your tongue and tightens his grip on your hips. As the initial surprise wears off, you begin to feel more confident.

Leaning your body against his, you rise onto your toes. Placing one hand on his chin and the other onto his shoulder, you bring his mouth down to yours. Your lips barely brush against each other before you pull back slightly. He gazes heavily at your mouth but meets your eyes when you speak, intensity evident in both of your expressions. With your lips inches apart, you tilt your head and whisper, "And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" As you raise an eyebrow in question, you slowly move your body away from him, lowering yourself back onto your heels.

With a smirk, you push yourself away from him and turn around to walk away. You can hear him stammering behind you and glance back over your shoulder, rolling your eyes and raising a hand in invitation. The sight of his wide grin makes laugh as he starts running towards you.

You release his hand and hurry towards the door of your apartment. His roving hands and lips are a pleasant distraction. One hand ventures under your shirt, tracing a path up your stomach, while the other tangles in your hair, pulling your head back as his tongue explores your neck. The sound of wet kisses and breathless moans echo through the dark alleyway. Struggling with the keys, you bow your head in concentration.

After finally unlocking the door, you aggressively push it open and pull him inside. You grab his hand and pull him towards your bed with a sense of urgency. As he sits down on the edge, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes hungrily watch your every move. His voice is deep and rough with desire, “Eager now, aren’t you love? Desperate after all your teasing these past months?” His taunting only fuels your smirk as you slowly undress in front of him.

“Desperate?” You scoff, licking your lips as you stand before him in just your bra and panties. Tilting your head to the side, you bite your lip and let your hands roam over your body, "Baby, desperate is when you chase after me. Desperate is when you touch yourself to the thought of me...You have touched yourself while thinking of me, haven''t you?" Seeing his nod, you hum and continue touching yourself.

He watches intently from the bed as you trail a hand down your chest. One hand glides over your breast, circling a firm finger over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra. The other hand moves towards your core, gently rubbing at the growing wetness between your legs. He breathes heavily, unsure of where to focus his eyes as they dance across your body in anticipation.

Your eyes snap open at the sound of his movements and you quickly draw back. He freezes, caught halfway off the bed. You slowly shake your head with a fake pout, “No touching yet pretty boy. You touch me and I stop.” You approach him and gently guide him back onto the bed, before you lean in and give him a quick peck. Your voice is sickeningly sweet, “You just gotta wait your turn pretty boy. Be patient and I'll let you inside of me, baby. Wanna feel you inside of me, don't you?”

He nods and swallows, his eyes filled with desire. You can't resist and decide to indulge a bit. Grasping his face in your hands, you press your lips together. Your tongues intertwine as you both moan in pleasure. With one hand, you stroke him over his jeans, causing him to groan and thrust his hips forward. Running your hands along his chest, you force yourself away from him.

Removing your bra and panties, you move yourself to lay next to him. Using the nail of your middle finger you circle around your nipple, you give it a lightly pinch as your other hand moves downward. His eyes are drawn to your core, glistening in the light. His voice is tense and he clenches his hands in restraint, “Look at you love…So wet and pretty. Is that all for me darling? Hmm?”

As your eyes meet his, you can see the intensity in his unwavering blue gaze, "Bet you feel like heaven. So tight." You run your fingers over your sensitive clit before plunging two fingers inside of yourself. The sound of your whimper is drowned out by his guttural groan as he watches you, his hands trembling with desire, “I want to feel you, darling. Do you want to feel me? Want my fingers to be deep inside you instead? I do.”

Your fingers, scissor in and out of you, mimicking the sensation of him being inside of you. He releases a breath, “I want to feel how tight you are. Want to feel you around my cock, love. Will you let me touch you? Let me help you?” Your whimpering intensifies, and you nod. His reaction is instant.

Ripping your hand out of you, he raises it to his mouth and watches you as he licks your hand clean. Feeling him rub circles into your clit with his thumb, your legs tremble as they wrap around his waist. Pulling him closer, you wrap your arms around his neck. You both watch each other for a moment. Eyes locked and breathing into each other.

Swallowing, you slowly push up his shirt. Nails lightly scratching his skin as his breath stutters. Shoving his shirt over his head, you pull him to your lips as he returns his hand to your entrance. Running a hand through his hair, you drag his headband off. Your legs shake and you gasp as he inserts two fingers. You moan as his longer, thicker fingers reach farther than yours had.

He curls his fingers inside you. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his as waves of pleasure course through your body. You tug at his hair, urging him closer as his thumb continues its relentless circles on your clit. The pressure builds within you, coiling tighter with each thrust of his fingers. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as you chase your release.

Your hands roam over his newly exposed skin, tracing the hard planes of his chest and stomach. You can feel his muscles tensing under your touch. Dragging your nails down his back, you revel in his sharp intake of breath.

His lips move to your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse. The scrape of his teeth makes you shudder. You tilt your head, giving him better access as pleasure builds inside you. His fingers speed up their rhythm and you're so close, teetering on the edge.

Your eyes roll and you moan, “I’m close, so close.” Your voice is a breathy whine, “Please…please, I need it pretty boy.”

You feel him slightly tense before he continues pumping his fingers. "Look at me," he growls against your skin.

You force your eyes open, meeting his. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers, “Bjorn…I want you to say my name, love. Say it and I’ll give you what you want…Keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

You release a heavy gasp, as he gives your clit a harsh flick. Eyes heavy and voice low, you beg, “Bjorn. Please, Bjorn…Need you. Need you so bad. Have since I first saw you.”

With a particularly skillful twist of his fingers, you tumble over that edge. Your body tenses as the orgasm washes over you. You fight the urge to close your eyes and they water with effort. Pretty tears stream down you face, as Bjorn fingers you through your release. You feel his lips on your face, kissing your tears. Your hands claw into his skin as you force him closer, needing to feel him everywhere.

His pulls his hand away with a wet sound, while body shakes with the aftermath of your pleasure. You can see your release glistening on his skin as he lifts his hand towards his mouth. His tongue flicks out and you rise to meet him. He groans as you join him, running your tongue along his hand to wipe away any traces of your pleasure. Your tongues brush against each other as you both suck his fingers clean.

Your kiss is after desperate, your hands clutching each other's faces. Your essence mingling together in your mouths, on your tongues. With a roughness born of need, you drag your hands down his body and struggle with his jeans. You manage to pull the zipper down quickly and push them down just enough to feel him through his briefs. He groans as you run your hand along him, creating a wet spot as you tease him through the thin layer of fabric. His hands move down to your hips and he delivers a light slap, causing you to moan loudly before pulling away from him.

You push him down onto the bed, rising up onto your knees above him. Pulling his jeans off of him, your voice is raw, “I need to feel you Bjorn… Want to ride you. Wanna feel all of you.”

He licks his dry lips in anticipation, “Need to feel you too love, feel how tight you are… Wanna see you cum on top of me.” You bite your lip to suppress a whimper and nod. Dragging his underwear down, his pretty cock flops onto his stomach, its tip an angry pink and oozing with desire. Desire for you. You can't resist kissing his thighs as you make your way up towards him. Giving his cock a small lick and trailing kisses up the vein on the underside, you grasp it in your hand. It's heavy and throbbing in your hand as you taste him.

His neck rolls back in pleasure and he pulls your hair, drawing you up. “Enough teasin’ love.” He kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around you. Your hair falls around you like a curtain as you straddle him. Your breasts brush against his chest as you reach towards your core. Gathering the slick moisture between your legs, you bring it down to him, coating him in your cum. The heat of your arousal is palpable on his cock. You begin to position tip at your entrance.

Just as you lower yourself onto him, you pause and tense, “Fuck!” You feel his cock jump in your hand, you voice begging, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

He gives a short, tense chuckle, “pocket.” Glancing around, you see it hanging on the headboard. Your breasts are shoved in his face as you desperately grasp his jeans. He raises to mouth to your breast, while the grasping your ass in both hands, kneading them. Quickly ripping open the condom, you place the condom on him in a slow stroke. His grunt sends vibrations through your body, making you shudder. Lowering yourself onto him, you savor the feeling of his tip at your entrance before sinking down onto him completely.

A gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to the feeling of fullness. His hands grasp your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with barely restrained desire. He removes his lips from your chest and moves to your neck. Nipping at your neck, he whispers in your ear, “You feel perfect, love. As sweet and tight as I knew you’d be…S-so good.”

Slowly, you begin to move, rocking against him in a sensual rhythm. Your clit grinds into him with each twist. You drag your nails through the tufts of hair below his navel and you watch as his stomach trembles. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with passion, as you find your pace. The friction builds deliciously with each roll of your hips. Soft moans fill the air as you lose yourself in the pleasure, your movements becoming more urgent.

Panting with effort, you moan over the slick sound of your bodies, “Fuck…You feel so good inside of me…Better than my fingers…” You gasp and bring his face to yours, “You know that pretty boy? My pretty boy…I touched myself to the thought of you. Your pretty mouth…” Fingers squeezing his lips briefly before moving to his hand.

“I love your hands… knew they’d reach places I couldn't.” Kissing his hand, his pupils dilate under your gaze. Feeling his cock pulse at your words, you squeeze. Moaning, you brush sweaty hair from his forehead and lean in, voice soft, “But your cock. I’ve dreamt of your cock Bjorn. Thought about what it would feel like. About how full I’d feel with your pretty cock inside of me.” You slam your hips down as you press your lips together.

He pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around your back. Positioning his feet on the bed, his hips rise to meet yours, driving himself deeper. The change in angle sends sparks of ecstasy through you. Your head falls back as you cry out, overcome by the intensity. His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer as you chase your release.

Your fingers dig into his hair as waves of pleasure crash over you. He groans, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest. His pace quickens, becoming almost frantic.

"Let go," he whispers hoarsely against your ear. "Want to feel you squeeze my cock." Bjorn’s words send a shiver down your spine. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight. When his thumb finds your most sensitive spot, circling with delicious pressure, it's too much. You cry out, clinging to him as you shudder and pulse around him. He holds you tight, guiding you through the waves of your climax.

As you start to come down, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. His hips still move against yours, chasing his own release. You run your fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of him moving inside you. With a final thrust, he buries himself one last time and moans through his release.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer. Separating from his soft lips, you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat gradually slow. A bead of sweat trickles down your back. The room is silent except for your mingled breathing.

After a long moment, he gently brushes your hair back from your face. You look up and meet his eyes. They're dark, pupils still dilated with lingering desire. He leans down and kisses you softly, tenderly.

"That was..." he murmurs against your lips.

"Entirely worth the fucking wait," you finish for him.

Bjorn throws his head back in a laugh. A small gasp escapes your lips at the sensation. His softened cock still inside you, connecting your bodies. Flipping you, he lays you gently on the bed before slowly removing himself from you. You both moan as you watch him leave you. Glancing around, he sees the bathroom. Grabbing his underwear on the way, he disappears into the bathroom.

He returns with a wet cloth and gives you a gentle peck as he cleans you. Throwing the cloth, he slides into bed, and you curl around him. He reaches down and pulls the blanket up over your entangled bodies. You snuggle into his warmth, feeling utterly content and satisfied.

Bjorn’s voice is gentle in the quiet night, “D’you mind if I stay?”

Too exhausted to give vocal answer, you nod and hold him tighter as your eyes slide shut.

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[caileeflavoured]

love lust

bjorn x cousin!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: Being forced to sleep on the floor with the rest of the crew sleepover-style, you'd think there's no way to get fucked by your cousin. Not when your brother's right next to you. But Bjorn's determined to get another taste.

a/n: HAPPY ALIEN: ROMULUS DIGITAL RELEASE DAY!!! and what better way to celebrate than with another cousincest fic, am I right?

warnings: 18+, SMUT, pure cousincest filth, exhibitionism, no protection (bad, kids, don't do it), can be read on its own, but technically is a part two to 'love crime'

wc: 1.8k

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The floor of the trailer was freezing, just like the air around you. All six of you forced to huddle together on the ground trying not to go into cold shock, lying next to each other like sardines in a tin can. 

You found yourself cosied up to your brother, with Rain and Andy right on your other side, albeit with a bit more distance. Everyone had already fallen into a deep slumber, you were the only one left awake, tossing and turning as his presence bore into your mind like a splinter stuck in your sole.

The memories of his hands exploring your body, his lips sucking on your sweaty skin, his every touch sending shooting sensations right to your throbbing core left you even more unable to find sleep. And knowing that what he was doing to you, his little cousin, was wrong, that he shouldn’t be this close you — inside you —, that under no circumstances your brother was to find out, left you wanting for more.

The soft snores from everyone around you almost covered the shuffling noises he made as he got up from his camping mat, silently making his way over to you. You only noticed him as you felt him against your ass, his hard cock rubbing against you, already searching for some relief.

“Shhh,” he whispered into your ear, his fingers lazily covering your mouth, almost pushing in even. You didn’t dare make any sound, your eyes immediately fixed on your brother’s back, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and be quiet, eh?” His hot breath collided with the shell of your ear as his hand moved from your mouth down to your hips, quickly disappearing into the warmth of your bottoms. Your body had a mind of its own as you reacted to his touch, your ass pushing back against his cock as his slender fingers brushed against your clit momentarily. 

“Got one taste and now ya can’t get enough, can ya?” He whispered in your ear. “My, my, how I’ve ruined my little cousin.”

His hand moved further, dipping into your hot and throbbing cunt, a low ‘fuck’ escaping him. “That bad, eh?” He teased, curling his fingers up against your g-spot. Your hands wrapped around his arm, fingers digging into the flesh, pushing his small metal bracelet into his skin, as you tried not to cry out from the perfect amount of pressure he applied with each new curl of his digits against your walls. 

“Thought I’d have to get ya ready for me but… well,” he whispered, his voice rumbling in his chest pressed against your back, making you feel the vibrations of each and any sound he made. “Ya like lookin’ at your brotha while I’m knuckles deep inside ya?”

You couldn’t hold back the whine that fell from your lips at the words of your cousin, the reminder of how awfully wrong and dangerous this moment was. Your hips bucked against his hand as he pressed his palm against your clit, continuing his ministrations and feeling each clench and throb of your little needy cunt. 

He rubbed harder, faster, the sound of rustling fabric and squelching juices filling the otherwise silent room, his eyes fixed on his other cousin’s back, a smirk on his lips. Ya little sister likes it dirty, he thought to himself, the idea enough to make him leak more pre-cum.

Pulling his hand out of your underwear, he moved them up to your lips, pushing the digits in. “Taste ya’self,” he ordered, and the feeling of your tongue swirling around his index and middle finger like the starved little slut you were made him bite his lip, trying to stifle the guttural groan that was threatening to escape him.

“Yeah, suck ‘em real clean,” Bjorn said quietly, grinding his hips into your ass repeatedly as he searched for any kind of relief he could get to fight the urge of absolutely pounding into that tight little cunt of his cousin’s just a little longer. 

His hand wandered back down your body, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants, forcing them down and off of you, the clothes landing right between you and Tyler. His other hand snaked underneath your neck and down to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tits. His palm brushed against your already hard nipples, the sensation sending shock waves right down to your core.

“What would’ya brotha say if he knew his little sister was lying right next to him, nipples hard and cunt drippin’? Would he be proud o’ ya?” He breathed in your ear, his free hand wandering down your inner thigh before grabbing the back of your leg and pulling it up to your chest. The lack of space turned out to be a bigger problem than either of you anticipated, your knee involuntarily bumping into Tyler’s back, causing him to stir.

Bjorn’s hand immediately moved up to your mouth, pressing down hard on it to keep it shut and you in check. “Not a single sound,” he whispered, watching Tyler’s breathing pattern change momentarily before he moved and turned around. 

