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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.

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter One

Masterlist

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 2999

Summary: 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.

Warnings: walking in 6-inch heels, drinking with strangers, getting in a car with a stranger (I’m just saying that you should use your situational awareness)

Author’s Note: I was going to post this tomorrow but I currently cannot sleep even though I need to be up in five hours. I should be fine, it’s only 12 hour shift. 😒 The plan is to have this be a 3 or 4 chapter story as long as the outline in my head doesn’t go missing. Enjoy!

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Despite a string of your favorite songs being played and being treated to a few free drinks--the only plus to the ridiculous birthday tiara your best friend made you wear, you just weren’t having a good time. You leaned on the bar in an attempt to give your feet some relief from the six-inch heels that Bianca roped you into wearing. Replaying your previous conversation in your head when you even dared to suggest wearing a pair of flats for their night out...

“I just want to be comfortable, Bi”, you whined while trying to keep a steady hand on your cheek while applying your eyeliner. There was no need to ruin your near perfect wing over this.

“You can’t wear your converses with a freakum dress”, Bianca yelled out from the living area of your hotel suite.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. One: it wasn’t a crime to not wear heels with any dress and two: your friend is out of her mind if she thought you were going to wear that dress outside of this room. This trip to Vegas was supposed to be a stress free trip to celebrate the start of your dirty thirties by enjoying public drinking, losing a bit of money, and eating your feelings in all you can eat crab legs. Unfortunately, your friend decided you owed her at least one night out dancing.

“Maybe I’ll just stay here then,” you said quietly to yourself.

You looked back into the mirror only to see Bianca standing by the door behind you with a look of disgust on her usually gorgeous face. “You can’t go to Vegas and not go out to the club and dance! You’re turning thirty, not sixty! Next you’ll be telling me you want to be in bed by midnight!”

“Actually, I’d like to be in bed by ten at the latest. There’s this salt grotto yoga class that starts around nine a.m. that I really want to try.”

“Salt grotto yo--girl, you’re killing me. No, no, no. You need to spend time at the club, not yoga.”

And so here you were, three minutes after ten with no end in sight and trapped in a dress that Bianca claimed looked hot on you. You would never admit it but she was right. The golden sequin long sleeved mini dress looked perfect against your brown skin. It had a deeper v-neck than any dress you wore before so you trusted the double sided tape would do its job. You were feeling yourself a bit and may or may not have checked yourself out in every mirror you passed. When your friend caught you once, you claimed you were making sure all the goods were tucked in where it belonged.

Looking over your shoulder, you scanned the crowd to see if you could spot your friend. It took a few beats but you were able to spot the tall blonde who was currently busy giving a very lucky guy what was basically a free lap dance on the dance floor.

“Jesus, child’s gonna grind his dick off.” you laughed into your drink. You knew you didn’t have room to talk, some odd years ago that was you on the dance floor, attempting to find a Mr. Right out of a club full of fuck boys. Fiddling with your wedding band, you were fortunate you hadn’t had to deal with that for years now.

As you downed the rest of your drink and got ready to order another one (hopefully another free one), you were engulfed in a hug. Alarmed at first until you looked down and saw the familiar tattooed arms of your friend.

“Y/N, I found you!” Bianca said into your ear as she squeezed you in a hug.  “Come on, let’s go! This guy I met has a spot up in the VIP section!”

You turned your back against the bar to face your buzzed and possibly love struck friend. “Ugh, Bi. You know just being in the club is not my thing. I have no interest in being in the VIP either.”

“Please! I know it’s your birthday and all but this guy is so cute and his accent got me going like a water fountain.”

“I could have gone without the visual. Thanks.”

“Y/N, he has this friend--”

“Bi, no”

“Let me finish, just talk to him and keep him entertained.” Sensing that your stubborn self wasn’t going to budge, she decided to add “You know they have comfortable couches that you can sit on and get off your feet for a bit.”

“Well, why didn’t you lead with that?!” you yelled out.

