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[ubbesbabymama]

Finally.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk Ragnarsson.

↳ Summary. Hvitserk is kind of in love with his brother’s slave.

↳ Word count. 3.3K.

↳ Warnings. Violence (a random man tries to force stuff but failed, it is not detailed), death (none of the main characters), smut.

↳ Note. Let’s flip things around as they’re in the show with Ivar being obsessed with a slave that is close with his brothers. Also, this is my first time writing smut, sorry if it’s bad (i know it is).

He thinks he’s doing amazing at hiding his feelings, for he doesn’t want to give too much information on it so nobody takes it from him, but if there’s one thing everyone in Kattegat knows is how in love Prince Hvitserk is with you, Ivar’s personal slave.

From what he knows, you haven’t even had sex with his little brother and Ivar actually treats you well, which is already confusing for Hvitserk, and everybody. The first thing that caught his attention from you was the way you treat his brother and the way Ivar never seems to get angry at you, it’s almost as if you were Floki, the person that Ivar adores.

“You need a warm bath,” You murmur to Ivar when all the brothers are sitting in the great hall. You were doing your respective chores but always keeping an eye on your prince, and Hvitserk would always silently wish that he was the center of your attention instead.

“I don’t,” Ivar snarls rolling his eyes and all the slaves around gasp when you softly smack his shoulder.

“Yes you do, I haven’t finished cleaning all the tables and you have made more faces than ever,” You tell him, your tone not disrespectful but not trembling like every other slave that talks to Ivar. “It’s getting cold, your legs are hurting. I can see it.”

“It always surprises me how you never seem to get angry at her,” Ubbe says, smiling at you. “Knowing that you’re always angry.”

“Because she never treated me differently ever since she was brought here,” Ivar says, taking his crutches from you. “She takes care of me and my legs without making me feel like a fucking hindrance.”

As soon as you put one of Ivar’s arms around you Hvitserk jumps from his seat.

“I’ll help you,” He says to Ivar and the man in question just chuckle.

For months Hvitserk has settled with being close to you like that. He would offer to help Ivar to do his things knowing that you would be following not so far behind.

“Also, she is my pride,” Ivar tells Ubbe when you are almost at the door and Hvitserk looks at his feet. “Knowing that all my brothers want what's mine.”

Hvitserk doesn’t say anything and just keeps helping his brother.

It’s not Ivar that stops Hvitserk from seducing you, it’s you. You don’t talk to the others like you do with your prince, you don’t serve them unless there are not slaves around and you have to, you don’t even look interested in them and as much as he wants you, Ubbe has taught him that first, you need to want him in order to make you his.

“Give me a moment, my prince, I need to heat the water,” You murmur to Ivar who takes his arm from around you.

When you’re out of their sight Ivar looks at his brother with a teasing smile.

“When are you going to stop following my slave around, mhm?” He asks with a teasing tone and Hvitserk sighs. “Are you not tired of pretending that you want to help me just to be close to her?”

“When did you find out?” Hvitserk whispers and Ivar laughs.

“The day mother made her my personal slave,” He answers and his brother sucks a breath. “Everybody knows, just so you know.”

“W-what?” Hvitserk tries to distract himself by moving the tub for his brother while Ivar is sitting on a chair.

“What? You thought nobody knew? She is my slave, of course, I’m going to be aware of how other men look at her, especially if their eyes are full of lust.” He shrugs.

“Have you…?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with her,” Ivar answers the question that has been eating his brother alive and decides to help him a little more. “I decided I would never force myself on her, for she’s the only one that treats me like a human being, but if you want my advice, you will never have her if you don’t talk to her.”

“I thought she was yours.” Hvitserk says and Ivar nods.

“Oh, she is, but what kind of prince would I be if I don’t let my slave enjoy herself?” He hums and points a finger at his brother. “As long as you don’t stop her from coming to me.”

“I would never,” Hvitserk says with a big smile and a hand on his heart, happy that he has his brother’s kind of approval.

Ivar suddenly looks behind his brother and smiles and that’s all he needs to know that you’re back, so he turns around and helps you with the water, getting not more than a quick bow from you, he looks at Ivar who just smiles and shrug as if he wants to say ‘I already told you.’

“Why aren’t you married?” Ivar suddenly asks you and Hvitserks mentally thanks his brother for helping him.

“Are you joking?” You ask him while taking his clothes off and he dramatically gasps.

“Why would I be joking, Y/N?” Ivar says with a teasing smirk and you chuckle.

Y/N. Hvitserk adores that name and the way it rolls out of his tongue, he wishes nothing more than to moan it right onto your mouth while you ride him.

“Tell me my prince, who wants to marry a slave? And not any slave, but the slave of the scariest prince, uhm? If I had a chance it vanished the moment you said that my love interest has to ask for your permission” You say but the smile in your face shows that you’re not bitter about it. To you, it’s actually a blessing not having to worry about bad people around you since they’re scared of your prince. It’s not like marriage has been on your mind since you got sold around so much before finding this kind of stability in Kattegat.

Ivar was smiling proudly.

“Of course, I can’t hand you to a nobody, you are in charge of me,” He says and you nod, he hums. “But then, what about an earl? Or another prince? Someone who’s my equal would not be so scared to approach you.”

“Oh, that’s true, now tell me, what earl, prince, or king would even look my way? I’m a slave,” You laugh.

“Me,” Hvitserk says and Ivar’s smirk turns into a full smile. “I certainly have looked your way too many times.”

You stay there, with your hands in the water that were massaging Ivar’s legs freeze on the spot, looking at Hvitserk speechless. You look at Ivar for confirmation and he smiles.

“That’s correct.”

You stay silent again, and after some torturing minutes, you look between the brothers.

“You need me to satisfy—?”

“No,” Ivar interrupts you with a harsh tone, but you don’t seem scared. “You will not be a toy for my brothers.”

“I don’t understand then,” You say and look at Hvitserk, who smiles at you.

“I want you to be my woman, that is,” He says and you gasp, making Ivar chuckle. “I have talked to Ivar so I wouldn’t get killed for even wishing that.”

“And you said yes?!” You ask Ivar, he nods and you scream from happiness and jump on him to hug him, not caring that your dress was getting wet or that you just interrupted the prince’s bath.

In all the months that you were in Kattegat not once had Hvitserk seen you laughing like that, or even being affectionate towards someone, and on top of that he has never seen Ivar so comfortable around a woman that wasn’t their mother, and more so with him currently being naked and his legs being on display.

“But, why?” You ask, and they both look at you, understanding that you were asking both of them.

“If you marry an earl from another land then they would take you away from me, it’s in my best interests that you marry one of my brothers so you remain here, in Kattegat,” Ivar explains and you laugh sitting back and caressing his head. You look at Hvitserk who just gives you a smirk.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He explains and you giggle. “I like you, I want to make you my wife.”

“I don’t know you, my prince.” You say, your smile not flattering and he shrugs.

“Now you will.” He smiles, standing up and leaving you and your prince alone.

“You like him?” Ivar asks you when you two are alone, and you hum.

“He caught my attention a long time ago, I just didn’t entertain the thought,” You murmur and he looks at you with a small smile.

“Entertain it now.”

The next time you see Hvitserk is at the feast that queen Aslaug throws in honor of the great number of merchants and travelers that have come to Kattegat. This time, instead of just letting you ignore him, he stops you when you walk near him.

“Hello, Y/N.” He says. “Are you going to still ignore me?”

You smile at him apologetically and point at the room.

“I’m sorry, my prince, since there are so many people I have to help the others, not just prince Ivar, so I am busier than on others' feasts.” You explain to him and he hums.

“So that’s the reason why Ivar looks angry today after months,” He says and you laugh. “And by the way, you look amazing.”

You smile and give him a little show by turning around and showing him your dress, allowing him to look you up and down slowly, his stare lingering a little bit in your cleavage.

“Ivar gave me this dress as a gift and wished for me to wear it tonight so I did.” You say and he hums, his hand coming to your small back and leaning to talk right in your ear so no one could hear you.

“Don’t let no man but me take it off, yeah?” He whispers and you hum, moving till your lips are on his ear.

“Then make sure to not let me lose, my prince.”

And just like that, you move, going back to work as if you didn’t just give him the biggest boner he’s ever had.

And he did as you say, watching you like a hawk the whole night, not caring when you look in his direction and make movements with your hands to tell him to stop, he would just shrug and grab his cock over his pants for you to see and you would giggle and keep on your tasks.

“You shouldn’t drink more ale, otherwise the medicine I make for your legs is not going to have the effect,” You whisper in Ivar’s ear.

“If you bring me my medicine I’ll drink it now, but you have to promise me not to wake me up tomorrow so early to drink it.” He says with feigned anger, you nod.

“Deal.” You clap and turn around, walking to the kitchen.

You don’t have time to make it into the kitchen when you’re yanked and trapped between a stranger and the wall.

“W-who?!” You try to move.

Unknown to you, another man has been watching you too and was misunderstanding all your flirting with the prince, thinking you were just offering yourself to anybody instead.

“Come on, slave, satisfy me right now,” The man was trying to scrunch up your dress but you constantly elbowing him was making it difficult.

“Let me go! Let me go right now!” You scream, doing everything you can to not let his hand get under your dress.

Tired of your fidgeting the man throws you to the ground and that’s the moment Hvitserk grabs the man by the hair and pulls him back.

“What do you think you’re doing with my woman?” He grunts.

Ivar comes crawling as fast as he can and you crawl to him till you are close enough to let him wrap you in his arms, you’re trembling and Ivar has murder on his mind. Hvitserk looks worse than Ivar.

“W-what? No! It’s a slave, I was messing with a slave—,” The man tries to explain himself but is interrupted.

“MY slave.” “–MY woman,” The brothers say in unison and the color drains from the man’s face.

“No, no, no, my lords, i-i didn’t know, please forgive—,”

Even Ivar is impressed when he sees the tip of Hvitserk sword’s coming out of the man’s stomach, meaning his brother has just stabbed the man with no more questions to ask.

“Next time you better choose right.” Hvitserk grunts, pushing the man and watching the pool of blood coming from under him. He cleans his sword with the dead man’s clothes and only then looks at you.

He curses when he sees you with tears in your eyes and gripping Ivar’s clothes as if you’re afraid that he’s going to disappear. Hvitserk gets close and takes you in his arms, nodding to Ivar to let him know that he has you, and walks out of the great hall.

“I can walk,” You whisper.

“I know.” He murmurs.

You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take you wherever he wants. He takes you to your home which is not so far from the great hall since Ivar wants you as close as he can get you. That’s the reason why you have your own house too, so he could come whenever he wants and not be seen as a monster by the other slaves.

“We are here,” He puts you down but you don’t move around, instead putting your hands on his chest and looking at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Thank you for protecting me, for killing for me,” You whisper, he put his hands on top of yours noticing that your trembling it’s almost gone.

“I would do that and more for you, are you hurt?” You shake your head without looking away and he sighs, leaning a little. “I said, don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You ask and his hands slowly slide from your hands to your shoulders and then all the way down until they stop at the small of your back.

“Because I will have a hard time controlling myself,” He whispers, leaning a little more. “I told you to not let another man but me take that dress off, you thought I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“I was hoping for you to follow—,”

He crashes his lips with yours and you have to hold onto his arms to not fall from the force, but you kiss him back right away. He was devouring your mouth, working all that pent-up lust out of his body.

He bends a little to put his hand on the back of your knees and pull you up, forcing you to surround his waist with your legs, trapping him. He walks to the table there and place you on top, his lips going from your mouth to your neck.

He leans back and gives you a quick kiss before starting with your dress, undoing the front while you look at his face attentively.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper and he giggles but sucks a breath when he softly pulls down your dress, watching your upper half naked and ready for him.

“You’re the gorgeous one, my lady,” He whispers, and finishes taking the whole dress down your legs and then positions himself between them, looking down at your naked body with desire. “All this is mine?”

You shrug and he raises his eyebrows at your bratty attitude, loving it.

He returns to your neck and lick, bite, and mark every corner, letting a trail of kisses until he’s in front of your breast, he takes one in one hand and the other in his mouth, sucking, licking, and biting softly your nipple, making you let out a loud moan, he does the same to the other and you have to nail down his forearms to control your noises.

“Don’t have to hold back,” He mumbles, his voice sounding muffled. “Scream as much as you want.”

You tug at his clothes.

“I don’t want you in these.” You whine, and he stands up and starts taking everything off like it was on fire, just to then take you in his arms again and throw you on your bed.

He freezes when you hold yourself on your elbows and open your legs to him, giving him a clear view of all your glory. He falls on his knees and locks yours with his arms before diving right into your center, giving you a long lick without a warning.

“O-Ohh” You whine, your hand flying to his hair and gripping it.

He devours you like you’re what he needs to be kept alive, he doesn’t budge when you try to move his head when it’s getting too much, instead pinching your nipples as a punishment when you try to take your cunt away from him.

“I-I can’t,” You cry out, your legs shaking. “Hvitserk, p-please.”

He just hums with satisfaction and keeps going and it is when you look down that you find him already looking at you with adoration that you explode, coming right onto his mouth and crying his name so loud that you’re certain you were heard at least three houses away from where you are.

When he stands on his knees you’re trying to catch your breath, with a hand on your chest and another on your mouth.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” He whispers and you do it, he smiles. “You okay?”

“Nobody has ever done it so… vigorously,” You sob.

“You taste amazing,” He whispers as an explanation while getting on top of you and between your leg, he shrugs smugly. “Perhaps you haven’t been with a man that wants you as much as I do.”

You moan at his words and he takes his cock in his hand, coating it in your juices and his saliva, sighing at the feeling. When his tip is at your entrance he stops, just touching your clit with his tip.

“Please, I want you inside,” You beg and he ignores your pleas, you nail down his arm. “Hvitserk, please.”

“I’m going to ask you again, sweet Y/N,” He murmurs, kissing your lips softly. “All this is mine?”

“Y-Yes, it’s all yours, I am y-yours…. Oh, fuck,” You moan loudly when he thrust softly, going so slow that tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Good gods, he feels amazing inside of you. “S-so full.”

“You’re perfect, you feel perfect,” He moans in your ear making you tremble, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. “I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah?” You say in a rushed voice, and he looks at you. “Please do, lose your mind and fuck me good, Hvitserk.”

Oh, what have you done?

He pulls out and flips you around on all four just to thrust again, hard, you scream and in response, he smacks your ass, you bring your hand back to try to slow him down but he just bends it at the elbow and traps it between your small back and his hand, showing you no mercy.

“Still mine?” He asks with a smug smile, oh how he adores the sounds you were making and how out of it you look.

“Yours, yours, just yours” You were chanting, bringing your other hand back to slow him down and getting it trapped too. You cry and sob and he moans.

“Give it to me, come on, give me what I want,” He grunts, he smacks your ass. “Give it to me.”

And in tune with his order, you scream, your vision going blank and your body shaking so much that he has to pin you down. He thrust three more times before shooting his seed inside you with a loud moan.

Instead of just pushing you around, as you are used, he pulls out and leans to let a path of wet kisses from your small back to your shoulder, he gives you one last kiss on the side of your head.

“Finally mine,” He whispers.

You smile and close your eyes.

[soapsilly]

Everyday a little less Part 5 - Vikings Imagine

Pairings: Hvitserk x reader, Ubbe x reader

Summary: (Y/N) is Kattegat’s healer and Hvitserk’s girlfriend but after Hvitserk decides to side with Ivar and fight against Ubbe, she questions herself if she can still stay with him.

Requests are closed

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -  Masterlist

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The priest turned out to be more resilient than (Y/N) would’ve thought. It was by far no painless procedure but little by little he gained strength and soon she could confidently say, “He’ll heal”.

However, Lagertha’s warriors didn’t take kindly to those news. A christian - a priest even - who fought and slaughtered alongside Ivar, did not only get to live but would possibly make a full recovery whilst their brothers died by his hands. Even many days later, the camp was still filled with the screams of the vikings, whose wounds had not healed. The infection had spread to the bone and at that point there wasn’t much more that (Y/N) could do. It was either amputation or death. 

The healer understood the resentment - she really did - but she couldn’t bare to see them kick the priest’s walking aid from under his feet when he was trying to make his way through camp. She automatically closed her eyes to avoid seeing him hit the ground but the ‘thump’ followed by the cheering of the men and women surrounding her was enough for her to paint a mental picture. Of course it pained her to see any person struggling and in pain, she was a healer after all, but she’d be lying of she said that the situation did not remind her of Ivar’s feeble attempts to walk, using the walking aids that he had made specifically for him. Many times she heard people make fun of the youngest of Ragnar Lothbrok’s sons and many times she defended him and eventhough they were on different sides of a war, her heart still ached for him.

The priest, however, did not yield. They kicked him down but he still crawled over to his aid and used it to hoist himself up again. As another one was about to kick it away yet another time, (Y/N) stopped him, “Enough!”

The vikings turned to look at her but before anybody had the chance to protest she continued, “Lagertha, your Queen, made me save this man. She made me save him and she made me do my best and heal him. And eventhough I don’t know the reason for this, I’m sure she has one...”

In other words, the priest was off limits. What no one knew though, was, that not even Lagertha herself knew why she wanted the priest alive but at the moment it didn’t matter because merely the fact that she spared his life then saved him from torment now.

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(Y/N) didn’t sit at the table with the others when they received the news that the Franks have arrived in the north. She stood leaned against one of the pillars of the tent. This way she could listen in on the conversation without running the risk of having to participate in it. But what she gathered from it filled her with anxiety. 

Whilst she had seen many places and people, she had only ever heard of the Franks. 