His heart beat in his throat as he observed his cousin, the thrill of this situation turning him on all the more, his dick painfully swollen and aching for the tightness of your little cunt. He waited to see if Tyler's eyes would open, and when they didn’t he quickly pulled his cock out of his boxers.

Giving himself a few strokes for good measure and lubing himself up with his pre-cum, he finally found the hot wetness of your folds, forcing them apart with his throbbing head as he teased your entrance. 

“Want’ya to look at your brotha,” he said, watching you watching Tyler in the almost completely dark room. “Keep looking’ at ya’ brotha while ya cousin fucks this tight little cunt of yours, eh?”

Your cries were muffled by his strong hand on your mouth as you felt him push into you, his other hand tightly gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He pulled back, leaving only the tip inside before snapping his hips against yours again, his eyes switching between yours staying locked on Tyler and your knee still dangerously close to the sleeping frame of your brother. 

“Hope ya brotha can get his hands on some birth control fo’ ya ‘cause I ain’t gonna explain how his little virgin sister happened to be all stuffed full of her cousin’s cum,” he grunted as quietly as he could, his breath laboured from the repeated thrusts as he picked up a steady pace.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin disrupted the eerie silence of the small space as he rammed his cock into your pulsing core, forcing your juices out the sides. “Still so fuckin’ tight, eh? But so perfect for your cousin’s cock.”

You felt his hand move away from your mouth and his fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, leaving you feeling lightheaded, yet also entirely unable to keep quiet.

Desperate whines and strangled gasps forced their way out of you from the deepest depths of your throat, with your mouth so close to your brother’s ears you weren’t sure how much longer he would stay asleep, no matter how much of a heavy sleeper he was.

“You want’ya brotha to wake up, eh? Want him to watch’ya get fucked by his cousin? Want to show him so bad that you’re a big girl now, eh?” He asked, the grip on your neck tightening, his breath fanning against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“B-Bjorn,” you cried barely audibly from the way his hand squeezed your vocal cords.

“Might as well call out your brotha’s name if you so desperately want’a have him watch ya.” His thrusts became meaner, his tip hitting against your cervix again and again. “Or are you thinkin’ about havin’ him join?”

You weren’t, but now that Bjorn has put the thought in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Tyler opened his eyes to look right into his little sister’s fucked-out face. How his eyes would then travel down, seeing his cousin’s hand wrapped around your throat, seeing your hard nipples strain against the fabric of your shirt, and then lastly, seeing your own hand move down to your clit to fuck yourself while his cousin was buried balls-deep inside of you. 

The thought shouldn’t have turned you on, just like the feeling of your cousin’s dick stretching you out like your small fingers never could, but it sent you right to the edge, your walls spasming around him and your clit growing more sensitive with each desperately hungry rub of your palm.

“Ya gonna cum right in front of ya brotha? Gonna look right into his face when I fill ya up?” He breathed, his hand still holding onto your thigh, grabbing it even more forcefully now, lifting it to expose your sopping cunt to the darkness of the trailer, his thrusts causing it the room to fill with the wet noises of him milking his cousin’s cunt while the rest of the crew was mere inches away.

The change of angle made his pounds feel even more intense, the pleasure quickly escalating as your breaths became even more ragged, coming out in short, snappy moans; sounds so loud you could see your brother slowly but surely stirring awake.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whispered, not wanting to lose the momentum of being so close to that overwhelming release. 

“Fuck, cuz, ya gonna cum? ‘Cause I’m— fuck!” He thrusted into you once, twice, then snapped his hips against your ass one last time, stopping with a grunt that reverberated in your ear and travelled through your body so intensely it tipped you over the edge, too. 

You worked yourself through an earth-shattering orgasm as your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop.

“Huh?” Tyler’s voice sliced through the mingled heavy breaths of you and your cousin, and before you could even realise that you’d just cum right in front of your older brother, Bjorn pulled away, leaving you aching for more.

You quickly slipped back under the covers, feeling his cum seep out of you and run down your thigh.

“You alright, sis?” Tyler asked in a sleepy tone, slowly opening his eyes as one hand reached out to feel your forehead. “Damnit, you shouldn’t be this hot, it’s freezing in here. You coming down with a fever?”

You quickly removed his hand, catching a glimpse of your discarded clothes between you and your brother, pulling them under your covers.

“I don’t know, just… rough night, I guess. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

[asvtrials]

bjorn gets possessive when someone else flirts with you!!

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Bjorn x fem! reader a/n: heyyy!! thank you to the gang for making me this gorby. Special thank you to @caileeflavoured for the extra help <3, not proofread so might have mistakes (let's hope not), sorry for taking so long with this ask <3), let's hope I'll write the series soon... warnings: established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), choking if you squint your eyes, dry humping, namecalling, swearing

Bjorn didn't mind that you got attention, in reality, he rather enjoyed it. 

Watching idiots stare at you at the bar only for their hungry eyes to fall on his arm wrapped around your shoulder or your waist and look away in disappointment.

The instant understanding that they had no chance to get between you two was something the boy was an immediate ego boost.

But there were times when those cheeky fucks stopped being simply pathetic but turned out to be cocky instead.

When one of the nights you go out and Bjorn has his hand under the table, squeezing your thigh, laughing at a joke you just said, and suddenly one of them appears out of nowhere, asking for your name and if he can buy you a drink and all that other wacky shit.

Normally, Bjorn would've jumped the guy, but you had pleaded with him to let you handle guys like that.

So that's why decided to watch you politely tell him that you're not interested while leaning a bit closer to Bjorn. Yet that fuck refused to take the hint.

“Didn't you hear whattha lady said, you fuckin’ wanker?” Bjorn's rough voice captured the attention of the man, who turned to scowl at him.

“I think I'd understand if she wanted me to go,” The man said, glancing back at you with what you could describe as a sleazy smile.

“Are you sure? You don’ look like the brightest.” Bjorn countered but before the man could respond you cut him off firmly “I'm sorry, I'm not interested.”

The man looked between you and Bjorn before letting out a scoff and mumbling something about “not wanting you anyway.” while walking away.

Bjorn tore his gaze from the man to glance at you, a look of irritation crossing his usually playful features.

Encounters like this always left him fuming.

Coming up with some stupid excuse about him being tired, which wasn't entirely an excuse, he dragged you out of the bar after barely remembering to bid your friends goodbye.

He had one thought on his mind— to show you why you kept rejecting all of those guys.

So that's why he pressed you against a wall of his trailer as soon as you walked in, planting rough kisses on your soft lips.

“Bjorn—” you attempted to utter a sentence between his relentless attack on your lips and neck.

“I'm sorry, I'm not interested” He mocked your words from before, moving lower to your collarbone.

“I didn't mean it like that” Your words came out in ragged gasps.

“He shoulda be fuckin’ sorry he ain't the one about to fuck your brains out” He spat out, clutching at the neckline of your shirt and roughly pulling it down, showing more of your flushed skin.

He could easily just take your shirt off but the idea of pulling his lips away from you was utterly unacceptable in his lust-fogged mind.

You tried to gently push him away to take it off, worried that he's going to ruin your only clean work shirt but he quickly wrapped his fingers around your throat, pushing you against the wall even more.

“Every motherfucker thinks they can get a piece of you, stupid fucks.” He cursed against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin as he sucked and kissed you. “They don't even know how fucking loose you are.”

His harsh words pushed an even louder whine past your lips, his fingers pressed against your throat turned your usually silky voice, hoarse.

His other hand roamed your back before hooking his arm under your ass and lifting you up, his lips refusing to leave yours as he carried you to his bedroom.

He hastily kicked his door open and unceremoniously dropped you on his messy bed.

You quickly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer to you. You heard Bjorn let out a mocking chuckle before saying “Look at you, getting all hot and bothered ‘cause I called ya a slut. You like being called a slut, huh?”

“Shut up.” You warned, burying your fingers in his messy locks.

But he quickly grabbed your hands and pressed them against the hard mattress, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, determined for you to be the one begging for more, and your fingers pulling at his hair was very…distracting.

Your skin felt like it was burning, and the fabric of your shirt and pants started clinging to your sweaty skin making you whine loudly.

As if to torture you more, knowing Bjorn that was probably the case, he positioned his knee between your spread legs, pressing lightly, annoyingly light yet enough to make you gasp at the impact.

Your neglected clit rubbed against the now damp fabric of your underwear, begging for attention making you go crazy at how easy it would be for him to just reach out and rub it until you were a moaning mess.

But he didn’t, he just smirked against your mouth as he bit your bottom lip lightly.

“Bjorn, Please” You pleaded and tried to wiggle your hands free.

“‘Please’ what? Want me to take these off?” He asked with a sly smirk.

“Yes.” You replied quickly, already out of breath.

“But ya look so cute like this. And I haven't even don’ anythin’, shit.” He snickered lowly.

You were sure you looked utterly disheveled right now. Your cheeks burning with arousal, your eyes stinging with tears, and nipples poking through your shirt uncomfortably, crying out for his tongue or fingers.

You looked so fucked out already and Bjorn debated if he should continue this or fuck you right

All his thoughts disappeared when he felt you press yourself against his knee, dragging your clothed core against him with a choked moan. You threw your head back in relief as you continued your clumsy movements, mouth wide open.

“Holy shit…” Bjorn mumbled under his breath as he released your hands and leaned back, unable to tear his eyes from your blissed-out face.

“Ah, fuck! Bjorn!” You cried out and quickened your movements sloppily like you haven’t been fuck in months when the truth is you and Bjorn had been all up in each other’s business this morning before work.

You'd feel embarrassed if you saw just how dark the stain on your pants was getting but right now all you could focus on was the blinding pleasure that spread through you the faster you moved your hips against the rough fabric of his pants.

His name fell out of your lips so deliciously that Bjorn was speechless— maybe for the first time in his life as he looked at you move against him so desperately, so utterly gone. For him. You looked like a fucking wet dream.

Soon enough he snapped off his trance and leaned closer, hand coming to rest on your neck while his thumb grazed your lower lip, dragging it down slowly. “Look at ya. Bet that fuck wouldn't even try if he saw you drool like a bitch in heat fo’ me.” He whispered lowly, a hint of amusement coating his voice.

You whimpered at his words, taking his thumb in your mouth and swirling your tongue around his digit as soon as it slid past your red lips.

The whine you let out when he took his thumb out of your mouth, was enough to make his dick twitch against his boxers. You were quickly silenced when he moved his hands under your pants.

He immediately started circling your puffy clit sending a jolt of pleasure flowing through you, cries of his name left you leaving your lips.

“That's it, love. Be a good slut and cum on my knee” He praised.

Your trembling hands grasped his shoulders as your hips moved up and down feverishly until you came all over your panties with a loud yelp, hips stuttering uncontrollably against him.

Shivers ran down your spine as you tried to even your breathing, barely noticing how the boy slid your soaked pants down your shaking legs and threw them somewhere in his messy room.

You came crashing back to reality when his fingers grazed your aching core over the drenched fabric of your underwear. You twitched at the sudden jolt of pleasure and grabbed his hand with your own, feeling too sensitive.

He raised a brow “You think I brought you here to watch you hump my leg like a dog?”You meet his hungry gaze before looking down at the wet patch that you left on his pants. 

You tore your gaze away, your cheeks burning with shame as he continued “Such a fuckin’ liar, acting like ya don't wan’ me to fuck ya stupid. We both know you're gonna beg for it in a few seconds, so why don't ya just take it like a good girl?”

You swore you could come again from his words alone and he could see it. He could see the raw need that fogged your eyes and it drove him crazy.

“Ya wanna be my good girl, mhm?” He asked with a crooked smile, leaning closer to your face, letting his hand travel under your shirt to squeeze your breast.

His hand slid lower to his abdomen, freeing his throbbing cock from his pants while waiting for your mushy brain to come up with an answer.

You nodded, tongue running over your bottom lip in anticipation.

Bjorn slapped your tit at the lack of a response earning a surprised yelp “I asked ya a question, doll.”

“Yes.” You gasped, rushing to give him an answer “Want to be your good girl.”

You gasped, squeezing his biceps when you felt his tip run through your folds, collecting your juices on his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He mumbled. 

with one fast push he buried himself deep inside your inviting warmth. He paused and groaned softly, mouth agape, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length.

“Bjorn!” You moaned loudly and threw your head against the pillows, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“That's it, that's it. Say my name.” He groaned against your marked neck.

So you did, his name slipping from your lips in a loud cry after each deep thrust. He snapped his hips forcefully, the sound of skin slapping filled the loud room. The overstimulation and Bjorn’s low grunts against your ear brought you closer and closer to release. His pace grew faster, movements becoming more erratic as he chased after his release, pants and moans spilling from his plush lips with every deep thrust.

“Bjorn, I can’t—!” You managed to blurt out in between moans at the aching feeling between your shaking legs.

“Shh, I’m close baby, I’m close.” He coaxed, his relentless pounding not faltering even for a second.

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as the overwhelming pleasure sent shivers all over your flushed body. He didn’t stop, reassuring you through your second orgasm, one that made your head spin. Your walls squeezed him so hard, tipping him over the edge right along with you. He stilled inside you, filling you up to the brim with a loud moan.

He threw his head back with a dragged out “Fuuuuck.”

Bjorn dragged himself out of your gushing insides making both of you gasp. He leaned over you, hands grasping the sheets on either side of your head.

“Who’s gon’ fuck ya like this, huh? He breathed out, with a laugh.

“You’re a dumbass.” You snickered, making the boy frown. “When have I said I want anyone else?”

He threw himself to the side, pushing his bangs out of his sweaty forehead with a cheeky smile. “How can ya after I fuck ya so bloody well?”

“Yeah, that’s the only reason.” You joked and scratched his head lovingly, messing his hair even more. But the soft way your eyes gazed into each other told a very different story.

“Well, I’m also pretty good at eating your pussy so–” He was cut off by your hand slapping his chest with a laugh.

[samk1tty]

I'm not a bad girl but I, do bad things with you (Pt.1)

Summary: Bjorn finds out what you do on the side for extra money. He plans to use this knowledge to his advantage.

contents: smut, cam girl reader, masturbation, not proofread, not accurate to alien universe

a/n: this is my first fic so ignore the bad writing (I suck at writing dialogue). Since I saw the movie in theaters i've thought about writing for Bjorn, but since i've always just been a reader for fics i've been hesitant to share anything with anyone else so this has been sitting in my drafts since early October. p.s. inspired by literally everyone who's already written for Bjorn/Spike

"Who's she then, you twat?" Bjorn scoffed, sitting in a group of other workers at lunch. "She's my girl. We've been messaging for a while now" smirking, the worker passes around his phone, one by one, the group of huddled workers taking bites of sandwiches or shoveling spoonfuls of food into their mouths, taking the phone and scrolling through the account for a few seconds. The phone lands in Bjorn's hands, and he looks through the content. "No way. She's jus' doing her job." There was a sense of familiarity with the pictures and videos. He'd thought maybe he'd used this girl's content to get himself off before, but he couldn't place the sense of recognition.

The phone, playing explicit sounds coming from the girl in the videos, gets handed back to its owner, though the conversation doesn't change, many shouting obscenities over each other about what they just saw. Soon after lunch is over and everyone gets back to their shift.

Bjorn is silent now, deep in thought. He can't get the girl out of his mind, though he has no idea what she looks like, as the girl's content never shows her face and only shows her from the neck down. However, upon seeing the moles and bits of hair that peeked down the girl's back in the videos, Bjorn felt a strange sense of closeness towards her. Despite only catching a brief glimpse of her, he had an inexplicable feeling that he knew everything about her, yet nothing at the same time. He memorized the account name, planning on visiting it later that night to investigate and pinpoint why she felt so familiar, of course, there was no other reason to go back to the account other than that.

