Anonymous: ”Hello! I’ve read your Ivar short and I was wondering if you could do an ivar smut? I don’t really have any ideas for it but i was thinking a puplic thing… if your up for it. Because ivar is so abjfcbtscb 😫🤭”
Ivar x partner!reader
Warnings: SMUT, fingering, public fingering. No orgasm
Description: you started flirting with Hvitserk to make ivar jealous and it wasn’t well received.
P.s: Idk what point it the series this is set so just go with it.
Ivar watched as you laughed at Hvitserks terrible joke. Why the hell were you laughing?.
You and ivar had an argument last night and honesty neither of you could remember what it was about.
You were obviously flirting with Hvitserk and you were doing it to annoy ivar. Ivar was sitting next to you while Hvitserk sat across from you both the table In between you two
You weren’t really acknowledging Ivar until you felt his large hand on your thigh.
You snapped your head over to him and he just looked away, you shook your head and just continued to talk with Hvitserk, trying to ignore his touch.
Ivars fingers worked slowly to scrunch your dress up to your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.
Your dress was scrunched up to your thigh and Ivar had was running along the bare skin. Merely brushing over the mound behind your undergarments causing you squeeze your legs together tightly.
Hvitserk gave you a look and you cleared your throat and apologised, and as you did Ivar gently circled your clit over the fabric of you panties.
You could only feel the light teasing pressure against your clit, causing you to desperately move your hips to feel more. And ivar smirked to himself
Ivar pushed your panties to the side and slipped a thick finger through your slick, you let out a shaky sigh and tried to save face
He gently circled your clit and rolled it between his two middle fingers causing you to press your lips tightly together to. You almost chocked on your drink when he slipped a finger inside you and curled it in a come hither motion. Ivar smirked and started to thrust his finger in and out and you gripped your cup tightly as Hvitserk refilled it.
Ivar slipped in another finger and moved his hand faster, you leaned over to ivar and whispered “ivar stop it” you whispered desperately.
Ivar smirked and shrugged and simply slipped out his fingers leaving you empty.
Hii! Feel free to give me suggestions i write for, Peaky Blinders, HOTD, GoT and Vikings trust me I’m very excited for new suggestions all are welcome <3 (all so check out my master list if you wanna)
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Hey there!!! it's time for some pocket Vikings, I always end up coming back to this fandom, the chibi vikings are like a comfort theme/place for me. This time I've draw the guy with one of the most terrible luck in the luv department, dude I hear you lol, I didn't liked when his brother left him :(. dunno how many drawings I'm gonna be making but I'm kinda want to jump on the #drawtober bandwagon
p.s if you noticed something weird on the hand's first panel... it's cuz there's something off indeed, forgot to draw the thumb lol
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A loving family sharing a meal ft.
Ivar being the loving little sh*t that he is
Aslaug siding with Ivar
Sigurd being done with Ivar and Aslaug’s sh*ts
Hvitserk eating
Ubbe being done with everyone sh*ts
Ragnar being the loving absent father that he is
Author’s note: I’ve had this in my drafts for so long. I’ve edited the ending like a million times. It’s my first Hvitserk story, I hope you guys enjoy ! Also I really need to start posting at a decent time. Someone yell at me please.
Summary: Caring doesn’t always mean sharing.
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Small kisses peppered Y/N’s face as she lay asleep. Her nose scrunched up like a rabbit’s and all she could hear was the low echo of laughter, laughter that she recognized all too well. Her eyes shot open and there she saw him, her Hvitserk. She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck “YOU’RE BACK !” She called out. Her lips landing harshly on his.
“You weren’t at the docks” he mumbled into her mouth. His smile never once faltering. Hvitserk had been on a raid with his brothers and their arrival had been delayed. His eyes shone bright as he stared at Y/N’s messy hair and bunched up dress.
She pulled back, sitting on her knees as she smoothed out her dress, staring at him. “I must have fallen asleep,” she mumbled with a frown. She suddenly shot up and ran across her room “I was tired from making these !” She yelled as she bent over, looking through woven baskets. She pulled out a small container and jumped back on her bed beside Hvitserk, who was simply staring at her in awe. His eyes filled with curiosity and his lips curled up into an amused smirk. “Well,” she insisted as she shoved the now open container in his direction. Hvitserk seemed star struck, in awe of his kind-of-girlfriend’s beauty. She saw his hesitation and rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of the treats from the container and shoved it in his mouth. Hvitserk chewed, wary at first and then he leaned over and grabbed another, then another. Y/N’s giggles filled the house as she saw him enjoy the treats. “You’re going to give yourself a stomach ache my prince” shoving the container aside, she shook her head in mock disapproval.
