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oppositeurmama · 3 years ago

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The Bear and the maiden fair (Bjorn X Reader)

A/N - this contains smut with dubious consent! I don’t want anyone to get triggered, so if you are not comfortable with this, pls don’t read! <3

Warnings; violence, dub-con

P.s - I don’t condone any of the following actions, I find it repulsive.

The castle had been stormed hours ago. The villagers had died first, slaughtered in their homes and in their forges, the blacksmiths branded with their own tools, the butchers sliced and diced like prized hogs. And after the village had been burned to the ground, the plunderers came to the castle. They forced down the great oak doors, killed any who stood in their way.

My father had been the first to die. He’d been on his throne when one of the barbarians had launched a spear, and it hit him straight through the gullet, the sharp iron tip pinning him into the wood backrest. My mother had been the second to die, after she screamed for god to help.

But the gods were cruel. They didn’t listen to women anymore, even high-born ones like me, even though i was the lucky one. As my family were gutted, i had hid in the only place i could dare think to hide; my bedroom. It wasn’t a clever or sneaky place to hide, to be true, but the door locked and there was only one key, and i was the sole owner.

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Hours passed. The screams filled my castle, blood splattered the wall and stained the cobbled floors, and those damned screams and pleas of help fell on deaf ears, forgotten by the barbaric cries of the savages who seeked only to slaughter, to take and to take, to never give back.

I was beneath my bed when the door came crashing down. A great axe stuck through the wood and stripped back the bark, hack hack hack! I held my breath, placed my hands over my mouth as my chest heaved, seeking sanctuary in the dark low confines underneath my wooden bed.

The door opened, squealing on iron hinges. Goosebumps prickled my skin. The viking stepped through the doorway, treading heavy over chunks of splintered wood and debris. “Princess.” He called, in a growling rasp. “You ran, little princess, and we didn’t know where.” The viking walked across the vast expanse of my room and he dragged his sword against the floor, the iron sparking against the cobbles. “i found you, princess. And now . . .”

I swallowed a sob and the scraping of his sword stopped. He turned on his heel and before i could barely comprehend, he’d gripped my ankle and pulled me out from under the bed. “You’re mine!”

He pinned me down, and I glanced up at him, too frightened to dare speak, my words catching in my throat, my tongue growing fat from fear. And despite my terror, no tears fell. “Bjorn ironside.” I said, shakily. “You’re Bjorn Ironside.”

A flash of moonlight set his face alight. His smile was cruel and thin. “I am.” He admitted, and my jaw trembled. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breath and not scream for help, or even to sob. “Are you going to kill me?”

Bjorn smiled and gripped my jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He studied me as though i was a fine piece of art-work, his favourite book, a goddess of lore. Finally, he spoke. “No, i won’t kill you. You’re too . . . sweet, for a thing like that, princess.”

I tensed my shoulders, but his eyes were too bright, almost eerie. They cut through me like glass, stripped me bare, left me ashamed and uneasy. His voice was a low, guttural rasp. “Will you fight me, little princess?” He questioned, raising my hands above my head. “Will you beg me to stop?” He took a small dagger from the leather throng at his side, and used it to divulge me of clothing.

I shook my head. “No.” I said, quietly, too meek to even resist. I truly beleived that, even if i tried to protest or even raise my knee to that tender spot between his legs, he’d beat me black and bloody.

At my answer, the Viking smiled. “Good.”

The stone floor was cold against my back. Even if i wanted to fight, i couldn’t. He was too heavy, covering me with his bulk. His hands were rough and careless against my skin, as the icy blade of his dagger slit the soft silk of my bodice and when he lowered his face to kiss me, i tasted blood.

Bjorn’s fingers were mean and cruel against my warm skin, and they travelled to my core, only to find me dry. He grunted against my mouth, irked. When we parted, i turned my face to the side, wrinkled my nose up in disgust.