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You walk to Kay's and Tyler's trailer later that night after work wearing the beat-up cargo pants handed down to you from Bjorn. Your belt is tight to keep the pants, which are two sizes too big for you, up. You sigh and adjust their hem, pulling it up to prevent the excess fabric from pooling around your ankles as you walk. 

You see Bjorn sitting at the entrance playing a video game with Navarro near him, fixing something like she always did. You greet them, saying hi loud enough for them to hear. Bjorn looks up for a second, then back down to his game. Navarro gives you a quick wave before you carefully step up the three steps to the trailer that are covered mainly by Bjorn. You pat his head softly, chuckling slightly when hearing the sound of him dying in the game and his slight cursing as he puts the device down. You plop down on the couch inside after greeting Kay, and then the rest of the group comes in to spend the rest of the night like you always did, as if it were routine now.

After a few hours, the laughter and conversation die as each friend vents about their rough day. The room is filled with understanding and camaraderie as everyone sips their drinks and passes around a lit cigarette. Soon after a second of silence, just when you thought there would be no arguing tonight, Bjorn brings up the pants you were wearing that belonged to him, saying they looked better on him, causing you both to disagree and leading to an argument that made your friends laugh due to the ridiculousness that the conversation has become as you all were in drunken states. 

Bjorn then shockingly says, "You gotta stop obsessing about my balls, man. It's unhealthy." You run an annoyed hand over your face in hearing his unimportant argument that had nothing to do with your last insult directed at him before spitting back, "Keep talking, and I'll chop 'em off." "Aw, you really want 'em for yourself, don't you? Hey, you want me to show you my balls or somethin'?"  Bjorn says pretentiously. You roll your eyes as a smile tugs at your lips. You down the rest of the liquid in your beer can before throwing it at him, the can bouncing off his head, making a bonk sound, leading everyone to laugh a bit more, everyone feeling hazy due to the smoke and drinks. "No one wants to see balls that tiny." Your friends can't help but laugh at the absurdity and humor of the situation while Bjorn wears a playful, sly grin in reaction to your words. "Oh, you're feeling brave, eh? Well, bring it on, princess." "Whatever, I should get home, it's getting late," you say after another dramatic roll of your eyes towards Bjorn. You bid farewell to your friends and headed home, ready to get online and continue working, although you had just finished working at the mines. Though it wasn't the type of work you desired, putting out content online to lonely men wasn't entirely unpleasant. You even found it somewhat arousing, imagining the countless individuals who had used your media in private moments. You speculate on the possibility of knowing these people personally if they could be people you know or interact with regularly.

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Later that night Bjorn rushes to his room once arriving at his trailer. He quickly goes to the account when he closes and locks his door. He plops down on his bed and lays back with a deep sigh, getting comfortable.  As he watched video after video, he lost his search for the familiarity of the girl and instead focused on his desires his hand went down, fiddling with the clasp of his belt and the zipper to his pants, and he eagerly pulled it off, leaving him bare. His hand went immediately down. He was already hard, his tip red and wet with precum. He skimmed several videos, each one of her doing heinous things to her own body. Thighs smothered with her juices. He throws his head back, his right hand pumping himself desperately, vividly imagining it was the girl whose touch he felt. Then suddenly he saw a notification drop down on the screen. A colorful circle surrounding your profile picture signifying you were live at that very moment, immediately he joined.

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You were for the most part, a shy girl so this type of work was something not even you yourself could believe doing, yet here you were... laid out on your freshly washed and changed sheets, just as you pressed live on your website. The maid costume you wore tonight consisting of a black dress that cut at your mid thighs, with frilled edges and a white bib-shaped front. The sheer black stockings accentuating your legs. As people joined your live all commenting different things they wanted you to perform on yourself, you open your legs to your laptop that sat at the end of your bed, showing the panties you wore. You teases the audience for a long while, hearing all the alerts coming for the laptop you suck in a breath and seductively pull off the moist material. Your own two fingers dip into your pussy, squeals of delight coming out of you. Turned on by your own movements and knowing that hundreds of people were watching you making you wetter.

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Bjorn listens and watches immensely, beads of sweat formed all over his body. He closed his eyes thinking of what he'd do to the faceless girl had she been in the room with him. How he'd grind his bulge onto her, desperate for stimulation. How her hand would slip down his chest to palm him through his boxers, pulling the hem down just enough for his cock to spring out. He'd imagine her looking up at him with her innocently lustful eyes as she crawls down, then as she hollows out her cheeks and takes his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes water as it hits the back of her throat. He grunts at the squelching sounds coming from the phone in his hands. His hands would tangle in her hair to continuously fuck in and out at his pace, pushing her head down and holding it in that position as he groans and shoots his cum deep in her throat. The praises he'd whisper, like how good she did for him. Just then, he is taken back to his reality where it is just him alone, his hips jolting up, needing more than just his hand. He tries to stifle his pretty noises, being mindful of the other person in the trailer. His fluids spray out. Bjorn, pants , coming down from his high, laying limp, waiting for his breath to steady. He brings his phone back up and he sees something familiar behind the girl. On her bed, resting against the pillows, was a stuffed animal that he instantly recognized. He recognised it because he remembered gifting it to his childhood friend. Remembering the scene that unraveled years ago, you, a bratty young girl with messy hair basically crying to Bjorn who was three years older than you saying you wanted the what he thought was an ugly stuffed animal. You whined until he finally gave in out of annoyance. He took the remaining money he had and used it on you. He came out of the store and shoved it in your hands upset at the scene you created out of yourself as you hugged the animal to your chest happily. He immediately sat up his hand on his lap as he thought. He quickly scrolls through more content trying to find something to hopefully prove that this wasn't his friend. Surely this couldn't have been you. But glimpses of familiar clothing and jewelry makes him more and more doubtful. It must be a coincidence he was sure of it. In fact, he was so sure it was a coincidence he decided to go to your place and speak with you in person.

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[kayharrisons]

Really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear? [Bjorn x fem!Reader] [2 of ?] [18+ only!!!!]

How it all began.

A/N: my brain is currently only rotting for this fic atm soooo there might be a lot of chapters for this LMAOOOO onto chapter 2! It's mostly backstory with some smut sprinkled in ehehehe both Bjorn and Reader do QUESTIONABLE THINGSSSSS

Series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, discussions of abortion, eventual childbirth, commitmentphobe Bjorn, possessive Bjorn, talks of morning sickness and other pregnancy symptoms, friends to fwb to something Worse, cheating mentions, some degrading speak, nsfw content such as sex and eventual Alien type scenarios

Part 1

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"We can't keep doing this," you gasp into Bjorn's ear, legs wound tight around his waist as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside of you, his groans a muffled melody against your throat. "It's- oh fuck, right there- wrong and- and unfair to- to-"

What the fuck was your boyfriend's name again?

Bjorn smirks against your skin, salty from sweat, from activity, from-

Well, your best friend plowing your brains out. Again.

It was unhealthy. It was wrong. You couldn't stop.

"I'll stop when you do," he sing songs, nipping against your throat. You swat the back of his head, chiding. He wasn't supposed to leave a visible mark, after all. He growls a curse against your throat, looking up at you through his sweat soaked fringe. "Don't you fuckin' try and tell me what to do, love. We both know that's not how you like it."

You let out a grunt of frustration, because fuck he's right, but it tapers off into a whine as his dick brushes against that sweet spot inside of you.

You fucking hate it when he's right. The smug prick.

But damn, if he doesn't know what he's doing with his dick.

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You don't recall how it started, really.

You and Bjorn had always been close, you've been best friends since you were ten, for fucks sake. His home became your second home, his family your family.

Your lives are so intertwined that you can't even begin fathoming trying to figure out where you end and he begins.

Where you went, Bjorn followed. Where he went, you followed. Attached at the hip.

It was perhaps a little co-dependent, how heavily you both relied on one another. But with the way life in Jackson's Star was... well, was it really so bad that you held him near and dear to your heart?

You didn't realise that you were in love with him until you were seventeen, until you brought your boyfriend around to meet your friends.

Everyone had been polite, respectful, had welcomed him with friendly smiles and looted beer.

Not Bjorn, though.

Your best friend had been dead silent, staring daggers at your boyfriend. He hadn't moved from his seat; legs spread apart and arms crossed across his chest, slouching as he glowered through his fringe at the hand wrapped around your waist as if his stare alone would singe it off.

Neither of you were any good at sharing the other. Amongst your inner circle, yeah, sure, couldn't be helped. But to outsiders...

"I don't like him," Bjorn informs you, sullen, as you exit the small bathroom in Tyler's trailer. It had startled you, your eyes darting down the hall.

"He's been nothing but nice-" you stress, and he scoffs.

"Right, yeah, nice. Like staring at Rain's tits is nice? Suprised Tyler's not throttled him yet, might give him a hand-"

"He has not been staring at-" you huff, only to gasp softly when Bjorn backs you towards the bathroom door, your back hitting it with a gentle thud.

"He's not right for ya," he whispers, hoarse, as if the words are blades in his throat. "And he keeps fuckin' touchin' ya all- like he fuckin' owns ya- driving me fuckin' mental it is-"

"Why?" you ask, pleading, eyes wide and searching. "What's it to you, Bjorn?"

He stares at you, a moment, his chest heaving slightly as he tries to breathe, his eyes desperately searching your face.

"Surely you know?" he asks, voice trembling, as if he's restraining himself. "You hafta fuckin' know, love-"

"Know what?" You ask, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.

He lets out a soft breath, before lurching towards you, grabbing your face in his hands and-

Oh.

Oh.

Bjorn is kissing you.

It's... honestly not the best kiss you've ever had.

Your teeth clack against each others, and he uses way too much tongue. But... it's Bjorn. Your Bjorn.

So you lean in to meet him, fingers tangling in his t-shirt as you slow the pace to be more gentle, to savour it. He slows, matching your pace, one of his warm hands trailing down your face, along your neck, before settling at your waist. His fingers burn through the cotton material of your t-shirt, his grip gentle, yet firm as he pulls you closer.

You hum softly, lightly brushing your tongue against his lips, which he parts to allow you entry. Softly, you brush your tongue against his, your hands firm against his chest as-

"God, the fuck's taking you guys so long?"

Navarro's voice gets you jumping away from each other. You still against the bathroom door, and Bjorn absentmindedly fiddling with the air conditioning knob on the wall.

"She won't let me in for a piss."

"Well maybe you should learn the password." you snip back, rolling your eyes.

Navarro rolls her eyes at you both. "Lemon meringue pie."

You step aside and let her through to the bathroom.

Bjorn gapes. "There was an actual-?"

"You know that's what I always pick." you smirk, and a beat passes, before he returns it. A beat passes, and Bjorn opens his mouth to say... something, before you clear your throat.

"Look um... I'm gonna just..." you gesture to the living room, looking away long enough to not notice his expression shatter.

"Yeah, yeah, off you fuck."

You scoff and roll your eyes, heading back to the living room.

Bjorn scrubs a hand down his face, exhaling shakily. "Fuckin' hell..." and with that, he follows.

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It doesn't happen again. Neither of you talk about it, though sometimes, sometimes, you wonder what it would be like to just lean over and press your lips to his again, or to let your hands wander down, down, and down into those pants of his, to see if he has a reason to be as cocky as he always is.

Boyfriends come and go, more often than not scared away by the glower of your best friend.

Until, that is, you're 19, talking about moving in with your boyfriend at the time.

You're hanging out with Bjorn at his place, both of you having caught a matching day off from the mines.

"You suck at this one," you remark, lips twitching as he misses a shot on his game.

"Ah, fuck off," he tuts, slouched in the armchair, legs spread and knee absentmindedly bouncing as his fingers deftly move over the controller.

Your eyes dart over his hands, the long digits moving nimbly over the controller, before focusing your attention back on your datapad.

You both sit in silence for about ten or so minutes, before Bjorn clears his throat. "Whatcha lookin' at anyway? Told you, those datapads have crap porn-"

"Hilarious," you fake laugh, before looking up and meeting his eyes. When had he moved closer? He's now perched on the arm of the couch, peering down at your datapad with crossed arms. Ugh, sleeveless. When did he start building some damn muscle?

"Rent-?" He speaks the word as he sees it, questioning eyes flickering up to your face. "Bunks not doing it for you no more?"

You take a deep breath and steel yourself.

Columbus, your current boyfriend (Bjorn had bitched about how dumb it was to be named after a state from Earth, to your blissful unawareness and Tyler's ever waning patience), was your most serious one yet. He wasn't intimidated by Bjorn, nor your friend group being so small and tight knit. He got along great with everyone... except Bjorn.

It wasn't for a lack of trying on his end, but Bjorn was an immovable wall with a permanent scowl around Col. You'd given up trying to make sure they got along some months ago now.

"Col and I are thinking of moving in together." you say, softly, watching his face.

Bjorn does something you don't quite expect.

He giggles. Giggles as if the very idea is ludicrous, ridiculous.

"You've been going out five fuckin' minutes," he laughs, snatching the datapad from your grasp as he browses the rental properties. Nobody bought anything on Jackson.

"Eight months," you correct with a tired sigh, rubbing your face. "I love him, Bjorn-"

You've fucked up. You can feel it in the air.

Bjorn's eyes snap to yours, something dangerous glinting in them, something you've seen glimpses of, once or twice, when a boy's hand wandered too far or you begged off to go home with a guy.

Neither you nor Bjorn liked sharing, after all.

"Oh, really?" he asks, casually, jaw ticking as he stands, scrolling through the listings Columbus had sent you. "These are all on the other fuckin' side of the colony-" he hisses, eyes snapping to you once again.

"Only some of them-" you argue, and he laughs, bitterly now, tossing the datapad onto the messy coffee table.

"What, fucker thinks he can swoop in and drag you off away from your family? Your friends?" he sneers, hands on the back of his head, rapidly pacing alongside the coffee table.

"It's not dragging, Bjorn," you frown, standing and reaching out, gently removing his hands from his hair. "Look, I love him, and I want to move in with him-"

He laughs again, a wide, disbelieving grin on his face. "Oh, you honestly believe that, do you?"

"Yes!"

In a beat, he's in your space, eye to eye with you. You swallow at the proximity, trying your best to ignore the prickling sensation crawling up and down your spine.

"Alright," he hums, stormy blue eyes damn near black, his pupils engulfing any colour and leaving darkness in their wake. "You look me in the eye then, princess, and tell me you don't want my cock stuffed inside that pretty little cunt of yours."

Your breathing stops, and you stare helplessly at his smug, smug face.

"You think I don't see you watchin' me?" he asks, cocking his head, brows raised. "Don't see you lookin' at me like you want my cock inside'ya? Do your boyfriends know?" he hums, reaching up and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "That you fantasise about your best mate's cock stuffing you full? D'ya tell em? Tell em that you got a taste once and you've not stopped thinkin' about it since? Not stopped thinkin' about going beyond a snog-"

"Sounds like you're projecting." you finally say, voice hoarse, as your cunt pulses with want between your legs. He doesn't need to know how right he is. How you've sometimes lain awake at night in your shitty bunk, how you'd slip your hand down your sleep shorts and try to keep quiet as you wondered, as you fantasised all about your best friend fucking you.

"You can't lie to me," he whispers, smirk fading away to something more... tender. "Never could, love. You're so fuckin' bad at it," he murmurs, stepping closer, his warm breath ghosting over your face, prompting you to shudder.