Not allowing another moment to pass for you to change your mind, Bianca took your hand and led you to the other side of the club where the exclusive area was. You stumbled trying to keep your bearings while you tried to maneuver on the death traps she was on. You looked on and saw you were being led to a large black L-shaped couch occupied by two men who were in the middle of a conversation. Both of them stood up when they noticed you two approaching.

Well, I guess chivalry isn’t dead, you thought to yourself.

“Y/N, this is Marco,” she gestured toward the man next to her who now had his arm wrapped around her waist. “And this is his friend, Alex,” she said before mouthing out for you to be nice.

Alex took a step forward and held his hand out which you accepted. You quickly shifted your gaze up and down to take him in. He wasn’t bad to look at and if you were to be honest with yourself, he was fine as hell. The first thing you noticed, other than the fact that he towered over you which was not a rare thing with your short stature, was his smile. Beautiful, friendly and the warmth of it seemed to reach all the way to his blue eyes. A nice change from the predatory gazes and wolfish smiles you were getting while lingering at the bar.

“It’s nice to meet you”, he leaned down to say into your ear, aware that the booming music of the club making it hard to have a normal conversation. Your knees buckled slightly and you tried hard to convince yourself it was the shoes. If his friend sounded anything like him, then you had a complete understanding as to why Bianca was swooning so hard.

He motioned to the couch and stepped aside as you girls shuffled between the coffee table and couch to take a seat in the inner corner.

“So, how’s your guy’s night going?” Alex asked as he sat down next to you while Marco took his seat next to Bianca.

You were about to say that you were tired and ready to throw your shoes into the pits of hell but Biance beat you to the punch.

“We’re celebrating her birthday!” she shouted out.

“Birthday? How old are you?” questioned Marco as he draped his arm over Bianca’s shoulders.

Alex leaned toward his friend and gave him a light smack to the head, chastising him. At least it sounded like he was. You couldn’t even place what language he was speaking.

“I’m sorry for my friend he has no manners”, he apologized while flashing you a smile.

“I appreciate you defending my honor. It’s not that big of a deal to me. Now if he asked me how much I weighed, I might have to cut a bitch. But let’s see, I’m thirty years and…” you looked at your watch, “two days old now.”

Just as Alex seemed set to ask another question, the server returned with a round of drinks that were ordered while you were all taking your seats. You smirked to yourself as you observed her leaning over in an attempt to bring more attention to her plunging neckline. You couldn’t blame her. You were once a server in your past and wouldn’t hesitate to flirt or display your assets for extra tips but as she tried to make eyes with Alex, you had a feeling she was trying to get more than tips. Either the man was oblivious or just a courteous host who wanted to make sure you didn’t feel ignored.

A gesture you were very appreciative of since it seemed like your friend was currently occupied trying to get acquainted with Marco’s mouth. You turned your back towards them and raised your eyebrow at Alex after taking a sip of your drink. Both of you trying to ignore what your friends were upto.

“Are you having a good birthday at least?” he laid his arm across the back of the couch behind you. Smooth, you thought to yourself. It’s been over a decade since you were last in this position. Hope he doesn’t think he’s going to get lucky like his friend over there.

“It hasn’t been too bad. This night is more for Bianca than me since I’ll be ‘torturing’ her tomorrow with the cheesy things I want to do. If it was up to me, I’d probably be in bed by now.”

He laughed, “it’s not even midnight yet!”

“I know, I know!” you joined in with his laughter. “Bianca likes to say that I’m an official old lady but clubbing is not my scene anymore. I usually like to just stay home, catch up on my shows, and be in bed by eight at the latest.”

You went on to explain that, other than the fact the small city you lived in wasn’t known for it’s exciting nightlife, your early bedtime was mainly because you worked in a bakery. This led to him asking about all the sweets you could make him and you showing off all of your cake masterpieces you had saved on your phone. There was no moment where you felt like he was just humoring you, he seemed genuinely interested in what you deemed to be your craft.

“I just feel blessed to be doing something that I love,” you said as you put your phone away. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you didn’t want to spend your night talking about cakes and cookies.”

