#vikings drabble

[miss-madness67]

It Is You (Ivar The Boneless)

Ivar the Boneless drabble

Imagine you are the one that catches Ivar's eyes, not Freydis.

The crowd is overly excited by the army’s return to Kattegat, they had finally avenged the death of Ragnar Lothbrok. I had not taken long to recruit the great heathen army, and less to decimate the Saxons. Most of the hassle had been travel discrepancies and what to do after. Now with all that finally over, Vikings have a chance to celebrate victory. It is no surprise, then, when the great hall is completely packed with drunk people in the late hours of the night. The celebration of the great heathen army’s conquest is something to brag about, and Ivar the Boneless is doing precisely that.

You have never seen the Viking prince in person, considering that you are not a shieldmaiden, and could not go to avenge Ragnar. Also, you grew up in Ringerike, not Kattegat, thus you never encountered him during your childhood. You have heard the stories, though, not only the most recent ones about his victory against the Saxons, but also those speaking of his cruelty and quick temper. And so when you came to welcome your brother back from fighting in England, it was not in your plan to cross paths with Ivar the Boneless. However, once you entered the great hall, your destiny was entangled with his.

He is not the only man that stares at you more than he should, but his gaze is so intense that you can not shake it off. It burns through your skin like fire, stealing all of your attention from your brother’s words. When you look up, Ivar is already glancing your way. He does not smile or try to approach you like the rest of the men, he just stares.  His look is heated but not loaded with anger, it is something else. No one has ever gazed at you like that, it has such desire and amazement. It makes you feel like a goddess. So, while your brother is still talking, you leave his side to introduce yourself to the cruel prince. That is the first step that changes your life.

Tags: @cdauni @justsomecreaturewandering

[ryuzakemo128]

Björn Ironside x reader : "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

Please and thank you💙

I hope you like this and fits with what you might want.

Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x reader

Genre: Angst

Requested? Yes

Prompt: "I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."

Content Warning: Possible mention of death, illness, disorders and disease. If any of these topics trigger or make you feel a certain way. I urge you to click off and preserve your mental health. As it's important to care for your mental health as well as your physical health.

You were unwell, bedridden for months, your fragile body refusing to move. Refused to obey. "[Y/N]" Bjorn said, his voice both harsh and commanding. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. It was as if he expected you to have told him about this before. As if he expected you to reveal everything to him when he wanted you to. Your lips curled into a snarl, a silent rebellion against him as your anger continued to boil beneath the surface, 'How can he assume he knows anything by demanding it when he wants it? You thought.

"I would have told you before, but I couldn't. I don't expect you to understand what I'm going through." You told him. Your voice was hoarse and strained. His entitlement, his entitled behaviour continued to annoy you. Even now.

You wanted to lash out, but your bones. Heavy as lead would not let you. You wanted to shout at him. But you couldn't find the words, they got caught on your tongue and stuck in your throat. The words between you and him remained unspoken.

His assumption that you would be fine this winter, that you would be able to go out there without any possible injury or illness. His presumption almost killed you, his presumptuous behaviour made you sick and injured. Sometimes almost dead.

His words, his tone, his expectations, his assumptions, they were all so disrespectful. He never once considered your feelings, your safety, your well-being. He treated you as if you were nothing more than a tool at his disposal, something to be taken for granted, something to be discarded when it no longer served his purpose. At least that was how you felt, and how you assumed he felt about you.

But that was not who you were. You were not just a servant or a housekeeper. You were a person with feelings, with a life of your own, with dreams and aspirations. And you deserved to be treated with respect and dignity. This relationship was a sinking ship, and you didn't want to stay on it. Not for another second, not for another day, and certainly not for the rest of your life. It was time to jump ship, to swim to safety, to find your way back to the shore where you belonged. You owed it to yourself. To your future.

"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you." You said to him. A bitter taste remaining on the tip of your tongue.

He didn't protest, didn't argue and he just left you there. Alone. Both bedridden and close to death.

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[sugarlywhispers]

viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Prey 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: while out on a hunt, you become the hunted.

Characters: Kraven the Hunter (viking AU)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

Voices stir in the air with the taste of salt. The coast isn’t far. It hardly matters where you are. You know it’s far from your mother’s hovel. What’s more, you are trapped. Bound and draped over this man’s shoulder like a slain deer. 

You writhe, trying to kick free of his grasp. He keeps his arm firmly hooked around your legs. In response to your struggle, he strikes your haunch. You grumble and exhale against his hide jacket. From his other shoulder, a bunch of rabbit dangle; the ones he stole from your traps. 

He is silent still. He grunts but it is not angry. It is dulcet, as if he is amused. 

You wiggle again, trying to see past him as the murmur grows louder. There are others near. The mulch of dirt beneath boots and the stakes set between lengths of rope suggest a camp. A figure approach but you are blinded by the back of your captor. 

“We discovered scavengers near the forest. They have been dispatched.” The man informs the one who carries you. A similar grumble meets the news. “They are rampant in these parts.” 