"Fucking hell, Bjorn. We can't-"

"Says who? Only people that decide that are us," he points out, hands reaching up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your cheekbones.

"I have a boyfriend," you whisper, even as your hands come up to rest on his chest, your lower lip catching between your teeth.

"I won't tell if you don't." he breathes, before leaning in and catching your lips with his. He gently untugs your lower lip from your teeth with his own. "C'mon, love," he coos, a hand ghosting down, over your collarbones, across one of your breasts, before sliding down the front of your pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them before he slides them underneath the material. He keeps his eyes glued to yours, even as you keen softly, his fingers stroking your warmth over the cotton of your underwear. "It'll just be our little secret, yeah?"

"You..." you moisten your lips, slowly rocking your hips against his hand. "You promise you won't tell?"

"To the grave, love," he grins, nudging his nose against yours. "If that's whatcha want. Shame, though, I think people oughta know just how fuckin' soaked your best mate gets you. Naughty girl, aintcha?" he coos, brushing his lips against yours, before shoving your panties aside to stroke your flesh.

You let out a guttural moan, head tilting back from the feeling of him, the warmth of his long fingers-

"Oh, fuck, Bjorn-"

"Tha'sright," he groans, backing you towards the couch. "Such a good girl, yeah? Gonna make sure that's the only fuckin' name leaving your lips from now on."

You collapse onto the couch, Bjorn hovering above you, propped on one elbow, the other hand still leisurely stroking between your folds. He leans his forehead against yours, exhaling shakily. "D'ya know how long I've thought about this?" he asks, nose nudging against yours, before trailing down your jaw, your neck, until he finds a spot in the junction of your neck and shoulder. "Every time I see those stupid fuckin' blokes of yours touchin' ya, thinkin' they'd treat you half as good as I would," he circles your clit, prompting a cry from you, which he groans at. "Ah, fuck, love, could make a bloke fuckin' cream his shorts when you're soundin' like that."

You giggle softly, softly rocking your pelvis up and down, groaning at the extra stimulation. "You often cum without a girl touching you?"

"Hm, nah, you're special, princess," he grins, nipping at your throat as his fingers rub firmer, tjghter circles. "My best girl, aren'tcha, darlin'? Being so good for me, fuckin' soppin' wet for me and I've barely touched ya. Do your other boyfriends getcha like this, huh?"

"Bjorn," you groan, shaking your head. "I don't wanna..."

"Well, tough, I do," he growls, fingers twitching against your clit. "What's it like with them, then? They get you this fuckin' wet this fast? No, I don't think so. My girl's not a filthy little slut, is she?"

Mutely, you shake your head, crying out at the faster pace his fingers take up against your clit, your hips bucking without any rhyme or reason, your cunt damn near fucking aching with how hard it's throbbing. "No," you whimper, shaking your head. "I'm... 'm not a f-filthy slut."

"Good girl," he groans against your throat, looking up at you, his mouth softly parted, his brow furrowed, his eyes black. "You just needed your best mate, didn'cha? Needed me to come along and give you what those poor other fucks couldn't, right?"

You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair. "M-mhm-" you nod, feverishly. "Needed- fuck, Bjorn, I need your- inside-"

He grins, a tug of the lips at the left corner, and he acquiesces, just not in the way you'd expected. He pushes a finger between your folds, pumping it in and out of your molten core, as you cry out and thrust your pelvis desperately.

"Naughty girl," he whispers, eyes full of nothing but delight at your desperation. He pulls his finger out, before pushing it in with a second one, scissoring his fingers inside of you and gridnding the heel of his palm down against your clit. "What would your stupid fuckin' boyfriend say if he could see you now, huh?" he coos, burying his face in your neck. "If he walked in and saw you underneath me, fuckin' my fingers like a bitch in heat, huh?"

Your cunt clenches around his fingers, your breathing picking up as that delicious ache begins to spark, as your bones begin to ignite and your blood turns molten.

"Bjorn, Bjorn, baby, I'm so fucking close-" you shriek, head pushing back into the couch pillows, eyes squeezed shut tight. "Harder, oh my god, fuck me harder-"

He does so, fingers moving in and out of your cunt with downright pornographic squelches. Your panties and jeans are soaked from your wetness, but you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed, not with how good he's fucking you with his fingers.

Bjorn kisses up your neck, breathing heavily against your ear. "I think," he murmurs, idly sucking a hickey onto the skin below your ear. Visible, for all to see, staking his claim upon you. "You look fuckin' beautiful with my fingers inside of you. With your best friend's fingers fuckin' your pussy the way it's been beggin' for. Yeah, I bet you look fuckin' gorgeous when you cum 'round em too-"

You cum hard around his fingers with a shriek of his name, your fingers clawing at the back of his neck and your breath nothing more than desperate pants.

Bjorn shudders, pulling his fingers from your cunt, his dark eyes locked on yours as he sucks them into his mouth. You damn near cum again from that sight alone.

"Was fuckin' right, weren't I?"

[winxanity-ii]

Umm, are y'all ok???

I just want to say that it feels a bit unfair (read: weird as fuck) that people are uncomfortable or feel that Andy only deserves a 'platonic bond'. And this isn't just me assuming but based on me scrolling through Tumblr—specifically the Alien: Romulus tag—and seeing plenty of Tyler, Rain, Bjorn, hell, even damn Xenomorph yandere/romance/smut stories but zilch for Andy.

I even received an ask telling me that I shouldn't continue writing Andy as a love interest but instead to make it a 'platonic' familia one. And all I can say to that person: please go to hell. It's wild that the audacity was even implied.

As far as I know, I'm the only one writing Alien: Romulus content that showcases Andy in a romantic light, and I plan to continue doing so. He deserves to be seen as a versatile android—whether that be a yandere one who loves the MC or a sweet soulmate that's always there—just like the other androids in the Alien franchise receive. *cough* Walter *cough*.

I don't know, sorry for going off on a tangent, but this is something I just needed to get off my chest. I'm practically filled with butterflies at the opportunity to create such a love story for a character that swept so many, like myself, off their feet. Andy is perfect and he will continue to receive stories from me until a bunch of people can get it into their thick skulls that he deserves to be thirsted after just like the rest of the cast…

At the end of the day, my version of Andy is staying romantic, yandere, or whatever I see fit and if you don't like that, please do your part and create more stories centering him in the vision you'd like to read/see...

[fakevalentine]

are you by chance open to writing for other alien: romulus characters? I saw the Rain request and was curious if you would ever write smut for Bjorn (preferably) or any of the others!!

well i'm a lesbian and only write for women, so male characters are off limits for meeeee >.<

and regarding kay and navarro, maybe. but i don't know their ages, i only know rain is 25! sooooo

[prpfz]

Hello, this might be a bit of a long shot, but I'm 25+, I've watched Alien Romulus, and I'm wondering if anyone would like to RP Tyler/Bjorn with me, or one of them with Andy. I'm cool with playing any of them! Looking for angst, smut and possibly some fluff! Like the post and I'll reach out, thanks! 🐜

give a like and anon will get back to you

[theblueflower05]

These Violent Delights

The taglist for this story is currently open

Pairing: Bjorn x Reader

Synopsis: Kay has always had a bad habit of bringing home strays. From flea ridden street dogs to lost souls who just needed a bite to eat. You, a jaded desk clerk she’d met in a back office- who had just so happened to put your neck out on the line for her- are no different.

Warnings: MDNI. 18+, this story is pretty heavy from the jump. Smut filled. Drug/alcohol use. Family loss. Talks of suicide and depression(I mean, they’re trapped on a planet that doesn’t get sunlight)

Playlist✨ Aesthetics✨

Chapter One

[maldaptivedreamer]

Strangers On a Train

You meet a stranger on the subway. He offers you a seat.

content: Strangers have sex, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, name calling, no condom, SPOILER: Bjorn x Fem Reader x Tyler

wc: ~4.2k

a/n: I know, I know. I should be working on the series. I’m sorry. Special thanks to @spikedfearn for the extra help. Both her and @caileeflavoured helped with forming some of the ideas and dialogue <3333

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

With a burst of energy, you push yourself through the heavy doors just before they slam shut. Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your hands smooth down the creases in your skirt.

Taking in your surroundings, you are immediately struck by the overwhelming crowd that fills the space. Bodies press closely together, creating a wall of bustling energy and noise that surrounds you. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and sweat.

You wince, scanning the crowded train in search of a more secluded spot.

Then your eyes land on him - sitting alone on a bench, his head tilted back as if lost in thought. His headphones cover his ears and he's staring at you with tired eyes. You feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach at the feel of his blue eyes on you. As soon as he notices he has your attention, he takes off his headphones and lifts his head, staring directly at you.

His expression is one of curiosity and amusement. He lifts a questioning brow as he tilts his head lazily and widens his legs further, almost invitingly.

Hesitantly, you make your way towards him, heart racing. As you get closer, he sits up straighter, seeming more awake now that you’ve accepted his silent offer. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he absentmindedly scratches at the scruff on his face.

“Hello princess. Need a seat? Cause ’m happy to offer one.”

You hesitate for a moment, eyeing his lap and your breath catches in your throat. His invitation is clear. His confident demeanor and piercing gaze make your pulse quicken. Without fully processing what you're doing, you find yourself nodding and moving closer.

"I...sure. Thank you," you manage to stammer out.

His smirk widens as he pats his thigh invitingly. "Do no’ be shy love. Make yourself comfortable."

Heart pounding, you gingerly lower yourself onto his lap. You gasp softly as you feel the firm press of his body against yours. His arms encircle your waist, steadying you as the train lurches into motion.

"There now, isn't tha’ better?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice and a shiver runs down your spine at the intimate contact.

The vibrations of the moving train send tingles through your body. You're acutely aware of every point of contact between you - his thighs beneath you, his chest against your back, his arms around your waist, one hand resting on your stomach and the other lightly gripping your thigh.

You can feel the heat of his hand bleed into your core. A slight twitch of his fingers and he would be touching you.

Gulping, you shift slightly and his grip tightens. Your voice is breathy. “You…umm- is your stop far?”

A sudden jolt in the train makes you slide further back into him, and you feel a distinct hardness pressing into you. Heat floods your cheeks, his hand on your thigh trails over your skin. His fingers dance along the hem of your skirt, toying with the fabric.

"No’ for a bit," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "But 'm in no rush. Are you?"

A shiver travels through you and you silently shake your head. You feel him nod against your hair.

His lips leave gentle kisses along your neck, as his fingers teasingly trace the edges of your panties. Your heart races. The train car is still packed with people, but everyone seems lost in their own world.

"Jus’ relax. No one's payin’ us any mind." he soothes, nuzzling into your neck.

As if to prove his point, his other hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. Your eyes widen and you grip his arm, but make no move to stop him.

You gently release his arm and he runs a single digit up and down the slick folds of your core. With each jolt and sway of the train, his touch becomes more insistent, his finger brushing against your clit with a delicious friction. You bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, your hips unconsciously rolling back against him.

He lets out a low, guttural groan in your ear as he moves his hand from your stomach to rest on your hip, guiding your movements with a subtle rock. Your core throbs with an intense ache, yearning for the fullness that only his cock can provide.

Leaning back slightly, you press your lips to his cheek. "I wanna feel you inside of me." Your voice is barely above a breathy whisper, but it's thick with desire and hope. The anticipation coils tightly in your stomach as you wait for his response.

He freezes, voice in strained disbelief. “You wan’ my cock in front of all o’ these people?”

You nod immediately. “Yes. Please?”

As his face presses into the curve of your neck, you can feel his breath hot and shaky against your skin. A tingle runs through you as he inhales deeply, his voice trembling with desire. "You're goin’ to get me into so much trouble, princess," he manages to say before releasing a small chuckle.

He taps your thigh in a silent command, urging you to move. You raise yourself slightly, shifting your weight onto your knees. His fingers brush against you as he fumbles to unbutton his pants.

As he pulls himself out, his body radiates heat that you can feel against your skin. His thumb glides along your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps as it disappears between your bodies.

With a gentle pressure, he moves your panties to the side and teasingly presses the tip of his swollen cock into you. You can feel yourself tensing, but his strong arms wrap around your waist and hold you close.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you slowly lower yourself onto him. His cock is thick and perfectly shaped, each curve fitting perfectly within you. The heat from his body transfers to his cock, making it hot and hard as it pulses with his heartbeat.

Hot tears blur your vision as every inch of him fills you. Desperately, you look around for any sort of distraction from the ecstacy of him inside you.

But then, you lock eyes with another stranger - this one dressed in a crisp military uniform. His brown eyes are full of hunger, and it's clear that he has been watching everything unfold. He saw everything and he’s done nothing to stop it.

Your body tenses, and the blue-eyed man inside you can feel it. With a tight grip on your hips, he whispers in your ear, "Relax, love. You’ve gotta at least look like we know each other. Would no’ want anyone thinkin’ that you’re just some whore sittin’ on some stranger’s cock, would yah?”

Your walls tighten at his words because someone does know and he’s watching. Your eyes meet the intense gaze of the man, and you resist the overwhelming urge to spread your legs wider, to show him exactly what you're doing as you take more of this stranger inside of you.

The jostling of the train car becomes even more intense as he settles inside of you. You let out a small whimper, feeling his cock almost vibrate inside of you, sending tingles through your body. His lips press against the crown of your hair, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs softly. "Shhh, if you move or make a sound, I'll have to fuck you right here in front of everyone. You would no’ want that would yah?" The sweet kiss and affectionate tone he uses juxtaposes his threatening words.

You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice. The threat (or promise?) sends a thrill through you. Your walls clench involuntarily around him and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

The train lurches around a curve, moving you on his lap. You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle any sounds as the train's movements cause his cock to shift inside you. The friction is exquisite torture. Your walls clench involuntarily around him, drawing out a sharp groan from him.

Brown eyes is still watching intently from across the car. His gaze burns into you, making your skin tingle. You can see the bulge in his uniform pants growing more prominent.

The stranger beneath you doesn’t notice, huskily mumbing into your ear. “I’d think you’d have done this before if you weren’t so fuckin’ tight.”

His hips give a subtle, but powerful grind upwards, driving deeper into your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you let out a quiet cry of pleasure.

His strong hands grip your hips firmly, leaving behind marks that will surely blossom into bruises tomorrow. You can feel every inch of him inside of you, and it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

You're grateful for his firm grasp on your hips, anchoring you to him and preventing you from rising to fuck yourself on his cock. You let out another cry and he hushes you. “Shut up. Would no’ want the anyone askin' their mummies why you’re cryin’, eh?”

Your heart races as you shake your head desperately. You desperately reach for his hand and hold it tightly in your lap, curling your fingers around his. You trace the lines of his tattoos with your fingernails, attempting to rid yourself of the urge to shamefully fuck into him.

The distraction doesn’t work. You can feel yourself clenching with each movement, each dirty word that escaped his lips, each lustful look from the stranger across from you.

You look up to see him still staring at you, a primal hunger in his brown eyes that both thrills and scares you. As he continues to ravish you with his gaze, you gasp softly, completely overwhelmed by the stranger’s intense eyes as you're sat on another stranger’s cock.

Noticing you’re distracted, he nips at your ear. "What's caught your attention, princess?"

"The...the man over there," you gesture with your head.

He follows your line of sight and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Looks like we've got an audience." His hips raise abruptly and he spreads his legs wider. “Why don’t we give ‘im a show?”

His hand tightens its grip on your hip, pulling you closer and grinding you down onto his throbbing cock. His other hand swats away your fingers, as it makes its way beneath your skirt.

