Confession Time:I Have Never Actually Watched Vikings.

Confession time: I have never actually watched Vikings. 

Hold the gasps please.

I do have a potential modern AU story idea floating around in my head of Mob Boss Ivar where the Reader is the wife/girlfriend of his rival who could possibly be Oleg or an OMC.

I feel like I read enough about Ivar that I have a fair understanding of his character. But let’s be real, I should probably watch the show.

Is it absolutely necessary that I start it from the beginning or will I be okay starting at season 4? I’m not bothered at spoiling things from myself. I just don’t think I have the patience to go through three seasons before AHA makes an appearance.

My Teeny Tiny Masterlist

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Alex Høgh Andersen

Luck Be a Lady | One  Two Three Four

Reader was looking forward to a simple girls trip to Vegas to celebrate her birthday but it looks like it may turn to something more.

Cybersex 

Alex hasn’t heard his girlfriend’s voice in a week and becomes moody. But luckily an impromptu FaceTime session turns his frown upside down.

Dishwasher

Alex washes some dishes. That’s it.

The Best Angle

He just wanted to take your picture.

Ivar the Boneless

In My Sights | I II III

When Ivar’s contracted kill is taken out right in front of his eyes, he didn’t expect it to be at the hands of an old friend.

Second Chance

A young woman doesn’t realize there’s more to her boyfriend until it’s too late.

The Stolen Queen Series

When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen  Ivar finds more than just gold when he raids the Kingdom of Powys. 

Lost  Reader gets lost in the forest after Ivar decides to let her go.

Learning Ivar is able to learn more about Reader as her walls slowly comes down.

The Secret Visit  Vikings are known to bury their treasures. Ivar, on the other hand, chooses to keep his most precious treasure in a cabin in the woods. 

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Finally starting to watch Vikings while my husband is asleep because if he was awake, he’d probably ask why I decided to get into this show.

My mind:

“Oh you know, I just like historical shows and I read somewhere that it’s pretty good.”

💚💚💚

this is so pure

Cybersex

Masterlist

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Oneshot

Word Count: 2026

Summary: Alex hasn’t heard his girlfriend’s voice in a week and becomes moody. But luckily an impromptu FaceTime session turns his frown upside down. Inspired by Cybersex by Doja Cat

Warnings: It’s schmutty, mention of choking, hint of spanking

Author’s note: After being a very long time fanfic reader, I decided to take the plunge into writing and of course I start with smut. Enjoy!

Alex must have woken up three times throughout the night. He rolled over on his side to check his phone only to see that it was nearly six in the morning. Sighing as he rubbed his face, he contemplated if it was even worth trying to go back to sleep since he had to be up in two hours anyway.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to go out drinking with Marco last night. What was supposed to be an attempt to put him into a better mood just turned him even more sour. It was going alright until Marco took a moment to answer a call from his girlfriend. Alex tried but all the alcohol wasn’t helping him to hold back from rolling his eyes at every term of endearment his friend used while on the phone.

Not usually the jealous type, he couldn’t help be anything but that. He knew being in a long distance relationship was going to be hard but it was really testing him as of late. It had been six months since he last held you and at least a week since you even had a chance to FaceTime or talk on the phone. Even your text messages had been lacking and were mostly one word responses.

Alex knew that you were very busy at work. With September being the most popular month for weddings and you being the main cake decorator, you pretty much lived in the bakery. It was a struggle to not be upset with the unintentional silent treatment he was getting from you.

Checking his messages once more to make sure he didn’t miss something from you, he saw that the last text sent was a poorly written one from him saying what he guessed was that he was drunk and missed you too much. He tossed his phone on the bed. It was about nine at night your time, he was sure you were already asleep. You didn’t even send him your usual goodnight text.

Maybe this was the beginning of the end. He pouted as he held onto his pillow. All he could picture in his head was some random guy (who he lovingly named Fuckface) wooing you at your workplace by saying how much he loved your cakes with a perverted eyebrow wiggle and then you would giggle in response. He knew this was illogical. You were more likely to punch a guy in his face if they used that line on you but Alex was too moody to care.

A series of pinging noises from his phone interrupted his nightmare where his best girl becomes Mrs. Fuckface and he is unable to object because he lost his voice. Rolling over, he blindly reached out to find out where he tossed his phone. Looking at the screen, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he saw multiple messages from you.

I don’t know about you but I feel fucking miserable

Alex had let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He was glad to hear he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

I’ve been missing you way too much too and dealing with all these engaged couples is not helping

I’m pretty sure I brought our Yelp rating down one star with how bitchy I’ve been lately

And even worse I started looking through those pics we took my last night there and I thought i could get myself off but all it did was make me miss your hands and tongue and that beautiful dick

He was definitely not going back to sleep after reading that. It wasn’t just pictures that were taken. There were a couple of videos, one in particular showed off what his tongue and fingers were capable of.

Instead I just took a few of my own pictures so at least it can give you some joy when you wake up. I love you so much, baby boy

The messages that followed were pictures of you in a red lace thong (a mutual favorite color) and nothing else. You made sure to include a few where the main focus was on your beautiful ass. He stroked his hard dick through his sweatpants as he remembered the handprints he left the last time you two were together.

He grabbed a bottle of lotion off his nightstand and squeezed some in his hand. It was coconut scented and he may or may not have stolen it from your toiletry bag when you weren’t looking. He would claim that he liked how soft it made his hands but really the scent made it seem like you were in the room with him.