Yet another dull rumble. He proceeds past the other with undaunted steps. By your measure, he is deferred to, if not a leader, at least a feared warrior. 

You turn your head this way and that. Pits burn beneath boiling pots or simply amid the cluster of bodies whetting blade or carving bone. A whole horde of warriors like the one who ensnared you. They glance back at you and several give pause as they linger. 

There are women too but they pay little mind. They are dressed as the men are, sat beside shield and blade. You bend your knees in an attempt to ram them into the man’s ribs. You know it would do little to truly free you but as fate closes in, so too does desperation. 

On and on. Men look over and dip their heads or avert their gaze. Their reactions all but assure you of the sort of beast that carries you. 

He bends and enters a tent behind a pit. In an instant, you are swung up and back. You land on the ground so hard the air rushes from your chest. You wheeze as the man snickers. You cough and roll onto your side. Your fingers tingle from the tight binding around your wrist and your legs chafe in your leggings. 

He moves around you to sit on his pack. You watch him unsling the rabbits and unsheath a short blade from his belt. He diligently begins to skin his stolen game. For a moment, you wonder if you should be next. 

Silently, he carries on in his task until he is done. The prepared hare are laid in a wide wooden bowl. He stands and wipes the knife on his jacket. He comes close and squats as he presses the tip to his calloused finger. 

You stare at the knife then look at him. You lift your head and stare him down. He chuckles and slips the knife back into its sheath. 

He reaches for you and you scowl. He touches your cheek, his roughened fingertips brushing down to your chin. He cups his hand under your jaw and squeezes firmly. He makes you sit up as he examines you. He turns your head this way, then the other. 

He lets go and flips his hand. He brings his other up to pull apart the collar of your tunic. He clucks in his throat and yanks until the laces snap. You tense and try to shake him off as he stretches the fabric to look past it. He moves one hand to fondle you. He grunts as you do the same and stomp your feet towards him. 

He makes a noise between his teeth and taps your cheek then points in your face. You still. He feels along your chest and your torso. He kneads your stomach and frames your waist. You growl and gnash your teeth. He shoves his hand between your legs and hums. You twitch. 

“Healthy,” he appraises. The first word he speaks. His voice is silty like the shores. His blue grey eyes meet your glare and he smirks. “Could eat.” 

You’re not sure what he means. If you could do with a good meal or he could. He flutters his fingers before drawing away. He goes back to the bowl of rabbits and lifts it. He leaves, knowing you can’t do the same. 

You gulp. There’s no mistake to be made. It’s certain why you are here. You are game too but your end is not so swift as the hare. 

The warm of his hand clings between your legs. It makes you shudder. You look down at the slack tunic. Your heart pounds against your ribs. He felt that too. 

You curl your fingers but not all the way. The straps are too tight. Your legs ache from the friction between them and your spine throbs rigidly. You shift up onto your knees and wobble. You try to shuffle forward on knee and toe. You fall over with a thump and a groan. 

The man laughs from outside. You know is at your expense, that he can hear you through the hide walls. It is all futile, he knows it as well as you. But it isn’t funny to you. It is terrifying. 

You lay on the floor, beside the disposed pile of fur. You smell the blood. You close your eyes and shudder. You are not used to being the one caught in a trap. 

[arcane-vagabond]

Viking!AU where the shieldmaiden says she "will not kneel for anyone". But she does love to kneel for her husband, Viking!Jake...

I was gonna write a one-shot for this, but we’re just going to talk about it instead because I think about it every day ngl probably because this was my area of focus for my minor lol

Imagine being a fierce warrior, a Viking, a shield-maiden. There aren’t many of you, but the few of you that there are command respect from the men around you. You aren’t a stranger to the ways of the rest of the world.

You know that the women of your culture are privileged in many ways, freer. You can choose your husband and divorce him just as easily. You can prove yourself in battle, earning your place in Valhalla alongside your fallen brethren and Odin, the Allfather, himself.

You kneel before no man.

Well, maybe just one.

Your lips pressed gentle kisses along the thighs of your husband, leaving a trail that led right to where he needed you most. His dick stood tall and thick against his stomach, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as you teased him, mouth coming so close only to be pulled away at the last second.

“Please,” he gasped, green eyes falling closed as his head fell back. Your fingers trailed up his thighs, scratching lightly at the skin as you smirked against him.

"What is it, my love?" You rasped, your smirk growing bigger as he let out a desperate whine, "what is it you want?"

"Your mouth," he gasped, eyes cracking open to fix you with a pleading look, lips parted in desperate pants. Your fingers gently wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as he bucked up into your grip. You leaned forward, licking at his weeping tip and earning a low groan.

It made you feel powerful, knowing that this feared and respected warrior was reduced to a whining, babbling mess in your hands. You took him in your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth until he bumped the back of your throat.

"Fuck!" He yelped, fingers gripping the bedspread in a death grip, one hand flying to tangle in your hair.

"Feel so good, my love," he groaned, hips lifting slightly. "Such a tight, wet mouth. By the gods, I'll never get enough of you."

You hummed at his words, the vibrations causing him to cry out once more, his hips bucking up into your mouth and sending more of his length down your throat.

