In My Sights II

In My Sights II

Masterlist | One

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 1885

Warning: Schmut, this part literally starts off with a bang.

Summary: Certain obligations call you back home.

Author’s Note: So much for this being a one shot.

Your hand grabbed the headboard tightly, holding on for leverage as you slammed yourself down onto Ivar over and over again. You bit down hard on your lip when you felt that sweet release slowly creeping up on you again. Trying so hard to hold back your desperate moans, you refused to let him know how badly you were falling apart. But when you felt his thumb start to circle around your clit, you were unable to stop yourself from crying out his name.

He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to him. “Say it again, say my name again,” he whispered harshly into your ear as his thumb moved faster.

Your head was so cloudy from the pleasure that you found yourself willing to follow his order and repeated the cries of his name. He kissed you deeply while his hand tightened around the sides of your neck. You felt the spasms taking over your body as you became lightheaded.

Digging his head back into the pillow, Ivar groaned out loud as he came inside you after feeling your pussy clench around him. Your senses felt overloaded when he loosened his hold on you, the rush of air you were finally able to take in seemed overwhelming. You continued grinding your hips slowly against his while you both rode the aftershock of your orgasms.

You collapsed onto his chest in a sweaty mess of loose limbs. A part of you was surprised he lasted as long as he did. It seemed like he was determined to make up for all the lost time and make sure you didn’t forget him if you decided to make yourself scarce once again.

“Stay with me for once. It’s the least you could do,” he insisted, pulling you back to him when you tried to get out of bed. It was the same thing every time you two got together, he’d beg you to stay and you’d have an internal struggle while you told him no.

Feeling his arm wrap around your back, you laid your head against his chest. “Because I stole your kill?,” you guessed.

“Because you said no,” Ivar lamented softly. Taking your left hand in his own, he gently caressed your empty ring finger. “I still have the ring if you changed your mind.”

You were foolish to think he wouldn’t bring up the elephant in the room.

This is why you stayed away for so long. You knew if you kept showing up in his life that he would slowly try to wear down your resolve. At least he didn’t have the ring with him this time. It was hard enough just saying no to his hopeful face at the time and even harder saying no to the beautiful ruby stone surrounded by a diamond halo.

“Ivar, you hardly know me.” It was the same response you gave him the last time.

Other than your addiction to labels, luxury, and murder, he only knew of a few small facts you deemed safe enough for him to know. None of which you thought would cause a man to spend at least six figures on the perfect piece of jewelry for you.

“Well if you marry me, then I can spend the rest of my life getting to know you,” he contended as he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“How about we just enjoy the next few hours?” You were grateful that you were looking away from him. You didn’t think you could take seeing the disappointment that you were sure was on his face.

Ivar only hummed in response. You knew this wasn’t going to be the last you would hear of this though it seemed like he was conceding for the night. The truth was that you wanted to be his wife, you wanted to wake up every morning in his arms. But you weren’t naive. You knew that the only happy ending women like you get is one where you don’t end up with a bullet in your head.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

It was a faint buzzing sound that stirred you from your slumber. After a few moments of trying to wake up, you realized it was all coming from your phone. You looked down at Ivar and was thankful that he was still deeply asleep. Carefully slipping away from his hold and out of bed, you grabbed your phone before going to the bathroom for privacy.

You tried to hold back your disgust as you evaluated the room. You couldn’t understand why he would lower himself to such grimy accommodations when he had more than enough money to buy a whole luxury hotel if he wanted to. Shaking your head, you started going through your phone.

You had two missed calls from the same contact. There was no name saved under it, only a single emoji of a cross. Your finger hovered over the screen as you dreaded having to return the call. You knew the voice on the other end would be displeased over being ignored. A single message popped up just when you were about to hit call.

You are due for a confession.

Kind of early for that, ain’t it, Padre?

Do not call me that and you are due whenever I say you are due.

Fine, I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Good. I will have a plane waiting for you at the airport.

That was not good. If he knew where you were, then it was very likely he knew what you were up to. Cracking open the door, you peeked to make sure Ivar was still sleeping. So much for staying till morning.

You quickly freshened yourself up, taking care to wipe the mascara and lipstick smudges from your face, before stepping out and quietly putting your clothes back on. Gathering his clothes, braces, and crutch, you set the items by the bed so he had easy access to them.

You didn’t take a chance on kissing his goodbye, fearful that he would wake and give you too many valid reasons to stay. Hopefully, your parting gift would ease his frustration when he woke up alone.

——

You said you would be there as soon as you can but that was a lie. After your long flight back to Wessex, you decided to take a much needed soak in the bath. It was just before midnight when you texted that you were finally on your way.

Though you never missed an opportunity to get dressed up, you knew walking into the church wearing a high-end dress and a pair of pumps at this time of night could possibly draw some unwanted attention. Instead you were dressed in a well-worn University of Wessex hoodie and plain jeans. To the few people currently occupying the pews, you were just a normal college student looking for some spiritual guidance.