You tense, your walls instinctively clenching around his cock, eliciting a groan from him. Panicked whispers escape your lips. "What are you doing?" You hastily try to push down your skirt, wanting to conceal the dangerous game he's playing. But his hand remains there, unyielding and bold.

“Easy, princess.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continuing his exploration with a confident and lewd smirk on his face. “He’s been watchin’ the whole time so ‘m jus’ showin’ ‘im what you look like when you cum. I won’t be able to see your face an’ reckon someone should get to.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers find your clit, circling it with teasing pressure. You struggle to keep your expression neutral as pleasure builds within you. The stranger's hungry gaze burns into you, making you feel completely exposed.

Across the car, brown eyes are locked onto the movement beneath your skirt. His hand twitches at his side, as if fighting the urge to touch himself. You can feel yourself rapidly losing control under his heated stare.

His fingers move faster, hips grinding up into you with subtle movements. You grip his thighs tightly, biting your lip hard to stifle any sounds.

"That's it," he breathes in your ear. "Show him how good you feel. Let him see what a dirty whore you are, cumming on a stranger's cock in public."

Your eyes lock with the stranger's as your orgasm builds. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly. The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter and tighter. Your thighs begin to tremble as you teeter on the edge.

You bite down on your lip as white hot pleasure shoots through you. The stranger beneath you tenses and stops breathing as your walls attempt to milk him. He brings his hand from out beneath your skirt and uses the material to wipe his hand clean.

He presses his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. You can feel the wetness seeping into his lap, evidence of the intense release you just experienced. “Fuck, you have no idea how close I was to cummin’ in you. Bet you’d wan’ tha’ though innit?" Walkin’ ‘round with my cum spillin’ out of you.”

Your over sensitive core convulses around him and you can feel yourself quickly approaching another orgasm. Gulping, you try to adjust yourself on his cock. But the sensations of him are overwhelming, making it impossible for you to focus.

“I- I’m gonna cum again,” you manage to slur out, leaning back into him for support.

He chuckles in response, but it’s cut short as the train suddenly lurches around a sharp turn. The tip of his cock rubs against the perfect spot inside of you.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you face the brown eyed stranger. His chest heaves and his hands are clenched over his knees as he watches you.

The intensity of your second orgasm takes you by surprise. Your body trembles, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

The stranger behind you grunts softly, his fingers digging into your hips as he fights to maintain control. "Fuck, princess," he breathes against your neck. "‘M tryin’ to make this last but you're a slut for my cum, aren't you?"

Across the car, he shifts in his seat, his brown gaze burning with barely contained lust. His hand twitches towards his lap again before he catches himself, clenching his fist at his side instead.

Coming down from your high, the reality of the situation starts to sink in. You're sitting on a stranger's cock while another stranger watches you and is getting off to it.

The train begins to slow as it approaches the next station. Your heart sinks with disappoint and blue eyes tenses beneath you. "I need to get off here," you murmur regretfully.

He hisses beneath you and his voice is rushed. “Fuck. Okay, okay. Jus’…” He pauses, his hard cock throbbing inside of you. ”Wait til everyone gets off.”

You anxiously observe as the train lurches to a halt and the passengers gradually disembark. Struggling to rise on unsteady limbs, you are oblivious to the presence of the other stranger approaching.

Suddenly, he firmly grips your arms, hands engulfing your elbows, and he forces you to stand. Your breathing halts in your chest as the unfamiliar man's brown eyes meet yours, the blue eyed stranger falls out of you with a slick sound.

“Oi!” His voice is a low growl, thick with anger as he shoves his hard cock back into his pants. You can feel him pressing against your back. “Wha’ the fuck, mate?”

The tall stranger turns and steps off the train without a word, leaving you with no choice but to follow. Blue eyes, close behind, looks ready to explode.

As soon as you step off the train, you are engulfed by a sea of people. The rush of bodies and noise makes your head spin. You try to ignore the cold and uncomfortable feeling of your wet panties beneath your skirt.

Your eyes scan the crowded platform, searching for the glowing display sign. But all you see is a sea of strangers, their faces blurred and indistinguishable in the chaos.

When you find it, relief floods through you. Bright letters flash, displaying your destination preceded by the message STOP DELAYED.

Grasping the pretty boy's hand tightly, you weave through the crowd until you find an open space by a pillar. The solid structure provides some sense of security amidst the chaos and you lean against it for support.

You pull him towards you, leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. "My stop's been delayed." Pulling back, you watch as the initial anger recedes from his eyes and is quickly replaced by an impatient desire.

He presses you against the pillar, his lips hovering just inches from yours. His breath warms your trembling lips. Your heart races as you run your tongue along his bottom lip, silently begging.

Just as he begins to lean in, you’re interrupted by a deep voice, clearing his throat. You both turn and see the man with piercing brown eyes standing there. His gaze shifts between both, his expression unreadable.

Both men shift and you furrow your brows at the silent conversation they seem to be having. Pretty boy’s grip on you tightens as you push him away slightly, taking a step toward tall, dark, and handsome. “You-you were watching.”

He scoffs, his eyes darting around before he leans down, his hand quickly skimming over the sensitive skin between your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch. You can feel the heat of his breath on your skin as he moves closer, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thigh. “You weren’t exactly discreet love. You’re not hidin’ nothin’ with cum dripping down your thighs, now are you darling?”

Pretty boy tenses behind you, pulling you closer. "Wha’ d’you want, mate?"

His brown eyes leave a trail of fire as they observe you. “Once you’re done with her, it’s my turn.” With a swift, graceful movement, he turns and positions himself in front of both of you, his broad frame blocking any view from prying eyes.

After a brief pause, pretty boy switches positions with you, leaning against the pillar. Your back is pressed against his chest as you're turned and forced to stare at the sturdy back of the brown eyed stranger. You gasp as hands snake around you to grasp at your body. They move beneath your skirt and brush against your sensitive folds through your panties.

"Think you can take me again?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

You nod eagerly, already aching to feel him inside you. With deft movements, he frees his cock from his pants, fingering your panties to the side and in one smooth thrust, he buries himself into you.

Your hands fly out in front of you to steady yourself and your fingers clench into the thick material of his uniform. Brown eyes tenses as you pull him flush against your front.

You bite down on his arm to muffle your moan as the man behind you starts to move. His strokes are deep and purposeful, each one sending you rocking against the stranger in front of you.

The firm muscles of brown eyes' back provide friction against your sensitive nipples through your thin blouse. You struggle to stay quiet at the delicious friction, occasionally letting out muffled whimpers.

He glances back over his shoulder, his gaze burning with desire as he watches you come undone. "Careful now," he murmurs. "Don't want to draw any more attention."

His words send a thrill through you. You're acutely aware of the crowd milling around you, oblivious to what's happening behind his broad form.

Blue eyes picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours. One hand grips your hip while the other slides around to rub tight circles on your clit. "Fuck, y’feel so good. Perfect for takin’ cock," he groans into your ear.

“Fuck. ‘M gonna cum, fuckin’ edged myself warmin’ my cock in yah.” The wet sounds of your bodies make are barely masked by the bustling station.

You sob into brown eyes' back, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. Pretty boy stiffens as he follows behind you, cock pulsing and twitching inside of you. Your legs feel weak and shaky as you come down from your high. Blue eyes holds you steady as he slowly pulls out. You bite your lip to stifle a whimper at the loss.

Brown eyes turns slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "My turn," he growls softly.

Before you can fully process what's happening, brown eyes is maneuvering you around. He presses your back against the pillar, your head resting against the cool concrete. Blue eyes moves to stand guard, blocking you from view.

You hear the sound of a zipper and then feel the blunt head of brown eyes' cock pressing against your entrance. He slides in easily, with no resistance.

You gasp as he enters you in a deep thrust. He feels different from the blue eyed stranger - thicker, stretching you even more. Your oversensitive walls clench around him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

"Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, his breath hot against your ear.

His hips begin to move, slow at first but quickly building to a punishing pace. You cling to his broad shoulders, struggling to stay quiet as he pounds into your raw pussy.

Blue eyes watches intently, his eyes dark with renewed arousal. He leans in close, whispering filthy encouragements. "That's it, take his cock like the good girl you are. Let him use that pretty pussy."

Brown eyes growls in approval, the noise rumbling deep in his throat. His large hand grips the surface of the pillar tightly as he clenches his teeth, speaking through them, “Teased me the whole ride. Looking at me as you came. As you took his cock.”

Pretty boy's blue eyes flash with amusement before he quickly turns back to his original position, trying to hide the smirk that plays on his lips. “Made for takin’ strangers’ cocks, in’t she?”

You can only whimper in response. The tall stranger's thick cock stretches you, hitting spots deep inside that make your toes curl. The lingering sensitivity from your previous orgasms heightens every thrust, every brush of skin against skin.

Blue eyes leans in close again, his lips brushing your ear. "Look at you, takin' two strangers so well. Such a greedy little thing.” He gives your ear a small nibble. “Wha’? My cum no’ enough an’ you needed more?" His words send a shiver down your spine, your walls clenching involuntarily.

Brown eyes grunts at the added tightness, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. "Fuck, gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he growls.

The coil of pleasure in your core winds tighter with each thrust. Your walls flutter around him, another orgasm building quickly.

"Fuck, you're close again aren't you?" he grunts, his hips snapping against yours. "He’s right. You’re fucking greedy."

You nod frantically, beyond word. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you teeter on the edge.

The stranger with blue eyes neglects his position in favor of whispering in your ear. "Come on, princess. Cum for him. Show him how good you feel. How tight you get when that pretty pussy milks cock for every drop it's worth."

His words push you over the edge. Your body goes rigid as waves of pleasure crash over you. You muffle your cries on brown eyes' shoulder.

Brown eyes' rhythm falters. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he adds his cum to the mix already inside you.

You moan into him, as the sensation of being filled again surrounds you.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as brown eyes stills, his forehead resting against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. The bustling sounds of the station slowly filter back into your ears, reminding you of where you are.

Blue eyes clears his throat softly. "Tha’ was hot an’ all but I reckon we should move before someone notices."

Brown eyes nods and steps back, carefully pulling out of you. As he does, you feel a trickle of cum start to slide down your inner thigh. You whimper softly at the loss, your legs shaky as you try to stand on your own. Both men steady you, their hands gentle on your waist and arms.

Blue eyes smirks. "Look at you, dripping with our cum." Your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

With a quick look around to ensure no one was watching, his deep brown eyes narrow as he crouches down. Roughly pulling your panties down your legs, he clutches the material tightly in his fist and uses it to wipe between your thighs. He tucks your panties in his pocket with a small smirk.

Blue eyes narrow but the pretty stranger says nothing.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you move to speak, but the noise of a train screeching to a stop interrupts you. Both of their heads turn up at the noise.

Shrugging, blue eyes grins at you. “Well ‘spose I should thank you for gettin me off, but tha’s my train.” Shocked, you say nothing and watch as he waves a lazy hand and pulls his headphones back on.

Your attention is drawn to brown eyes and guilt flashes in his eyes for a brief moment before he stands back. “It’s mine too an’ I need to be off… I- Thank you,” he stutters out slightly, almost shyly. A complete juxtaposition of his earlier behavior. With an awkward wave he leaves.

Gulping, you glance around the emptying platform. Alone. Disheveled and trembling with wrinkled clothes, no panties and two strangers' cum dripping out of you.

[caileeflavoured]

love crime

bjorn x cousin!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: He reminded you time and time again that boys had bad intentions. Little did you know his intentions were infinitely worse.

a/n: hey god, it’s me again, I wasn’t strong enough today. I caved and wrote cousincest smut (which is very much legal where I live so, actually, I didn’t do anything wrong 😌). @spikedfearn hyped me up so special shoutout to the one who matches my freak. also this is poorly edited so if anything seems weird, pls ignore

warnings: 18+, SMUT, pure cousincest filth, virginity loss

wc: 3k

MAIN MASTERLIST | ALIEN MASTERLIST

You didn’t quite know how you found yourself in this situation. The trailer dark and empty, the colony quiet and undisturbed — a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the day. Just you and him. You and your cousin.

“You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this,” he mumbled against your hot skin, his voice raspy as his hands wandered down your sides, each and every touch entirely inappropriate and forbidden.

A whine escaped you. “B-Bjorn…”

Bjorn. Your cousin. The one guy who’s been telling you for years that no boy would ever seriously want you. That all they wanted was your body to use for their own pleasure and then get rid of you like an old toy. Your cousin was total menace, meanie, douchebag.

Bjorn, the guy who reminded you time and time again that any boy on Jackson’s Star you’d shown any kind of interest in had bad intentions. Little did you know his intentions were infinitely worse.

He stopped attacking your neck and leaned back to look at you, his hands moving back up your thighs, then around your ass, groping and grabbing the soft flesh. A sly grin was plastered on his face as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

A soft moan escaped your throat, his name falling from your lips as you clawed at the fabric of his shirt. “Bjorn…” You could feel what he did to you, the sensation and anticipation running through your veins all the way to your core.

“I’ve wanted to get my teeth on you since that night I heard your little desperate moans,” his lips grazed your ear as his voice echoed through your body, sending shivers down your spine. “I wanted to taste you so bad, you know that?”

“You… what?” You gasped in disbelief, unable to understand why anyone would want you when he’d been telling you for years how undesirable you were.

“You heard me, luv,” he grunted, his hands digging deeper into the flesh of your ass. The feeling of his hands practically assaulting your body turned you on in a way you didn’t think was possible. His fingers traced the hem of your shirt, gently grazing your hot skin which sent goosebumps up your arms as they desperately wrapped around his neck.

Your body and mind disagreeing, you kept trying to make him stop, but your body would betray each and every word coming out of your mouth. “But Tyler—“

“Tyler’s not here, is he?” His voice sounded raspy as he mumbled against your jaw, his teeth pulling on your soft skin as they made their way to your lips. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, and it sounded pathetic. You knew there was no way of making him stop, not even the danger of being caught by your own brother. 

He chuckled at the sound of your desperation. “Good.”

He walked you to his bed, letting you back down on your before pushing your shirt up and over your head, exposing your half-naked chest to him.

The feeling of exposing your body to your cousin made wasn’t as nerve-wracking as imagining a random boy seeing you like this, yet you still found yourself trying to cover yourself up with your arms in front of your chest.

“No, no, no, no,” Bjorn mumbled, “lemme see ma pretty cousin.” Subconsciously licking his lip,  he pushed your arms down as he took in the sight of his young cousin, standing in front of him with a heaving chest, and nipples hard enough to poke through the bra. 

“Even better than I imagined,” his accent sounded in the silence of the trailer as his hands ran down your shaking arms and grabbed your wrists before pinning them behind your back.

He wanted you completely at his mercy. He’d been planning it for long enough. Now was not the time for any more slip-ups or interruptions. 

You were ready for him. He could feel it.

The touch of his hands awakened something inside you.

One hand moving to your chin, forcing you to look at him, the other still holding onto your wrists, he said, “I need you to say it.”

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together at the deep sound of his voice, and the thrill of it all. A nod was the only response you were able to give him as you bit your lip, aching for more of him.

“Just admit it,” he pushed. “You want me, don’t you? You want your cousin, eh?” 

He pressed his body up against yours, leaving only a hairsbreadth of space between you and him. His eyes bore into yours, awaiting your answer, demanding it.

“Yeah,” you nearly moaned, and his lips engulfed yours in an instant, his tongue claiming access as he pushed himself further against you. 

You could feel him against you, feel his cock push against the centre of your thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted it. No, needed it. 