You kneeled before no man, but your husband wasn't just any man, was he?

[alicedopey]

Random thought: Harald pulling you close on a cold morning, asking if you're willing to spend the day keeping each other warm under the covers. - Zombie

In Bed with the King

(gif credits to its creator)

Fandom: Vikings Pairing: Harald x (Wife) Reader Genre: Smut(-ish) Words: 614 (Drabble) Warning(s): It's a little bit smutty people so don't like it, don't read it. A/N: I wanted fluff but Harald would not cooperate so it turned naughtier than I thought. Hope you will like it @thezombieprostitute

Your eyes fluttered open as the soft hues of the morning sun lightened the royal chamber. The snowstorm that has started yesterday evening was apparently done. It was still very cold though, you thought as you slid out an arm to rub the sleep from your eyes. A faint shiver ran through your body and you quickly put your limb back under the furs, meeting the hand of your husband resting possessively on your middle. You smiled and tenderly stroked his skin, enjoying the contrast between the two of you. He grumbled but pulled you closer and kissed your neck. The tickle of his beard made you giggle and you tried to get away from him. 

“Stay still, woman. Let me enjoy my morning kisses”. His lips followed a path down your neck and along your shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure through your whole body. His hand slowly glided along your upper body and stopped on your breast before kneading it.

“Harald, we have to stop”. You whispered though you did nothing to stop him and your body even started oscillating against his. 

“Why is that, my Queen?” Harald asked between kisses, never ceasing his sweet torture. His hand left your breast to travel down your body and you found the strength to stop him just as he was about to reach your sex. 

“Because, my King.” You inhaled deeply, fighting your own lust. “We have some duties to attend.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

“No, we don’t.” He intertwined your fingers and kissed your shoulder again. “In fact, we are going to spend the day under those furs and keep each other warm.”

“Must I remind you there was a snowstorm yesterday and that our people…”

He cut you off with one of his hoarse and seductive chuckles. “Who do you take me for, woman? I’m not a heavy sleeper like you. I have been up since dawn with several of my men.” 

You let out a mock outraged scoff and managed to turn around so that you were facing him. “Really? An old man like you?”

Harald laughed heartily. He did not take any offense on this recurring banter between the two of you, especially because he only was a few years older than you.  “You did not think I was an old man last night”. He pulled you close and rubbed his nose against yours. “You even praised my stamina, if I remember correctly.”

“I admit you are insatiable.” 

“Only with you, my Queen. Only with you.” He kissed your nose tenderly. “As I was saying, my men and I checked the surroundings as much as we could. Most of us are stuck inside because of the snow. There is nothing we can do for the moment but keep each other warm. What do you say, dear Queen of mine? Shouldn’t we take advantage of this opportunity to work on our most important project: making an heir for the throne?”

His hand under the furs traveled down your body and hooked one your legs on his hip. You could feel his leaking tip against your dripping center which clenched around nothing. Letting go of your leg, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your cunt. A needy whimper left your lips and you slid your hand between the two of you to grab his sex and put it inside of you in a swift motion. He groaned as you let out another whimper, this time filled with want and need. Your breaths mingled as you got even closer and put your forehead against his. Your eyes met briefly, full of lust and naughty promises.

“Anything for you, my King.”

Tagging (feel free to ask to be added or removed): @naaladareia @gearhead66 @flowers-in-your-hayr @medievalfangirl @girlonfireice

[saturnniidae]

I think we should have more httyd or rotbtd horror

[writingsofwesteros]

*types in guilty* 🥹 Oh shoot, I'm def writing this too late, feel free to ignore this request.

Clan or viking Harwin fucking you so primally, savagely in front of the others, kind of a bedding ceremony to show you belong to him. You're so out of it, but the way you're clenching around nothing when his cock leaves you tells him you need more. He takes you to his cave/tent/whatever, you're like a doll in his arms, mind still so hazy. But still, you clearly crave the pleasure he just gave you and who is he to deny you?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The fire crackling around them began to come over your ears as the sounds were slowly becoming heard by you. Not that any of the words or cheers of the audience around you entered your mind as it only became more softened. You began to hiccup in pleasure; loud moans escaping you with ease as you gripped onto anything that could make you steady

Your legs began to shake at the intense feeling moving around your body as Harwin’s grunts echoed in your ear. His larger hands slowly moved up and down your soft skin as you bounced back and forth on his fat, throbbing cock. Harwin hummed; whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure.

A sweet blush came over you at the louder volume of the audience. His fingers moved into your locks now and tugged back. A sharp gasp escaped you; echoing in the cold night as the breeze moved over your soft skin. Goosebumps easily moving over you with your soft, pink nipples pebbling for his eager fingers to touch.

His dark chuckles echoed in your ear once more as he leaned closer; his body weight pushing down onto you. The change of position only allowed Harwin to be that much deeper inside you. Gods, you could feel him everywhere, you thought to yourself. His larger hand snaked around your body now and pressed against the bulge in your stomach.