You entered the confessional booth and knelt down on the step, clasping your hands in prayer. “Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks, twelve hours, and six minutes since my last confession.”

You wondered if you had the wrong booth when all you got was silence. Usually the exchange was simple, you would say the code—twelve hours and six minutes—and then the priest passed along a memory stick containing your next assignment. The remainder of the time was spent with listing your unabsolved sins.

“Hello? Is this thing on?,” You jested, giving a few raps on the partition. When it did finally open up, you could tell it was him even though the screen obstructed most of his face. “Damn,” you softly whispered.

Heahmund stared down at you, slowly exhaling as if trying to control his annoyance. “Hello, Sister Mary Julian. I am glad you could finally join me.”

The Bishop was very careful to limit his interactions with you which you took no offense to. The rare times he made an appearance was either to make a very special request or to lecture you over your work. “So, this assignment must be a juicy one if you’re personally delivering it to me,” you hoped.

“I think we both know that there is no new assignment. I had been informed that you have been away for the past few days.” It looked like you were in for a reprimand tonight. Raising his brow at you, he continued, “Tell me, Sister, what was the purpose of your trip? And I think it is in your best interest if you do not lie to me.”

“Pleasure, mainly.” Technically, not a lie. The only reason you took the job was to see Ivar again. “Just needed a bit of R&R.”

“I found it very interesting that the son of a well known diplomat was also there getting some ‘R&R’. A diplomat who is a very generous friend of the church.”

“That is interesting.”

“And even more so that his son unfortunately died due to a severe allergic reaction.”

“Should have avoided the shellfish.”

“I did not get to that part yet.”

“Damn.”

Heahmund pinched the bridge of his nose while he roughly sighed. “While your creativity in your work does amuse me, I thought we agreed that you would not take a contract on your own. Remember I handle the clients and I pick your assignments. All for your safety. Or do I need to remind you why?”

“No.” Your hand instinctively went to scarred skin below your ribs, remembering when you first met him. You were a bloody mess, passed out at his feet after being betrayed by a client. But that was a few years ago and you felt a few years wiser now.

“Do not go behind my back again,” he warned. “Your set of skills have proved useful to me and to the church and I ensure that you are well compensated for it. We would both hate it if I had to cut ties with you now.”

Rising up from the step and brushing the dust off your knees, you were happy there was no mention of what or who else you were doing while away. Heahmund was willing to overlook the sinful acts you had to commit for work purposes but, as a bride of Christ, any personal intimate relationship was nonnegotiable especially one with a man whose family was considered an enemy of the church.

“I have not excused you. I told you that you were due for a confession.”

You didn’t care if he saw you roll your eyes as you kneeled back down. You made quick work running down the list of sins you committed since the last time you were in the booth. Murder? Check. Grinding against a married man? Check. Not dressing modestly? Check. Obsessed with material possessions? Always.

Still Heahmund held back on giving you your penance. “Anything else you might be missing?”

Your mind shifted to the image of Ivar looking up at you from his position between your thighs, his tongue flat against your clit while his hands pinned yours down on the bed. You felt yourself getting wet just from the memory alone. “No, nothing I can think of, Bishop.”

——

Tags: @youbloodymadgenius @spotgaai2000 @castielsangelsx @walkxthexmoon @multifandom0-0 @placetokeepstories

Jesus, child...I think I need to take a moment. 😅

omg more crying kink plz like henry’s just going at it with you and you just love the feeling of being so full and him fucking you into oblivion that you just start crying, dead sobbing and he’s shook cuz he thinking he’s hurting you but you’re like “no please more I want more 😭” and he’s like fuckkk dick game strong af “look at my baby crying for my cock so desperate for it even when it’s already deep inside her”

This is everything oh my god!!!

Henry’s about to stop when he sees tears but you beg him not to

It stuns him for a second but he catches on quick

And he loves it, how needy you are for him

Just the fact that he could make you feel so good you start crying is amazing to him but now that he knows you want more, it’s so over for you

He’ll let your tears slip down your cheeks and tell you how cute you are crying for him like this

“Can’t even speak I’m so deep in you and yet you want more. That’s my girl.”

The way he starts fucking you again makes you lose your breath

You have to hold onto him because he really isn’t holding back now that he knows you can take more than he’d thought

He uses every part of himself to pound into you all while looking you in the eyes just to see you losing your mind

You’re screaming and crying and begging him for more cause nothing feels like this, only he could fuck you this way

Henry doesn’t care if he breaks the whole bed he won’t stop, he wants to give you exactly what you’re asking for so nicely

“Good girl, take everything I give you, yeah.”