You let him explore you, your mouth, your body, your soul, as he let go of your wrists, letting his hands wander from the small of your back over the curve of your ass. He bent over with you in his embrace, his lips engulfing yours shamelessly while his hands kept kneading the soft flesh.

He turned around, sitting down on the bed and forcefully yet in his own way gently pushed you onto his lap, making you sit right on his bulge. He wanted you to feel how badly he needed you.

You moaned into his mouth, rolling your hips against his, eliciting strangled groans and mumbled ‘fuck’s.

“Take it off,” he fumbled with the clasps of your bra. “I wanna see all of you.”

You obeyed without hesitation, finding confidence in the intimacy with your cousin who you had known for so long.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned when you bared your tits to him, his lips almost automatically glued to your chest as he kissed and bit his way from one side to the other, definitely leaving dark marks in his wake. 

Marks you’d have to hide from your brother at all cost.

Your head fell back as you relished the intimate sensation of his soft, plump lips on your tits and the occasional nip of his teeth that sent a sweet, sweet jolt of pain through your body and right down to your core.

Your hands wandered down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before you let them wander down his heated chest and back down. You hastily fumbled with his fly.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled, holding up his hands in cheeky defeat as he let you work on the button, then the zipper, until, ultimately, you freed him from the restraints of his bottoms. You gave him a quick ‘shut up’ — something you’d told your cousin many times, just never in a situation like this.

Something that felt both familiar and new. Comfortable and exciting. Natural yet forbidden.

He smirked down at you as you sat back on his lap, enjoying the gasps that escaped you every time you could feel him press more against your aching cunt. “Someone’s all worked up, too, it seems,” he teased. “And we haven’t even started yet.”

Bjorn roughly stripped you of the rest of your clothes, then slid his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. He pushed you off his lap and stood back in front of the bed as he pulled you closer to the edge of the mattress, your ass nearly hanging off, before he ripped off the last remaining fabric, leaving you utterly exposed underneath him.

There you were, his little cousin, all naked and slutty and desperate in his bed, shaking and sweating and… soaking.

His eyes fixed on your glistening, near-dripping folds as he forced your legs apart with ease, a heavy ‘fuck’ rumbling from his chest at the sight of his cousin who was more than ready for him.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his mouth running along the inside of your thigh all the way to the apex, taking in the sweet scent of his little cousin, an aphrodisiac he’d claimed all for himself a long, long time ago.

“All that just for me, luv?”

You instinctively covered your face, hiding behind your hands as you tried to close your legs, but his grip on you was too strong, too determined. “Nuh-uh, luv. Let me see ya.”

His name escaped your throat like a desperate prayer as his lips started attacking your skin, working their way up from your hips to your chest. His tongue circled around your sensitive nipples as his hand moved up to your neck.

He pushed two of his fingers inside your mouth, playing with your tongue as his own flicked over your nipples at a relentlessly hungry pace. Your body responded to each touch of his, your hips bucking up to meet his and your hands buried in his hair as you tugged on his strands.

He hummed against you in an acknowledging way, almost approvingly even, his lips moving to the other nipple. He kept going for a couple more moments until he sat up, and kneeled between your legs.

“Don’t even have to do anything and you’re already a mess for me, eh?” He teased as he touched himself through the last remaining bit of fabric of his boxers. “You’re such a little virgin.” 

He grinned before he leaned down and started to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he inched closer to your core. He moved his hands under your thighs in one swift motion, pulling you closer to his face as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. 

“You’re so fucking pretty down there, you know that, luv?” He said, his hands digging into your flesh as his mouth finally connected with your hot cunt, his lips engulfing your soaked lips as his tongue flicked over your achingly sensitive clit, lightly and teasingly at first, then increasingly determined.

Your moans became more intense with each skilled flick of his tongue, your hands gripping the bedsheets like your life depended on it. You could feel him chuckling against your core, enjoying the way he could make his cousin turn into this insatiable little thing.

“Fuck, Bjorn, fuck!” Your voice was strangled and high-pitched as you felt the muscles in your core tighten, bucking your hips up to meet his mouth so hard he had to forcibly push you back onto the mattress. 

“Mhm yeah,” he groaned against your throbbing cunt. “I knew you’d get there fast, but this fast?”

“Please, Bjorn,” you cried, more moans bouncing off the walls of his small bedroom as he kept going until you could feel the coil in your stomach snap, and let go underneath him. 

Thunderous waves of pleasure rolled over you in a breathtaking culmination of sensations as he rode you through your high, listening to the symphony of your whines and cries and moans before they subsided and got replaced by the desperate sound of fucked-out heavy breathing.

“Looks like I did good,” he said with a grin, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched you try to catch your breath with an amused look on his face. “You should see how wrecked you look right now.”

You could barely catch your breath as you felt the aftermath of what your cousin has done to you make you want for more. You pulled him closer by his oversized shirt, your lips crashing into his in a hungry kiss.

Bjorn laughed into the kiss, crawling on top of you momentarily before moving back and walking around his bed to grab a condom from the nightstand. He moved back in front of you and in between your still shaking legs, a satisfied smirk on his lip as he pushed his boxers down, watching you watch him get ready to take his cousin.

He could see your eyes grow bigger at the sight of his hard cock, could sense the fear of what he was going to do to you. 

“Don’t worry, luv,” he grinned, “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

He kneeled on one knee next to you, wrapping your leg around his waist as he hovered over you, his lips back on yours. He made sure to keep your mind occupied enough with the way his lips rolled over yours as his hand slid through your folds. A hum vibrated against your lips when he felt the way his fingers slipped towards your entrance with ease.

The feeling of his middle finger toying with your pussy drew more soft and desperate moans from your throat. Your hand clung to his wrist as you felt him slowly push in. The muscles in his arm flexed and tensed as he started moving his finger, rubbing the soft spongy tissue that he knew would make you drip even more for him.

“Bjorn, ah—” you gasped a strangled cry when you felt him stretch you out a little more as he added a second finger. His lips moved back down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Need you to be ready for me,” he said, slipping in a third digit, watching the way your back arched when the tips of his fingers brushed against your g-spot again.

Your endless moans and whines assured him that you were starting to adjust to the growing size inside of you. “Did it feel that good when you touched yourself, luv?” He asked, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You shook your head no. Bjorn moved up, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty, before he pushed them against your bottom lip, slowly forcing your mouth open and his fingers inside. “Ever tasted yourself?”

“N-No,” you muttered as you wrapped your lips around his digits, licking and sucking his finger when he asked you to.

Bjorn knew he had gotten you to a point where you’d do anything for him and him only.

“Not a word to your brother, eh?” He commanded with an approving flick of his fingers on your chin before he shifted on his bed. He moved right between your legs, pulling your hips closer to his as he got down on his knees, then lined himself up with your entrance.

“Gon’ keep this our pretty little secret,” he said and pushed in.

He couldn’t help the gasp and strangled ‘fuck’ that fell from his lips as he felt the warmth and tightness of your walls engulf him. He slowly slid in all the way, past the slight resistance of your hymen before breaking it, definitively claiming you as his, claiming something no one would be able to take from him now.

Bjorn watched your chest heave as he picked up a careful pace to make sure you get used to his size. “Does it hurt, luv?” He wanted to know, his hands gripping the sides of your hips, fingers digging in deep, as he pulled you against him with each thrust.

But you were barely articulate, the feeling of him filling you out and repeatedly hitting the deepest possible point inside of you so overwhelming you couldn’t even tell pain from pleasure. Your fingers dug into his biceps when he moved over you, hitting from a different angle he knew was sure to make you cry out his name.

“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good. So fuckin’ tight,” Bjorn groaned through gritted teeth as he stilled inside you for a second.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” You asked, already missing the feeling of his tip brushing against your most sensitive spot as you nearly automatically clenched around him.

“Fuck, luv, don’t do that,” his hand quickly grabbed your jaw. “Or I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Just give me a moment.”

His hand snaked between your bodies, drawing tight circles on your clit as he gave himself a break. He listened to your near breathless moans as he felt your nails scratch along his back, all the combined sensations of his little cousin reacting to his filthy needs making it near impossible for him to hold back long enough for you to properly milk him.

“You gonna cum for me, luv?” He asked as he continued his thrusts, this time a more relentless pace while his fingers still toyed with your clit. He knew it wouldn’t take much more for you to come undone around him, the clenching of your walls a dead giveaway.

“Fuck, Bjorn,” you cried out, feeling the tension inside you grow bigger and stronger. 

“Need you to be a good girl for me and let go, luv,” he breathed, knowing his own high was dangerously close. 

A few more snaps of his hips against yours and you felt the high wash over you. An orgasm so intense it could have never compared to what you managed to do to yourself. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, your walls squeezing him and sending him right over the edge, too.

Both of your moans echoed off the walls of his tiny bedroom as you got lost in each other. Bjorn finally came to a halt inside of you, refusing to pull out and lose the feeling of his cousin wrapped tightly around him. 

With Tyler practically always around, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to fuck you again.

But he was determined. He always has been.

[asvtrials]

Pls make a tyler smut where after they escape the alien they hide in the room where the guns were and due to crazy emotions they have soft romantic sex

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thank you for this wonderful idea<3 summary: An injury leads to you and Tyler realizing how short life really is. warnings/tags: swearing, smut, reader is injured, unprotected sex (don't be fucking silly wrap your willy) a/n: Fun fact, as i'm editing this i'm thinking abt exes with benefits / second chance with Tyler realizing they are still into each other. Anyways FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT so be nice, and I would love any advice (no seriously don't would don't be shy), istg writing dirty talk is so funny I can't thank you to my pookie @spikedfearn for reading it first and giving me confidence <333 English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. wc: 2887

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?" Rain's worried voice somehow managed to reach your ears despite the intense ringing. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them but the blurriness took some time to disappear.

You found yourself clutching at the person next to you, who turned out to be the forearm of your boyfriend—Tyler. 

Tyler's hands hugged your sides, his soft movements brought you comfort despite his trembling hands.

He kept mumbling a string of “It’s alright” and “We're okay now”

You knew you had escaped, that the door was locked, and all of those creatures had no way in, but your heart still raced like crazy in your chest.

You could still hear Tyler's shouts when one of those monsters lunged at you, it's little legs clutching the sides of your face. If it wasn't for Rain, who grabbed the tail of the creature and threw it away with a scream.

As the adrenaline slowly wore off, you felt a stinging pain spread around your left thigh, a groan leaving your lips at the sudden feeling. You grasped your leg, frantically lifting your jeans.

“F—Fuck.” You mumbled breathlessly when you saw the blood gushing out of the cut, just above your knee. You must've cut yourself while running for your life like a madwoman.

“Andy! Andy, what can we do?” Rain's voice caught the synthetic’s attention.

“We must apply pressure and find something to clean and disinfect the wound.” He spoke, his calm voice coming to contrast with the situation.

Tyler's fingers slid down to your back, gently rubbing it as Rain stood up to look for things that might be useful.

When you followed Rain with your eyes you noticed the blinding white walls of the room and the multiple desks that were organized in squares.

“Hey, hey.” Tyler's soft tone brought you back to reality and you turned your attention to his worried face. The boy wiped your forehead and pushed back the loose strands of hair that clung to it, fingers trembling slightly “You're goin’ to be okay, yeh?” 

He waited for you to nod to continue. “We have Andy here, he knows what to do.” The softness in his voice significantly changed when his attention moved to the android. “She's going to be alright, yeh?” 

Andy took a moment to answer. “Yes. If we clean the wound thoroughly then Y/n will be able to recover relatively soon.”

A small “see” accompanied Tyler's smile when he turned back to you.

Rain finally sat next to you, dropping the first aid kit on the floor with a loud sound. She pushed her hair behind her ears and opened the little red box, quickly taking out bandages and cotton balls. She wet a cotton ball with alcohol and passed it to Tyler before unrolling the bandages.

You were too busy trying to ignore the pain to realize what was happening until Tyler held your shoulder tighter, putting all of your weight on his side.

“Goin’ to hurt a bit, love.” He mumbled against your forehead.

A loud cry escaped past your lips when the soft material made contact with the cut. You felt Tyler's hand hold you closer and Rain's hands push you back by the shoulders when you tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, ‘t’s okay” Tyler murmured against your earlobe.

The boy quickly removed the material, his breath rigid as he held your shaking figure in his arms.

Rain took advantage of your seemingly disoriented state and quickly wrapped a bandage around your thigh.

Your quiet sobs echoed in the spacious room as Tyler held you close to his chest while spewing out soft, encouraging words.

“She should rest and the bandages should be frequently changed but—” Andy spoke after all of you had fallen quiet, pausing momentarily to gather the right words. “We cannot wait.”

You snapped your eyes to the android, breath hitching at the implication.

“What?—No—No,  Andy we're not leavin’ Y/n behind,” Tyler warned, holding you tighter.

“Tyler’s right, we aren’t leaving her” Rain agreed, walking closer to her brother and holding his forearms. Maybe she hoped that she could somehow channel the old, sweet Andy.

“Those creatures aren't going to wait—” Andy began but Tyler didn't let him finish.

He hooked his hands under your knees and back and lifted you with him as he stood up. The boy paced forward, getting intimidatingly close to the android “I don't give a flying fuck! I won't leave her behind.” He spat out.

“Tyler, I'm okay, I can conti—” You attempted to defuse the situation but he dismissed your words with a shake of his head.

Rain tried to hold onto his bicep but he ignored her and walked towards the closest door to you. It was, as expected, closed. Tyler groaned and kicked the metal door, shaking you a bit in the process and making you hiss in pain.

After Rain's silent pleas, Andy ended up giving in and opening the door. Tyler stepped in as soon as there was an opening, not even waiting for the door to fully slide open.

The room was way bigger than it looked, like another fucked up lab, similar to the rest of this section. There were multiple doors leading to other smaller rooms.

The boy checked the rooms, holding you close to him until he found one with what looked like a hospital room. This must’ve been the recovery room from whatever experiments they were doing.

Carefully, he lowered you into the hard mattress with a “There we go.” You took a sharp breath when you tried to straighten your back.

“Hey, lie down.” He told you and gently pushed you down against the mattress.

“I don't want to lie down.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I want to get out of this place.”

“We will. Once you're better.” He reassured. His calloused hand reached your warm cheek.

The more time you rested the more the pain was slowly dying down and you could finally notice your boyfriend's worried features more clearly.

His big eyes stared right back at yours, all wet and worried. He rubbed your calf, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

The sight of him was enough to make you tear up. You really could've died and never see him again.

A quiet sob left your chest as you pulled him closer, ignoring the sudden pain in your thigh. You hugged his shoulders, holding him close to your chest. His arms immediately hugged your waist, holding you tightly as if you were going to turn into dust and disappear if he let go. 

You refused to pull away for a long while especially when he slid his cold hands under your shirt, his fingertips squeezing your warm and sweat-covered flesh.

“If it wasn't for Rain—” He began and sighed deeply, unable to even imagine what would happen if your friend wasn't quick enough. “I should've been next to you! I—”

Hearing him talk like that about himself was excruciating and you had to bite your lip to stop your tears from spilling.

You could've told him dozens of different things to disagree with, just like you always did when he was doubting himself. But this time you didn't have the strength to argue.

So instead, you cupped his face and pulled him away from your chest. He looked at you confused before you pulled him closer, connecting your lips.

He hugged you tighter and sighed into the kiss when you buried your fingers in his hair.

Quickly the desperation and need overtook both of your senses and what started off as a gentle kiss deteriorated into something else. Something messy and urgent.

Tyler's hands roamed all over the delicate skin of your back. A surprised moan escaped you when he leaned closer, pushing you even further into the mattress, not giving you any time to breathe.