His thrusts only continued as you whimpered and moaned out his name like a prayer to the Gods. “Hmm, they will not help you now.” Harwin purred; his hot mouth soon on your soft, sweet tasting neck. The marks he always enjoyed leaving on you would be for all to see in the morning. The thought alone had you whimpering once more.

Your legs were beginning to shake now; your heart pounding in your ears as you still bounced back against him. “So beautiful..so good..” Harwin whispered; his own moans echoing into the dark evening without any care. You were shaking some more as he pounded away; his fat, mushroom head pushing deeper and teasing your sweet, spongy spot.

Your eyes fell shut as you clamped down on his twitching cock. Your climax was soon ripping through you under the moonlight. His dark chuckles only echoed even more in your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm. You knew it was to be a long night. His larger hands were soon palming at your bouncing breasts once more.

You were squirting around his fat, thrusting cock as sharp gasps escaped you again and again. Harwin’s larger hand reached for your arse, spreading your cheeks apart as he watched the sight. A ring of cream easily formed around his thick, twitching cock. “Fuck..that’s it.” Harwin groaned as the wet, squelching noises echoed.

His larger hand came down on your arse; causing you to shake and clamp around his fat cock once more. It was an act you both had only recently discovered and enjoyed immensely. Harwin enjoyed how red you became and sensitive. The soft pain was dull compared to the pleasure coursing through your body with his thrusts. 

Harwin repeated his action as you fell into the ground beneath you. Still, he did not stop nor did you truly want him to. Your eyes rolled once more as he took control. Your body seemingly not your own in that moment as the pleasure had your eyes hazy and mind softening. Harwin grunted behind you; his body slapping against your own.

His larger arms wrapped around you; bringing you impossibly closer against his bare chest now whilst his thrusts never stopped. The cheers around you continued as your sweet, ample breasts continued to bounce with his movements. “Good girl. I love you.” Harwin began to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

If only you could reply back, you thought as your delicate fingers moved into his dark locks as he chuckled still. He leaned in and began to softly mouth at your neck whilst his larger hands palmed at your sweet, bouncing breasts. His free hand came down on your arse once more; an act he repeated again and again.

~

The warmth of the furs wrapped around you. Harwin’s embrace is still as loving and tight as ever. A soft look of confusion came over you as you realised where you were. A soft whine escaped you as you moved; his thick cock still stuffed inside your weeping pussy. “Harwin…” You began to softly whisper out to him.

His fingers were gently brushing through your lock as your eyes sleepily began to open. Slowly, you looked up at him. A soft, gentle smile was on his face as his hand reached to cup your face. His thumb is now brushing against your cheek. “Hmm, beautiful.” Harwin whispered as he leaned in; his soft lips lovingly capturing your own.

Your legs were tangled together as you slowly moved on top of him. A whine escaping you as his twitching cock rubbed on all your soft spots before you settled. “Good girl.” He whispered praises still before pressing soft kisses down your neck. You had hardly remembered moving from the public space to here.

Not that it truly mattered; you were forever safe in his arms. A soft hum of happiness escaped you as you cuddled closer. His chuckle vibrated his chest as he brought the furs further up your soft, bare body. His larger hand now resting on your hip as he kept you impossibly closer. You could already feel the sleepiness returning.

His hand still stroked up and down your arm as the pitter patter of rain began to fall. “I love you.” You softly whispered out. “I love you too.” Your eyes began to flutter shut as his words washed over you. Not that you could pay attention as dreams wrapped around you. As did Harwin’s loving embrace.

[viking-raider]

Cranky Koala - Cotton Candy Goodness

Summary: When you don't sleep well, you're Henry's cranky koala.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 621

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Fluff, Manhandling, Cuddling, Cranky!Reader, Loving!Henry, Implied Daddy Kink, only if you want!

Inspiration: It just popped into my head this morning, and I thought it was cute.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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Henry watched you from the doorway of the kitchen for a moment, shoulder resting against the wall, a faint smile on his bearded face. He noticed your moodiness, when you woke up and came down to join him in the living room that morning but hadn't said anything. It usually only made you moodier, when Henry pointed it out, so he had learned to try and just quietly lift you out of it.

You were currently standing in the open freezer door, jaw stiff, lips pressed together in a thin line and eyes giving the freezer's contents a hard squint. Standing there for a moment longer, you huffed and closed the door with a less than gentle push, but it wasn't quite a slam either.

“What are you lookin' for, babe?” He called out to you, cocking his head with amusement as you moved to the pantry.

“I don't know!” You barked, glaring at the pantry items, like something would present itself to you.

“Honey.” Henry sighed, pushing off the wall and came towards you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Don't honey me, Henry Cavill.” You growled at him, turning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Henry chuckled at you, a grin pulling across his lips once again, shaking his head at you. “Did you not sleep well again?” He asked, cupping the side of your neck.

“No, I did not!” You growled at him, stamping your foot in your frustration.

“Why don't you take a nap?” He suggested, gently massaging your neck.

“I don't want to take a nap, Henry.” You protested, brows drawing together. “I'm not a baby.”