“Tell me about them”, (Y/N) asked Hvitserk. The both of them were laying together on the beach, watching the sky. The both of them would sometimes lie there the whole day, first watching the clouds and later at night the stars, while they would talk for hours on end. (Y/N) usually rambled on and on about her travels and all the plants and flowers she had seen there, Hvitserk enjoyed listening to her stories about foreign lands and people but didn’t understand a word about the healing properties of certain tinctures and balms. He didn’t mind at all though - in fact he enjoyed each and every word that left her mouth. But it wasn’t only the young woman that talked, every now and again Hvitserk would interrupt her to throw in some funny anecdotes and stupid jokes. (Y/N) would always act annoyed but secretly she liked when he did this. She tried her hardest to not let it show but her giggles would always give her away. She enjoyed when he talked about the fights and pranks that him and his brothers were up to. She really loved every single one of them but Hvitserk was special to her. 

“Well, I was still young. Father took Ubbe and me with him. I remember how excited we were. Growing up we heard all the stories about how Ragnar Lothbrok led the raid against the Saxons and how easy it was. We were expecting the same ease but it wasn’t so”, Hvitserk furrowed his brows.

When they left the table Ubbe walked up to (Y/N).

“What do you think?”, he asked her. She wouldn’t tell her opinion without being asked about it, but he trusted her assesment. Ubbe looked at her, unable to read her expression. He wondered if Hvitserk had been able to.

(Y/N) only shook her head. Ubbe didn’t know if she disagreed with the plan or if she was trying to signal him that her thoughts were as lost as he was. Before he could ask, she interrupted him.

“Tell me about them” 

Ubbe was quiet for a second. He was sure Hvitserk told her all about everything already. But this time the healer wasn’t interested in their culture and people but rather if they stood a chance.

“They outnumber us. Our best chance is Björn convincing Uncle Rollo to talk Ivar out of this war”

(Y/N) nodded but it was more to herself, as if to confirm what she had already thought. 

“It seems we’ll do battle again soon”, (Y/N) concluded. She didn’t believe anybody - not even the Allfather himself - could ever convince Ivar to change his ways.

“Either of us could die. It is almost certain that one of us will”, Ubbe stated, almost no emotion in his voice. (Y/N) knew that he wasn’t only talking about himself, but about Björn, Torvi, Lagertha and Halfdan -  maybe even Hvitserk and Ivar, too.

The younger woman wanted to disagree with him, wanted to tell him that everything would be okay but realized that Ubbe was right. Instead she simply hugged the taller man. Almost immediately she could feel his arms around her. And so they stood there in silence for a few moments and when they finally let go, they didn’t feel as bad anymore.

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In Kattegat Margrethe saw visions of Ubbe and visions of (Y/N) and visions of the both of them together. 

“I shouldn't have married her”, she heard Ubbe say to the woman sitting across from him in his tent. “I wish it was you who carried my child” 

(Y/N) obviously enjoyed hearing that, as she crawled over to the man and started kissing him passionately. Margrethe wasn’t surprised in the slightest though. Since Hvitserk betrayed them, (Y/N) was circling around her husband like a crow that would wait for hurt animals to finally die. She weaseled her way into their lives, into Lagertha’s inner circle... However, much to her displeasure Ubbe fell for her tricks. He wouldn’t do anything while they were still in Kattegat together but since they left for war, Margrethe did not have any influence over her husband anymore. She knew that the healer had cast a spell on him, brew some kind of love potion... and now she could see the two of them have sex in Ubbe’s tent.

“Margrethe!”, a child’s voice ripped the woman out of her thoughts. She couldn’t stand caring for those children anymore. She accepted the responsibility as long as she knew there’d be a payoff but now that Ubbe left her for (Y/N) there wasn’t any reason to act like their thrall anymore. She got her freedom and wouldn’t ever go back to how things were.

“Mommy?”, the younger of the two children asked her. Margrethe knew deep down that it wasn’t the childrens fault but she couldn’t help but to still give a cruel answer anyways.

“How stupid you are. What do you think your mother is doing now? Perhaps she is getting ready to fight. Or maybe she's dead. Maybe she has already died in battle. My advice to you is to forget about your mother. Don't think of her.     Don't imagine she's ever coming back. Except as a ghost”

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Rollo wasn’t there. He never even came. And so they had no other choice but to fight like Ubbe predicted. Once again they all gathered around Lagertha’s big wooden table to consult about the next steps. Like usual (Y/N) listened to everything everybody said, but never made any suggestions herself. It wasn’t like her to mingle with war matters. All the talk about legacys and conservation of territories made her sick. Lagertha wanted to send a considerable number of fighters back to Kattegat to defend the city if they were to lose the war, Björn advised against it - they would need every single man and maiden out on the battlefield if they were even to stand a chance. 

But then Halfdan spoke up,”The gods have already decided the outcome of this battle”

(Y/N) wasn’t originally from Norway. She was a traveller, didn’t really have any roots. Often times, she couldn’t really relate to the faith the boys had in their gods. She now lived there so long that she took over their speech patterns and she even sometimes caught herself sending a impromptu prayer towards the gods during difficult times but when things really started to become grave she never understood their faith. But now she really wanted to believe the words Halfdan just spoke, because it was the only comfort she could find in this cruel situation.

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“What are you thinking of?”, Ivar asked his brother. Both of them were busy with the last preparations for the war.

“I’m thinking I think many things, Ivar”, Hvitserk didn’t look up from his arm cuffs.

“I always fear that thought may fail to wing his way home. But my fear for  memory is greater. What do you fear most, dear brother? The loss of thought or memory?”

“My thoughts and memories seem to be the same. Every time I think, I always remember the day I jumped out of Ubbe's ship”, Hvitserk felt a pang of melancholy. Was it because of his brother or because of his lover? It was true that he missed (Y/N) and it was true that he still loved her, but he did what he had to do and she should have followed him. 

“But you didn't jump. The gods pushed you”, Ivar teased his brother.

“I wasn't pushed. I decided to do it”

Ivar laughed, “And I think, you still regret it”

Hvitserk became serious, “I have no regrets. Except”, he let out a little chuckle, “I don't have any children”. He was still young but the thought of having children with anybody except (Y/N) had honestly never crossed his mind.

“But then again, Ivar, you and me are in the same boat, huh?”, he continued in an attempt to lighten the mood.

But Ivar wasn’t having it. the younger brother went on to describe how he’ll have children and how those children will go on to populate the earth.

Hvitserk, who still didn’t understand how serious his brother was, let out a laugh,”Yeah, sure”

In the blink of an eye Ivar pulled out his knife holding it dangerously close to Hvitserk’s throat. Only after several warning from his older brother did he lower the weapon again.

“I'm anxious about the battle. I am sorry”, he said calmly.

“You're sorry?”

“I am sorry you jumped ship. It was a mistake. I know you have regretted it ever since. And isn't that true, huh, poor Hvitserk?”, Ivar sounded hateful.

“Maybe sometimes”

“Maybe sometimes. I thought that perhaps you jumped ship because you loved me. But of course you didn't. How could you ever love me?”

And there the feeling was again, Ivar made him his dog once again.

“I am sorry you jumped ship. It was a mistake. I know you've regretted it ever since. It was a mistake” Ivar’s words kept on echoing in Hvitserk’s head. What he didn’t yet know was, how much Ivar planned to make his words reality.

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The battle was bloody. There were screams everywhere. Screams from attacking vikings aswell as from wounded and dying warriors. Ubbe had slain many men already and there was still no end in sight. Even though they really were outnumbered, it didn’t mean that they didn’t try until the bitter end. 

And all of a sudden brother stood before brother. For just a second Ubbe and Hvitserk just stood there - and then with a loud yell Ubbe swung his sword...

but stopped right where Hvitserk’s neck met his shoulder. Who could’ve known that Hvitserk would find himself in the same situation twice within the same day? And yet again he didn’t even flinch. Ubbe tried again but couldn’t do it. Hvitserk asked himself if Ivar would have the same reservations if they were on different sides? By the time he finished his thought two fighting vikings had seperated the eye contact he and Ubbe held and his older brother turned his back to him and left him standing.

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He couldn’t do it. It was his little brother. He knew sometimes death was inevitable but he couldn’t just kill Hvitserk like Ivar killed Sigurd. Would Harald hesitate to kill Halfdan? Surely Björn wouldn’t hesitate to kill either of them if they stood before him on a battlefield but if Ubbe killed Hvitserk he not only couldn’t forgive himself, he would also have to bring (Y/N) the news that the one who killed her lover wasn’t just any other viking or Frank but rather his own brother. Could she forgive him? He was sure she would accept it but would she ever look at him the same? 

Ubbe was torn from his thoughts when he saw a small group of Ivar’s warriors running up the hill towards their campsite. It was like Ivar to start an ambush - a cheap and dirty trick. 

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“Ivar! What are you doing sending warriors in Lagertha’s camp?”, Hvitserk, too, had seen the group of vikings running away from the battlefield and towards the enemy camp. He knew Harald would never oder such a thing, so as fast as his legs would carry him he made his way over to where Ivar was mounted on his chariot.

“They will not be expecting this, brother! They’re losing anyways. And once that happens where will they go?”, Ivar’s voice carried a smile.

“There are wounded people there. (Y/N) is there!”, Hvitserk tried to reason with Ivar even though it was no use. He already sent out the men. 

“So what, Hvitserk? So what? She left us! She chose Ubbe!”

Hvitserk looked at his younger brother in disbelief. Was this really about her all along? If anything she left him and him only. She was never Ivar’s to begin with but Hvitserk began to understand. She was his healer. His and only his. And in another life Ivar probably thought that she could’ve loved him in a way that his brothers never would but now he felt as if she chose Ubbe over them.

“She didn’t”, Hvitserk’s statement was final and with that, he went and ran after the group of vikings that were sent out to kill what was left of Lagertha’s camp.

“You’ll see, brother, you’ll see!”, Ivar yelled after Hvitserk but his older brother.

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Once Hvitserk arrived in Lagertha’s camp he could hear screaming immediately. The few shield maidens that Lagertha kept there to guard the camp were still battling against Ivar’s assassins. And even a few of the wounded fought to the best of their abilities. Bodies littered the floor. A few of Ivars men but mostly Lagerthas vikings.

Hvitserk heard a scream that pulled him out of his stupor - (Y/N)! He made his way through the camp. Slaying men on his way there. Once towards the middle of camp near a tent he could see her. There wasn’t much time to think. She was fighting with a dagger that she probably only had with her for cutting bandages or twine, but he was glad he had shown her how to defend herself if she had to. Still he didn’t waste any time and reached them no second too late. As the bigger man was just about to kick the woman down, Hvitserk thrusted his sword through the assassin’s chest, watching him collapse infront of their feet.

“Hvitserk” hearing his name out of her mouth sounded like the sweetest melody he has ever heard. She was out of breath, panting in fact, but other than that she seemed to be just fine. He took her form in. She looked tired but still so familiar. He had truly never stopped loving her and now that she was just within an arm’s reach all he had to do was - 

“(Y/N)!”, Ubbe yelled her name.

As the healer heard the older Lothbrok’s voice a smile lit up her face and she ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. When Hvitserk saw how tight she clung to Ubbe he couldn’t help but wonder if Ivar was right all along.

“Are you okay? I saw Ivar’s men heading to camp... I came as fast as I could-”

“Well, seems like you weren’t fast enough”, Hvitserk interjected.

Both Ubbe and (Y/N) looked at him. Hvitserk couldn’t quite read the look that laid in (Y/N)’s eyes. Was it uncertainty? Was it fear? He didn’t have the time to figure it out. The sounds of horns filled the air signaling that the battle has ended and that Lagertha and Björn have lost.

“Quick, we need to leave. The others will be here soon”, Ubbe already turned to leave assuming (Y/N) just follow him. 

“Wait”, Hvitserk was determined to not just stand and watch as history repeated itself again,”what do you mean leave? You lost. Do you really think she’ll be safe with you?”

Ubbe let out a bitter laugh,”Ivar just sent assassins to try and kill her. Do you really think she’ll be safe with you?”

“I’ll protect her!”, Hvitserk was starting to get angy. Who did Ubbe think he was? (Y/N) was his. Ubbe had Margrethe to worry about, “Besides Ivar wouldn’t touch her once she came back to us - I’d make sure of that”

“You’d make sure of that? Ivar is unpredictable. No one is safe around him”

“(Y/N), please”, Hvitserk was now adressing his lover directly. He knew that he could protect her and he knew that she knew that aswell. So he held his hand out for her to take, “Come on, let’s go. We don’t have much time left”

Hvitserk was right, the noise grew louder and louder with every second they just stood there. (Y/N) looked at him and for a moment they were at the beach again, laughing about his silly jokes and listening to her travel stories - but only for a moment.

“Hvitserk... I’m - I’m so sorry...”, hearing that was answer enough. Slowly he let his outstretched hand sink and watched the love of his life turn his back. Ubbe put his hand between her shoulders and guided her away - away from the stranded Hvitserk. (Y/N) turned around one last time but by then her former lover had already hurriedly taken off.

The healer felt empty but she knew she made the right decision. Not only morally but also for her safety. Even though she had once loved Hvitserk, she knew that she would be safer with Ubbe. But there was also something else. She grew so fond of the comfort of his company, she feared what it would feel like to miss him, but she would never admit that. Not to herself, not to Hvitserk and especially not to Ubbe...

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[literaryuppsala]

I know heaven’s a thing (I go there when you touch me, honey)

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, this one is False God.

Pairing: Hvitserk x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where Hvitserk is a cop and you're the witness he has to protect for a night.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut, +18.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. I'm on some Hvitserk moment in my life, blame It on me rewatching the show. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.

Sitting in the back of the car, you hugged yourself tightly, rubbing your hands on your arms trying to get warm. The detective driving was a silent one, the soft voice coming from the radio was the only sound inside the car, along with his heavy breathing and your occasionals sighs. To be the witness of a crime wasn’t in your plans, probably wasn't in anobody’s plans, but definitely not in yours. 

That morning started very ordinary for you, you woke up, fed your cat, changed your clothes and went to work. At night, you and a few friends decided to go out for a drink and everything was pretty normal before you went out for a smoke, and just like that your life turned upside down. A black limo parked in front of the club, you imagined some rich guys were arriving, but as the two guys left the car, a motorcycle parked right in front of them, shooting the two men straight on their heads. Their bodies fell on the ground and you immediately hid behind the side wall, into the dark alley. 

But you were too curious to just leave It there, so you peaked, quickly enough to see one of the guys drop from the motorcycle and remove his helmet. You saw his face clearly, illuminated by the neon lights on the club sign. The man approached the bodies and shot them again, several times before coming back to the motorcycle and quickly leaving. 

You were still trying to process when the man turned his head and looked over his shoulders, his dark eyes met yours and widened, surprised to see you there. Just then you knew your time has come, he would come back to kill you but something inside your head started buzzing loud and you ran into the club, screaming under the music to try and catch everybody’s attention, which worked and just like that, everyone was outside the club seeing the two dead bodies, someone called the police, and you vanished between the crowd of onlookers. 

After you talked to the police, you learned the two dead guys were the sons of a mob boss and the killers were from a rival mafia, that was a reckoning. But they were more interested on the killer, the man whose face was now carved in the back of your mind was the link they needed for another investigation, they didn’t tell you much, just that this was big and he was dangerous, you needed protection, needed to stay out of his radar until they had enough to start his trial, enough to put him out of the streets and for that you needed to take the stand and tell what you saw. That’s what brought you here, inside this car, you were now a witness of a crime and a target for a future one. 

You are now leaving New York. 

You watched the sign getting behind you like a symbol of your old life, at least for a few months. As you raised your eyes you caught the police officer looking at you through the rearview mirror, his intense gaze made your body shiver and you looked away.  

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke to you. 

“About what?” You asked with a frown.

“This whole thing.” He answered. “Your cat.”

“It’s not your fault.” You shrugged. “You could’ve let me bring her though.”

“Not until we find you a new house. We’re staying in these motels until the program can get you another identity. We can’t keep a cat in a motel.”

“I know, I was just kidding.” You answered shyly. 

He parked outside the cheapest motel you ever saw, the vacancy sign flashed poorly while the one with the name was off.

“By the way my name is Hvitserk.” He told you while leaving the car and opening the back door for you. 

“Better late than never.” You joked as you did the same and he smiled timidly. 

“Let’s check in, you must be tired.” 

You nodded and followed him inside. The guy behind the counter wasn’t the nicest one, looking at you both suspiciously until Hvitserk showed his badge and his face immediately changed to a fake smile, his theatrical sympathy would be funny If It wasn’t scary. He handled one key and pointed the way. 3B. You walked side by side in silence until he opened the door for you to enter, you sighed when you saw a king sized bed and looked at him. 

“I’ll talk to him about another room, wait here.” He answered and quickly left. 

From where you were you could see him talking with the man and for a moment he looked over his shoulders, his eyes meeting yours and sending goosebumps all over your body just like It happened in the car. He quickly turned again and stayed for a moment, before walking over to you one more time.

 “I’m sorry, they only have this room left.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But I won’t be sleeping tonight anyway, I can keep the armchair.”

You nodded. 

“I’ll find something for us to eat. Stay here and don’t open this door unless it’s for me.”

He left you by yourself and you used the time to change into something more comfortable, took a quick shower and slipped into your pink sweats and a tank top, by the time he came back, you were already on the bed, searching through the channels on TV. 

“Hope you like doritos cause we don’t have any other options.”

“It’s ok.” 

You smiled sitting on the edge of the bed while he handed you the snack and a can of coke, not very healthy you thought to yourself. He sat on the chair on the side of the bed and started eating the same thing. 

“Soooo… You always wanted to be a cop?” You asked after long minutes of silence. 

“It’s a family thing.” He smirked. 

“Like, your dad is a cop, your mom is a cop, your brother is a cop…”

“My dad, my four brothers, my mother is a saint.” 

“And you’re not a saint…?” 

“I've got my share of sins.”