Hvitserk chuckled and leaned forward, gently moving a strand of hair behind her ear as he whispered “I can never eat enough of your sweet treats,” in a low rumble. Her cheeks immediately went pink and she hit his shoulder as he collapsed back on her bed with laughter. This is how they were comfortable. They played and flirted and slept together, but Hvitserk had never officially made her his and Y/N was too scared to push him. She knew he sometimes shared his brother's wife, and it made her blood boil. But she put up with it because at the end of the night he always came to her. Margrethe was not the nicest person. She didn’t mind being shared but she did not like sharing. In her mind Hvitserk was hers just as much as Ubbe was. She made it known to Y/N that she did not like her. Around the boys however, she was as sweet as the treats Y/N baked.
He stared at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth of her laughter and the sweet smell of her home. He felt her curl beside him, she said something and Hvitserk was pulled out of his thoughts when she called his name “Huh?” He turned to look at her.
She rolled her eyes and smiled, “I said. Do you think Ubbe would like some?”
A sliver of anger ran through his veins as he heard his brothers name come out of her lips. “Some?” He grunted as he looked back up at her ceiling.
He felt her warm breath on his neck as she slowly moved her lips up to his ear. Oh how she had missed him. “Some of my sweet treats” her tone was playful. She knew that her words could be misinterpreted, but she would never betray Hvitserk like that. She loved him and only him. That didn’t mean she didn’t like when he got possessive over her.
“I’m sure he’d loved to try your sweets” his body quickly moving to pin hers down. His hands holding her wrists above her and his lips glued on her neck “too bad they’re only for me to have” a low growl escaped his lips, now on her jaw. She moved her head to the side and found his lips with hers. She could feel his anger melt away with every nibble of his bottom lip and every smack of their mouths.
“Tell me of your raid” pulling back from him, she looked into his eyes with wonder. She had never been much of a warrior. When she started fooling around with Hvitserk, he tried to show her some defensive moves, as a way of holding her close to him and pinning her on the floor, but she didn’t mind. Even Ivar had tried, but she was a hopeless klutz.
Hvitserk collapsed on his back and pulled her to his chest, wrapping an arm around her, holding her as close to his body as he could. Gods he had missed this. His hand lazily played with her hair as he talked of the new people they had met, the jewels they had brought home, the storm they had been caught in. He felt her breath even and saw that her eyes were closed. He smiled down at her “I love you” he whispered to himself. Why couldn’t he just tell her? What if she rejected him? This arrangement between them was after all just fun.
He heard her door open and looked up, stiffening. It was Ubbe, fresh marks on his neck, no doubt he and Margrethe had made up for all their time apart. “Did you talk to her?” His voice was low as to not wake you.
Ubbe stepped closer and ran his hand gently over her curves. Hvitserk’s jaw clenched as he responded “not yet.”
Ubbe nodded and brought his hand to his belt “I’ll be waiting for her when she—“ their conversation was cut short when Y/N began stirring in her sleep. Frozen in place, all they did was stare at her. Stretching her limbs and letting out a soft yawn her eyes opened and she blinked a couple times, trying to make out whose figure was causing the shadow hovering over her and Hvitserk. When she realized it was Ubbe she smiled. Hvitserk made a fist with his hand, attempting to control his anger as she jumped off of him and up to hug Ubbe, like she had with Hvitserk when she first saw him.
“Ubbe you’re safe!” She grinned into the hug, squeezing tightly. Ubbe let his hands wrap around her frame and squeezed her even tighter.
“Did you expect anything less?” With a soft chuckle he felt her pull away. She shook her head and reached over Hvitserk’s body to grab the container that had been forgotten. Ubbe’s eyes glued to her bent figure. Hvitserk had to control himself as to not yell at Ubbe to keep it in his pants.
She turned back, open container in hand with a huge smile on her face “Please. Try one” she insisted. “I made it with the fruits of the seeds you brought me after your last raid” her voice was soft.
“So you like my seed?” Ubbe joked as he popped one of the treats in his mouth. How is it possible that both sons of Ragnar could make her cheeks turn this pink? That’s when Hvitserk sat up, clearing his throat as if to remind them that he was still there. Mouth still half full Ubbe continued “it’s delicious. Like everything you make” his hand reached up to stroke her cheek. She leaned into the warm touch, not thinking anything of it.
“So how has Margrethe been?” Hvitserk interrupted the warm exchange between his lover and his brother.
Ubbe’s smile turns into a frown, dropping his hand from her face he shrugs. “She missed you brother.” He laughs, “perhaps it’s your turn to go see her. And I’ll keep our dear Y/N here company”
Y/N was mesmerized by his light eyes and the implication of his words. Surely Hvitserk wouldn’t allow Ubbe to touch her the way he did. She felt the bed behind her shift as Hvitserk got up “Only if Y/N is okay with it” he grumbled under his breath, hand on the door “She is after all a free woman.”