A light went on in Henry's brain and his face brightened, making you narrow your eyes at him.

Henry moved his hand from your neck to your armpit, doing the same with his other hand to your opposite armpit, and pulled you towards him. His thick biceps swelled and tensed as he started to lift you up.

“What? No!” You squirmed and flailed, slapping at Henry's arms and chest. “Henry, put me down! Henry, quit it! What are you doing?!” You rebelled against him, kicking your feet as they left the ground. “This isn't fair! It's not fair, you're bigger than me!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to balance yourself out.

“And stronger than me!” You grunted, giving up and leaning against his chest.

“I know I am.” He purred into your ear, tucking his forearm under your butt, while he used his other hand to rub and gently pat you on the back in a rhythmic pattern.

“This isn't fair.” You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, forehead pressed to his neck, giving you great access to the spot he sprayed his cologne, letting you draw in the alpine, mountain and cider notes, mixed with the intense warmth of his muscular body.

“You totally just manhandled me.”

“I did.” Henry snorted, nodding his head and swaying slightly on his hips. “But it'll help you relax, so you won't be so cranky and maybe, take a nap.” He explained his logic, content on holding his cranky-panky girlfriend for as long as you needed him to.

“I hate you.” You mumbled, sighing softly.

“I know, and I love you too.” He smirked, patting you on the bum.

The two of you were like that for nearly fifteen minutes, Henry just holding you like a cranky koala, rubbing your back and swaying. Until he heard you start to snore against his neck, and he carefully crept upstairs to the master bedroom and tucked you in.

[justanoasisimagines]

Escape plan

Summary; Aethelred can't take anymore so he decides he needs to move his family away. Pairing; Aethelred x Female Reader Wordcount; 592 A/N; Hey my lovelies, back with my hero for the day! I hope you're enjoying it so far. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Aethelred stormed through the grounds teeth gritted, firsts clenched. He ignored the wary glances as people moved out of his way. He was in search of you. He needed to navigate the sea of people if he had hopes of finding you.

Meanwhile, you'd heard of Aethelred's foul mood. You brushed past many. Exchanging pleasantries as you went, while your eyes searched for your husband. The elderly woman pointed when you questioned them about his whereabouts.

It would have been helpful if someone could have given you a precise location. However as you moved around in search of Aethelred, he was moving to search for you too. Like two ships in the night, the two of you kept evading each other.

Eventually, you retreated towards your chamber. If Aethelred's couldn't find you. He would surely head there. With a quickened pace. You needed to know what bothered him so.

Pushing the large oak door open, you were relieved when you noticed Aethelred sitting in a chair by the fire. His head laid heavy in his hands.

"My love., what bothers you?" You crossed the room kneeling at his fee. Aethelred refused to look at you as you placed a tender touch on his knee.

The room lay to the sounds of the fire cackling and the soft murmur of conversations outside. Eventually, Aethelred glanced up at you.

"Do you love me?"

Taken back by Aethelred's question. You moved back, Aethelred saw the pain, flash across your face. "Do you question my feelings towards you? Have I not proven myself to you as a wife." Aethelred moved towards the edge of his seat, reaching out until his hand caught yours. "It is not that I question your feelings. I know that you love me. My heart yearns for you the same way. Nothing could come close��I needed to be certain." The gap between you was too far, Aethelred tugged you towards him, pulling you into his lap as he settled into the chair. Aethelred's hands found your hips as you got comfortable. He needed to remember to remain focused. He could get lost in you afterward. You were his tiny piece of heaven upon this earth. Aethelred licked his lips before he glanced down at the ring on your finger. The single most important piece of jewelry you owned.

"I cannot bear to continue going forward like this. Mother is playing her agenda to have Alfred as King. Undermining my parentage and my legitimacy. She will get what she wants." "What are you suggesting?" Aethelred pulled you ever closer your legs on either side of his as he brought his forehead to yours. "We leave. I don't care where. We'll find a place together to build up and put it on the map, but I will not stay here. One day soon, we'll be in danger." "Your mother wouldn't do that." "I will not put it past her. To have Alfred on the throne I would need to be gone and so would Aethelwulf. I will not risk our son on the belief my other wouldn't stoop so low." Aethelred hated seeing the panic in your eyes there was no point in attempting the truth. A flash of understanding past through your eyes. "When do we leave?" "Tonight."

[asa-writes]

okay so first of all i ADORE your content so much and i wanted to ask if you could write a oneshot for sigurd x reader mayhaps? basically the reader goes skinnydipping in a lake in the woods and sigurd accidentally finds her and eventually joins her and the atmosphere is like magical and stuff- maybe with some cute smut if you’re comfortable with that 🫶🏻

Thank you so much!! Of course, here's the oneshot. I hope it's not too magical for you but this was the first thing that came to my mind...

"The Hunt"

Pairing: Sigurd x F!Reader

18+ Minors DNI!