He was handsome, you got to give him that. Especially all worried about you, looking outside through the window, peaking through the sheer curtains. No, that’s his job. You told that to yourself while thinking about his beautiful eyes, what color was that? Partly green, partly gray, sometimes hazel depending on the light. His hair was long, all tied up on a messy bun. His badge was on the table, so was his gun and his cellphone was on his hands because he would constantly check on something. 

“You’re making me nervous.” You mumbled. 

“You should get some sleep.” 

“I’m trying but you’re all worked up looking out and checking on your phone, you’re making me nervous.” You repeated. 

“Sorry to bother your highness while I’m trying to keep you alive.” 

“Well i accept your apologies. Can you stop now?” 

“No, I can’t, you’re still with a target on your head, nothing changed since we got here.”

“You’re slightly annoying.” 

“Yeah. I can live with that.” 

You did fall asleep after all but couldn’t rest properly, not with all nightmares. Eventually you woke up, eyes trained on the ceiling before you turned to the side to find Hvitserk staring back at you. 

“You’re not a very good sleeper.” 

“I was before the violence.” You sighed. “And I miss my cat cuddling me. She warms my feet.” 

“You have cold feet?”

“No. But I like the fluffiness.” You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling again. “What’s gonna happen?”

“We’ll keep you safe ‘til the trial.”

“What If he walks free?”

“He won’t.”

“You don’t know that, Hvitserk.” 

He opened his mouth to say something but loud knocks on the door startled you both. He immediately took his gun. 

“Get up.” He ordered. “Stay behind me.”

You quickly obeyed, pawing at his shirt as you leaned against his body for protection. 

The knocks restarted, louder and stronger this time. You looked at the bathroom door and remembered a window, you clutched at his shirt to catch his attention and pointed at the door, at first he frowned, but understood eventually. As you both walked slowly to the bathroom, the door was broken into by two men who started shooting. You screamed in panic while grabbing Hvitserk’s shirt and pulling him into the bathroom with you, quickly closing the door. 

“Gogogogogogo…” He gasped while pushing you towards the window, making you jump out and following you close behind.

Both of you started running towards the car and quickly entered. He drove fast out of the motel but was followed by another car. Your heart hammered inside your chest and a loud ringing in your ears made It very hard for you to think. You kept looking back, eyes widened while you held for dear life onto the door. Eventually, Hvitserk was able to mislead the people following you and after a few minutes driving he stopped at the roadside and looked at you. 

“You ok?” He asked, a little unsure, but you didn’t answer. “Hey, are you ok?” He insisted but you weren’t listening, you couldn’t breathe properly, your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your chest, the ringing in your ears were louder than before. “Hey, look at me.” He asked, raising his hand to touch your shoulder, which you quickly repelled. 

Hvitserk jumped out of the car and turned around to your side, opening your door and pulling you out. You were fast to repel him one more time.

“Calm down, you’re safe now.” He said carefully, slowly, but you were more worried with his hands on your shoulders. 

“Get off me!” You said finally, but he didn’t move. “GET OFF ME!” You repeated. 

“Calm. Down. It’s me. You’re safe.” He said It again.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” You screamed, slapping his chest with all your strength until he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“It’s ok. It’s ok.” He murmured while trying to calm you down. He shushed you, rubbing your back. 

At first you tried to push him away but ended up wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest, you broke down in tears. He kept murmuring to you, rubbing your back and your hair, pressing you inside his arms: you’re ok, you’re ok now, it’s ok. You don’t know how long you stayed in that hug, but It calmed you down and eventually you stopped crying, once you stepped away from his body he held your face with both of his hans, checking on you in silence. 

“Thank you.” You whispered letting him clean up your wet cheeks. 

“Don’t worry.” He finally released you from his arms and stepped back. “We have to go find another place to stay and I have to call my boss, can you stay calm? Can you do that for me?” He asked calmly and you nodded. “Come.” He offered you his hand and led you back to the car, turned around and took the driver’s seat, taking his phone in his pocket. He dialed quickly and put It on his ear. He had a frown on his face and pressed the steering wheel with his free hand, so hard his knuckles became white. “We’ve been exposed.” He growled after a few minutes. “I don’t know, they found us. We need to put her in another location now.” 

You tried to focus on something else, not on the conversation going on by your side, but you weren’t able to ignore it, so you kept listening while Hvitserk had some sort of a fight with someone through the phone. The fight was about you, about keeping you somewhere safe and he wasn’t very patient. 

“Fine, I’ll take her to another motel, but you do your fucking job faster, I can’t stay with her forever.” He hung up and started the car. “Let’s go.” 

“I left my things at the other motel.” You mumbled. 

“Well, you’ll have to buy new ones, we can’t go back.”

“Can’t you have someone take It for you?”

“No. Sorry.” He answered crudely, you hugged yourself and sank into the passenger seat.

Hvitserk drove for hours, like he wanted to be as far as possible. You stopped counting the minutes of silence between you two and let the tiredness win, your eyes felt heavy and eventually you fell asleep. Next thing you know you’re being taken from the car, It startled you and you wobble, making him put you on the ground. 

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” He told you shyly and you nodded. 

“I got scared.” 

The motel was a little better than the other and the guy behind the counter was nicer, he smiled at you both and Hvitserk showed him his badge.

“We need two bedrooms. Next to each other, please.” 

“Oh… Wow… I thought… Never mind.” He babbled shyly, typing on his computer. “I’m gonna need some ID, please.” 

While Hvitserk checked in, you looked around, scared about the few people walking around you, scared they might do something to you, hurt you somehow. You leaned against him and wrapped your hands around his arm, unconsciously seeking his comfort and protection. He looked at you before taking the keys the guy was offering. 

“Come, you need to rest.” He grabbed your hands and led you to the elevator, you just automatically followed behind. Your hands remained firmly holding his arm. As soon as you reached your floor he took you to your door and helped you open It. “Lock yourself inside, don’t open It unless it’s for me.” 

You finally noticed your hands and pulled away, shyly. 

“Thank you.” You quickly entered, locking yourself and leaning against the door. 

The day was starting, It was just one night but It felt like you lived a lifetime. You shed your clothes and went to the bathroom, silently thanking the gods for the bathtub that you quickly filled with warm water. You sank into the tub and closed your eyes, the water immediately relaxed your muscles and you sighed deeply, feeling the air going through your lungs. You needed that. After the shower, you covered yourself with one of the robes you found and let yourself fall onto the bed, the sheets were warm and soft and your body relaxed even more. 

However, after minutes of trying you weren’t able to sleep, didn’t know why. Tossing and turning until you sit back, your mind was going to the next door, to Hvitserk. For whatever reason you got up and went to the door, opening It to go but your eyes widened when you saw him standing there, looking at you. 

“I-I… I can’t sleep.” You mumbled.

“Me neither.” He answered quickly. “Can I come in?”

“Please.”

You took a step back while he stepped in, your bodies were tense, radiating something heavy around you both. You don’t know what’s got into you, you just had this weird but profound need, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him but was quickly repelled, his hands on your shoulders pushing you away. You felt your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment and opened your mouth to apologize but before you said anything he kissed you, turning you around until your back met the wood of the door, his body flush against yours.  

You were too far gone in less than a minute. His kiss was hungry, demanding and he tasted like peppermint, probably from the toothpaste he used. He was tasting you, his tongue searching for yours, massaging It, his hands quickly finding the knot on your robe and untying It. He stepped back for a moment, your mouth reaching out for his while he looked down at your naked body. 

“Gods…” He mumbled before his mouth was on yours again, his hands going to your breasts like a magnet. He teased your nipples with the tip of his fingers, hardening the small buds. 

He trailed his kisses down your jaw til your neck, suckling on the skin, you raised your head to give him more space, your hands messing with his hair until you untangled the bun that kept It all together, his hair falling down his shoulders. 

He hooked his hands on the back of your thighs. “Jump.” He mumbled against your lips and you obeyed, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck for support. He walked with you towards the bed and tossed you over the mattress, quickly covering your body with his, finding your lips and kissing you another time. His hands were everywhere, from your waist, to your arms and your thighs, your nakedness left you vulnerable, but Hvitserk was still completely dressed, his jeans causing a delicious friction against your sensitive skin. 

“Take this off.” You grunted, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling It up.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” He teased, kneeling on the bed so he could take his shirt off, tossing somewhere in the room. 

You sat down, touching his abs then rubbing up his skin to his chest and shoulders, carefully touching his tattoos. Your lips found the skin of his stomach and he grabbed the hair at the back of your neck, a strong grip that sent goosebumps all over your body. He pulled your head away from his body and made you look at him. 

“Open It.” He mumbled, looking at his pants. Your shaky hands went to his hips, nervously opening up the button of his pants and pushing his zipper down. “Good girl.” 

He pushed you down the bed, holding your knees apart while laying down between your legs. Next thing you felt was the wetness of his tongue against your folds, your hands went immediately to his hair and licked you again, like he was tasting you. He used one of his hands to open up your lips, taking a good look at your clit before attaching his lips to it, sucking it slowly. 

You felt like your whole body was electrified, like the blood running up your veins had been replaced by pure electricity and you moaned, loud and clear, earning yourself a soft ‘hmm’ coming from his lips, sending vibrations through your body. Hvitserk licked you again, the tip of his tongue teasing your opening while he massaged your clit with his fingers. Your hips seemed to have a mind of its own, grinding down against his face. 

“Fuck…”  You whispered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

His free hand found its way from your thigh to your pussy and his fingers joined his mouth, one of them sliding easily into you. You were so wet that the second finger joined the other and you clenched onto them, your pussy throbbing. Hvitserk ate you out like you were his last meal, pumping his fingers in and out while sucking on your clit, and the coil on your lower belly felt like a rubber band ready to snap. 

“Tell me how to make you come.” He gasped, sounding like a beg. 

“Just-Just keep doing this - Oh shit - Don’t stop.” You begged too, feeling his mouth back on you. 

With a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, the coil snapped and you growled like a wounded animal, pressing his head between your legs until his licking onto you was too much to bear. 

“StopStopStopStop.” You whispered, pulling him up by his hair, his mouth finding yours like a guided missile. You could taste yourself on his mouth, your hands quickly finding the sides of his pants, pushing it down with the help of your feet. “Need you inside me.” You panted. 

“Yeah. I need It too.” 

Hvitserk made quick work of his pants, until It reached the middle of his thighs, freeing his cock from its confines, you looked down between your body, watching as he rubbed his own length, glistening with precum, he was so hard and your stomach flipped at the thought of being the reason on why he was like that. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, teasing your folds with the head of his cock, coating himself on your wetness. 

“Yeah…” You murmured, overwhelmed. 

He smiled big as he lined himself with your entrance before pushing the tip in, the stretch causing you both to groan. You raised your head and closed your eyes, his mouth quickly finding the skin of your neck while he slowly bottomed out, pulling out a bit just to thrust right back in. 

“Yes.” He groaned. “That’s it, baby.” 

You melted, little gasps leaving your lips as you raised your hips to meet his thrusts. He pushing you into the mattress, both of his arms used to keep his body weight to crash down on you while you held onto him with arms and legs like your very life depended on it. Later you’d worry about the marks your nails were definitely leaving on the skin of his back and shoulders, later you’d worry about the other marks his mouth was leaving on your neck, later. At that moment you could only think of the feeling of him inside of you. 

Suddenly, he stopped, hands reaching the pillow under your head. You frowned before he held your lower back up and put it under your butt. Thrusting back in, the new angle reaching the soft spot inside you making you loudly gasp. 

“That’s better.” He teased. 

“So much...” You panted.

“I know.” He teased again, moving his hips slower this time. 

“Fuck me!” You whimpered. 

“I am.” He kissed you. 

His hips were drilling into you hard and deep, his intensity got you shaking again, the coil forming once more making you ready to cum one more time. His fingers trailed down in between your bodies to circle your clit and you spread your legs a little more, inviting him to continue. The guttural groans leaving his lips were pushing you further towards the edge, his lips were right on the line of your ears as his thrusts became a little sloppier, messier. 

“C'mon… Cum for me.” He begged and you clenched around him uncontrollably. “Go ahead baby, let go.”

Just like that your body jolted and you closed your eyes, seeing white spots behind your eyelids as your orgasm hit you hard. But he didn’t stop, reaching his own as he thrusted you faster. 

“Shit baby you’ll make me cum.”

“Hvitserk…” You mumbled. 

“O-oh fuck…” It’s the only warning you got before he pulled out and you felt him paint your stomach white as rope after rope of his cum shoots from his tip onto your skin. 

Both of you were still panting, trying to recover from what just happened when he fell on the bed right by your side. His eyes were on you while yours held the ceiling, incapable of looking at him. 

“That was-” He started. “-very wrong of me.” A smile broke out on his lips before he pulled you close. “But so good.” His lips found your cheek forcing a laugh out of you. 

“Still very wrong of you.” 

“So wrong.” He turned you on your side, sticky bodies wrapping around one another, lips touching as he spoke.

“Big mistake.” You mumbled before his lips wrapped around yours. 

“Huge.” He agreed, kissing down your jaw to your neck. 

“We shouldn’t do this again.”

“You’re probably right.”

“You’re still kissing me.”

“I am.” 

“What about the huge mistake?”

“I’m a terrible cop.” 

[peaceisadirtyword]

Can I request a imagine where Alex knows Marco has a big crush on the reader, but never have the guts to ask her out and Alex plays the Cupid?

A/N: Hello love♥️ Thank you so much for your request, it was so nice to write for Marco again😭 He's so cute, I love him. My writing was really bad, but I tried my best, so I hope you like it😘 Thanks!

Warnings: fluff, my bad writing... nothing special, I think

Words: 683

gif belongs to @therealcalicali 

"Hey, Y/N! Come and sit with us!" 

Marco's eyes widened and he kicked Alex's leg. He almost choked with his beer when you turned around and looked at them. 

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

Alex smirked at him, winking.

"I'm doing you a favor"

Marco felt his heart beat faster and faster as you approached him. It was a miracle that you had heard Alex over all the noise of the crowded pub. 

"Hi" you shot them a sweet smile as you approached their table. 

Marco cleared his throat, looking away and blushing as Alex invited you to sit between them, offering you a beer. Since you started working on set, he had a huge crush on you, but was too afraid of even talking to you, thinking you were way out of his league. Even if Alex insisted, he was too shy. You were just too pretty and too nice. 

"Are you having a good time?" Alex asked you nicely. If Marco didn't know, him, he'd think he was flirting with you. 

"Yes, it's really fun, thank you for inviting me" 

You could barely believe your ears when Alex invited you to one of the main cast's nights out. Of course everyone had been nice to you, but you never imagined they'd consider hanging out with you outside of work. 

"Of course" Alex nodded at you "You're always invited, Marco and I were thinking about throwing a party next weekend, maybe, you should come too" 

"Oh" you blushed "Thank you, I would love to, if everyone's okay with it..."

Somehow, you had the feeling that Marco didn't like you that much... Which was a shame, because you definitely liked him.

"Yes, everyone's more than okay with it" Alex glared at Marco, who hadn't said a word since you sat down when you took a sip of your beer. 

"Of course" Marco muttered, clearing his throat and looking away, trying to hide his blush. 

After a couple of seconds in silence, Alex spoke again.

"So... Have you ever been to Denmark, Y/N?" 

You shook your head, pouting.

"I would love to, but it's quite expensive" you sighed "But I hope I can go soon" 

"You definitely should come soon" he nodded "My apartment is too small, but I'm sure you could stay at Marco's place" 

Marco raised his head, glaring at Alex. His face softened when you looked at him. 

"I could book a room in some hotel, too" you giggled shyly "But I'd like a tour, though" 

"Oh, Marco loves those" Alex laughed "He'll show you everything" 

"If that's no bother..."

"No, I would love to" Marco muttered, licking his lips nervously. 

You turned to smile at him and he couldn't help but smile back at you. 

"Nice!" Alex smiled widely "Well, I'm going to the toilet, enjoy yourselves, but not too much" he giggled before winking at you and left, looking proud of himself. 

"Forgive him" Marco chuckled "He's half drunk already"

"It's okay, he's nice" you giggled.

"He's a bit annoying sometimes" he shrugged "But he's nice, yes" 

You took another sip of your beer, with a wide smile on your lips.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?" You asked him, tilting your head in his direction. 

"Yeah, I truly am, I just..." He shrugged "I'm having a really good time, yeah" he smiled.

"I'm glad, I was going to approach you earlier to say hi but I didn't want to bother you" 

Marco widened his eyes, shaking his head quickly. 

"No, I mean... You don't bother me"

Your face lightened up and Marco bit his lip to hold back a smile. 

"Nice!" You giggled, the alcohol you had already drank kicking in "I always thought you didn't like me that much, so..."

"Sorry" he rubbed his face, shaking his head " I tend to do that when I like someone too much" he muttered. Your head started beating faster when you heard that. 

"Then we... Could go out someday? To a..." you looked around "Quieter place?" 

"Yeah, that would be very nice" he nodded "How about next Friday?" 

[car-karaoke]

Thaw

The beauty @x-valhalla sent this request in and I had way too much fun with it lol. Sorry it took me so long to finish this, life really sucks sometimes. But I greatly appreciate everyone being patient!!

R: I loved your handsy fic so much that I got another Marco request 😍 how about a group of you go away skiing and you get drunk, admit your feelings and have some fun in a hot tub

Warnings: language, s m u t, oral sex (f receiving)

Pairings: Marco x Reader

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"I swear to god, I can't feel my balls" Marco groaned dramatically, peeling off his snow covered layers. You huffed in behind him, stifling a laugh as you raised an eyebrow at him

"Was that absolutely necessary for you to tell me?" You asked in amusement, kicking off your boots next to his. Marco laughed heartily, nodding his head as he got off the last snow covered item

"It was, yes. I'm THAT cold" he stated. "We should definitely change and thaw out in the hot tub, what do you think guys?" Marco called to his other friends who had just come in. Everyone agreed enthusiastically, except you. Marco turned to you expectantly. "What about you Y/N? You coming?"