Bjorn chuckled lowly and spat on his hand, then lowered it between my legs. “Don’t worry, princess.” He assured, slipping a thick finger into my cunt. “You’ll learn to like this soon enough.”

It was uncomfortable and foreign. I squirmed and his hot, hungry mouth lowered to bite and nip and kiss my neck. I tried to lift my torso, but he was impossible to move. “Don’t.” I said, harshly.

He raised his face and smiled. I spat in his face.

His eyes grew cold, like pale blue ice. It frightened me, and my heart beat heavy and hard beneath my chest, thump thump thump, faster than a snared rabbit’s. “Fiesty, huh?” He questioned, and laughed cruelly.

The swollen head of his cock was at my entrance. He was big, and he was brutal. With one hand pinning my arms above my head, the other gripped my hip, leaving bruises in his wake. and with one sharp thrust, i wept.

His jaw clenched and, as though he was punishing me, Bjorn pulled his hips back hard if only to slam back inside me again. The metal of his armour scratched my tender skin, and my cunt burned around his cock, raw and red and aflame.

His movements grew more frenzied, the harsh thrusting depriving me of air in my lungs. His hand firmly squeezed my hip, my back hit the ground hard, and then I collided against his torso the next. It was almost as if we were fighting instead of coupling. When he thrust forward and the tip of his dick hit my cervix painfully, a bolt of hot pain shot through my stomach when he slammed back into me, harder than before. I shut my eyes and yelped.

He grimaced and pushed me back to the floor, with his hand forcing my arms into the stones. His groin bumped against my sensitive mound, assuring that no trace of my precious maidenhead remained. “Hold onto me.” He grunted, lifting up one of my thighs.

I glanced over his muscular shoulder, my eyes trained on the ceiling and the twinkling chandelier, though in the gloom everything was unrecognizable. I did as he bid, wrapped my legs around his hips and looped my arms around his neck, unwilling to fight anymore.

When Bjorn thrust inside me, it didn’t hurt as much. Encouraged, i clutched at him as tightly as i could, the smell of sweat and blood filling my nostrils, the sound of his moans vibrating against the shell of my ear. I arched my back and predicted his cruel thrusting, and slowly, the friction from Bjorn’s cock pounding away at my cunt managed to rouse a queer tickling sensation at the pit of my stomach. My eyelids grew heavy.

Bjorn lowered his other hand to palm my breast, pushing aside the silk fabric of my slashed dress, as he rolled my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that, princess?”

My cunt clenched at his incessant pounding. I dug my nails into the tanned nape of his neck, and whimpered. He pressed his warm lips to mine and kissed me, tasting strongly of iron. His beard scratched my face, and he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth. He brought his hand between our bodies and i flinched, expecting more pain, only to find pleasure; hot, flashing bolts of pleasure.

The friction of his manhood as he tirelessly impaled me, and the queer warmth which was pooling in my stomach tainted my thoughts. I moaned into his mouth and he cursed, “Fuck.”

Beneath him, my whole body shook when he played with my clit. I hit my peak, toes curling, back arching, breasts pushed flat against his muscled chest, quivering and whimpering beneath him, my gasps and pleas smothered by his hot, hungry mouth. And with my climax, came his.

Bjorn shoved himself to the hilt and uttered a long, low growl. He kept me flush against him for more than a moment, and after a few desperate thrusts, he stiffened and collapsed, crushing me beneath his bulk.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. When he pulled out and leaned back on his heels, lifting up my silk skirts to look admiringly at my tender pussy, he grinned. Between my thighs was a sticky mess of cum and blood. He leaned down and licked the entirety of my cunt from hole to mound, and i pushed him away, too tender to be played with. “Please.” I begged, shaking my head. “No more.”

Bjorn crawled atop me and wedged his knee between my thighs to keep me from closing them. “Easy now, princess.” He muttered, capturing my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me rough and i tasted blood, my blood, on his tongue. “You’re mine.” He said, finally. “All mine.”