It’s so intense and emotionally charged and you don’t think you’re gonna quite recover from it but you don’t even care

All you want and need and can feel his Henry filling you up deeper each time, lighting your body on fire and you never want him to stop

I’ve been away from school too long because I thought there were only 3 types of matter

Types of matter

I look forward to when I can bring in some puto to work and see the look of confusion on my Spanish speaking coworkers’ faces when I tell them what they’re eating.

one of my favourite linguistic phenomena/in-jokes is spanish potato chips being “ham-flavored, probably”

Aww, this was a sweet fic. 💚💚💚

Ivar needs to give her some babies!

My Home (Ivar x Reader)

A.N.: I can’t believe I’ve had over 6 requests for ivar stories!! I am so grateful to everyone who has requested and has commented on my stories. It means a lot!! This is a fluffy request for @supervengers03​. Hope its okay!

Summary: After a hard day, Ivar comes home for comfort from his wife

Characters: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Word Count: 658 words

——————————-

Ivar hadn’t felt this rundown and tired for years. He felt emotionally drained and the hushed whispers of the men as he waddled past, grasping onto his crutch for support, made him clench his jaw but do nothing. He knew he could send them to their deaths, or strike them down with his words, but today he seemed to not bother and head home. 

His men were weak and more than one day of training seemed to be needed, and Ubbe was not helping. His words were teasing and joined in with the hushed men, each doubting his abilities.

Yet, he paid no mind. He needed his wife, and walking past crowded Viking men around fires cradling horns of ales to their lips made him yearn for her even more.

Thralls nodded his way as he entered the hall, but he paid little attention; all he needed was you. Opening the door to your shared chambers, he peeked his head in, in hopes to not wake you if you lay asleep. But, there you lay. A book in hand with the furs wrapped around your body, you look up to smile at your husband. His tired eyes and stoic smile meets yours. 

“Oh, Ivar.” Getting up from the bed, you come towards him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, standing up on your tippy-toes. One hand wraps around your shoulders while the other remains on his crutch for support. Releasing from your grip, you smile up at him, “come to bed, my love.” With no sign of disproval from Ivar, you wave your hand motioning to come to bed.

On your way to the bed, you pull a few fur rugs from the nearest chair and place some more wood in the fire. Ivar sits upon your shared bed, watching your actions and taking off his crutches from his feet. Feeling a wave of happiness and warmth through his chest at your care. Turning to face him, you smile and make your way onto the opposite side of the bed.

Lying back, you rest your head up onto the wooden frame, Ivar comfortably rests his head on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, undoing the braids, releasing the tension from his skull. Before you could massage anymore, you find Ivar’s fingers jabbing at your side, which released a fit of laughter from you. He smiles up at you as you jerk your body, but he doesn’t stop. You don’t let him continue before you jab him back, which results in a fit of laughter from Ivar. In a bundle of laughs and smiles, you rest on the side of him. Looking down at him, you bask in the sight of each other.

Ivar’s blue eyes look up at your e/c ones. You guys sit there for a while, Ivar couldn’t help but reach up and grasp your face with his hand and rub his thumb against your cheek. “You are beautiful, the Gods have blessed me,” he says softly. Your smile widens at his words before you lie back down beside him, looking up at the ceiling.

“Ivar.”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want children.” Biting your lip to hide your smile at your attempt at your question you can see in your side vision Ivar shuffling to face you. He says nothing but pinches your hips in response, you turn to look at him.

“Soon, my love.” He lies you back down and proceeds to give gentle kisses on your lips. Hands at the sides of your side, you kiss for a short time basking in his soft lips before he plops himself at your stomach. You nod at his answer, you knew this was a tough topic for him, so you leave it at that. Ivar pleased that you asked no further.

The room was silent for a while, with the muffled noises from the hall. But you paid no attention as there you two lay all night talking and laughing with Ivar who rested on you. Ivar knowing he was the luckiest man on earth. The Gods knew it too.

TAGLIST: @youbloodymadgenius

Did I just spend the last hour reading all the previous chapters? Yes.

Am I excited this slow burn is starting to heat up a little bit? Also yes.

I predict that Arvid is going to get himself killed if he keeps up with the flirting.

Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 12- Northumbria

Summary: A Grecian girl is taken from her home in the Mediterranean during a raid in a Christian monestary. She is thrown into dangerous waters after she is gifted to Ivar, who believes she is nothing good but a pretty distraction, until he learns of her true talents, using her to his advantage for his growing army against the Christians of England, and the usurper, Lagertha.

Pairings: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 3545

Warnings: Mentions of blood eagle.

11- Arvid/ The Sacrifice

…

“I did not take you to be the type to get seasick.” Artemis says with a smile. She hands Ivar a scrap of cloth when his head emerged from the side of the ship. He spit into the sea the remnants of the bitter sick in his mouth before glaring at her. He snatches the cloth from her hands and wipes at his mouth unbecomingly before tossing it back at her.

“I am not fond of the sea.” He mutters bitterly, groaning again as his stomach began to churn unpleasantly. Ivar scooted as far back into the corner he was in, treating the space as a safe haven. 

Keep reading