You bit your lip in hesitation as you mulled over your options. You were a little insecure about your body and rarely wore a bathing suit. Especially not in front of a man that you had feelings for. But to be honest, the temptation of seeing Marco shirtless in a hot tub was enough for you to muster up your courage. "Yeah, sure. I'll go change " you agreed

Marco seemed pleased with your answer and took off for his own room. You were lucky enough to be able to go on this trip. To be honest, when Marco invited you along with his buddies to come on a ski trip, you were nervous as hell. One reason was because you were the most uncoordinated person you knew. The other reason was that you have harbored some serious feelings for him for years. It has been 3 days since you guys arrived and you were indeed having a ton of fun despite being awful at skiing

You made your way to your room and walked in once the door unlocked. You kept forgetting how fancy this place was. The ski resort was a very high end one, making you feel a little uncomfortable at first. Marco's buddy came from a very well to do family, who owned shares in this resort and got all of you in for an entire week, all expenses paid. After a quick and nerve wracking look in the mirror at your bikini outfit, you wrapped a coverup around yourself and headed for the indoor pool

The indoor pool area was so nice, there was an adults only section that you were meeting everyone in. It had several hot tubes, a sauna, a bar, and other amenities. You padded over to where your group was in the hot tub. Oh god Marco looked so good....like WHY DOES HE HAVE TO LOOK THAT GOOD?? It's unfair!

"Hey Y/N! Grab a drink and join us!" Marco yelled, clearly already tipsy. You sighed and gave him a thumbs up, walking over to the bar and ordering a long island. You walked back over to the hot tub and set your drink down to take off your coverup. You were kind of hoping that no one would be looking at you, but of course, all eyes were on you. Marco's eyes seemed to literally be BORING into yours. You shyly lifted the fabric over yourself and set it down by your shoes, grabbing your drink and stepping in to the hot water

"Damn Y/N, you look good as hell in a bikini!" One of Marco's female friends complimented. You offered her a shy smile and thanked her

"Yeah you really do Y/N" Marco added, giving you a big smile. Well damn it, now you were REALLY blushing

"Thanks, Marco" you said sweetly, gulping down a large portion of your drink. He smirked at you from across the hot tub. You tried avoiding his gaze so as not to get too distracted. Instead, you focused on your drink. It was soon empty, and you left to go grab another delicious fruity alcoholic beverage. You were starting to feel much more relaxed and less insecure and nervous, cracking jokes with all his friends

After everyone was feeling nice and buzzed, the conversations started taking a much more playful turn. "Hey! Guys! Let's play truth or dare!" One of Marco's friends bellowed

"Truth or dare, seriously? What are we, 12?" Marco scoffed

"You just say that because you're too pussy to play" his friend joked, pointing a finger at him. Marco had never been one to turn down a dare

"Okay! Okay, fine! Let's play!" Marco agreed, straightening himself up. "You go first" he added, pointing back to his friend

"Alright dare" the friend decided. Marco grinned at that

"I dare you to run a naked lap around the hot tub"

Without hesitation, the friend took off his swim trunks in the hot tub, which quickly floated to the top, and jumped out. Everyone drunkenly cheered and hollered. The friend did his lap, just narrowly avoiding getting kicked out, and climbed back in and pulled his swimsuit back on before wrapping an arm around his girlfriend. "Altight, your turn now" he said to Marco. "Truth or dare"

Marco thought about it for a moment. "Truth" he decided. That actually suprised you. You hadn't expected him to choose that. His friend seemed pleased as he mulled over a question to ask

"Alright I got one. Do you currently have serious feelings for anyone?" He asked. FUCK. TRY NOT TO LOOK SO INTERESTED. You couldn't help but look at Marco with wide eyes awaiting his answer. Was that blush on his cheeks?? He looked straight at you and then away quickly

"Ehhhh. Uhm.....I do yeah, I do" Marco admitted. Everyone gasped and started asking who and for how long. Marco shook his head with a laugh. "No no no that's not part of the game! I answered the question, that's it"

You felt your heart drop to your butt as you thought about him having feelings for someone that wasn't you. You had gotten quieter, but nobody seemed to notice because everyone was drunk. You sipped another gulp of your drink and winced. That sip was much stronger than the others. Apparantly the bartender didn't mix it very well

"Alright dude truth or dare" Marco asked his other friend. His voice pulled you back into reality, you tried putting on a convincing smile like you had been paying attention

"Dare" the guy chose confidently

"Ok I dare you to kiss one of the people in this hot tub" Marco smirked, looking around at the people he had to choose from. Apart from the men, there were 5 women including yourself. You weren't even worried, because why would he choose you when the other women were so much more confident and beautiful than you?

"Y/N. I choose Y/N" the guy stated loudly, looking right at you. You hiccuped and tilted your head

"M--me?" You asked quietly, instinctively looking at Marco, who looked panicked. His friend nodded and stood up, walking over to you. You backed up until your back hit the jet of the hot tub

"No!" Marco yelled, standing up. Everyone paused, looking at him with anticipation. Your chest was heaving as you looked at him

"What? Why?? You dared me!" His friend complained

"Not her" Marco said sternly

"Why, because you want to instead?" His friend teased. Marco laughed and rubbed the back of his head

"Yes" he admitted quietly. Everyone gasped and whistled at you both. Your eyes felt like they were about to bulge out of your head. "If you want to, of course" he added as he looked to you. No way this is actually happening...

"Uhhh....yeah. I would" you agreed. Without another word, Marco closed the distance between you both and grabbed your face with both hands, leaning down to kiss you. The moment your lips came in contact, everything else faded away. Somewhere in the background, you could hear his friends hooting and hollering. But all you could think of was how amazing his lips felt on yours. You grabbed onto his biceps as you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Marco broke apart and smiled before pulling you back in with one hand behind your neck, his other hand finding your waist and pushing you tighter against him. His teeth gently bit down on your plump bottom lip before his tongue ran over the spot to soothe it

"YO! Marco!" His friend yelled in amusement. "Let her breathe man!!" Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and smiled genuinely at you, caressing your cheek

"I've actually been wanting to do that for a very long time" Marco admitted a bit shyly, scratching his man bun. You blushed deeply, very much aware that his friends were still there and listening to every word

"I have too" you admitted with a smile. You glanced at one of the lady friends, who was whispering something to another guy. The other friends all looked at each other and nodded

"I uh...I think we're going to head in for the night" one of them said as they all rose from the water. You blushed even deeper as Marco grinned when his friend whispered something to him. When you were both alone at last, Marco sighed deeply and leaned back against the wall of the tub

"You getting pruny over there?" He asked you, examining his own hands. You took a peek at yours, which indeed were pruny too

"Mhm. Almost to a raison" you stated matter of factly

"Well, you wanna change and come back to my room? We could watch a movie...or...you know, something" he mumbled. You couldn't help but laugh at his obviousness. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder

"Or something, yes" you mumbled quietly, looking up at him and leaning in for a quick kiss. He just laughed and met your lips in a sweet gentle kiss before pulling you out of the water and giving you his spare room key

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest as you changed into something dry. You chose a simple tank top and soft sleep shorts. You were very thankful that you were able to freshen up and make sure you smelled nice before heading down a floor to Marco's room. The handle lit up green and unlocked as you opened the door and saw Marco lounging on his bed in just a pair of basketball shorts

"Hey you" he called out happily, patting the bed next to him

"Hey yourself" you said as you hauled yourself up on the plush bed and scooted close to him. He slyly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You grinned and settled in, letting one of your hands rest on his knee. You both chatted about the TV show that was on for a little bit before you felt like you needed to clear the air

"Marco?" You piped up quietly. He hummed in response. "I know you said that you've wanted to kiss me for awhile, but is that all you wanted from me?"

Marco raised and eyebrow at you and pulled away slightly so he could face you. "What do you mean? Like....do I want to have sex with you? Sure of course I do. But that's not all I want to do, I genuinely like you" he explained seriously, eyes focused on you. You sighed in relief and nodded your head

"Good, that's how I feel too. I just didn't know if you actually had feelings for me or if it was just sexual" you explained. "Because don't get me wrong, I'd love to have sex with you, but I've had feelings for you for a long time now" you admitted nervously. It was Marco's turn to blush. He nudged your head up to look at him with his finger under your chin

"I've liked you basically since I met you. Just ask literally any of the guys. Or hell, even the girls. They all know too" he chuckled, running his thumb over your cheekbone and around to your ear to tuck your hair behind it. "You are so beautiful" he whispered

You barely trusted your voice right now, given how shaky your breath was, so you just tilted your head up a little and pushed your lips softly against his. He responded immediately, humming in approval and pulling your head closer to his with his hand on the back of your neck. Your lips seemed to mold together perfectly, gently fighting with each other to see who could use the most muscle. When one of your hands started falling from his chest down his stomach slowly, the mood instantly changed. It went from lovey dovey kisses to crazy horny pent up sexual tension

Marco grabbed a handful of your ass, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and start dancing with yours, pulling you over to straddle him. You sighed happily into his mouth, which only turned him on even more. "Y/N" he sighed, breaking apart for a breather. Your hooded eyes bored into his awaiting his cue. His eyes scanned down your body then back up to meet your eyes. "Take this off you pretty little thing" he grinned, yanking at your top

You quickly removed your top and shimmied his off as well. The poor guy looked like he was about to melt into the bed as you unclasped your bra and let your breasts free. He slowly reached for them, goosebumps breaking out on them the second his hands made contact. Your nipples perked up immediately, Marco's thumb gently rubbed over it and he hummed in satisfaction. "You know something? You might have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen" he whispered, lowering his head so his mouth was hovering right in front of them. Your lips parted as you awaited the sensation you longed for. After a few tauntilizing seconds, Marco's mouth was on the sensitive bud. His hot wet tongue circled around it before his lips closed around it. You hummed in approval, raking your hand through his hair and messing it all up

A small gasp left your lips when his teeth very carefully nibbled on your nipple, kissing the pain away immediately before sneaking up to steal a kiss from you before going to the next breast and giving it the same treatment. Your hips grinded towards his and you could feel just how hard he was beneath you. "Marco" you moaned needily, grabbing his head and pulling it up to look at you. His beautiful lips were pink and wet from his work. They looked so deliciously kissable. "I need you" you whispered as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. The smug expression on his face was priceless

"And you'll have me, but not until I'm done exploring this incredible body I've dreamed about" he answered, supporting your back with an arm before laying you down on the bed and pulling at your bottoms. You realized what he meant and felt your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You huffed out a breath and just watched him as he kissed a line down the middle of your stomach, past your navel, and as he got to your hips, slide his thumb under your bottoms and panties to slide them off. He took them off agonizingly slow, but when you were finally bare to him, it was his turn to have unsteady breathing

"Wooooowwwww...." he mouthed, eyes glazing over as he unabashedly looked at your nearly dripping core. You could feel yourself blushing but at this point could care less. "I can't believe how fucking sexy you are Y/N..." he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. He situated himself in between your legs and leaned his head close before stopping and looking up at you suddenly. "Can I?" He asked politely. You nodded, biting your lip hard. That's all it took

With a sigh of pleasure, his tongue delved into your pussy, licking a straight line up from your ass to your clit. Both of you moaned in unison, your head rolled back in absolute bliss. "Mmmff fuck yeah" Marco mumbled, his voice muffled by your lower lips. He slurped obscenely delicious noises, making you feel like you were about to explode. "You taste...so...good..."

"Oh my god Marco..." you mewled, back arching off the bed in ecstacy. You swore you could feel him grinning as he pushed two fingers into your drenched opening which only made you moan louder. You felt almost dizzy in pleasure, but willed yourself to prop yourself up enough to see him. And dammit that was a mistake, because you nearly came right there. He was looking RIGHT at you, eyes blown with lust, head tilted to the side so you could see his fingers pumping in and out of you as he he licked you like a damn animal. You face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows raised and your mouth falling into a perfect 'o' shape

"That's it babygirl, look at me" Marco purred, tongue circling your clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking. You couldn't help your head rolling back again as you swore loudly, your orgasm overtaking you. Marco moaned happily, lapping up all the juices you left for him. Your chest was heaving and your legs felt like they were about as firm as jello. You felt the weight of him moving up your body and gathered the strength to tilt your head up to meet his grinning face

He looked so genuinely happy with a big stupid smile on his face. "Hey" he said casually, voice thick with arousal. You giggled and covered your face

"Hi" you mumbled underneath your hands. Marco laughed and pulled your hands away, kissing your cheek

"No point hiding from me now love, I've seen all of you" he pointed out. You groaned and heaved out a breath

"I know! I've never came that hard before. You are damn good at that" you complimented him honestly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He smirked and kissed you sweetly

"Thank you smukke, I guess I'm alright at it" he shrugged. You rolled your eyes playfully at him and forced your body to roll over on top of his. He quirked an eyebrow at you. "What are you doing baby?" He asked. You just smiled and moved to sit in between his legs and started pulling his shorts down

"A lady always returns the favor" you said confidently, licking your lips seductively. Marco took a shaky breath and let a light laugh out

"And here I thought you couldn't get any better" he said in amazement. You just smirked at him and pulled his shorts the rest of the way off, freeing his rock hard cock that would be inside of you shortly. Right after you had your payback 😈

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New Year’s with Marco Ilsø, moodboard [r] 🎄

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HEADCANONS

🔞 The Christian | Ivar the Boneless x Christian!fem!reader [r]

MARCO ILSØ

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Touchy-feely | Marco Ilsø x reader [r]

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❌  It’s Always Been You | Marco Ilsø x OFC: It’s always been you [nr] / / I missed you [nr] / / I still love you [nr] / / Let this be forever [nr; forced to remove it due to Tumblr] / / Merry Christmas, fake IG post 🎄 [nr]

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‘Are you jealous?’ | Modern!Hvitserk x reader, AU! [r]

Far Horizons | Hvitserk x reader [r]

First Christmas | Modern!Hvitserk x reader, AU! [r] 🎄

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[✓]  Please, Don’t Leave Me | Hvitserk x reader, AU!: Part One [r] / / Part Two [r] / / Part Three [r] / / Part Four [r]

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Marco Ilso- You’ve got my heart

This was requested by lovely @recklesslonelyblond. She’s a fantastic girl with even better ideas. If you like Lucifer (Tom Ellies) she’s writting about it. Take a look!

I’ve tried to make it as similar to your request as I could, but it was a little too long! Anyway, I’ve enjoyed writting this a lot, and I’m pretty happy with the result (it’s the longest I’ve every written!). I hope you like it!

Plot: Marco is your best friend, your neighbour and your crush. One night at your house changes everything for the best; but you’ve taken different paths and life might never reunite you again.

Warning: mid-smut, and SO MUCH FLUFF, maybe a tiny bit of angst but, if you read me usually, it’s nothing (i’ve done much worse than this)

For the fourth time that afternoon, your pencil broke; and you had to gather all your patience to avoid shouting to hell and back. With a deep breath, you started your essay again; why should we choose you to get in our university. It was a stupid draft, and you really didn’t want to do it; because the only thing you could say about yourself was that you liked to chill with your best friend in your sofa and wait in the shadows until he notices your almost invisible advances. Yeah, you were good at that. You had been doing it for the past eighteen years. Besides that, you could stutter to death and blush until you were as red as your blood. Oh, and you knew by heart all the things that Marco liked, too. Something you should probably avoid if you wanted to enter in college.

The annoying ring of your bell made you sigh; it was obvious that no one in your family was going to get it, as they all knew it was the blonde sweet guy looking for you. You got up from your desk and went down the stairs, only to find Marco closing the door already.

-          Why did you rang? -you asked, waiting for him in the middle of the stairs. -You have a key.

-          I wanted to let you know I’m coming -he smiled, and you swore your knees shook. -If I don’t, then your mother might kick my ass.

-          That’s not true.

-          It is! I’ve scared her a few times. -he said, walking up the stairs.

-          Because no one enters in a foreign home at three a.m., Marco!

-          Can’t I see my best friend whenever I want? -he placed a swift kiss to your head before heading to your room. -You better have food, I’m dying Y/N.

Marco was everything you weren’t; outgoing while you spent Friday’s night watching a movie. Smart while all you did was get good grades with hard-work. Talkative though you preferred to stay quiet and go unnoticed. So it was a surprise when in high-school you were still friends. It was like a cheesy teen movie, where the popular guy falls in love with the nerd girl; except that this time the popular guy wasn’t an asshole and the nerd girl was the only one falling in love.

-          Sometimes, I do wonder, do you have a home? -you said, walking into your room to see Marco laying in your bed. -Do they love you there, Marco?

-          I don’t think so, but thanks God I’ve got you bambi. -you scoffed at the nickname; seeing that he was much taller than you, he had started calling you that since he met you.

You had met Marco when you were just six and were starting school. He was two years older than you, but he took upon himself to be your protector. You were neighbours, so he walked you to school every day, took you back and played with you always. And God help anyone who tried to mess with the Ilso’s friends, because that family could for sure make someone life hell. While your families were best friends and had keys of each other’s houses, you and Marco had a special relationship.

-          Besides, Nick has all his friends in the living room, and mum is harassing them from the kitchen, like a proper stalker. -he scoffed. -So I thought, why not hide here?

-          I was doing things. -you said, sitting in your chair.

-          You can just do me, bambi. -he winked at you. It was a joke, but how you wished it wasn’t.

-          I don’t think Becca is okay with that. -you replied, thinking about his current girl. -I haven’t seen her in weeks.

-          Me neither. She could be in another country for all I care, what a nightmare. -he talked about other of his numerous girls. -What were you doing?

-          The essay. -you didn’t say anything else, as he knew what you were talking about.

-          Why is taking you so long? It’s not that hard!

-          It is when I have to fill five sheets explaining why should they pick me instead of much more prepared people, Marco. -you said.

-          There are a lot of things to say about you, Y/N. -he sat in bed. -I could fill you a hundred sheets.