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Smut heheh, light fluff, magic, unprotected sex, magical prn with plot

Sigurd pushed through the dense foliage, his bow in one hand and a quiver full of specially-fletched arrows on his back. He followed the trail of broken twigs, bent grass, and mud puddles left behind by the doe up until he reached the small creek. He scanned the muddy banks for hoofprints, but the tracks disappeared into the shallow water. Taking off his shoes and socks, Sigurd stepped into the cold water, careful not to make too much noise.

As the faint sound of rippling waves echoed up from behind a gigantic boulder that blocked his view of the lake and its secret inhabitant, Sigurd instinctively reached for an arrow and notched it upon his bow. His body tensed as he focused on what lay beyond that massive rock, yet nothing prepared him for the sheer beauty he beheld in that moment. A faint melody floated towards him, so gentle and ethereal that it seemed to come from another realm entirely. He could almost feel himself being transported away by its sweet embrace.

As Sigurd's body tensed, he almost followed the impulse to shoot in the direction of the sound. Then, there you were - a young woman standing waist deep in the lake, illuminated by a thousand stars that were entwined in an embrace with the sun. You both were gazing up into its colours spreading like wildfire across the sky in awe, as a cool evening breeze whispered through your ears. Unveiled and unashamed, you moved towards him in graceful strides, swimming throughtout the lake's surface like a creature from another realm of existence. To Sigurd's eyes it seemed as if your movements held some magical power that enchanted his innermost desires.

Mesmerized by your beauty and dancing gracefully in what seemed like perfect harmony with nature around both of you, Sigurd couldn't help but stare; he felt awed by this beautiful scene playing out before him.

You stood in place, the lake around you a kaleidoscope of light reflecting off the millions of shimmering droplets; your well-formed body slowly rising and falling with the calm ripples of the water before him. Glittering eyes beckoning him to come closer, you spoke with an ethereal voice that seeped into his mind like a dream. "Come forth, Sigurd Snake-in-the-eye", you said in that soft familiar yet distant cadence, "Don't be scared, join me". He smiled at your invitation, mesmerized by the beauty of this surreal moment.

He felt his loins stir as he tried to resist the siren call of your presence. "Who... or what... are you?" he struggled to ask, drawn in by your unearthly beauty. "Why do you know my name? And why are you here?"

You simply chuckled softly at his questions and waved them away with a flick of your hand. "I am no one of consequence," you spoke gently, flashing him an ethereal smile. "I have come only to cleanse myself."

Sigurd cast a wary glance around the forest. Was this all too good to be true, or had the universe conspired in his favor? The doe that had led him here seemed to have a purpose - perhaps the will of the gods themselves. With trepidation and curiosity warring within him, Sigurd took a step forward towards you and began to disrobe himself, watching all the while for any sign of danger. Perhaps this was all meant to be. Maybe fate was steering him towards his destiny.

As Sigurd undressed, your eyes shone like a field of stars on a moonless night. It was as if you had been waiting for him, expecting him to join you all along. You moved closer to him, the water lapping against your rounded thighs, and gave him a coy smile.

Sigurd felt a shiver run down his spine as your soft hand touched his bare chest. Your touch was like nothing he had ever experienced before - it was gentle and comforting yet electrifying at the same time. He could feel his heart rate quicken as you led him deeper into the water.

The cool liquid enveloped Sigurd's body, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through his veins. As you swam together in the lake, it was as if time had slowed down; every moment was filled with an intense feeling of euphoria.

Your lips found his in a passionate kiss, your tongue as sweet as honey. He felt your hands wander over his body, exploring every inch of him with a hunger that matched his own.

They moved together in the water, their bodies entwined, a blur of flesh and lust. You touched him more tenderly than any other woman had, so he decided to do so as well, caressing your cold throat, chest, breasts and shivering thighs.

"Tell me, temptress," he breathed out, feeling your perfect hands gently tugging on his braids, "May I take you? May I touch you? May... may I hold you in my arms?"

You smiled up at him with a look of pure desire. "Yes, Sigurd," you whispered. "Take me. Touch me. Hold me in your arms."

Sigurd needed no further encouragement. He moved his hands over your body, exploring every curve and contour, as he kissed you deeply. He felt your softness against him, your cunt's warmth enveloping him, and he felt himself losing control.

As your bodies moved together in the water, Sigurd knew that this was where he was meant to be and gripped you by your hips, pulling you down until he bottomed out and spilled his seed deep in your hot, fluttering cunt. This was the purpose that the gods had intended for him - to take you. He was lost in the moment, in the feel of your skin against his, in the sound of your moans as you rode your own high out on him, bouncing delightfully on his long, hard member.

He held you in his arms as you moved together, your breaths mingling in the cool night air. It was as if you were two halves of the same whole - two celestial beings brought together by destiny. And Sigurd knew, without a doubt, that this moment would be etched into his memory forever.

As you finished and laid back into the meadow, he pressed a hasty kiss on your forehead and quickly went back to the lake, washing himself and turning around to grab his clothes.

He almost jumped out of the water in surprise, noticing a figure in the distance. It was the doe. It bowed its majestic head and left him naked in the water, galopping away.