He shook his head, “Please, I don’t think you should ever apologize for talking about anything you’re passionate about.”

“Well, what about you? What do you do or what are you passionate about?”

“I am very passionate about being your potential cake tester,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes, “Just kidding. I am very passionate about photography.”

“Oh, so you’re a professional photographer?”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable saying that I’m a professional yet, I’m still learning a few things,” he smiled coyly as he looked down toward his drink. “I just love trying to capture the beauty of the world in a way people don’t usually think of or getting those candid moments when someone doesn’t think anyone is looking. When they’re more open and have their guard down.”

“Well, remind me to not be around you and your camera. I like to be prepared for all pictures that are taken of me. Most candid shots make me look like a hot mess,” you joked. Those shots of you were thinking of were usually taken after you consumed multiple shots of alcohol.

“Oh, I really doubt that,” he said while he brought his gaze up and down, not even trying to hide what he was doing.

“Hey, Y/N!” Bianca shouted towards you, unknowingly interrupting the moment between you two, “It’s about eleven now but I’m feeling ready to go.”

Hallelujah, you thought. Although you were enjoying your conversation, there was a part of you who didn’t want to be further tempted by this man sitting in front of you.

You stood up to follow your friend and Marco as they both walked toward the exit hand in hand. Now you had no idea what exactly you stepped on but you cursed it and your shoes to hell as whatever it was caused you to stumble toward the ground. Luckily, a pair of arms wrapped around your torso, preventing your face from becoming close friends to the dirty club floor.

“Woah, are you okay there?” Alex said into your ear as he held you against him.

Good lord, he smells good, you thought to yourself. A part of you was enjoying the feel of his body against yours before you remembered he had asked you a question,“Yeah, I’m fine! Just fine!” you tried to steady yourself as you distanced yourself away from him. “These fucking shoes will be the death of me though.”

“Why wear them if they’re such a pain?”

“Apparently you can’t wear flats with a dress like this,” you brought your hand down your body to bring attention to the said dress.

Alex didn’t even try to stop his gaze from following your hand before he brought his eyes back to yours. “I don’t know. I think most people would be more distracted by the dress than what you’re wearing on your feet.” He ended his sentence with a bite of his bottom lip causing your cheeks to flush instantly.

You were grateful for the cool Vegas night air when you both stepped outside to meet up with your friends. Marco nodded his head over to the side, signaling to Alex to follow him.

Bianca grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her.

“Okay, so a bit of a change of plans. I know you’re probably ready to go to sleep. So I’m just going to go with Marco to his hotel.”

“Mmhmm. Just leave me all by myself in our room. It’s only my birthday weekend but that’s fine if you want to spend it dicked down,” you gave a few fake sniffles to guilt Bianca over leaving you for some guy she met a couple hours ago. Honestly, you were happy for your friend but you never missed an opportunity to be a little shit.

“I mean, Marco’s friend isn’t too bad looking. Your fun-sized self could probably climb that man like a tree, I wouldn’t judge.”

You sighed and started twisting your ring around your finger. It was starting to become a nervous tick by now, “Bi, you know I ain’t doing that.”

“I know. I just think you should have nothing to feel guilty about if you wanted to try something new,” she said as she turned her gaze towards where Alex was standing. “I’m only saying this because I love you. You deserve better than what you have right now.”

“I love you too. But I just don’t know.” The two of you embraced as you tried to stop yourself from tearing up.

“You going to be okay, girl?” Bianca looked down at you and asked.

“I’ll be good,” you took a sharp inhale to stop any tears from falling, “Go on and have fun. Make sure you limber up though. Don’t want you pulling anything. I intend on taking you to that yoga class tomorrow.”

Bianca rolled her eyes as she pulled herself away from you and walked over to the Uber where Marco was waiting.

After ordering your own ride, you glanced over to watch on as your friend’s ride drove away and saw Alex sitting on the bench in the ride share area, hunched over trying to light a cigarette. You slowly walked over to him and took a seat next to him as you waited for your own ride to arrive.

“You decided not to go back with them and call it a night?”