Without any other word, he lifted you with ease from your chair and sat you on his lap. Marco ignored your blushing cheeks and started writing; he hated that you couldn’t see the good things about yourself, and he was more than happy to help you to do it. Neither of you noticed, but if anyone saw you, would have realised that you were more than friends.

-          Let’s see, what do you have to talk about? -he asked, with his hand on your tight. – Your personality or academic facts?

-          Both of them. -you said. -They want to know what I like and I don’t, and what I’m like too. And about my grades and that shit.

-          “Hi, I’m Y/N and I love stalking famous actors on the Internet” -he said with a high-pitched voice.

-          That’s not true! -you said laughing. -Come on, Marco. This is serious.

Marco started making a list with things you liked and not; then, he took a new sheet and wrote down good things about yourself, and the only thing you could do was to love more your best friend.

-          You’re funny and know how to make anyone’s day better. -he said, writing it down. -Also, you are always smiling and looking for the good things in bad situations.

-          I’m pretty negative, Marco. -you said, having found your place with your head in his neck.

-          Nah, you’re not. You always make me want to keep going. -he gave you a short wink. -You are responsible and care about everybody.

-          Responsible? -you frowned. -I forgot about Ken the other day in Walmart.

-          First, my brother was lost. -he laughed.- Second, if it wasn’t for you caring about me, I would probably be in a ditch somewhere right now.

-          I’m-

-          Intelligent too. -he interrupted, writing. -You know too many historical facts.

-          That’s because I spend Friday’s night watching films, Marco. Do you want to write that too?

-          There is nothing bad with that. -he shrugged. -Even if I would like for you to come with me to parties, I like you just the way you are bambi.

You smiled sadly; he liked you, but as a friend. He didn’t share those feeling with you, didn’t mean all those words he said. What you didn’t know, was that in his head he was hoping secretly that you would get the hint.

Spending a whole day with Marco was exhausting, but when night arrived you had already finished you essay. Your parents had gone only God know where, and that left you and your best friend alone for the night. Marco loved those nights when it was just the two of you, and secretly, enjoyed them more than Friday’s nights. Sure, they were good, but watching a film with you and eating junk food was much better. That’s what you did; you ordered pizza and put a film that neither of you were watching, too focused on the conversation you were having.

-          Have you written your essay? -you asked, changing the subject. You were sitting on the floor, between Marco’s legs as he combed your hair.

-          About that. -he let out an awkward laugh. Marco was supposed to start collage two years ago, but he didn’t know what to do until that year. -I’ve meaning to tell you something since I came here today.

-          I’m not writing it. -you sighed, knowing that he could ask you and you would do it. -It’s not some homework, Marco, it’s something important.

-          I know, Bambi. -he pulled you softly at your hair. -It’s… not about that.

-          Then? -you turned around to look at him, and for a few seconds the forgotten film was the only thing you could hear in the living room.

A soft sight left his lips; it hurt him physically to tell you that, and you weren’t making it any easier. Placed between his legs, you were looking at him with such adoration and care that the only thing he wanted to do was to pack you in a box.

-          I’m leaving. -if the film would have been any louder, you wouldn’t have heard him; but you did.

-          What? -you frowned.

-          Yesterday I got the letter from Danish National School of Performing Arts. I’m… I’m in, bambi. -he let out a little laugh. -They want me in.

-          When did you applied for that?

-          A few months ago.

-          And you didn’t think of telling me?

-          I didn’t think I would get in, Y/N! -he said. -It’s such an important school.

-          Did your family know?

-          Of course, wh-

-          Am I not important enough for you, Marco?

Before you knew it, you two were deep into an argument; he was trying to make you see that it was not such a big deal, but you thought he should have said something. Because that school was far away from your home, and you knew what happened to friends that were away for too long. You didn’t want that for you two, you wanted a happy life with him.

-          That’s why I didn’t tell you, Y/N! -he shouted, running a hand through his messy hair. -You always overreact with things like this. Maybe I should have just left without saying anything.

His words hit you like a truck; could he really leave you like that? And you thought that he had a reason to say goodbye to his parents, to his friends and even to Becca, because they all had a special relationship with him. But for Marco, you were the friendly neighbour. Not his girlfriend, the girl he liked or his family, just his best friend.

-          You know the way out, Marco. -you got up, turning the TV off. -I’m going to bed.

-          Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like this.

-          Just-you know, forget it. -you said.

Marco couldn’t say anything else as you walked up the stairs in silence. Closing the door behind you, you fell into your bed like a dead weight, and hugged your pillow close to you. Maybe you were overreacting, yeah. But Marco was your only friend, your confident and the man you dreamed about. Thinking about him gone wasn’t a possibility until just minutes ago, where he had destroyed every dream you could have. Because who hasn’t imagined themselves with the love of their lives? You knew how you wanted to name your children, what house you wanted and when were you going to marry; with Marco, of course. It seemed that none of your dreams were going to happen.

It was quiet in your home for a while, and you really thought that Marco had left. You had cried too much over him; every time he got a girlfriend, when he asked for advice about how to get the girl he liked… So you just felt numb, with some tears running down your cheeks. If it had been any other person, you would have been scared, because feeling a sudden weight in your bed is disturbing. But you knew by heart Marco’s smell and steps, so you weren’t surprised when he laid in bed with you and pulled you close to him. Your back was against his chest, and one of his legs pulled you closer, so that it seemed that he was englufing you. Still, he didn’t say anything.

-          I’m happy for you. -you said, enjoying the silence in your house and his arms around you. -It’s a big opportunity and you’re going to smash it.

-          They are all rich boys. -he sighed. -I hope that none of their feet’s stink.

-          That’s what you’re worried about? -you let out a little laugh.

-          Can you imagine living with someone who has stinky feet? It troubles me to no end.

-          Or someone who is a cleaning obsess. -you turned so that your faces were inches apart. -You can’t be such a mess them.

-          God, I hope not. -he smiled, touching your nose with his. -I should have said something earlier, I’m sorry bambi. It’s just- Y/N, you’re the most important person in my life, I didn’t want to upset you.

-          Marco, it’s your dream. -you blushed, aware of his breath in your lips. -I’m going to support you no matter what.

-          I’m going to miss you a lot. -he said, putting a hand behind your head. -Promise me you won’t forget about me.

-          This will be our best summer, I promise. -you touched the little scrub on his jaw. -I will call you every day, and I will visit you whenever I can.

-          Can I kiss you? -he said in a low whisper, looking down at your lips.

You didn’t know how, but you ended up with your lips just an inch away from him. His soft breath was hitting your mouth, and your noses were touching. You could see his beautiful eyes with just the light of the moon, and his hand behind your neck pulled you just a little closer.

-          What? -you asked.

-          Let me kiss you, bambi.

Your answer came when you sealed lips with him. You could actually feel him smirking into the kiss, and when you slapped his arm softly he moved so that you were under him. His arms took all of his weight, so that he didn’t crash you, and his lips continued moving against you. It was like that for a while; your lips together as if they were a part of a missing puzzle.

-          Wait. -you parted. -Wait, Marco. This is not right.

-          W-why? -he seemed truly upset. -It’s- I understand if you don’t see me this way, I-I can-

-          No! -you played with his necklace that was hanging between both of you. -You-you go from girl to girl, Marco. I don’t want to lose our friendship because of this.

-          I promise I want this as much as you. -he pecked your lips. -And if you let me, I can show you.

Again, your answer came with a kiss. Who knew Marco could kiss like that; it was like dancing in the rain, eating a fantastic meal, seeing the sun for the first time after a rainy week. It was the best thing you ever felt, and then you understood why all women were chasing that man. His kisses were intoxicating, and if it wasn’t for him going down your jaw, you could have been just kissing for ages.

Marco left a soft trail of pecks in your jaw, neck and collarbone, to finally start sucking a little mark in the last one. You moaned, trying not to be loud so that your neighbour didn’t know about your business. One of his hands travelled all over your skin, placing itself in the part of your body exposed by your shirt. Marco led his kisses back to your lips while his hand pushed your shirt away; you only parted ways to let it slide over your head, and, that time, you were the one pulling him closer, pressing your body against his. What started as a small grinding against each other, soon became a full make out session with tongue where he rubbed against your drenched panties.

-          Take out your pants, Y/N, please. -he begged; his cock was so hard that he was starting to lose focus.

-          I’m trying, get your big body off idiot. -you let out a little laugh, and then moaned when his hand squeezed your nipple through your bra.

-          Did you just call me fat? -he stood up and, when he came back, he was naked in all his glory.

-          Can you shut up? -you laughed again.

His mouth kept leaving kisses down your body until he arrived to your panties; and after leaving there one too, he took them off. As his breath touched your core, you let the loudest moan ever; and when he pressed his lips against your clit, you swore that it was already being your best summer. Without really knowing it, you caught the blonde’s heart and saved it in your back pocket.

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Those three months until Marco left were the best of your life; he proved himself as a serious guy. Took you out, planned amazing dates and made you feel the most incredible person in the world. The day he left, you went with him to the airport, and waited until his family had said goodbye to talk to him. You spend nearly fifteen minutes just hugging each other, crying and making promises. Watching him leave hurt more than what you could tell, and you only hoped that he kept his promises.

And he did, at least for the first year. Marco called you every day, did face-timing with you each chance he got, and when there was a free day, he was traveling at insane hours just to see you for a day. Everything was perfect, he was happy and you were more confident with yourself because of that. You were going out more, making more friends and loving what you were studying. He really enjoyed his time there, met amazing people and took part in small plays now and then.

Maybe that was the problem, maybe the problem was his busy schedule. You didn’t fight, never did; but then, you found yourself talking less and less to him. When you did, it was like if nothing had happened, yet you only saw him once a month if you were lucky.

“Sorry bambi, I need to study my lines for tomorrow”

“I wish I could go to see you acting, Marco, but finals start next week”

“Hey Y/N, I will call you later, I’m going out with the boys.”

“Baby, the girls are calling me. Can we talk tomorrow?”

It wasn’t any of your fault, but at the same time both of you were guilty. When you finished your degree in biology, you found yourself with your phone in one hand and a photo of the both of you in the other. It had been nearly a year since you talked to him, and you made the mistake of not calling him for your graduation out of fear; not knowing that, at the same time, he was thinking about calling you to tell you about his role in Vikings. Neither of you made that all, and with that what was left of your relationship died.

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Dublin was… full. It didn’t matter where you went, everywhere there was too much people. You wanted to eat? Every restaurant was crowded. Just a drink? Have luck finding an empty stool in a pub. You had just moved there, and you had had so many difficulties finding a flat that you nearly gave up your new job. You had been hired in a laboratory to investigate about bacterium; your dream job in a nightmare, what a paradox.

You had been lucky enough to find a little apartment outside the city; maybe it was too far away from your job, but it was quiet and worthy. Your roommate, Sophie, was a total sweetheart who wanted to be a model. She was blonde, tall, with blue eyes, gorgeous and with a perfect face; not to talk about her personality. Funny, outgoing and kind. You had clicked with her as soon as you met her two years ago.

It was your first year out of your university, and you already got a job; so it was Friday night and you were going to celebrate it. You were meeting some friends in a popular pub, with Sophie and her boyfriend; who you hadn’t met yet. She told you that he was bringing some friends over, because he didn’t want to be the only man. Secretly, she was telling you that it was your chance to find a man. But after Marco it felt impossible for you.

After your graduation, you tried to contact him again; he changed his number, stopped following you on Instagram and had become so famous that you couldn’t talk to him. You should have called his family, yet you thought it would be useless. What could you tell them? “Hi, I’m Y/N. I was wondering, can you ask Marco if we are still in a relationship?” The only comfort you got was seeing the first two episodes of his show, yet you couldn’t continue it since it made you cry. So close yet so far.

-          Blue or red? -you heard Sophie asking.

-          Blue.

-          You didn’t even look at it, Y/N! -she scoffed. -Come on, it has been months since I saw Jordan. I need a little help.

-          Soph, you’re beautiful. -you smiled, now looking at her. -It doesn’t matter what you wear because everything suits you.

-          Aren’t you a sweetheart. -she laughed. -But you weren’t looking, Y/N. What’s the matter? We can stay home, I don’t care.

As a good roommate, she knew how you hated big places and parties. With the years, you had become more outgoing; still, you got nervous and anxious when a big event was coming.

-          Are you crazy? -you frowned. -You haven’t seen Jordan for two months, Soph. Don’t be ridiculous.

-          I can meet him tomorrow. -she smiled, sitting beside you in the bed. -I won’t make you go if you don’t want to.

-          It’s okay, I’m fine. -you looked at her, grateful at her attitude. -Really. And if I want to come home, I will tell you.

-          And we will come back and watch The Last Kingdom until the sun comes out.

-          With popcorns and cheap ice-cream. -you laughed. -Come on, we’re going late!

You linked arms with her as you closed the door, and you walked towards the pub. Even if it was Friday night, there weren’t a lot of people in the streets; and you picked up some of your friends in your way. There was this annoying girl, Mary, that kept asking Sophie questions about his boyfriend. And you, as the good friend you were, pulled her away.

-          Thank God, Y/N. -she sighed, walking a little bit faster. -I’m worried that she might faint when she sees him.

-          What’s her deal? Does she know him or something?

-          Not face to face, but she has heard about him. As probably everybody here.

-          Why? -you frowned. -You didn’t tell me he’s famous.

-          He doesn’t like to talk about that, you know. -she looked at you. -Prefers to be known as a normal person. When I told you his name and you didn’t recognise him… I just thought it would be better that way.

-          It’s okay, Soph, I understand. -you smiled. -But if he knows important people, you better make him introduce me to someone famous.

-          He’s trying to get me a role in his show. -she blushed. -I don’t know, it’s something new.

-          What’s –

-          Jordan!

You couldn’t finish your question as, when you arrived to the pub, a man was waiting outside reading something in his mobile. He was tall, with brown hair and wide shoulders; as handsome as his girlfriend. They were totally a match made in heaven, you thought. When he heard his girlfriend shout, he looked up and smiled widely. After spinning her a while and kissing her with love, he let her down and said something in her ear.

-          Shut up! -she giggled. -Come on, I want you to meet her!

-          It’s time, yeah. -Jordan looked for you between your friends. -I need to know who’s my girl with while I’m away.

-          You’ve talked to him about me? -you gripped her arm a little too tightly.

-          Of course! You’re my best friend here, silly. -she whispered back, just as Jordan’s eyes found you.

-          There you are! -you were going to give him your hand, but he surprised you with a hug.

-          Oh, hi. -you laughed awkwardly between his arms. -I’m-I’m Y/N.

-          I’m Jordan, but you must know that already. -he smiled, but looked at you with a weird stare. -It’s a little random, sorry but- do I know you? You’re so familiar.

-          I haven’t show you any pictures yet. -Sophie said. -Don’t tell me you’ve met already!

-          Thing is, your face is familiar too. -you smiled. -But that’s probably because you’re an actor.

-          You told me she didn’t know, Sophie! -he looked at his girlfriend.

-          And she didn’t! But Mar-

Sophie was interrupted by said girl, Mary, who came running into Jordan to ask him for a photo. You waited by Sophie’s side thinking about Jordan. It was unusual for you to mess faces; and if you thought someone was familiar to you it was because you had seen them before. In the back of your brain a little bell was ringing, but you didn’t know why. Yet his face was awfully familiar to you. Soon, nearly all your friends had taken a photo with Jordan, and you headed inside. He told Sophie that he had bought some of his friends too, and you got the feeling that soon both of them would leave to be alone. You couldn’t blame them, you were happy for your roommate, yet you were already thinking of an excuse to leave early. Inside the pub, a lot of people were talking, dancing, drinking and playing pool. Your short height didn’t let you see where you were going, but Jordan signalled towards a pool table in a corner.

-          I can’t believe this is so crowded. -you complained.

-          It was the only place where fans don’t follow us. -Jordan replied, putting himself behind you and Sophie so that you didn’t get lost. -Young girls usually don’t come here.

-          That hard being famous? -you laughed. You liked Jordan; he was nice and easy to talk to.

-          Tell me about it. -he smiled. -Since we started in Vikings, it has been crazy.

-          Vi-vik-king-gs?

You tried to stop before arriving to the table, because you suddenly understood from where you knew Jordan. He was an actor in Vikings, the show that Marco was playing in. You really tried to stop walking, but Jordan didn’t notice and just pushed you a little forward, making you get out of the crowd and see his friends sitting there. All the girls who were in your group ran towards Alex and Marco, trying to sit as close as they could. Some of them started asking for pictures or tried to start a conversation, but Sophie stayed close to you, looking at your terrified stare with a frown.

-          Whats wrong? -she asked, not receiving an answer. -Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? Do you want to go out?

-          Soph. -you whispered, looking at her for the first time. -Soph, he’s here.

-          Wh-Marco? -her eyes widened at realization; she knew him, just didn’t know that the guy you talked about was him. -Oh my god, Y/N. It’s him. I’ve knew him all along and I didn’t know.

-          Soph. -you repeated, not knowing what to do.

-          I’m sorry Y/N, if I had-

-          Y/N? -Sophie shut up, and both of you kept looking at each other. -Y/N!

Along the years you had imagined your reunion in a lot of ways; he not remembering you, hating you because not calling him. You receiving an invitation to his weeding. What you did not expect was his arms wrapping around you so quickly that you nearly fell down. All of you were frozen for a moment, seeing as the famous actor was hugging a normal girl. Before the first tear could come out of your eye, you moved and hid your face in his shirt, hugging him back.

-          I knew it! -you heard Jordan said. -She’s the girl from the photos, I knew I’d seen her before! You see that, Sophie? I’m a genius!

-          Shut up, babe. -she sighed, dragging him away.

You could still hear some voices around you, and it took nearly ten minutes for him to let you go; then, you looked up. Marco was a grown adult. His hair was long and pulled in a beautiful bun, his face had some scrub and a little moustache. Also, he was taller and much wider than before. You thought then, that he was really a man.