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pokeasleepingsmaug · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

I’ve finally compiled a masterlist of basically every fic I’ve ever written. Beneath the cut, because it’s sort of long.

VIKINGS

Ivar the Boneless

Ivar x OCs

The Game: A drinking game in gets out of hand. Ivar x Thora, an OC shieldmaiden from another kingdom. Multi-part, complete. Trigger warnings: Blood and bondage. NSFW.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.

Feed You the Sky: Ivar is king, and seeks to conquer the neighboring kingdom. Things go as planned, until the king’s daughter returns from quelling rebellion in her father’s lands. Longfic, complete. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Chapter Ten. Chapter Eleven. Chapter Twelve. Chapter Thirteen. Chapter Fourteen. Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Sixteen. Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Eighteen.

How to Conquer: A Feed You the Sky oneshot that takes place a few years after the end of the longfic.

First Sight: Ivar and Kára reminiscing about their first meeting, many many years after the story ends.

Ivar x Reader

April Fools: The reader gets caught in a prank war between Ivar and Sigurd.

Worship: Ivar and the reader reconnect after a battle, on the field of victory. TW: blood, death, it’s sort of gross. NSFW

An Army of Ivarssons: Ivar and the reader argue about her pregnancy. TW: serious angst, arguing, talk about abortions.

Blurred Lines: A modern AU in which Ivar uses the title song to seduce the reader while she drives him home from college for Easter break. NSFW.

Spring Blessing: In which the reader and Ivar use a fertility charm. NSFW.

Homecoming: A modern military AU in which Ivar comes back home after a month-long field exercise. NSFW.

Bad Soldier: Modern military AU. Starts out filthy, transitions into tragic. NSFW. TW: violence, explosions, grievous bodily harm, loss of limbs, head injury. Not for the faint of heart, really. Longfic, in progress. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five.

Hot EMT: Modern au in which Ivar, an EMT, helps the reader after she sprains her ankle at a party.

Bad Girlfriend: Modern au based on the song of the same name. Ivar and his girlfriend have an interesting relationship. TW: barfights.

The Kelpie’s Bride: AU in which Ivar is a kelpie and drags the reader to his home in the lake. TW: kidnapping under enchantment.

Condition: Ivar offers to set a new slave free if she can fulfill his conditions.

Slow Hands: Ivar and his wife play a game.NSFW. TW: knife play, blood.

Penance: Ivar apologizes to the reader. Bite-sized fic.

Captured: Ivar and the reader, a shield maiden, are captured. TW: mild dub con, sex as punishment, hate sex, love hate relationship

NSFW Asks.

Non-romantic Drabbles

Ruthless: Ivar thinking about his lot in life.

Hangover: The reader wakes up hungover next to Ivar and they try to piece their night together. Short and silly.

Drill: Modern AU LT Lothbrok doing rifle drills. Flash fiction.

Ubbe

Ubbe x OC

To Lie Down With Wolves: collab fic written by @underthenorthstar and I. Ubbe takes a Saxon prisoner on a raid. Imogene soon discovers what happens when a lamb is claimed by a wolf. TW: blood, violence, gore, death. NSFW, eventually probably. Longfic, in progress. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine.

Ubbe x Reader

An Offering: The reader comforts Ubbe, upset that he has to share his wife with Hvitserk.NSFW. Trigger warnings: Orgy. Part One. Part Two.

Silly Promises: The reader cares for Ubbe after he’s wounded in battle.

Stop the Sun: The reader and Ubbe spend one last night together before he leaves for England with his brothers. NSFW.

Caught: Hvitserk catches Ubbe and the reader playfighting. Flash fiction.

Mutterings: The reader overhears Ubbe talking in his sleep. Flash fiction.

Slow Hands: Modern AU in which the reader works at a rescue horse farm and Ubbe is the new farrier. Slow burn. Almost complete. Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Sigra Mig: Ubbe and the reader reunite after a battle. NSFW. TW: roughness, death.