“I don’t know, I’m not ancient like you,” he smirked at you as you pretended to be offended by his comment. “No, I didn’t feel like being a third wheel and I probably wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. Marco’s not exactly quiet.”

“Yeah, I feel you on that one. Unfortunately, my poor ears have been exposed to sounds Bianca can make. Let's just say she’s a very enthusiastic performer,” you shivered both from the traumatic experience and from having more skin being exposed than you were used to.

“That’s great.” Alex took a drag of his cigarette. “I guess I can walk down the strip until the coast is clear.” He looked up and saw you trying your best to stay warm but failing. He stood up to take off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders before sitting back down.

“Thanks but you really don’t have to. My ride should be here soon,” you tried to protest but he just shook his head instead. You were sure he’d refuse to take his jacket back if you handed it to him.

You looked on toward the road, contemplating to yourself. You’re so close to a comfy bed and those million thread count sheets. You don’t owe this kid shit. Not your fault Bi got a hold of his friend and wants to ride his face raw. But it’s so sad for him to be wandering around by himself and making company with all the other lonely people on the strip. And he even gave you his coat. He can’t be that bad to be around. ARG! Fuck it.

“Hey, what is your stance on buffets because I don’t think I’ve had real food since lunch,” you offered, changing your original plans of just ordering room service.

“Honestly? They’re pretty much germ traps but it’s worth it if the food is good.”

“I knew we were on the same wavelength. Come on, I think that’s my Uber pulling up.” You said as you stood up and started walking toward the black sedan with Alex following close behind.

“Where are we going?”

“First stop is my room,” he raised an eyebrow at this statement, “where you will wait in the hallway while I change into some comfier clothes and shoes that won’t kill me.”

Next

End Notes: Do you think our dear Reader will force poor Alex to wait in the cold hallway? Or is she just ready to risk it all? What will they choose at the buffet? Do you enjoy dining at a buffet? All these questions may be answered...eventually.

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Two

Masterlist | One

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 2590

Summary: Alex and Reader enjoy some dinner, drinks, and games. Could this be a date?

Warnings: Toying with infidelity, people freely scrolling though someone else’s phone with no disregard

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Alex pressed his back against the wall next to your hotel room door. With his hands tucked into his pockets and his legs crossed at the ankles, he waited for you to come back out. He tried to downplay the large smile on his face but it was hard. The theme of his night was playing it cool and to not seem like a lovesick fool but he was in disbelief over his luck. When Bianca said she was going to bring her friend over, he was temporarily stunned to see the same woman that had caught his eye at the airport two days ago.

He was waiting in baggage claim with Marco who was busy listing all their potential plans during their stay when he got distracted by a faint coconut scent that floated by. He looked over to see you walking past him going toward the baggage carousel. Whatever his friend was saying was now just background noise as he couldn’t help but stare at you. You were smiling and seemed like you were making small talk with an older couple next to you as you waited for your own bag to appear. 

Just as he was fine-tuning his plan to approach you with his not-so-smooth line of “Excuse me, Miss, I think you dropped this dollar. By the way, you are beautiful and will you please let me take you out sometime”, he looked up to find that you were gone. After being caught up on the one who got away, Marco reassured him that there would be plenty of other women he could hit on. He had to agree with him because what were the chances he would run into you again? Obviously, it was greater than he thought.

The sound of the door opening brought Alex out of his thoughts. Your curls were now in a messy bun on top of your head and just as you promised you were dressed more comfortably in simple tee, jeans, and your chucks which he figured probably felt like walking on a cloud to you after being in heels most of the night. He also noticed that you still had his jacket on.

“Sorry, I’ve decided that I’m keeping this. I think it looks better on me anyway,” you said with a mischievous smile as you tucked your hands into the pockets.

“I can’t really argue with you on that one. But I’ll be taking it off of you one way or another.” He countered, instantly regretting his choice of words. No more saying out loud how you want to take her clothes off, he thought to himself.

You raised your eyebrow in response, “Hmm..I doubt it. Don’t worry, I’ll give it back to you eventually.” You turned down the hallway, going toward the elevators with Alex following close behind you.