-          I don’t know what to say. -you said truly, a small smile in your lips. -I’ve missed you.

-          Me too. -he smiled too. -Hey, Alex? Where is Jordan?

-          I don’t know man. -a black-haired guy answered. -He has left with his girl; we all know why.

-          I’m going to leave too. -he turned around to take his coat, surprising you all.

-          What? Dude, don’t leave me here! -Alex said with wide eyes.

-          Georgia’s here too, Alexander and Darren. -he smiled. -You’re not alone!

-          You’re the worst, Marco! -you heard him shout as you went away, with Marco’s arm around your shoulders.

He knew that Alex didn’t say that seriously. The guys knew about you; Y/N, the girl who stole his heart and never gave it back. So he understood that Marco was leaving with you. The cold air hit your face when he opened the door for you, but it was welcomed.

-          What are you doing? -you frowned.

-          Smoking, what do you think I’m doing? -he laughed, but stopped when you took it away. -Hey! They are expensive.

-          They are cheap compared to your health. -you said.

-          Always taking care of me, bambi. -he smiled, at there was a second of awkward silence. -So what are you doing here?

-          I’ve a job here, in a laboratory. I’m living with Sophie, Jordan’s girlfriend. -you said. -It’s my second month in Dublin.

-          In a laboratory? That’s good, Y/N! What you always wanted, isn’t it?

-          I guess. –“what I’ve always wanted is you”, but you didn’t say it. -And you? How…have you been?

-          Good. I’m playing in this show, which it’s becoming quiet famous.

-          Quiet famous? I would say world-wide famous. -you laughed softly. -You’re everywhere.

-          Have you seen it? -he asked with a glint of hope in his eyes, and you felt the worst person for crushing it.

-          I…Not really. -you moved your hands up and down your arms. -I tried, but it was kind of hard. Sorry.

-          Kind of hard? -he raised a brow.

-          You know, kind of hard. -you scoffed, seeing the mischievous smirk on his face.

-          No, I don’t know. -he took your face between his hands; with his back against the wall, he made you come closer until your chests were touching. -What was hard about seeing Vikings, bambi?

-          Marco. -you tried to say, as his hands made you pout your lips. -Dun be luk thut.

-          Are you saying something? -he laughed. -Because I can’t understand you.

-          U’m suing dun be luk thut! -you fought the smile out of your face.

It was like the old times; both of you laughing without a care in the world. If Marco said he didn’t miss you, he would be lying; he thought about you each day, had a photo of you in his wallet and talked about anyone he met about you. Having you between his arms again made his heart swell with love.

-          I wanted to call you. -he sighed, moving his arms down your waist. -I promise, I had the phone in my hands so many times. But you were going out more, having fun, and I didn’t want to be the stopping you.

-          You’re stupid, Marco. -you smiled.

-          Well, I know that. But it wasn’t only my fault!

-          What I’m saying, is that you weren’t stopping me. -you put your arms on his chest, and looked up at his eyes. -I didn’t call you because you were living your dream, and having me here would have only pulled you back.

-          There is nothing we can do now, bambi. -he smiled, touching your noses; just like the night he kissed you for the first time. -We’re still a couple, aren’t we? Or have some frat guy taken away my girl?

-          No one. Is there any Becca in your heart now?

-          Just you, Y/N. -he smiled, pulled you on your tip-toes until you were an inch apart. -You’re the only one who have my heart.

As the first night together, you kissed him and felt his smirk growing. It was all like back then; you kissed and made out like a teenagers, you went to your apartment and made love all night long. Except this times, your parents didn’t caught you; it was Jordan and Sophie, who had been doing the same in her room. The only thing that changed was that, this time, you did not only keep his heart, but you also kept the blonde-haired boy. Not for just three months, but for a whole happy life.

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Fever - Chapter 12

Reposting this chapter, because tumblr deleted it 🤦🤦

Paring: Alex x reader x Marco

World account: 3650

Warnings: 18+, lots of smut, NSFW

And the biggest thank you to @captstefanbrandt for correcting my mistakes 😘😘

You woke up in the morning and felt like shit. You know it was one of those days, when you feel grumpy and shitty for no reason. You yawned loudly and stretched your arms.  “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Alex chimed from the kitchen and your growled something incoherent. “What’s wrong, love?” Alex frowned and walked inside your bedroom.  “Nothing,” you said with your eyes still closed.  “Hey, look at me!” he demanded and you slowly opened your eyes.  “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked again. “Nothing, I just don’t feel well,” you sighed and closed your eyes again. “Are you sick, love?” Alex asked, worry clearly clouding his voice. “No, it’s nothing Alex, really. It’s just one of those days, when you don’t feel good,” you explained and looked into his beautiful blue eyes.  “Hey, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a little bit grumpy,” you smiled softly and kissed his nose. “Are you sure?” he asked in a playful voice. “Yes, just let me sleep and I will be fine,” you winked at him, but one look into his eyes told you that he had another plans.  “Oh no, no, I think you are sick, Y/N. Lie down, Doctor Alex will take care of you,” he smirked and gently pushed you back down on your bed. “I’m not in the mood, Alex!” you groaned grumpily but hummed when his lips landed on yours.  “That’s because you are sick, but Doctor Alex will make you feel better,” he said and bit your earlobe with his sharp teeth, sending shivers down your spine.  “How do you want to treat me, Doctor?” you said, playing along with him.  “We have to cure all the parts of your beautiful body, love,” he kissed you gently, playing with your tongue slowly, his hands lazily slipping under your sleeping shirt, making little circles on your belly. He made out with you for a few minutes and ended the kiss with a playful nibble on your bottom lip. “So I see that your mouth is cured, let’s move to another part of your body,” he smirked, took off your clothes and started covering your face and neck with kisses, occasionally biting and nibbling on your skin.  “Doctor, you will leave marks on my neck,” you complained.  “Good, everyone should see that your doctor knows what he’s doing!” he smirked cockily and sucked your neck harder, definitely leaving a hickey on your skin.  “Do you really feel the need to mark me?” you moaned when his tongue caressed your skin.  “Yes, I am very territorial,” his lips moved to your collarbone, finding imprints of his teeth, he had left on you two weeks ago. He sank his teeth into the same spot, making sure that the imprint of his teeth would stay on your body for another week.  “You are mine, love. I don’t want you to change your doctor,” he giggled and his hands started massaging your breasts. His thumbs flicked over your nipples while his little fingers caressed the silky skin under your boobs.  “Never. I am really satisfied with my doctor,” you bit your lip and groaned when he took your nipple into his mouth and bit down on it, pulling it with his teeth before letting it go, and moving to your other nipple, doing the same thing with it.  “I’m happy to hear it. So, miss Y/L/N, your breasts seem to be okay. The problem has to be somewhere else”.  “Are you sure doctor, my nipples still hurt?” you whined, wanting more of his attention on your hard buds.  “Really? Do you think I don’t treat you well? Do you really want to tell me how to do my job?” he asked darkly and twisted your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them harshly.  “I’m sorry doctor Aleeeex,” you moaned when his mouth and teeth were back on you. He brushed his tongue and teeth over your hard nipples again and again, sending shocks of electricity trough you. “It’s okay, but don’t do it again,” he warned you and his hand traveled to your mound.  “Let’s see what you are hiding here,” he smirked and spread you legs.  “I think I see the problem, Miss Y/L/N. You are extremely wet,” he said seriously, pretending to be concerned about your health. “We need to fix that,” he dove into your pussy without warning, lapping your juices, slurping them down, his hand kept your hips down on the mattress, because you wanted to move them against his mouth. You were moaning loudly, your brain wasn’t able to create words, you were putty in his hands. You felt your orgasm coming and he stopped sucking you exactly at the moment when he felt your walls starting to pulse around his tongue and mouth.  “Doctor!” you whined loudly. “I think that this problem is deeper than I thought, you need to be examined with something bigger,” he smirked and stroked his cock a couple times while looking at you hungrily. He entered you with one single thrust, making you scream his name loudly. Alex grabbed your hips and started slamming hard into you, causing you to cry out at the sudden force. He began at a punishing pace, thrusting all the way in and grinding his hips against your clit, before withdrawing almost all of the way, only to repeat the process over and over and over again. He reached down between your bodies and rubbed your clit with his fingers. Your pussy spasmed hard on his cock sending him over the edge too. He groaned your name and collapsed next to you.  “So what do you think, Doctor? Did you heal me?” you said out of breath. “I think I need to see you couple more times, you know, just to be sure, that you are okay,” he smirked and pulled you closer to him.

***********Later that day**********************

“Alex, Marco, are you home? “ you called when you entered their apartment. You heard some noise from the living room, and seconds later Alex walked into the hall.  “What are you doing here, Y/N? I thought you were at work?” he asked obviously nervous.  “I can work from home today. Are you okay?” you said and looked at him suspiciously.  “Yes, sure, but I have a visitor,” he said and went back to the living room.  “This is my friend Aida” he said and pointed at a beautiful girl with long black hair and even longer legs.  “And this is… Marco’s girlfriend Y/N” he introduced you and you raised your eyebrow. What the hell is this?  “Speaking about Marco, where is he?” you asked and ignored the lump in your throat.  “He should be home soon” Alex said, silently thanking you with his eyes for playing along with him.  “I should wait for him in my room. I mean in his room,” you said, still confused about this situation. Why the hell did he tell her that you are Marco’s girlfriend? He said multiple times that he is not ashamed of this relationship with you. You were about to leave them alone when you heard that Marco arrived home. You quickly ran to the hall and kissed him. “Hi kitten, I’m happy to see you too,” he smiled, surprised that you welcomed him like this.  “There is some girl in our living room and Alex told her that I’m your girlfriend. So play along,” you quickly explained and Marco frowned.  “Girl? What girl?” he asked and followed you to the living room. He said hi to Alex and you could feel his body tense when he saw the raven haired girl. “Oh, hi Aida,” he said, his voice cold as ice. “Hi Marco,” she said and ignored him and turned to Alex and started saying something in Danish. You frowned upon her rudeness and looked at Marco questioningly.  “Let’s go, kitten. I’m hungry,” he said and dragged you to the kitchen.  “What the hell was that? You know her? Who is she?” you asked and watched Marco’s angry face.  “It’s Aida, Alex’s ex.” He said shortly.  “Alex had a girlfriend? Alex ‘I don’t do girlfriends’ Andersen had a girlfriend?” you asked Marco with wide eyes.  “Yes, she was his first love and she broke his heart. She is the reason why Alex doesn’t have girlfriends. She is the reason why he’s only looking for casual sex. She is a bitch and I don’t understand what she is doing in my living room!” he hissed. You’ve never seen him so angry.  “What did she do to him?” you asked softly and took his hand in yours. “She and Alex used to be high school sweethearts. He truly loved her and it seemed that she loved him too, but the truth was that she loved only fame and money. Alex was a popular kid and he already started acting at high school, so she enjoyed being by his side. But then she met a very rich guy. He was 30 years older than her, but he had a lot of money, big house, sports cars… she dumped Alex and married this old creep,” he said and you listened to him with wide eyes.  “But what is she doing here, Marco? I didn’t like the way she was looking at him,” you said and frowned.  “I have no idea, have to talk to him as soon as that bitch will leave,” he sighed and hugged you. “Don’t worry, Y/N. She is probably here to have fun with him while visiting Dublin,” Marco said, but it really didn’t help you.  “Do you think that she might want him back? He is famous and rich now. And I am sure that he is better looking than her husband,” you asked, terrified that you could lose Alex. “No, I don’t think so. Don’t worry, kitten. Alex isn’t stupid. He won’t take her back. She really made him feel miserable. Alex usually thinks with his dick, but not this time,” he winked at you playfully. “Says the guy who keeps staring at my cleavage since he got back home,” you chuckled and nudged his ribs.  “It’s your fault, you look so delicious,” Marco smirked and pulled you in for a kiss.  “What are you doing?” you giggled. “Kissing my girlfriend,” he chuckled and tangled his hand into your hair and kissed you more firmly.  “I missed you,” he said and gently sucked that sweet spot on your neck.  “We can’t do this here, Marco,” you tried to protest, but moaned softly when he bit down on your neck.  “Why not?” his lips moved to your collar bone, nibbling gently on your skin.  “They are sitting in the next room!” you gasped when he unbuttoned your shirt.  “That makes things even more exciting, don’t you think, kitten?” he purred into your ear.  “Where is your bra, Y/N?” he added and bit your earlobe.  “I took it off before I walked in?” you confessed and blushed. “You are a little tease, aren’t you?” he grabbed your hips and placed you on the kitchen counter.  “I wanted to seduce you two,” you pouted and opened your mouth slightly, when Marco took your right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it passionately, his hand played with your left nipple. “Fuck, Marco,” you cursed quietly, when his mouth attacked your left nipple, he placed his teeth against it, biting down harder and harder as his fingers worked away on the other side. You looked up and looked straight into Alex’s blue eyes. He sat on the couch and had a perfect view on the kitchen counter. You could tell that he was pissed. Marco bit your nipple again and you rolled your eyes in pleasure. He smirked against your nipple and continued his assault on your breasts.  “Marco, Alex is looking at us,” you announced and his smirk grew wider.  “Good, he can see what he’s missing while he’s talking with that fake whore,” Marco’s lips left your breasts and headed south near your skirt and underwear.  “We shouldn’t do it here, Marco” you said again but shivered when he kissed your pussy through your panties.  “This is my kitchen and as he said you are my girlfriend, and I could eat you out here, whenever I want,” he said devilishly and slid your panties down your legs.  “Look at you, kitten. So beautiful, dripping wet for me,” nuzzling deep, he licked bottom to top, flattening his tongue wide, covering everything he could reach. You moaned quietly, your hand tangled in his long hair and tugged hard. His tongue was flicking over your clit and parting your lips to taste your depths. His long fingers teased your entrance for a while, his tongue made circles on your clit. You whimpered when he finally pushed his fingers into you. He started pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm. He looked at you through his eyelashes, and gently bit your sensitive clit. You let out a quiet moan and your legs wrapped around him.  “Faster, Marco!” you pleaded.  “I’ll go faster as soon as you start moaning louder for me, kitten,” he said casually and kept pumping his fingers into you slowly, his tongue played lazily with your clit.  “Marco, don’t be an asshole! It’s rude to have loud sex when you have visitors” you tried to reason with him.  “I don’t give a fuck about Aida. And Alex needs a little lesson, he can’t be always in charge!” Marco smiled darkly, curling up his fingers. You moaned a little bit louder, when he hit your g-spot.  “Louder,” he growled, but he picked up his pace.  “I can’t Marco, this is so wrong,” you gasped for air, and curled your toes, when his teeth flicked over your clit.  “Moan louder or I will stop!” he warned you. You bit your lip harshly and whined loudly when he moved his fingers faster and faster.  “That’s better, kitten. Now cum for me and look at Alex when you cum!” he ordered and his fingers pumped into you faster and deeper. Your G-spot was repeatedly attacked by his long fingers, while he sucked at your clit feverishly.  “Marco!” You came with his name on your lips, while looking into Alex’s eyes. Alex was staring at you the whole time, his eyes full of anger and jealousy. You felt sorry for him, but on the other hand, he could kick that girl out and join you two if he wanted. But he obviously wanted to hear whatever she wanted to tell him.  “I am not hungry anymore,” Marco smirked and wiped his mouth.  “You taste amazing, kitten,” he murmured into your ear, pushed his fingers into your mouth. You hummed when you tasted your juices on his fingers. You sucked his fingers clean, gently biting on his digits.  “You are perfect,” he praised you and kissed you passionately, sucking your tongue into his mouth, while buttoning up your shirt.  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he winked at you, and hid your panties into his pocket.