[miss-madness67]

The Mistress Ch.20: Den beinløse

The Boneless

At the Viking's attack, Leofflaed sees a familiar face. Time to play for survival.

“I would like to speak with Prince Ivar.” I do not know if Ivar is part of the Vikings’ attack because Alfred never told me anything about it. I am not sure whether he has any power over the army. Still, it is the only way of survival I can think of.

The name catches the attention of another one of the Vikings nearby. He is the one standing in front of the Marquis along with the shieldmaiden. The man is quite tall, muscular, and has braided blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks almost like a bear with all those furs and blood. I cannot help but recoil a little bit at the threatening pose he carries himself with.

Still, I do not back down when he speaks. “What do you want with Ivar?” He directs his question in English. Now it is my turn to be surprised because even though Vikings like to come to England quite often, not many bother to learn the language.

“Who are you?” I think he is about to respond to me until the sound of a crutch sinking heavily in the grass interrupts our staring. When I look back at the source, my heart feels as if it stops beating.

Prince Ivar stands in front of us in all of his glory. I never would have imagined he could walk, but as he approaches I can see that the braces surrounding his leg muscles, and the crutches under his arms are enough help for him to be able to do so. His sharp blue eyes are staring intensely at my own, and I feel the thread of connection form between us. I would be lying if I say I have never fantasized about meeting him again. It is not only the fact that he is the first Viking I ever talked to, he is the association to my wild side. Furthermore, there is the instant reaction my body seems to have to his presence. I felt it all those years ago, but it is nothing compared to the present. As I envisioned, he is taller than he would seem to be. He was already a man when I met him, but now he has matured even more so. His chest has broadened, and his arms look incredibly powerful under his armor. He is also bearing a different hairstyle. I am positively surprised by the changes in him.

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AO3 / PA / WAT

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[ryuzakemo128]

Life After Death

Requested? No

Content Warning: Possible mentions of death, illness, suicide, murder and among other things. If you are triggered by the mentioned topics or any that remain unlisted I urge you that you do no read this content for the sake of your mental health and wellbeing.

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship is dying, about to die and you know the only way to get better was to end the relationship. Before you could end the relationship, you find out that he was unfaithful the entire time you were together. Leaving you heartbroken and carrying his unborn child inside of you. As well as your sons.

Author's Note: This is to help those who may be suffering through a heartbreaking break-up or a divorce. This is my love letter to you and I hope you find yourself forgiving yourself for whatever might have caused it to happen.

You found out a week ago and now you couldn't even bring yourself to even look at him. "You are lucky we never got married." You say to him. "You are lucky our children are too young to understand any of this and once I leave, you are never seeing the one that is yet to be born."

You didn't want to hear more of his pathetic excuses, as you packed the carriage getting ready to move to a farm near the village. It was the only place you could afford on such short notice. The children would have to go to the village school and you'd have to find work. The thought of leaving everything you'd built together was almost unbearable, you knew you couldn't stay. He'd never change. He'd always be a selfish, careless man who put his own pleasures above everything else.

Luckily, you were only three months pregnant and you were able to hide your condition from him until now. It was a small mercy. As you left the house, your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest. You clutched the reins of the carriage, taking deep breaths to steady your nerves. You knew that you had made the right decision, it still hurt and it still stung. He made his bed and now you intend to force him to stay inside of it.

Before you and your young children could leave that afternoon, you heard a voice from further away, the carriage was packed with your luggage and all your children were aware of. They were going to their grandmother's for a while. They were excited, unaware of the real reason why they were leaving, or that they were leaving their father behind. They were waiting inside of the carriage, their small whispers excited by the fact they were going to be able to see ducks, chickens, and other animals that their grandmother kept.

You heard him mutter something. You ignored him. You trusted him, you loved him and you thought you had a good life together. You had no idea that he was so unhappy. It was too late now. There was nothing you could do about it. You couldn't go back in time and change the past. All you could do now was focus on the future and make sure your children grow up in a happy, healthy environment.

Once you were on the road to the farm, you stepped into the carriage and into another life for you. For your children and the one that would be born soon. It wasn't the best option, but it was the only option that seemed to fit with what you need.

Your mother would be happy with the arrangement. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than what you had before. The farm was small, but it was self-sufficient. You could grow your own food, milk the cows, tend to the chickens, and make a living off the land. It was honest work, and it was all that you could ask for. Until you could possibly heal and move on, this would have to do.

Your mother, Freyja, "I am sorry things ended this way my dear," she said to you as you walked into the cabin, the scent of freshly baked bread filling the air. "But I'm glad you're here with me now. We'll make the best of it." She put her arm around you, her strength surprisingly comforting. "Now, let's get you settled in and we'll talk about how you'll help around the farm. Then we can organize where you and your children can sleep. How does that sound?"

You nodded, trying to muster up a smile. You knew your mother meant well, but the thought of living here, so far away from Bjorn, was almost unbearable. You had to remind yourself that it was for the best. For your children's sake, you had to protect them from their father's selfish ways. Your children ran around the field, your mother's dogs keeping watch over them, their laughter filling the air. It was a peaceful scene, one that you hoped would become routine for you all.