He pulled his sweatpants down a bit so he could wrap his hand tightly around himself. Just as he was scrolling through the pictures and about to get lost in the fantasy of you slowly riding him, he realized that you had just sent these pictures. You were awake!

Taking hold of his phone with both hands, he scrambled quickly to get you on FaceTime. “Please still be up. Please answer me, baby,” he whispered to himself.

His screen then lit up with your face. He could see that you were now clothed, wearing one of your old band tees that you declared not suited for public viewing and had a satin scarf wrapped around your curly hair. You were obviously ready to go to bed but fuck it, he was going to be selfish. He needed you.

“Alex! You’re awake!” You greeted him with a large smile on your face. “I thought you would still be sleeping. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

He really did miss hearing your voice. “I was already up, I couldn’t stay asleep. Even if I was, you’re always worth waking up early for.”

“Aww, my poor baby. Why can’t you sleep?” You questioned as you slid down from your seated position to get more comfortable in your bed.

“I’m sad and grumpy, ” he looked at the screen to see you pouting back at him. “The last time we actually talked to each other was a week ago. As Marco says, I’m a total bastard when I don’t get enough Y/N time.”

“How is Marky-Mark doing?”

“Y/N, I think we both know that I’m in no mood to talk about him right now. Especially after looking at all those pictures you sent me.” He smirked as he brought his hand back down to grab hold of his dick. “I hope you still have those panties on.”

You giggled then bit your lip, “I don’t know. Do I?” You switched the view of your phone to give Alex a glimpse of your hand tucked inside of the lacy garment. He noted the slight movements of your hand. What you were doing exactly was hidden from his view but he had a very good idea.

“Fuck,” he drawled out in his native tongue as he slowly started stroking himself. He quickly switched his view so you can see the effect you were having on him. He made sure to slightly twist his hand on the way up before stroking down again. It was a poor imitation in comparison to what you were capable of but it would have to do.

You giggled. “English, please,” you said even though he knew you were very familiar with all the curse words. It was an inside joke between you two about the time when you were riding him reverse cowgirl, grinding your hips down on him. He was pleading and begging you to stop before he came. He was too far gone to realize he said none of it in English and even if he did, you were too busy coming to even care.

You spread your legs and then moved your thong to the side in an attempt to give him a better view of your trimmed mound. You gave a small moan as you went back to drawing circles around your clit and started to speed up your movements. “God, baby. I need you so bad right now.”

“T-tell me what you need me to do,” His strokes were starting to quicken now that he was treated to your uncovered pussy. He was salivating over how wet you were. Would it be crazy if he booked a flight to you right now just so he could bury his face in you and lick every drop you gave him?

He watched as you started to plunge two fingers into yourself. His eyes rolled back into his head as he tried to match his strokes with yours. To hear you moan out his name on shallow breaths, it made it feel as though you were right there with him. Like you were on top of him, squeezing your tight pussy around him as he desperately brought his hips up to meet yours.

“Curl your fingers for me.” The long drawn out moan let him you know you had followed his direction. “Now I believe I asked you a question, Y/N.” If he was there with you, he’d probably add a smack to your ass at this point.

“I need--I wish you could fuck me so hard right now. I love the way you hold onto my hips so tight.” You were practically whining now. “Fuck, baby. I love it when you mark me up.”

He tried his best to hold off but as soon as you said that, he was gone. His eyes shut and he bit down on his lip as he came hard, spilling onto his stomach and all over his hand. He groaned out through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Are you almost there, baby?” he asked a bit out of breath moments later. He had since pointed the camera back to his face. He slid his tongue across his bottom lip, teasing you with one of the many things he knew you needed right now.

You whined out what sounded like an affirmative while you stroked your fingers in and out of your moist folds, desperately trying to come. He laughed at this.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he flashed a smile. “Remember the morning before you left? We fucked so long and hard on the table and you said I took your breath away. Then I wrapped my hand around that beautiful neck. I really did take your breath away. Didn’t I, princess?” He was nearly making himself hard again from the things he was saying.

“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.” You yelled out as you came. Out in public, you would scoff at anyone who would dare to call you a princess. But Alex knew it had an opposite effect when they were together especially when he was feeling particularly nasty.

You took a few shuddering breaths in a sad attempt to calm yourself before pointing the camera back to your face. You rolled over to your side and gave him a smile as you tried to stay awake, “I love you, baby boy.”

“I love you, my sweet girl.” All Alex could do was stare at you as you closed your eyes. His sweet girl. Or at least you used to be before your last visit, before you shyly asked if he was willing to try some new things. You were apparently unaware that there was nothing he would deny you.

Your breathing started to slow down and deepened. Well that’s one way to put her to sleep, he thought to himself. His eyes were starting to become heavy. He looked at the time, he’d get at least an hour nap. After cleaning himself up with a discarded shirt, he propped his phone against his pillow so he could fall asleep next to you. This was as close as he was going to get to it for the next three months.

“I think it’s safe to say this to you now. The next time we’re together again I’m going to ask you a very important question. I hope you’ll say yes,” he said to you as you slept. He gave a small smile before closing his eyes.

Chiiiild, that is exactly where I’m stuck at! Like could you two just take your clothes off and make it to the bed without it sounding lame? Please and thank you.

Do you ever just like see a scene play out in your head but you can’t for the life of you figure out the words to make other people see the scene that same way?