“You two are a very cute couple, don’t you think Alex?” Aida said sweetly when you walked into the living room.  “The cutest,” Alex replied his eyes were glued to you.  “How long are you together?”  “Four months I guess,” you shrugged. “Oh, so it’s still fresh. You seem like a sweet girl Y/N. Marco deserves someone like you, right Alex?” she said with fake smile on her lips.  “Oh, Marco deserves a lot of things!” Alex said darkly and you shivered. That look on his face reminded you of Ivar.  “We would love to talk with you, but we have better things to do,” Marco wiggled his eyebrow suggestively and dragged you into the bedroom. You were sure that Alex won’t be able to focus on his conversation with Aida anymore.  “Since when are you so evil?” you asked Marco when he slammed you against the wall. You were sure that they could hear that loud thud in the other room.  “Since that day when I saw my best friend talking with the biggest mistake of his life,” he said smugly.  “Oh, so you want to fuck me just to help him,” you giggled when he tossed you on the bed. “You can say it like that,” he winked at you and undressed you slowly.  “You are such a great friend,” you said ironically while taking off his shirt and pants. You whined lowly when you saw his hard dick pressing against his boxers. You took it off and licked your lips when you saw his leaking pre-cum. His tip was almost red. “This seems painful, Marco,” you teased him and ran your fingers over his length.  “Y/N” he moaned your name lowly and bucked his hips. You swirled your tongue around his leaking head, tasting the salty pre-cum on your tongue. You patted your tongue with his cock, enjoying the look on his face. You decided not to tease him, and took him into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and his hands tangled into your hair. He started fucking your mouth slowly. You hollowed your cheeks to give him more pleasure. You heard his hoarse moans, and sucked him even harder to make him cum in your mouth. You kept sucking and felt Marco’s dick growing harder and you knew he was about to explode. He groaned as he filled your mouth with his semen, you quickly swallowed his cum, and licked him clean.  “Look at you kitten, my cum is dripping down your chin and you look so fucking hot,” he praised you and wiped it from the corner of your mouth. You sucked his thumb, swallowing the last drop of his salty nectar.  “Lie down on the bed!” he commanded and you quickly obeyed. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him.  “Jesus kitten, one look at your slick folds makes me hard again” he said and his cock twitched again. You curled your finger, signaling him to come closer to you. Marco nestled between your legs and kissed you deeply. You kissed for a few minutes and you felt his cock being alive again. “Someone is ready again,” you giggled, but stopped when you saw the look in his eyes. They were full of lust and desire. His hand slide down your body and he smirked when he rubbed your pussy lips. “Are you so wet just from sucking me off?” he asked you smugly and you nodded, slightly blushing.  “You are so cute when you blush,” he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside you. You gasped when his cock stretched your pussy.  “Fuck, Marco,” you whimpered when he didn’t give you time to adjust to his size and began pistoning his hips, slamming in and out of your body. He fucked you fast and hard, just how you like that.  He wanted to make you moan his name loudly, you could see right through him. But you were too shy to do that. You didn’t like this Aida girl, but it still seemed rude to you, to start moaning loudly while she is in the other room. But Marco had a different opinion about this. He took your legs and pulled them to your shoulders so he could fuck you much deeper. He slowed down and kissed you deeply, savoring the kiss. His hand was suddenly on your throat, choking you, making you moan in pleasure. He was so deep inside you that his pelvis hit your clit every time he dove deeper into you. He squeezed your neck harder and you stopped giving a fuck about Aida or Alex in the next room.  “Marcoooo,” you yelled his name when he almost withdrew from you only to slam back into you forcefully. He moved his hips in such a good angle that he hit all the right spots in your pussy. You shouted his name over and over again like a prayer. You both came hard, your whole body trembling, Marco grunted into your ear, and collapsed on top of you. Alex stormed into your bedroom at the same time you came all over Marco’s cock. You smirked when you saw his obvious boner.  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked angrily.  “What do you think? Making my girlfriend cum,” Marco sassed and emphasized the word girlfriend.  “Where is Aida?” Marco asked and ignored Alex’s bitch face. “She left. So I should probably thank you two.” He sighed and his eyes softened.  “You didn’t want her to stay?” you asked carefully, afraid of his answer.  “No, I panicked when I saw her, it’s been too long.” He looked at you and realized that Marco filled you in. “She surprised me, she came only a few minutes before you, Y/N. Couple minutes with her alone was all I needed to realize that I don’t feel anything for her at anymore. She is in the past. I was wasting my time with her, I would much rather be here with you, being also the reason why you scream in pleasure,” he smiled and caressed your forehead. You smiled happily at him and he leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your head aside.  “You have to ask my boyfriend for permission,” you teased him and giggled. Alex chuckled and looked questioningly at Marco. Marco pulled you closer to him.  “I don’t feel like sharing her today, Alex! After all you need to learn a lesson,” he winked at his best friend and kissed you deeply in front of him.  “What should I do with this?” Alex whined and pointed at his hard cock.  “Use your hand, bro!” Marco replied cheekily and went back to ravishing your body. Alex sighed in defeat and left you two alone, agreeing that he kind of deserved that.

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[akamaiden]

Hola, may you please write #23“I’m proud of you.” and #60. “Cum for me.” for Marco Ilso? Something like the reader is his friend and he broke up with his long time girlfriend two months ago and she isn't sure if it's the right time to tell him about her feelings, but when she sees another girl flirting with him she makes her move? Sorry it's long 😊😊😊

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Marco so any feedback is highly appreciated. This gif belongs to @therealcalicali.

Pairing: Marco Ilsø x Reader.

Warnings: Smut, as always.

Words: 1613.

You had just arrived from work, you were putting your phone to charge. You turned it on and looked shocked at the twenty missed calls.

“Jesus,” you talked to yourself. 

All the calls were from Marco. You called him immediately, worried with him. He answered you at the first ring. 

“Y/N, I-i need you,” he sobbed on the phone.

“Marco, are you crying? What happened?” you asked. 

“Ashley, she just, she broke up with me,” he sobbed.

“Jesus. Try to calm your breath. Where are you?” you asked already grabbing your purse and the key of your car.

“H-home. Are you coming? Please, I need to talk to someone about this. It's all my fault,” he said.

“I'm coming,” you said already getting into your car.

You broke at least six traffic rules but you honestly didn't give a fuck. When you got into Marco's apartment the first thing you noticed it was his opened door. You quickly got inside and closed it behind you.

“Marco?” you said.

“Here,” he said.

You followed the sound of his voice and founder him sitting in the floor. 

“Hey, I'm here,” you said touching his shoulder gently.

“She left me and it's my fault,” he said.

“What happened, Marco?” you asked sitting at his side. 

“Remember that I made a test for Vikings?” he said.

“Yes, you were so excited about it,” you said.

“I'm in. I'll start on the next season, I'll be one of Ragnar's sons,” he said.

“This is amazing, Marco!” you said. 

“Yeah, I thought the same way. Before I said that this means passing a lot of time in Dublin,” he said.

You understood everything. Ashley was so jealous and possessive, obviously she made Marco choose between his role or her. But you were happy that he chose his role, instead of that fake blonde bitch.

“Do you think you made a bad call?” you asked carefully.

“I don't know, Y/N. I always wanted to have bigger roles and participating of one of the most watched tv shows at the moment is simply perfect. But I lost Ashley,” he said.

“Marco-” 

“What if she is right? That the role is no big deal and that I'm wasting time?” he said.

“Hey, hey. Stop it. It's your chance to show how good actor you are. If she didn't understand this, I'm sorry but she doesn't support you,” you said. 

“Maybe you're right, Y/N. Thanks for being such a great friend, can you stay here? We can buy pizza or something,” he said.

“This looks great, Marco,” you said.

It's been two months since Marco was single and everyday you asked yourself if it wasn't time for you to confess your feelings for him? It looks like a good ideia, but what if he didn't feel the same way? What if this fucked up your friendship. You simply couldn't risk it.

You were going pick Marco, he convinced you to get out with him. And considering that he would drink his ass off, you were going more to take care of him. 

When you arrived at the party he started drinking and dancing, at least he was having fun.

You saw one girl staring at him, you felt your heart tighten in your chest. It was a matter of seconds so she came closer and starting dancing with him. You turned your back to the scene, you didn't need to watch this.

“When will you tell him, Y/N?” Alex asked you.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Alex,” you tried.

“You're a terrible liar. I know you love him, it's written all over your face,” he said.

“Is that obvious?” you asked.

“I don't know why Marco didn't notice yet,” he said.

“It's pointless Alex. He'd never liked me. His ex looks like a super model, I'm nothing in front of her,” you said.

“Oh, stop it. You're beautiful, Y/N. Sooner or later Marco will notice this,” he said. 

“I hope you're right,” you said.

Before Alex could say something else, Marco came closer and hugged both of you. 

“Alex, my man, can you take care of Y/N?” he asked.

“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“I'm going have some fun to that beautiful blonde,” he said. 

“Marco, no. You can't,” you said without thinking straight.

“Why not? It's been two months, I need to get laid,” he said. 

Alex chuckled and left you alone, you looked over your shoulder and saw him dancing and talking with the girl.

“Because, I-i... I love you,” you said not looking at him, avoiding his judgmental look.

“You what?” he asked lifting your chin.

“I love you, but I know that you don't feel the same way and of course you deserve better than the clumsy and silly me. If you prefer I can give you some time, you know...” you said.

“You're not silly. Clumsy? Well, you definitely are. But I think it's the cutest thing. I never imagined that,” he said.

“It's been such a long time, but you were always fooling around with random girls so I thought-”

“You thought wrong, my dear. You're right, I can't go with nobody else but you,” he said and kissed you. 

God, he was finally kissing you. You imagined this so many times and still, it was even better than your sweetest dreams.

His tongue easily dominated yours, he was sucking your tongue, dominating the kiss while he was pressing your hips.

When breath became a necessity, you said, “Let me take you out of here,”

You drove insanely, breaking at least two traffic rules but again, you didn't give a fuck about it. 

It was the millionth time that you were going to his apartment but this time was different, the sexual tension it was so thick that if you had a knife it would be possible to cut it off.

When you got inside the elevator, he didn't lost time and he pressed a button that made the elevator got stuck. 

He slammed you against the wall and immediately you felt his mouth on your neck, trying to devour you. 

“Marco,” you moaned.

“Shhh, I can't wait until we get at my place. I need you now and I honestly didn't give a fuck about where we are. Do you?” he asked pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress, making you whimper on his arms.

“Someone can see us,” you tried to reason with him.

“Then put a show for them,” he snaking his hand to your panties.

You could feel him smirking when he saw how wet you were for him.

“You're too wet for someone who doesn't want this, don't you think?” he asked circling your clit, after putting your panties aside.

“Marco,” you moaned his name. 

You felt like your body was on fire, he barely started and you simply lost the capacity to think coherently.

He took off your panties and slid two fingers into your pussy and you started riding his hand. 

“Look at you, Y/N. Look at you riding my fingers, fucking yourself on them,” he said pulling your hair, forcing you to stare at your reflection on the mirror of the elevator.

He started curling his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“I-i... Shit, you'll make me cum so hard, Marco, babe,” you managed to say between moans.

“Then cum. Cum for me, kitten,” he said sucking that sweet spot of your neck.

You came hard yelling his name feeling the orgasm wash your body. He hugged you tightly and you felt his hardness pressed against your ass. 

“Are you that hard for me?” you said.

He nodded, “I'm gonna fucking ruin you,”

You turned around and kissed him while your hands were working on his pants, once you freed his cock you stroked them a couple times, getting him ready for you.

He picked you on his arms and putted you sitting in the safety bar of the elevator and without wasting more time he slammed into you.

“Fuck,” you squealed.

He smiled and started thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was so deep into, he found your g-spot and started hitting it repeatedly, making you see stars. 

“You feel so good around my cock, kitten. Look at you, you're taking my cock so eagerly,” he said. 

“Marco, you're so deep into me and it feels so gooood,” you said with your eyes closed. Your hands were on his neck, scratching and caressing him.

“C'mon open your eyes,” he said.

You opened your eyes and got lost into his dark green eyes shining in pure lust.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my cock, Y/N,” he said pulling your hair with one hand and the other he slapped your ass hard. 

You came yelling his name, lost in so much pleasure. He thrusted you two more times but when he felt you clenching around him, he spilled himself into your cunt. 

You jumped on his arms and he hugged you tightly. “I’m proud of you,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked trying to catch your breath.

“You're so shy but still, you putted a show for the security personnel.

“Shit, Marco! Where are my panties?” you asked. 

“This one here?” he asked showing you your lace panties that was wrapped around his finger.

“Give it to me!” you squealed. 

He laughed and pressed the button again and the elevator started working once again. 

“Not now, kitten. Come here, we still have the whole night before I'll give you this,” he said.

And you simply understood that he wouldn't give your panties, not any time soon at least.

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[happydaysandersen]

Imagine going on holiday, your husband Marco and son sharing a jet ski as you rode infront. Rolling your eyes over how of course your husband wouldn’t let your son sit in the front and at the very least ‘pretend’ to drive the ski.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Hvitserk/Marco Ilsø (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/8pHXloMCKS Any and all short stories for Hvitserk/Marco Ilsø

For those using Wattpad, here are all of my Hvitserk/Marco fics. 

[car-karaoke]

Imagine Marco having a huge thing for you but you have no clue

"I'm gunna go tell her!!" Jordan yelled jokingly, taking off out of Marco's room. Marco sprang up off his bed and ran after him

"DON'T YOU DARE!!" He yelled

Jordan stopped right away so he didn't get tackled. "Oh come on man! You've gotta tell her eventually! Literally EVERYONE already knows!" He laughed

"Yeah well Y/N doesn't know! And it's staying that way until it's the right moment!" Marco mumbled

"Hey guys!" You rang out happily, waving to them as you approached them. "Wanna catch a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, we should! Right Marco?" Jordan smirked and elbowed him in the ribs

~~at the restaurant ~~

"How is your day guys?" You asked them curiously as you ate your meal. Jordan interrupted right as Marco was going to say something

"Pretty good so far, Marco's been trying to figure out the right time to confess his feelings for a special someone, so I've been giving him some advice" Jordan smirked and bit his lip, unable to help himself. You immediately blushed and tried to show interest and not jealousy over his crush

"So who's the lucky lady Marco??" You asked in a voice higher than usual. Marco shuffled uncomfortably in his seat

"Uhh..." he stammered, shoving his mouth with more food

Jordan decided to pipe up, knowing you have feelings for Marco as well. "Why do you say 'lucky lady', huh Y/N?" You blushed again, avoiding Marco's stare

"Ya know...he's just...an awesome guy...anyone would be lucky to date him" you said shyly, peeking up to see Marco's eyes twinkling with happiness

"Anyone?" He said with a confident smile "Like you?"

"Like me" you agreed confidently

With that, Jordan just smiled and obviously cleared his throat and stood up. "SO! I'm just going to leave you two here....finally" he laughed and shook his head mumbling under his breath. "About. Damn. Time"

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[aaalllice]

Heyy x3 could you do a Marco ilsø x fan reader? Like at a comic con she gets an autograph and hes just amazed? Maybe some jealousy (im a sucker for that xD) when she goes to Alex? Thank you <3

Let’s hope you gonna like it !

I’ve never been to a comic con, there’s probably mistakes

Warning : none, so enjoy !

You and Marco

Friday, April 22, 10 pm

I just arrived in my hotel room, first reflex I drop my stuff and lie on the bed, comfortable…A few seconds later I stand up and turn my head towards the only window of the room, outside the sky was grey and big clouds were approaching not announcing anything good, hoping that tomorrow morning the rain won’t be there, I don’t want to look like a mop, I get up rubbing my hands on my shoulders to warm me up, it’s freezing if I don’t want to be sick tomorrow I have to put on a vest. I approach my suitcase, lift it and put it on my bed without delicacy, after I put the piece of cloth on my shoulders, I start to put my belongings on the room shelf. I mustn’t forget to take the gifts, knowing myself between stress and excitement, I will forget them The sound of my phone ringing startles me, it's my best friend, I pick up

hi ; where are you !? ; she has an unusual voice

I’m fine thank you ; I start making random steps in my room

I’m at your house, but apparently, you’re not! ;

I went to Germany for the weekend ;

What, you went on vacation without me! ;

I’m at a comic con ; … ;

hello? ;

you’re at the German comic con ; bravo you remember ! ; I’m obviously ironic, I had already told her about it, she could have come with me, but she doesn’t like Vikings…

Yeah, it’s good, I drank a little, sooo ;

you can stay at my house if you want ;

serious ? ;

I’m sure you’re already lying on my couch with something to eat ;

Maybe; I hear her yawning uhh, otherwise, what’s new since this morning ?;

hello ? ;

the sound of his snoring was heard ;

ok good night ;

I hang up and go back to my business

an hour later ~

I just finished tidying up, I put the presents on the bed, I finally found the radiator, the room temperature will warm up soon and I ordered food, waiting I sat on the floor to review my schedule for tomorrow, unfortunately, I could only afford one day but we will enjoy it, my day will boil down to waiting, waiting for autographs and still waiting to take pictures, but it’s worth it, imagine meeting Ivar the Boneless !!!

I get up suddenly, hold up my ticket and jump around my bed like a child, after that moment of euphoria, I lie on my back, I start to imagine scenarios, imagine Alex dropping me at the back of the line and making me double-cross everyone, imagine that we get along well, imagine that we become friends or best friend! imagine that he introduces me to all the cast and that he appreciates me all! imagine going to party with them!!!

The sound of my phone notification brings me back to reality, I look at the screen, my belly gargoyle, my food is there! It’s sleep time, I just got out of the shower and headed for my bed which looks more comfortable than when I arrived, I grab my phone and sit comfortably under the cover, the temperature was nice, the sheets are soft, everything is perfect, I launch my playlist puts on my headphones and turns off the light, and it’s back to imagine fake scenarios Weird I don’t think too much about tomorrow, I go more into a fantastic world, some music later, music "until I fond you" begins to ring in my ears, as soon as a man’s face appears, we lie in the hotel bed, the sunlight passes through the window what allows me to better distinguish the face of the man who sleeps on my belly is… Marco!

He smiles at me, with his angelic smile, and approaches me, to place a kiss on my forehead, then he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he was shirtless, which allowed me to look better at detailing his back well drawing, I wait for the shower water to run, an irresistible need to join him takes me, I hardly get up, the sound of his voice comes out of the bathroom, "need help ?", I did not answer but I could not hold my smile, I moved with a little difficulty, arrived, I lean back to the frame of the door, Marco was finishing shaving his beard, he turned his head with a surprised look on his face, but began to smile very quickly, "I was going to come to get you", he rinses his face and approaches, he puts his hand around my waist, I kiss his chest "come with me in the shower", he had a little laugh, he put his hands under my thighs and lifted me, I felt the steam of hot water and Marco’s lips coming closer, but unfortunately the music ended which brought me back to reality, shit! It was so realistic… Let’s hope I'm gonna dream about that! I turn the light back on, grab my book and start my reading, still a little out of it because of this "amazing" fake scenario.

9 am

My alarm clock rings, but my eyes refuse to open and my body to move, after a few seconds I finally decide to extend my arm to stop this unbearable ringing, I stretch myself painfully, then get up, before anything I will take a shower, What better way to wake up than a warm shower. Once I get up, dress up, make up and do my hair, I go to my bag, check my things, and pick up my phone, 10 am, it’s time to go, I grab the key to the room, and out, it’s grey but no rain in sight, I’m waiting for the cab that’s supposed to drive me to the comic con… Damn it! As soon as I got out of the hotel, I realized that I had obviously forgotten the gifts, I hurried up, before my taxi arrived Only 30 minutes to go before arriving, I’m overexcited, my right leg gives small strokes on the ground, and I stress.

Here I am inside, Just in time as the rain begins to fall outside, there is no way that there are people, the comic was suitable to open some minute ago, and already queues started to form I walk between the stands, I have to control the desire to buy everything, I remember that I have no more money, I put everything in this weekend (well almost everything, I still have to pay my rent),    I walk between the stands, and admire the various exhibitions.