But you didn't want to breathe. You wanted his lips, his hands.

You need him to extinguish the fire that felt like it burning you alive.

Your hand moved from his messy hair down to his neck and body, lightly scraping your nails against him until your palm rested on his crotch.

The space between your brows creased a bit when Tyler hesitantly pulled away.

“What happe—” Your question was cut off by the boy's breathless reply.

“Love, we can't. I want to, I really do—you know that—but you're hurt”

Your other hand rubbed his cheek as you spoke “We're stuck here and we don’t if we'll even get out alive.” You began and you could already see the conversation was making him uneasy. “If something happens.” He was about to object but you didn't give him the opportunity. “I want to spend these last moments with you, Ty.”

Tyler's gaze was melancholic before he connected your lips in a soft kiss once again. “Don’ say that, Y/n” His tone made it sound like he barely believed his own words.

“Or maybe I just want to get in your pants, who knows?” You joked and the boy had a hard time keeping his disapproving front, a small smile threatening to appear on his lips.

You pulled him back to your lips and this time you didn't sense the same hesitation from the boy, just caution.

His lips moved slowly against yours to savor the moment, like he was trying to remember your taste.

He rose from his seat next to you but you didn't have to chase after him since he crouched, refusing to separate from your lips.

The boy leaned forward, bringing his hands to either side of your head. His hands slid down to your sides, grabbing your waist.

You let out a small gasp when his hand instinctively wandered lower to your thighs.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tyler apologized and pulled away.

“It's fine.” You quickly reassured him when you saw how quick worry appeared in his eyes.

You didn't give him time to worry more over that little mishap, quickly pulling him back to your craving lips and that seemed to work because the boy immediately reciprocated.

His hands carefully lifted your shirt and slid lower, fingertips gliding along the flesh of your stomach.

The carefulness and attentiveness of his movements made your cheeks burn even more. Tyler was always like this and it never failed to make your heart flutter. No matter how mad or pent up he was there was always an underlined gentleness to his movements even if he was going faster or rougher than usual. It was things like this that made you feel lucky to have him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip when he left a path of quick kisses from your ribcage to your lower abdomen.

He pulled himself up, bringing his face close to yours once again. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your pants before his eyes met yours momentarily—as a silent question for permission.

You quickly nodded, giving him a string of encouraging pecks on the lips in anticipation.

Your breath got caught in your throat when his hand slid under your underwear.

You aren't sure if it was the adrenaline or the intense need you felt—maybe it was both— but you didn't care one bit about your injured leg. The pain and fear were long forgotten, replaced with lust and desire.

Your bruised lips parted in a soft gasp when you felt his rough finger gently enter your tight folds. The soft motions of his finger send a wave of relief and pleasure through your body. His other hand came to rest on the side of your head, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

He pushed another finger in, his thumb gently circling your swollen clit. His eyes never left yours even when yours closed shut as you threw your head back with a moan.

“Fuck I love you so much,” Tyler murmured, lips trailing down to your neck. 

The small room was filled with the wet sounds that followed every time he thrust his fingers in and out of your inviting core combined with the sounds of lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed neck and collarbone and the soft moan you let out every time he curled his finger inside you. Tyler pulled down the collar of your shirt, continuing to plant kisses lower.

When you felt his mouth harshly suck on your sensitive skin you knew you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah, Ty…” You gasped, finally opening your eyes.

The boy reluctantly pulled away from you, his eyes meeting yours as his chest rose and fell, mirroring your own breathless state.

The sheer amount of need in his eyes forced a whimper out of you. You ran your hand over his messy hair as you pleaded “I want you.”

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you and you swore you felt him twitch against his pants when you said that. “I’ll give you anythin’ you want, my love.” He grunted, quickly pulling you closer to him for a hungry kiss.

You whined against his tongue when his fingers abandoned your gushing insides and instead reached for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and lowering his pants just below his hips.

“Ty, please…” You didn’t need to beg, you knew Tyler would give you anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask yet the small whimpers and pleas always left your lips at times like this. The way you batted your eyelashes, his name rolling out of your tongue like a prayer always made Tyler lightheaded.

Damn, he would really give you anything you’d ask for.

He grabbed your leg, effortlessly arranging you to lie on your side in hopes that this position wouldn’t hurt your leg too much. You winced when the flesh of your right leg came in contact with the cut on your left hip but you pushed it away.

“Ah fuck, Tyler…” You moaned breathlessly, your back arching when he hastily pushed himself deep inside you, seemingly as desperate as you to be squeezed by your walls.

“Shh…” He cooed, resting his forehead against the side of your head.

“Ah—Ty!” 

You really tried to be quiet, really. But how could you do was moan as his cock hit your velvety insides so blissfully?

Tyler’s whispers didn’t help you be any quieter, his lips brushing against your ear as he told you how good you were doing, how good you felt, and how he could stay like this forever.

His own quiet moans and groans mixed with yours, filling the room as he moved his hips quickly. You scrambled to find his hand that was resting on your hair and you held it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

The pleasure was now becoming unbearable the harsher his movements got earning surprised “ah ah ah”s from you after every deep thrust. Suddenly, you were very grateful that you locked yourself in the lab's farthest room.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered making your toes curl in your shoes. 

You felt him repeatedly hit that familiar spongy over and over again combined with his thumb cycling your clit so good send you over the edge with a silent moan, jaw hanging open as you felt your release wash over you.

You knew Tyler wasn’t too far either by the way his short nails dug deep into the flesh of your waist, holding you down as he fucked you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own. 

Tyler gently wiped the drool off the side of your lips, hips stuttering against you, losing that steady rhythm he set and becoming increasingly clumsy before he attempted to pull away.

“No, Ty” You squeezed his hand in yours. You attempted to keep your voice from breaking and continued, the overstimulation was making you dizzy “I want you to finish inside me.”

His eyes widened at that. Never before have you asked him of such a thing. Both of you knew you preferred for him to wear a condom rather than get stuck in an uncompromising situation yet you could feel him twitch inside you.

The thought of your possible doom in this awful place by whatever those creatures were, made you want—No, Need to feel him as close as humanly possible.

“Are you sure, my love?” His tone was gentle when he asked you, completely opposing his gravelly voice and the way he squeezed your waist.

“Please, babe.” You begged.

You cried out when you felt him move again. Tyler leaned closer, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. You rolled your tongue around his, moans escaping your lips every time his cock drilled into your sweet spot.

“Fuck—Fuck you feel so good…Lettin’ me fill ya full—” He groaned against your ear and with one last push you felt him spill deep inside of you, painting your velvety walls white.

“Tyler!” You moaned as he pushed deeper once, twice and then he stilled against you.

For a while, all you could hear in the room was panting before you spoke “I love you”

“I love you.” He didn’t miss a beat to reply, leaving a small peck on your forehead. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

[golden-pickaxe]

City Lights (Part 2)

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 3995

Warnings: none as of yet, smut in the future

[All Parts Here]

A/N: Part 2 here already, part 3 is like 1/4 done. And yes, it is a lot longer, but it is hard to find good spots for breaks in this story, hence why the first part is so short.

Summary: You are a grad student at university, and recently lost your job as a professor’s assistant due to funding cuts. Out of a whim you apply for a job at the Lothbrok Corporation as a personal assistant, not yet knowing who exactly you will be working for.

Your classes were Monday and Wednesday afternoon, and the whole of Thursday, leaving you with two free mornings and two whole days to work. Margarethe informed you that while sometimes Ivar might would need something on the weekends too, generally you were not expected to be readily available Saturdays and Sundays.

 It had been quite exhausting to set up the contracts and go through everything, from secrecy agreements to explanations where the canteen was, from getting the keys to discussing in detail what you would get payed.

 The whole process was certainly not made easier by Margarethe, who seemed to somehow dislike you for some reason, and who only answered your question on what it was now exactly that you were expected to be doing for Ivar with a sharp ‘whatever he asks of you’.

 That surly was not very reassuring, and you spent most of the following days half scared half annoyed.

 Nevertheless, the following Monday at 8 am sharp you were knocking at Ivar Lothbrok’s office at the top floor of the building, waiting for him to call you in, which he did a few seconds later.

 The office itself was truly gigantic. The glass front overlooked the whole city, a couch was on the left, and a big desk on the right, while the walls were either covered with pictures or tall bookshelves. Other than that, there was a lot of open space, modern and tasteful décor.

 Right upon entering you were a bit confused, as you spotted Ivar’s wheelchair right next to the door, while he was sitting on the sofa in quite a bit of distance, a file opened up on the table in front of him, apparently reading through some papers. He smiled as he looked up from his file, watching you like a hawk as you came in.

 “Good morning, Y/N. Sit down.” He patted the sofa next to him, before finally putting down the papers onto the coffee table in front of him.

 Closing the door behind you, you walked over to him, sitting down on the almost intimidatingly large sofa, a bit unsure of how to act or what to say. You had read up a bit on this man in the past days. Next to him being a quite successful businessman, there was quite a lot of rumour about him, his connection to the Finehair corporation, and his rivalry with the Inkstad company, which had split from the Lothbroks over twenty years ago, and also possible connections to the mafia and other crime rings. Some sources spoke of covered up incidents in his youth involving physical violence, which was something you could not quite imagine.

 “Hello, Mr. Lothbrok.” You said, pushing your thoughts aside, trying to smile as well. Despite him addressing you with your fist name, you did not find it appropriate to do the same to him.

 “Please, call me Ivar. Much easier that way. There are so many Mr. Lothbroks in this company.” He leaned back, mustering you for a second. You shifted a bit under his gaze, his piercing blue eyes feeling as if they managed to look right into your soul.

 “Fist of all, I have to say that I actually do not need, or want a personal assistant. My mother insisted on it, however, so we will make do.” He rolled his eyes. “On the other hand I though, maybe you could actually turn out to be quite useful.”

 You did not answer, as technically he did not ask you a question, and just watched him watching you. You really had no idea what he expected from you, and the nervousness in you grew with every passing second. Would it be similar to all the organisatory stuff you did at your last job? Or were you expected to do something else?

 “Don’t be scared, I won’t ask anything inhumane of you. Most of your duties will involve keeping my schedule, keeping track of my appointments, here and there accompanying me to meetings, even if they are abroad, as well as organising these business trips, grabbing me lunch or coffee if I am too busy to do it myself, and pulling me out of horribly boring conversations with, as you put it, stubborn and eccentric people if I ask you to.”

 Most of what he said was rather expected, but his last statement surprised you a bit.

“Come again?” you blurted out before thinking, instantly regretting your choice of words. But to your surprised Ivar just smirked.

 “I am, as you surly know, very important, and many people are simply not worth my time. If I give you a certain signal, a code, you will come to me and tell me about a very urgent thing I have to take care off immediately, simple as that.”

 You blinked at that, but finally nodded.

 “Well, then, Y/N, I think we will have a pretty good time.” Ivar grinned devilishly, causing you to shiver. His face had a way to go from innocent angle to demon in the span of a second, and you had no idea what to make out of that. Before you were able to respond, however, he had sat up again, pulling a large bag from under the coffee table, which you had not seen before.

 “In this bag is everything you are going to need. A company laptop, a work phone, diaries with my set appointments, and infomations about my contacts and acquaintances, and how things have been handled so far. I want you to know the name of everyone of my business partners, as well as the information I have collected for you in their respective files. The who-is-who is very important in my line of work, and if you are to join me in meetings it is vital you remember this information correctly. I will be patient in the first week, but if you mess up too much afterwards, I will fire you.” He added, the smile now gone, his eyes boring into you.

 “Of course Mr. Loth-.. Ivar.” You swallowed.

 “Good! Go home then, take the time to look through all of this, and I will see you tomorrow, 8 am.” The smile was there again, but it did not reach his eyes.

  Almost three months had passed at your new job as Ivar Lothbrok’s personal assistant, and you had to admit that the job itself was.. kind of nice.

Most of your time you spent either on the phone for him, or creating long lists or catalogues, while he was either working or in a meeting. The repetitive parts of his job, even though those were not many, he usually simply handed over to you, and after explaining the process to you once, you quickly got the hang of it, able to do it yourself.

You had also joined him for a few meetings, taking notes while he and his brothers, which you had also gotten to know by now, discussed business deals of a few million euros. It was a bit intimidating to say the least, but also rather exciting. As someone who had lived the better part of her adult life of off very little money, it was a bit alienating to hear them talking about such huge amounts of money as if they were merely peanuts in their eyes.

 When you were not on the phone making appointments with the personal assistants of equally important men, or on the computer doing some other kind of work, you got Ivar lunch or a coffee before you got into the office in your morning shifts, and sometimes had to bring or get some of his hand made designer suits from a local dry cleaning agency.

 It was certainly a lot more work than being a professor’s assistant, but not too different all in all, and you quickly had gotten the hang of it.

 Ivar himself was.. one kind of a man. He was a bit cold and very unpredictable, could snap at people if they annoyed him out of the blue, and sometimes was so focused on his work that he became almost non-verbal, only huffing at your questions. By now, you knew how to deal with that, which was by leaving him alone for an hour or two, writing up everything you’d might need of him, and then taking up as little of his time as possible.

His mood could change in a second, only a small comment or incident able to turn a smile into an angry glare, and especially during meetings with his brothers he could become so angry, that you were sure his wheelchair was the only thing holding him back from tearing out one of his sibling’s throats.

 On the other hand he was also funny, intelligent and witty, always having a quick remark ready or a new strategy to try out. He seemed to calculate every single one of his movements, every even unimportant detail part of a bigger plan. In general he seemed to be a lot more ambitious than his brothers, even if not as expansion happy as his oldest brother Bjorn, who was mostly working on their newly opened up branch in Canada.

 All of your friends had been quite surprised, but also very impressed when you told them about how you got the position in the first place, gossiping about how much of the rumours about the Lothbroks were actually too, but after listening to your stories, or the parts you could tell without breaking the secrecy agreement you had signed, they all seemed to agree that Ivar was just as impulsive as the news made him look to be.

 “Be careful, yes? I know this is a massive opportunity for you, and a great experience, but still, the Lothbroks are a big fish.” One of your friends told you, taking you aside when you were over at dinner at their place. They were a journalist, whom you met in your first year at university. “Word is that the fall of the Egbert Coorp over in England was not due to bad investment choices.”

 You knew what your friend implied, and nodded, promising to be careful. You knew why they were worried, as they knew a lot about the shady things going on in the business world, but you also knew they were worried, as even they could not find a reason why exactly you were hired for this position.

 Personally, you had no idea why Ivar had just chosen you as his assistant on, what seemed like a whim, but also did not really dare to simply ask the man. Maybe it was because you made him laugh, maybe he just wanted to annoy his mother by choosing someone so obviously unqualified, or maybe it was simply because he wanted the boring interviews to be over with already, expecting to fire you a few days later anyways.

 But the man had not fired you yet, on the other hand, even seemed to be happy with the work you did, happy how quickly you were to respond to his texts or calls, and how efficient you were working. It was not a lie when you told Aslaug how good you were at organisations due to the horrors of university bureaucracy.

You even, as weird as that might sounded, found yourself enjoying the work, enjoyed the thrill of being part of such a massive corporation, right at the head of the hydra, even if your boss was often very grumpy, loading you with different errands on some days, while just ignoring you or simply sending you home on others.

 He was very hard to read and even harder to predict, but all in all you found yourself liking him. He could be nice and funny, could be kind and forgiving, if he had a good day. You enjoyed working for him. Him being one of the most attractive people you had ever seen had obviously nothing to do with that.