He once again felt like luck was on his side when you didn’t throw his jacket in his face and politely tell him to fuck right off. He reminded himself to reign in the comments and glances he’s been giving you before he scared you off and you decided to cut your night short. But as he became distracted by the slight swing of your hips, he thought that maybe he was in over his head.

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The trip to the buffet was just one elevator ride down to the second floor of the hotel you were staying at. Although it featured various cuisines to choose from, you and Alex both bee-lined toward the sushi bar and unashamedly stuffed your faces full of raw fish while washing it down with beer. 

You declared yourself full as the busboy picked up your empty plates so he had a look of confusion when you left and then came back to the table with a brownie topped with ice cream. Without needing him to say anything, you quickly responded that there is always room for dessert.

If he only knew how much you enjoyed your sweets, he would have waited a moment before taking a sip of his beer. You gave a soft moan as you took the first bite of your brownie. Unprepared to hear such a sound come from you, Alex had choked on his beer and gave a few coughs to clear out his throat.

“Don’t die on me, kid. Maybe you should try sipping slowly,” you giggled and then brought another spoonful to your mouth. All the drinks you’ve had so far was giving you a warm buzz.

“Kid?”, his voice raspy as he was still trying to clear his throat. “I’m only seven years younger than you!”

“Only seven years? Aw, you really are a baby boy!,” you said with wide eyes. You couldn’t stop giggling when Alex started pouting and crossed his arms across his chest. “Don’t be a Mister Grumpy Gills! I’m just being a little shit. You should be honored, I’m only mean to the ones I like.”

Alex took another sip of his beer before leaning back in his chair and continued to pretend to be hurt by your teasing. Even if he were, he imagined it would be hard to stay that way for too long. All you would have to do is flash him a smile and all would be forgiven.

You had set your spoon down and rested your chin against your fist as you started to stare off toward the fountain display at the center of the restaurant. He pulled out his phone and decided to take advantage of the moment, capturing a couple shots of you. It wasn’t his camera but it will have to do for now. As he got ready to take another picture, he glanced at your left hand and noticed the ring you were wearing.

Alex’s heart fell. Why didn’t he notice this before? Were you wearing it this entire time? His mind went back over the past three hours he had spent with you so far and he couldn’t recall you mentioning a husband or any form of a significant other. He didn’t want to confirm what he knew to be true but he had to.

“How long have you been married?” He asked as he tried to erase the look of disappointment that he was sure was all over his face.

You appeared to be startled. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the interruption or because of the question itself. You brought your hand down and glanced at the offending ring on your finger. “About eight years,” you answered simply.

“And why aren’t they here with you? Turning thirty seems to be pretty significant, I know if you were my wife I’d be busy spoiling you and celebrating it with you,” Alex was tempted to add in bed but now really wasn’t the time.

“He wasn’t able to come. That and me and Bi wanted to have a girls only kind of trip. He’d probably be miserable doing all the corny touristy things I love to do,” you cracked a smile at this. “He’s the one treating us to all of this anyway so it’s like he’s here in spirit.”

“Is he a good husband?” He groaned internally because he couldn’t stop asking questions that he didn’t want to know the answers to.

You tilted your head as if to ponder his question before nodding, “Yeah. Definitely not perfect, but yes.”

With the warm smile on your face after you spoke, Alex figured right then and there that he stood no chance. He tried to take some consolation in the fact that you were at least being treated with the respect you deserved. He downed the rest of his beer with a large gulp as he prepared to wish you a good night and pray that your friend had already vacated his room so he could sleep his sorrows away.

His intentions were interrupted by your small gasp. “Hey! Let’s gamble and lose some money!” You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you stood up from your table and marched over to the casino floor.

He got up from the table and quickly followed. Wounded or not, he wasn’t going to deny you anything.

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“You were up fifty dollars! Why didn’t you stop playing?” Alex could have sworn he only took his eyes from your machine for one second and then he looked back to see you were down to the last dollar.