Ubbe leaned in, his lips an inch from hers “I’m sure she’s okay with it” he leaned closer and closer with every word until he could feel her warm lips on his. His hand slipped around her hips and pulled her closer. She didn’t know what was happening. She was shocked and confused. She didn’t exactly encourage him to continue, but she also didn’t stop him. She supposed this was all she was to Hvitserk, a warm hole to bury himself in and share with his brothers.
The next thing she knew, she felt Ubbe’s lips rip away from her harshly and abruptly. She opened her eyes to see why he had pulled away, only to see Hvitserk standing in front of her, with his back to her, hands in fists, shaking. “Get off her!” he shouted at his brother who stared at him in confusion
“You said you were fine with sharing her” Ubbe replied shoving his brother back.
“Well that was before,” Hvitserk looked back at Y/N with sorrowful eyes.
“Before what?” She mumbled moving forward, staring at him like he had suddenly grown two more heads.
“Before I realized I wanted to marry you” Silence. That’s all there was for seconds, minutes, hours? Who knew anymore. It was too long.
Ubbe was the first to speak “You have been with my wife” Hvitserk turned to look back at his brother, hanging his head in shame.
“I know brother. But please understand, I cannot stand the thought of anyone touching my Y/N” Ubbe nodded once and stepped around his brother to grab Y/N’s hand.
He brought her knuckles to his lips and smiled at her “Of course I understand Hvitty. I wouldn’t want to share her either.” Playfully leaning in he whispered to her ”You let me know if you ever get bored of him okay?” He chuckled at her reddened cheeks before winking and turning to leave.
Once alone Hvitserk turned to her, eyes looking straight into hers. He half expected her to laugh in his face, but she didn’t. Instead, there were tears in her eyes. He quickly leaned down and wiped her eyes “please don’t cry. You don’t have to marr—“ his speech was cut off by her lips on his, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.
“I love you” she muttered into the kiss, her lips dancing with his as she tugged on the ends of his hair. “I love you so much.”
“Is that a yes?” He chuckled, hands on her hips, pulling her away to stare into her eyes. She pushed him on the bed and placed a leg on either side of his hips.
“You tell me” she smirked leaning down to capture his lips again. Tonight was going to be long and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Everyone scurried out of the room, until it was just Ivar and I left. I was so confused as to what was going on. I’d never seen him so mad and that’s saying a lot because Ivar is very hotheaded.
“Are you okay Ivar?”
“Oh you’d like to know wouldn’t you traitor?”
Wait what did he just say. OKAY I’ve been called many things, but This puts the icing on the cake. I’m probably the most loyal person in all of Kattegat. How dare he accuse me.
“Ivar, what’s going on?”
“You should know min dronning” He says with a certain gleam in his eye.
OKAY now he’s starting to piss me off. Just because he’s the king, doesn’t mean that I have to put up with his shit.
“Gods Ivar just fucking tell me.”
“I’m not gonna waste my time telling you something you already know. Pack your shit and leave Kattegat right now.”
His face has a nice shade of red over it. He’s slightly shaking, probably because of the intense anger. The look on his face. GODS the look on his face. He looks at me as if I’m the worst thing he’s ever seen. As if I’d taken away his favorite knife. His sharp eyes pierce through me. Staring deep into my very existence. Which is strange because he’s only ever looked at me as if I was the cure for his pain, the light in his darkness. As if I was a warrior that had saved him from an inevitable death.
Whatever happened he truly despises me and it doesn’t seem like he’ll let up about it.
“You know what leave your shit, take a damn horse, and leave.” He snarls out angrily.
“You know what fine, but don’t come to me when you finally let up from this tantrum you’re having.”
I push past him and stomp out of the castle. The rest of the Ragnarsons giving me a look of disapproval all except Bjorn who seems genuinely concerned. Mouthing to. to meet him at. The old land? The old lamp? Oh wait the old lake.
When I’m out of the castle everyone shouts at me to just leave already so I do. I pull my hood up and run. I run fast. All the way to my little old private hut. My brothers always said be prepared, people turn on you fast.
I pack all my stuff and put it in my sack, adjusting all my things onto the horse. DRUM DRUM. I look up and see an angry horde of people marching toward me. I quickly jump onto my horse to leave when suddenly, an arrow comes flying past me. I bolt out of there. Man people are crazy.
It’s fine gotta get to the lake.
**FLASHBACK**
**UNKNOWN POV**
“Wake up prinsesse”
You stir in your sleep a bit. You’re just like father, little princess. you and your brother. Mother had two beautiful twins.
You open your pretty e/c eyes and stare up at me. Reaching up with those little hands, but grip my finger so strong.
Small but mighty.
One day you will achieve greatness little prinsesse. you and your little twin.