 It was Saturday now, after a week of work and uni, and you were at home, enjoying the free day on your couch, after having taken a long bath, wearing your favourite and most comfortable pyjamas and reading.

Uni was rather stress-free at the moment, you had no important assignments due, and the exams were still a bit off, and so you had decided to reward yourself with a treat-yourself-day, already planning to go to the shops later, to pick up what you needed to cook your favourite meal for yourself in the evening.

 Suddenly though, your work phone rang, displaying Ivar’s name on the screen. A bit worried, you put your book aside, picking up the phone.

 “Yes, Ivar?” you answered carefully. Usually he texted you on weekends, and in general only called if it was really, really urgent, and he did not have the time to text.

 “Hey, ah.. hi.” He started, sounding a bit distracted, and you raised one of your eyebrows, confused by his tone of voice. He usually sounded firm and sure, not like.. this.

 “You alright?” you asked, sitting up slightly. You hoped nothing was wrong. What if those rumours were really true, and he had been kidnapped by the Inkstad coorp? Your mind was racing, even though you were sure that him being kidnapped was quite improbable.

 “Yes, ah. Listen. I’m in the old town right now, Hvitserk cancel on me, and I was wondering if you.. would like to have a coffee?”

 You had to blink a few times at that. First of all, as mentioned before, his tone of voice. Far too soft, he sounded shy and nervous and somehow vulnerable, something you were definitely not used from this man.

Second of all.. coffee? With you? Usually you where the one to get him one in a fancy, expensive, hipster coffee shop near the office, leaving him to drink it alone while he got on top of his most important emails. You had never.. joined him for one, let alone out of work, at the weekend.

You swallowed.

 “Y/N?” you heard his voice again, which made you snap out of your thoughts. Yes, this was him again, the Ivar you knew. Slightly annoyed and a bit snappy.

 “Ah, of course, ah, I’ll be there in say, an hour if that is okay with you?” you quickly got up while you spoke, already hurrying towards your bedroom to get dressed.

 “Yes, alright. Be quick.” With that, he simply hung up on you.

 You raised the other eyebrow now, and sighed.

Shaking your head, you quickly got ready, not to make your boss wait, picking up your bag and grabbing your work phone and keys, looking at said phone while you left your flat, noticing that Ivar had texted you his location at a, again very fancy, expensive hipster café in the old town. Apparently he had been too annoyed, forgetting to tell you where he was over the phone.

 Gladly you did not have a long way from where you lived to the old town, and only had to take a bus to get there. On your way you could not help but wonder why he wanted to meet you. His brother cancelling on him could not be the reason, he had enough friends, and certainly enough brothers, to make up for that, and could’ve just called someone else to spend his Saturday with. Maybe it was a work thing, and he needed to discuss something in person that was too delicate to talk over the phone. But why would he meet you in a public café then? Maybe he just needed someone to brainstorm to, it would not be the first time that happened.

 You finally arrived at the café Ivar had texted you, already spotting him at one of the tables outside. It was a nice day in spring, the temperature already quite warm, especially for Denmark. Ivar was sitting in his wheelchair at a table in the shade, a glass of water in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers, as he read something on his phone with furrowed brows.

 Before you approached him, you had to stop and muster him for a moment. Until now you had only seen him quite formal, in his expensive, well tailored suits and strict man bun, but now he was siting there in simple black jeans and sneakers, and a plain grey shirt, while his long hair was opened and casually brushed to the side, so one side of his undercut was exposed. You were a bit surprised how long his hair actually was.

 You straightened yourself up, glad that you had also chosen something more informal to wear compared to your work clothes, and approached the table the youngest Lothbrok was sitting at. He looked up from his phone as you pulled out the chair opposite of him, a smile on his face.

 “That was certainly far less than an hour, dove.” He said as you sat down, mustering you the same way you had just mustered him. Ah, yes, the nickname he had started you occasionally call you. You had no idea if it was appropriate or not, but you certainly did not dare to tell him to stop.

 Quickly Ivar put out the cigarette in his hands in the ashtray in front of him, in which a few buds were already resting, before simply putting it onto the empty table next to yours.

Even though he hid it quite well from his family, you obviously knew about this habit of his, which he tried to keep a secret mostly from his mother.

 “Yes, I thought I needed longer to get ready.” You admitted, shrugging slightly. Ivar laughed, You had noticed how much he enjoyed it when you spoke honestly and directly, not trying to find excuses to make yourself look better.

 “Well, you look good nevertheless.” He smiled, crossing his fingers in front of his face, his elbows resting on the table.

 You could not hold back and stare at him in a bit of a shock. This was a first, him complimenting you.

You swallowed.

“Thank you.” You finally answered, very happy that in that moment the two of you were approached by the waitress of the café, to take your orders.

 Ivar, as you were used from him, ordered a black coffee, filtered in a special method and made with a certain kind of peculiar roasted coffee beans, while you ordered your usual way of drinking it, before the waitress left you two again, making the man turn his attention to you once more.

 “So, what do I owe this to?” you asked, mustering his blue eyes. “Is there something we need to discuss? The upcoming trip to Norway? Something relating to the Finehair brothers?”

 Ivar chuckled at your words, running a hand through his long hair, leaning back in his chair.

 “Can’t I just invite my personal assistant out to have a simple cup of coffee with me?” he asked, shaking his head. Then he looked at you again. “No, nothing to do with Harald and Halfdan. I just realised how little I actually know about you, and thought we should change that. Hvitserk cancelling on me gave me a good time window, so here we are.”

 You squinted his eyes at him slightly, unsure if he was honest with you. Again, he was really hard to read, especially when he wore this angle like smile on his lips.

Finally you gave up, nodding with a shrug.

 “Fair enough. So, what do you want to know” you just asked, tilting your head slightly.

 That surprisingly seemed to throw Ivar off a bit. He had probably expected you to squirm in your seat, to stutter and be nervous, not wanting to give up any personal information to the powerful man in front of you, but your nonchalance and openness seemed to be not what he was prepared for. He seemed a bit nervous now.

 “Ah. Well.. what about your family? You know mine, obviously.” He quickly regained his composure, watching you intently.

 And so, you told him about your family, answered his questions about how you ended up where you were, what exactly it was that you were studying at university, how your last job ended and what you liked to do in your spare time.

Ivar, for some reason, seemed to honestly be interested in your life, asking more and more questions, even after both of you had finished your coffee.

 “What do you want to know next?” you asked, after you had told him about your last vacation. “My childhood pets? My primary school grades? Who my kindergarten crush was?” you joked.

 Looking away from Ivar for a moment you noticed that the sun was already starting to set in the west, cursing yourself a bit, as you knew that you had missed the chance to go and buy the groceries you needed for cooking, before the shops would be closed.

 You looked back at Ivar, who did not answer, seeing him clench his jaw slightly, now regretting your choice of words. In the past hours of talking and laughing with him, you had almost forgotten that this man was still your grumpy boss.

 “No need to make fun of me.” He stated, his tone more than a but threatening. You knew this tone very well. It was not a tone of voice you liked to have directed at you.

 “I wasn’t making fun of you, it just started to feel a bit like an interrogation.” You said, keeping your voice calm, tilting your head at him. It was true, though, while you told him all about your life, he gave away little of himself.

 Ivar sighed, leaning back, apparently relaxing at your words. Then suddenly, he laughed.

 “Yes, I think that could be what it could’ve come across like.” He admitted. “But speaking of childhood crushes, do you have a boyfriend?”

 You had to blink a few times at this very direct question. His blue eyes were boring into you, and you had to look down at your empty coffee cup, clearing your throat.

 “Ah, no.. I don’t “ you answered.

 “Why not?”

 That made you look up again, Ivar’s eyes still locked on you. Frankly you had no idea how to answer that. You also did not know what he expected you to say. That you had not found someone? That you were not interested? That you had sworn to the gods that you would only be with the man who knew no fear, only to be tricked into marrying someone who was not the one you had promised yourself to?

 You shook your head to snap out of your thoughts.

“I.. I don’t know?” you finally answered, causing the other one to laugh.

 “That was a mean question, I know.” He smirked. Then he seemed to notice the passing time too, as he quickly looked at the sky and then checked the time on his phone. “Say, dove, would you like to have dinner? Nothing fancy, obviously.” He gestured at his clothes, with a shrug.

 “Ahm..” you began, now that you thought about it, noticing that you were positively starving. “Yes. I actually wanted to cook today, but I did not have the time to go shopping.” You told him.

 “Because of me forcing you to grab a coffee with me, how mean of me again. But if you fancy something home cooked, I am a great cook.” He smiled.

 Now it was you who had to laugh.

“Well, if the great Ivar Lothbrok offers to cook for me, who am I to say no?” you grinned.

 “Good!”

With that he called the waitress over, paying the whole bill, despite you insisting to pay for yourself, before he pushed himself off of the table, pulling out his phone to call a taxi.

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Shadows and Ghosts - Chapter 1 (Ivar and Sera)

Rating: M - Mature (angst, swearing, violence, murder, smut)

Genre: Drama, angst

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‘Sera Shadow is over, but here is the continuing story of Ivar and Sera......

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Sera exhaled hard and lifted her head reluctantly to glance around her. The boat was mostly silent, only faint mutterings between oarsman could be heard, the lapping of the sea and the occasional bird cry. They were almost back in Kattegat and Sera found herself questioning her decision again. Had she been right to leave Ivar like she had? Had she just made a bad situation worse, or would this loss temper the rouge prince somewhat, slow his rash hand long enough for cooler heads to prevail? Somehow, Sera didn't think so, she'd just set off a powder keg and the fallout would be devastating.

Feeling eyes on her Sera turned her head sideways, found Ubbe gazing quietly at her. In the time they'd sailed from York the horrible wound on the side of his head had healed considerably, and his blue eyes blazed again, so similar to Ivar's, yet so different.

"What have I done, Ubbe?" Sera murmured.

Ubbe paused before answering. "You escaped a bad situation before your child could be any more entangled in it."

"Did I? Ivar will just hunt me now, after he takes Kattegat."

Ubbe moved closer, rested a gentle hand on Sera's knee. "He will not take Kattegat, he does not have the men to."

"He will get more."

"Then we will be waiting for him and if he insists, then we will form the wall he breaks himself upon."

Tears sprang to Sera's eyes, damn her pregnancy, she cried all the time now. "I don't want him to 'break himself', I just want all this to end."

"You've known my brother long enough, and, I dare say, shared enough with him to realize that he will never just let this end. He wants Kattegat and he wants you. When we arrive I want you to come with me. I know where Sigurd hid his hoard, we will dig it up and you will ride away."

"Leave Kattegat?"

"With enough riches to support yourself and my nephew, yes. I don't want you anywhere near Kattegat when Ivar arrives."

"I won't abandon-"

"You will go and make a life for your child that you could not do here." Iron laced Ubbe's voice and Sera fell silent, chewing her lip.

Gentle fingers touched her chin and Sera let Ubbe lift her face to meet his eyes. "It is the best option for you and your son."

Sera smiled faintly and cupped her swelling belly. "Everyone is so sure it's a boy."

Ubbe snorted. "It had better be a boy, if you deliver a girl then we'll all be doomed. Another Ivar we can handle, an Ivar in the image of you, an earthbound Valkyrie, and the world will tremble."

Sera rolled her eyes, pushed Ubbe's face away with a grin. "Away with you, my girl would be all sweetness and grace."

"And murderous taste." Ubbe retorted with a guffaw. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************** Everything was ready and packed; Sigurd's hoard, with some added gold from Ubbe was secure in a pouch at Sera's waist. Her horse stood saddled and ready, a sleeping roll and her few possessions packed. Sera fought the impulse to leap to her feet and run, glanced instead around the circle seated in front of her. Ubbe wanted Sera to flee, and, for everyone's safety, not tell a soul where she planned to go, but Lagertha and her shield maidens had refused to let her leave. Now they were seated around this table, discussing Sera's fate and Sera was growing more impatient by the second. Every moment she stayed was a moment that Ivar got closer.

"Sera is not safe here, she needs to leave!" Ubbe tried again.

Astrid shook her head vehemently. "She is our only leverage against Ivar. We can negotiate with her."

"With her life!" Ubbe snarled, clearly reaching the end of his tether.

Astrid met Sera's glare briefly. "If it came down to my Queen and her Kingdom for Sera's life, yes."

"Bjorn would not want his sister bargained with!"

Lagertha turned then to address Ubbe directly. "You are wrong in that, Ubbe. Sera is not your blood sister, she is not Bjorn's sister. Whether you like it or not, she is a powerful pawn in this game with Ivar and we only have one chance to use it. Bjorn would absolutely take advantage of that."

Lagertha's words stung more than Sera would ever admit. She'd truly bonded with Ragnar's sons in the quest for his vengeance, when had it all fallen apart so badly?

"However," Lagertha continued, sweeping her cool gaze across the entire table, her eyes locking for a moment with Sera's, "I will not."

There was a murmur of confusion before Astrid snapped a disbelieving, "what?"

Lagertha again met Sera's stunned gaze. "If Ivar loves you the way Ragnar once loved me, then nothing will stop him in his quest to find you. He will break himself to pieces to bring you back to him. If I keep you here, behind Kattegat's walls then I invite the whole of Ivar's fury upon me, the entirety of his single-minded intent. I am not confident that Kattegat could withstand that. The blood of Odin ran in Ragnar's veins but it boils in Ivar's. He will strike with everything and everybody he has and not stop until the very sky bleeds." Sera chewed her lip, Ubbe looked dejected and Astrid had begun to show concern, having obviously not considered this possibility.

"If I let you leave however, then Ivar's attention will be divided. One part of him will lust for Kattegat, the other will burn for you. One eye will be turned to me, but the other will forever be scanning the horizon for you. Ivar's mind is his most important tool and I need it weakened, distracted." Lagertha's gaze was almost gentle now, and Sera felt a fleeting kinship with the queen. They were forever attached to men that both made them feel alive even while they broke their hearts and Sera now felt Lagertha's unending pain. "Leave while you can, child." Lagertha murmured. "I wish you well in your escape from the blood of Ragnar."

Astrid remained silent, her gaze unreadable as Sera stood and Ubbe leapt quickly to his feet beside her. Compelled by some alien motivation Sera moved towards Lagertha, not missed the tensing of Astrid and the standing shield maidens. But rather than strike, Sera dropped to one knee.

"Make no mistake, I do not agree with your claim to the throne. Your murder of the true queen and Ivar's mother was a cowardly act and you do not deserve the title you stole, nor the kingdom you claim... but you are releasing me from this tangled web you have spun and I thank you." She bowed her head, aware that she had just unforgivably insulted the queen of Kattegat, and could now expect her head parted from her shoulders, but instead felt a hand rest briefly on her hair.

"Rise Sera." Lagertha commanded quietly and Sera stood, a strange calm settling over her. Astrid paced restlessly behind the throne, obviously itching to deliver a swift punishment for Sera's offence, while Ubbe stood tall, tensed, his hand on his sword hilt, ready to defend his sister if it came right down to it.

Sera and Lagertha's eyes met and held. For the briefest of instances Sera saw the youthful woman who had been married to Ragnar, mother to a young Bjorn, content with her life and it's path; then the queen's cold facade fell again, the mask she projected, that few ever had the privilege to see behind. Sera wondered what she could see in her own eyes, another young woman, carrying the child of a man who both broke her and kept her whole, who was so much like his father even as he was so different? Would Sera one day be seated much like Lagertha, waiting for her past to catch up to her?

Something akin to sympathy passed through the queen's eyes and she nodded once. "Go, child. Be well."

Sera nodded and turned, felt Ubbe fall in step beside her.