The Arrow: Ubbe and the reader are drinking and making arrows. Bite-sized fic

Prize: The reader flirts with Ubbe’s brothers during an archery competition to make him jealous. Bite-sized fic.

Risk Games: Ubbe and the reader escape from the feast for a few minutes. NSFW.

Trickery: The reader loses a bet to Ubbe, and he comes to collect.

NSFW Alphabet: A-E. F-P.

Q-Z

Non-romantic Drabbles

Wolf: Ubbe thinks about his brothers. Post season 4b, so speculative based on the trailer. Bite-sized fic.

Hvitserk

Hvitserk x Reader

The Raider’s Wife: In which the reader is a princess, and and her father marries her off to Hvitserk to make an alliance with the Vikings. Maybe ongoing, when I have time. NSFW. Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.

Not Alone: Hvitserk comforts his wife after she attempts to take her life due to the loss of their stillborn child. TW: child loss, stillbirth, suicidal thoughts.

Later: Hvitserk is teasing his lover. Bite-sized fic.

Hungry: Hvitserk is hungry, as always. Bite-sized fic.

Some NSFW Alphabet stuff.

An NSFW Ask, answered.

Bjorn Ironside

Bjorn x OC

Ironside and the Spell-weaver: A healer and sorcereress traveling with the Great Army finds herself taking care of the prince. TW: Blood, violence, animal sacrifice, ritualistic drug usage and magic. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four.

Bjorn x Thorunn

Lightning: Bjorn thinks about Thorunn. Bite-sized fic. TW: death of a child, angst.

Bjorn x Reader

Bloody: Bjorn comes to the reader after a battle. NSFW. Bite-sized fic.

Aslaug: Sons series. Short drabbles from Aslaug’s point of view following the birth of each of her sons. Firstborn (Ubbe). Midwinter (Hvitserk). Ourboros (Sigurd). Birth of the Boneless (Ivar).

Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye

Sigurd x Reader

Competition: Fic where the reader is with Sigurd, and Ivar interrupts. NSFW.

Endless Blue Skies: Modern au where Sigurd and the reader go skydiving.

Song: The reader’s reaction to Sigurd’s death. Bite-sized fic.

Ragnar x Reader

Flip: Ragnar is being dramatic. Bite-sized fic.

Harald Finehair x Reader

Claim: Harald takes what’s his. NSFW. Bite-sized fic.

NSFW Alphabet: also includes some Mad Sweeney here, this was an ask I answered.

Halfdan x Reader

Spotless: Halfdan is pleased with how clean his sword is. Bite-sized fic.

Deserve You: Halfdan doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve you. Bite-sized fic.

Thorunn

Shame: Thorunn and her scar. Bite-sized fic.

Voices of the Gods: Floki convinces Thorunn to stay in Kattegat.

Margrethe

Sing to Me: The reader comforts Margrethe. F/F

AMERICAN GODS

Mad Sweeney

NSFW Alphabets/NSFW Prompts/Asks Answered, etc. All NSFW.

NSFW Alphabet

Rough Dominance

Teasing, etc

Promises and Praise

Wild

Little Witch: Part One. Part Two.

THE LAST KINGDOM

Erik x Aethelflaed

Surrender: Erik is so attracted to the Princess of Wessex, he thinks she must be a sorceress.

Sihtric One-shots

Endure: The story of Elflaed, a Saxon slave, and her son, Sihtric. Begins the day Elflaed is captured by the Danes, and ends when Sihtric swears his oath to Uhtred.

Hidden Daggers: The first time Sihtric meets Eahlswith, she looks at him with eyes that understand all his suffering, and she laughs at all the weapons he carries.

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester x Reader

Strong Enough: Dean and the reader reminisce in the Impala after a hunt. NSFW. TW: trauma, injury, implied parental emotional abuse.

#masterlist #my writing #ivar's heathen army #ubbe #ubbabe #ubbe's wolfpack #hvitserk's heathen feast #bjorn's heathen fleet #mad sweeney images

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