A voice announcement that different actors have arrived at their signing booths, and that they will soon be ready, people have started to run like crazy, all in the same direction, I guess it must be around here

I’ve been waiting in line for 1 hour, and to be honest, I don’t know who I’m going to see Jordan maybe? I got in through the crowd, and I couldn’t see where I was going but well it doesn’t matter, but in any case, Alex didn’t notice me as by miracle in the crowd, as I had imagined. After a few minutes and some fangirl fainting, I finally get to see the actor, and it was Alex, the more time passes the more I can’t wait Waiting for my turn, I look at the booth next door, it was Marco he was on break for a few minutes, I am super-happy to see Alex and to be able to talk to him, I had hoped to see and talk to Marco. I had planned to see all the actors of the Vikings present but seeing the world I think it would be impossible for this morning, but it is not a great loss, this afternoon it is the photos, 

37 minutes and 32 seconds later only two people left and it’s my turn hi ; Alex makes me a gesture to move forward Are you okay ? ; He looks at me waiting for an answer I blink quickly and mouse embarrassed Yeah, sorry, I’m fine ; Don’t worry, you’re not the first one that happens ; I imagine ; so what do I sign ? ; I give him a miniature posture of a Vikings season 6 poster You can sign this, please ; of course ; he takes the poster and sits at his table

A hand is placed on his shoulder of Alex who jumps into contact with this gesture, we lift our head at the same time toward the owner of the hand,          My brain freezes, my blood freezes and my cheeks get even redder you made me miss my signature ; idiot, it's always missed your signature ; Marco, did you finish your pose ? ; Yeah ; he looked up at me and smiled Sorry ; w wh why ? ; my voice trembles, I want to slap myself, pick up, he’ll find you strange for the signature ; oh it doesn’t matter, it’s not a big deal ; I feel like my head is going to explode Come to my booth, I’ll give you a better signature than this idiot ;

Alex raised his head and slightly pushed Marco making him laugh, he saluted him and went back to sit down, and gave me a last look before welcoming the fans I think I can die in peace, Marco invited me to his booth… it doesn’t mean anything but in my head, I’m going to get married and have two kids with him, take it back, damn it

for you ; Alex hands me my poster Thanks, uh, I’ve, uh; I’m frantically rummaging through my tote bag a gift? ;

yes ; I give him a stuffed bear dressed up as Ivar the boneless he thanks me in his arms, and it’s already time to leave, I have to leave the place, I turn my head to Marco who looks at me and beckons me to come 

don’t worry Marco she’s coming, she’s not going to fly away ; shout Alex in an ironic tone a heat runs through my body, I smile, and I feel my cheeks warm come ; Marco’s voice echoes in my head as I head towards him, his eyes are on me, and even if his smile is meant to reassure me, I can’t help trembling slightly hi ; I was in front of him… he was standing, I had to raise my head to see his face

I don’t want to disturb, I can keep waiting in line ; I look at the people behind me who are watching us attentively don’t worry, you won’t have time to get back in line, there are too many people ; he holds out his hand FIRST reflex, I put my hand in his….

It took a few seconds for me to realize what I’m doing, so… we’re holding hands, but why did I do that!? , he reached out to me to give him my poster, not that I give him my hand! He had a cute little laugh, which brought me back to reality I’m so sorry ; I take my hand off right away, I don’t even dare look at it, but why did I do that!?

this is the first time that some do this to me; he laughs and I do the same I give him the poster, he takes it and with his other hand he grabs mine, and goes towards his table makes me stop next to the chair, and he sits down gently letting go of my hand, of course, I'm still red

well well well ; he takes his black mark and starts signing I prefer Alex’s ; I was leaning over her shoulder

what ? ; he lifts his head to look at me Alex’s signature is better; I smile sarcastically, and he smiles back

You have no right; he belittles the head to look at his signature

why ?; slightly destabilize because you have no right to choose Alex over me ; he raises his head, hands me my poster and makes me smile mischievously

is that clear ? ; I laugh a little nervous Yes, sir; I take my poster he gets up and looks at me smiling thank you for signing; I said goodbye with my hand and moved towards the exit

where are you going? I turn to see Marco’s face a little confused

where am I going? I’m as confused as he is Yeah, where are you going? I don’t even know what your name is? ; 

oh, uh y/n, enchanting ; why did I say that’s, stupid                                              Marco, nice to meet you ; he shakes my hand

Now that we know each other, I go or…;

you’re leaving? ; a disappointed look appears on his face

I think so, you have to sign more posters ; I smile at his puppy face Alex has the right to a surprise, a hugh and I don’t ? ; He made a dramatic gesture with his hand

oh, yes, no well yes I have something for you too, I have something, of course ; he began to laugh softly

I can’t find the gift I made for Marco I whisper to myself where you put it, where you put the little present for my Marco his laughter grew louder, which made me realize that I spoke a little too loudly

I’m sorry I forget it in my hotel room ; I look at him with a sorry look

really ? ; he seemed to be disappointed Yeah, sorry… ;

Go say it, that you did it on purpose, that you prefer Alex ; no no, I uh I think you heard what I just said anyway ; I’m making a little smile to hide my gene heard

what ? ; he’s getting closer to me, with a stupid fake look on his face nothing, Marco, nothing ; I get a little closer to his face and give him a sarcastic smile

goood Marco, you work or you flirt ? ; Alex, she hates me so much that she didn’t even bring me a present ; my cheeks that were refreshed, go red again let them down,

I’m irresistible, she’s already under the spell, you can’t go after me ; please gentlemen; a security guard was getting closer to us                          yes sorry ;

oh uh yeah I’m going ; I’m heading out this time for good

see you later y/n ; he winked at me and went back to his autographs

What the hell just happened?! I barely realize, that the voice in the speaker, indicates that the photos with the actors will start in 45 min Already? But it’s a few hours? I’m taking my phone out, 2 pm, already!? I think I’ve heard so much! I have to find something to eat and especially a place to sit and recover from my emotions

I searched everywhere, I couldn’t find a free place, so I sat outside, next to a small rescue door The sky was always gray but the rain had stopped, I’m enjoying my meal looking into the void, I can not believe what happened... the scene goes back and forth in my head,                                                            I held his hand there... I began to laugh alone on the moment I was very embarrassed but start it was nice, as if all his hours dreamed was become reality

But let’s be realistic, in a few minutes I’m going to take a picture with him, then come back and never see him again (in real life), each of us is going to go back to our life, and he’s going to forget my name and forget my existence

Besides, I think he’s already forgotten me, and anyway, it’s okay, it’s life, who do I think I am, the main character? no, otherwise I would have kissed him and right now we’d be hand in hand planning our first couple trip The sound of rain comes out of me but thinking, SHIT, I’m going to be soaked, I throw the paper from my snack in the trash next to me and head for the little door

Fortunately, I am only a little wet and with the heat of the big room I will quickly dry I think it’s time to head to the photo booth, I’m slowly moving forward trying to dodge the world but obviously a crowd movement is leading me to oppose it from where I want to go

After a few nudges, I can get myself out of the herd of people who are heading somewhere I arrive, finally "I arrive" and place myself in the queue, it will be long, I feel the headache coming, between the noise and the heat I have the impression that I will faint, fortunately I bought a bottle of water (which cost me dearly, damn it)

After 2 hours of waiting it’s my turn soon, I’m impatient, I’m going to see Marco again !

I give my ticket to a lady who lets me pass in front of a blue background where Alex and Marco were talking, Marco noticed me coming over Alex’s shoulder and gave me a big smile, which made Alex turn around.

Hey, but I know you ?! ; he opens his arms to hold me in his arms, Marco puts his hand on Alex’s shoulder to stop the hug

my turn ; he steps forward and I do the same, red as a tomato

please ; the photographer seemed to want the day to end, a chance for him, the comic con ends soon

what you want to do ; ask Alex Um, I had an idea ;

tell us ; said Marco with a rather perverse smile, which made me laugh

You know the same, where there’s a guy and a girl walking down the street and, you know what, I’ll show you ; I pull out my phone, and they get closer  *shows the same*

oh yes, I know ; Marco raised his head to look at me

so, who does who? ; asks Alex

y/n and I hold hands ; he takes my hand abruptly, and sets himself up to do like the girl in blue, Alex laughs shaking his head and places himself in the same position as the woman in red

Okay, 3 2 1 ; the photographer looks at the photo and gives us a sign that he will take another one

The detention between me and Marco had gone up, although it’s a nice feeling, I think I’ll relax the atmosphere

Alex has a nice butt...; too bad can’t see his reaction, I hear him, choke slightly

the sound of the puddle makes me slightly jump or it is the pressure of Marco’s hand on mine that disturbed me

perfect, thanks ; the photographer goes to a big print and takes out the photos

thank you for coming ; said Alex hug me again

your finish uh ?!, you will suffocate her ; Marco made a false look full of reproach, we laugh slightly I take the pictures

thank you very much for your time, guys  ; 

Marco gently puts his hand behind my back If you don’t know where to go during the summer holidays, come to Denmark, you’ll see it’s super beautiful...; I don’t know why but I do the same thing I put my hand on his back, is this moment real? yeah, why not ; I smiled at her slightly but it’s time to go, so I walk away while saying goodbye

after some second walk in an empty corridor, I arrive in the main room, it is time to leave, where is the exit?

Y/N! ; I turn around to see who pronounces my name (although I certainly don’t get called because I don’t know anyone here)

It was Marco, he stood between the hallway, which I had just crossed, he smiled and waved to me to join him

Are you okay? ; What’s he doing here, he doesn’t have any more photos to take? yes very good is just, that euh ; he gets interrupted by the speakers

*Photo booth closes* *Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

oh you finished your day ; exactly, and I was wondering ; he stops talking and looks me right in the eye Yeah, Marco, what were you wondering? ; he laughs slightly, he must think himself stupid, but I find him cute to blush slightly, for once it’s not me

I wonder if, uh, how to say, would you be willing to lend me your phone number? ; he smiled embarrassed but a bit charming

oh my God! oh my God! oh my God! it’s not possible! , ok breathe and calm down but oh my God!!!

Lend? ; I try to stay calm .                                                                                      Um, yeah, so I’m giving you a coffee and uh ; I see he’s trying to be confident, but he’s stressed out I can’t believe it! It’s happening to me! a coffee? super! ; his face relaxes, he gives me a wide smile 

great! yeah ; he makes a small gesture of victory, which makes me laugh, how it’s possible to be so cute and so handsome (I think it’s criminal)

Um, will there be Alex? ; He raised an eyebrow no, no, not Alex ; he seemed a little upset by my remark, even though he was pretending not to

I have to catch up, obviously I wanted to be alone with him, but I prefer to ask so much the better ; I wink at him he began to laugh

sorry I ; don’t apologize for being jealous ; I’ll give him a slight pat on the arm jealous ? no, i’m not jealous ; he says laughing

are you sure? ; I tease him just because Alex got a gift and I didn’t ; we laugh there was a moment of silence, we looked at each other without saying anything

*Dear visitors the comic con will soon close, take your time, but please start heading out, thank you*

I think I have to go ; your number, first ; oh yes ; he hands me his phone, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it! After registering my number in his phone, he offered to take me to the exit and to wait for my taxi together

Marco and I have been sitting on a wall talking for five minutes. I can’t believe, the conversation is going so well, it’s relaunching, after this tiring day that we both spent

He’s very nice in person, and he seems very attentive to what I’m saying, we get along, and we laugh, I find him very charming OK yes I find him handsome , and I have already imagined several times my life with him, but here this conversation, sweet and fun between two real humans is incredible and simple at the same time.

Unfortunately, a taxi is careful to quote us

I think it’s for you ; Marco gets up and holds out his hand, I grab it and lift me up

thank you ; he had a laugh

send me a message when you arrive, ok ? ; he opens the door 

thank you ; I sit in the back seat and greet the driver, the inside of the car was old brown leather, which made it look dark, there was a slight smell of cigarette and the radio passed an old German music air                                                      Marco closes the door, and I open the window

text me when you arrive ; he gets closer and bends over to see me better ok ; we looked at each other with a stupid smile on our faces, without saying anything, without doing anything, this moment is not awkward, it’s just pleasant the engine noise gets louder, I feel the car moving, Marco steps back a bit so as not to get his feet crushed he signs me goodbye and I do the same the car turns to the right and rushes into a street and Marco’s silhouette would disappear from my sight

On the way, I think back to our discussion, which was the most mundane but the most sweet and fun I’ve ever had, I think back to his smiles and his laughter and his eyes looking at me, to his body so close to mine, I dreamed of moments like thisthis, but this was real, and a thousand times better than my dreams

I walk into my room, the cold that reigns and worse than yesterday, I put my bag down, I rush on the heat and turn it on, I don’t remember turning it off on my side this morning, I sit on the bed, and take off my shoes and my jacket, I wish Marco was there to keep me warm, I had a little pevers smile looking at my pillows

7pm I’d been home an hour, and the only thing I could do was take a shower so here I am in hot water, humming songs and foaming soap on my body I let my mind wander, relax after this day filled with emotions

*knock knock*

Marco ? ; His name had escaped my lips, I don’t feel a bit stupid, it was obviously not him... what if?

I turn off the water, go out and wrap a servite around me, I look in the half-foggy mirror, I look pathetic, my hair wet, my skin reddened (by warm water) and my mascara which is not very well gone But whatever, I open the bathroom door and run to the front door.

Nobody, there was nobody, the hallway was empty, disappointed I lowered my head a little on the ground, a bag, a bag of food

but yes, that I am stupid, I was ordered to eat and I did not see the time passing, I laugh a little, find me stupid to have thought that Marco would be there

I go home with the bag of food still warm, and starve on the bed, and start eating

Marco... I’m stupid ; I start laughing all by myself Marco?! I forgot! I forgot to tell him I got here, damn it!

Where’s my phone, or I put it, it’s when you need it most that’s not there FIND, at the foot of the bed, what is it doing there?!

2 missed calls 3 messages

shit

in my life, I prefer to communicate by message, I find it simpler and less annoying, but I wasn’t thinking about it, and I call them It rings, why was I calling them?! a message would have sufficed, I hesitate to hang up but he picks up

Did you see the time? ; He looked ironic I have arrived ; I answer in the same tone as him I thought I’d have to come see if you had arrived well ; still ironic, but he could have been serious ah yeah ? ;                                                                                                        yeah ;

un silence s'instale, je ne sais pas quoi dire, j'aimerais le revoir mais quand ?, et est ce que lui veut me revoir?, oui il veut sinon il ne n'aurait pas demander mon numero de telephone, mais demain je pars, et lui il a la comic con,...

y/n ; yes? ; tomorrow, you ? ; No, I, uh, I wouldn’t be here ; oh too bad ; Yeah, I wish I could have seen you on stage ; I would have liked to see you in the crowd ; it would have been cool ; yeah ; yeah ; What time are you leaving? ; Wait ; I rush to my bag, and take out my ticket I have to be at the airport around 11 am ;

there was a silence and you start at what time tomorrow Marco? ; I have to be there at 2:00; we could meet! wait maybe he doesn’t want ok ok, good luck; thank you;

Go y/n ask for a coffee “date”, or just a short walk to change his mind I risk what? that he says no, that I become embarrassed and that the situation is embarrassing and that I ruin the little chance that I have Be brave, damn it!

tomorrow 10 am, in the bar you want, is that okay? ; There was a silence, shit he’s going to say no... Marco? ; perfect, 10 in front of your hotel, I go to take ; a stewardship joy does not invade (and a huge stress too) great ; I can’t help smiling foolishly I’ll take you to the airport ; oh uh thank you, that’s nice ;

the conversation ended with good-byes tomorrow,

a minute of silence for my soul who has just left my body I can’t believe I have a "date" with Marco Ilso!!!!

What am I gonna wear, I got nothing!!

Apr 23 9 : 30 am

in front of my mirror, I look at myself one last time to be sure that everything is fine, I do a simple hairstyle, a simple make-up, my outfit...I did with what I had, but at least with my 4 layers of clothes I wouldn’t get cold, even though I look like my woodcutter who drank way too many beers

*notification noise* I look at my phone

From Marco <3: I’m waiting for you downstairs

I grab my stuff, look one last time at the room to see if I forgot anything, everything is good I can leave

He stood in front of the reception, dressing well, styling well and beautifully beautiful, for a moment I considered running away, I’m ashamed, imagine a person like me with him, a fan, I’m just a fan... too late he saw me, he beckons me and gets closer

hi, y/n ; hi Marco ; Let me help you ; he put his hand on the handle of my little suitcase oh it’s okay I can do it ; I was a little embarrassed I know ; he took it and motioned me to follow him, outside a taxi waiting for us Once inside a banal conversation began, also side by side, shoulder to shoulder

oh, I was going to forget ; I’m going through my bag, under Marco’s watchful eyes

and there it is ; I give him a small cardboard box what is it ; he prices it carefully a gift ; I smile at him                                                                                                really, I’m entitled to a gift? ; he looks at me smiling Yeah, well, it’s not exactly for you ; what? ; he looked confused open ; I push his shoulder he opened, and began to laugh oh ; What ?! you don’t like it, he’s not gonna like it? ; no, it is perfect, Pablo will love it ; he turns to me with a big smile great ; our face was close, smiling and alaise but very close

he’ll smile, I do the same he gets a little closer to me, I do the same he puts his hand on my cheek, I put my hands on the back of his neck envy, electricity and butterflies paradise, quick and shy, but adorable we look at each other, smiling like children

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I won’t tell you what happened next, because it’s a secret A well-kept secret between me and Marco Is our date go well, probably Did we keep talking by message, maybe Did we meet again after, who knows

but what I can tell you is that the fake scenario imagined in this hotel room may have become reality and it’s much better in real life (with some real good sensation)

end

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