Your father passed when you were young, you didn't know much about him other than he was faithful to your mother to a fault. You were one out of five children they had together, you were raised by her and her alone after your father died. You wonder how she managed to do so on her own for so long after his death.

You asked your mother, "How did you manage to grieve and still care for us?"

She looked at you with a small smile and said, "It wasn't easy, my dear. There were days when I thought I couldn't go on. But I had to, for you and your siblings. Your father wasn't the best, but he certainly wasn't the worst and I thank my lucky stars that I met him when I did. Even if it was for a little while. The world was peaceful, and I had you all to take care of. The work on the farm kept me busy, and in time, it became a part of me. It's all I've ever known. You are not to blame for what he decided to do."

To her you would always be her little girl, her little angel who couldn't do wrong and she would always be there for you, no matter what. Your siblings had grown up and started their own lives, but you and your mother were still very close. You would help her around the farm, tend to the animals, and grow the crops. It was hard work, but you enjoyed being outdoors and being close to nature. Life on the farm was simple, yet fulfilling. She was there for you, just like she was there for her siblings when they needed her.

You would heal. You would learn to forgive and move forward. You were determined to find someone that will love all of you.

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Dividers: Link

Previous/ other masterlists: Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02

[bilbotargaryen]

Hear me out, hear me out!

2 “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”

It's so Ragnar coded! (Both as if it's HIM who's asleep in the bathtub and him having someone sleeping in his bathtub lmao) 👀👀👀

I hear you :D

And I've written both version for you xD Enjoy!

2 “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”

V1

Splashing water woke him up. He didn’t open his eyes just yet. He enjoyed the sound for a moment. He didn’t quite know where he was. Nor did he care. He had never felt so light and warm before. The splashing stopped. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room. Over the edge of a wooden tub lay two hairy legs far outstretched into the cold air. In the corner of his eye he spied Yidu. “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”, Ragnar drawled and grinned as his effort earned him a smile.

V2

Ragnar threw the dead deer on the table. “Lagertha?”, he asked into the all too quiet home and heard a sudden splash of water. “She went out fishing with the kids”, he smirked as he noted a slight drawl in the priest’s voice. Carefully he moved towards its origin, pulling aside a thin curtain to reveal Athelstan sitting in the family’s bathtub. “Why is there a drunk man sleeping in the bathtub?”, he said softly. “I’m not drunk”, the priest defended himself babbling, “And I am not asleep either.” “I see”, Ragnar chuckled to himself and left him to it.

[ellieauthor]

dramione | 500 wrds | LDWS prompt: vikings

She watches him from afar; tall and fair, commanding men at land and at sea.

His voice is a coarse thing, low and melodic.

She thinks of it as she falls asleep.

Her father warns her of men and their capacity to harm.

To him, from where he hides beneath the ocean, life is danger.

To her, life is a mystery she must learn for herself.

She plans carefully.

She waits until nightfall to bury her skin in the sand, then dons her stolen dress.

She walks on novel, unsure legs until she finds him.

The tavern is loud, but it doesn’t matter.

His eyes scan her human form with hunger, appreciation.

He approaches her, speaks. She smiles.

He leads her around the room, hand warming her back.

She matches his steps gracelessly, giggling.

Under his attention, his affection, she blooms.

He leads her to his quarters, she follows.

From him she learns and she takes, to him she gives.

The cycle builds, and it crests, and it falls.

He leaves her as sated as her curiosity.

The vessel of his body is a home not unlike the one that awaits her beneath the sea.

Warmer, dryer, less familiar, but a comfort all the same.

In his arms, between the soft furs that line his bed, she finds bliss.

Head to his chest, she basks in his heat as his breathing grows more and more even.

Once he’s asleep, she untangles her limbs from his own.

She will miss him, she is certain.

She will think, for the rest of her life, of this one perfect night spent ashore.

Still, the sand beneath her bare feet is a relief.

She retraces her steps, the slight glow of first light ghosting along the horizon.

Her timing is perfect.

Except.

It is not where she’d left it.

The hole she’d dug in the sand is empty.

Behind remains a shallow grave.

Men stream towards her, leering.

Some she recognizes from the tavern, others she does not.

They form a circle, blocking her path.

He steps forward, this man she had trusted.

There’s a cruel gleam behind his once tender, steel-grey eyes.

“Have you lost something, ástin mín?”

So beautiful, he’d whispered, breath hot on her neck.

So good for me, tracing careful lips along her human spine.

Mine, he’d said, as she’d writhed beneath him.

What she’d taken for kindness had been a promise. A threat.

He clutches that which is precious to her in his hands.

He throws it to the crowd.

Men jostle to touch it, laugh as it tears.

“Eiginkona,” he says, words as soft as his hands and eyes are greedy. “My wife.”

She does not fear him.

She does not cower.

She is a woman of the sea, a force to be reckoned with.

She follows him, meekly as the coming tide laps at sand.

But in her hidden depths there is power.

He cannot fathom her own capacity to harm.

Once more, she makes her plans.

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