“Because I thought I could get more but then I didn’t. So I decided that I just wanted to break even but...uh, then I didn’t,” you pulled on the handle of the slot machine and then frowned when you came up empty once again.

He could only laugh at your sad explanation. Now he understood why after you withdrew $100 from the ATM, you handed him the cash and declared that he was in charge of the funds. 

“Maybe we should hit up the tables?” you suggested as you slipped off the stool, making sure to not forget your free drink that a server had previously offered you. Maybe not so free since you were now down twenty dollars.

“I guess if you want to lose your money even faster,” he said. He pulled out his phone and tried to get a shot of the rows of lighted up slot machines, thinking it would make an interesting picture.

“Ooo! Let me see!” You pulled down his arm so that his phone would be more at your eye level Smiling up at him, you asked, “Do you have any others?”

He scrolled through his photos to find the ones he had taken when he was back home before handing his phone to you. He didn’t know why but he was nervous as you flipped through the album. There was a part of him that was seeking your approval, a part of him that wanted to make you proud.

“Alex…,” you looked up at him in amazement before going back to scroll through his pictures. “I don’t claim to have the eye of an art critic but these are good. Like real good.”

“I mean they’re okay--” he started to say before being interrupted.

“Uh-uh, you don’t need to be humble around me. ‘I don’t feel comfortable saying I’m professional yet’, my ass,” you said mockingly as you flipped through his photo album.

“I just meant that I don’t get paid to do it,” he tried to defend himself.

“I think you could if you wanted to,” you were taking a sip of your mixed drink when you paused at one picture in particular. He could have sworn he saw a tinge of red starting to flush across your cheeks. “Oh. Ohhhh...I’m sure a gal would pay a pretty penny for this one. Did you put this one on your tinder?”

You pointed the screen toward him to let him see what you were referring to. Taken in the privacy of his own bathroom, Alex was wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone as it took a picture of his reflection. He lept toward you trying to take the phone away from your hands before you delved even deeper into his photo album but you were too fast for him. With your back pressed against his chest, he again tried to wrestle it from your grip but again he was coming up empty.

“And what is this one, I see?” 

He quickly tried to think if he had any other incriminating pictures that he forgot to delete. Embarrassed, he looked down at the screen fully expecting to see his own dick staring back at him but instead all he saw was you. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Were you expecting me to find something else? Should I keep searching?” you asked cheekily.

“Nope!” He finally managed to get his phone back, “I think you’re done.”

“Laaaame.” You whined as you continued walking between the game tables, trying to decide what you wanted to try out. “I am very surprised you managed to get my good side. It usually takes me about twenty tries before I get a decent pic.”

“I don’t know, I think all your sides are good sides,” he stated while falling instep with you.

“Ha, no but thanks for the ego boost. You’re such a charmer. Be sure to keep that up when you get that special woman in your life.”

“Your husband doesn’t try to charm you?”

“He does in his own ways.” 

“But not in the way you like.”

“I’ve always been such a hopeless romantic and he...is not. He isn’t the type to buy ‘Just Because’ flowers but he would wake up early during the winter to scrape my windshield and make sure my car was heated before I left for work.”

“What are ‘Just Because’ flowers?”

You paused to mull over your response, “When it’s just an ordinary day, no obligation because of a special occasion or holiday, you give someone you like or love flowers just because you knew they were having a bad day or just because you wanted to see the smile or just because you were thinking of them. Whatever the reason is, it’s just because.” You continued walking and didn’t hear a reply from him, “Sorry, was that cheesy? I did warn you that I was a hopeless romantic!”

“No, not cheesy at all,” he said as he gave a glance down at you. “It’s just...it sounds like these flowers would have meant a lot to you. Have you tried telling him this? I don’t think you should go another eight years without it.”

“It really doesn’t matter much now.” You polished off the rest of your drink before leaving the glass at a vacant slot machine. “Onto a more cheerful topic, I think I still have at least two more hours left in me before I officially need to pass out.”

“Just two?” He takes a seat on the stool in front of you. With him seated and you still standing, it gave you the opportunity to look him straight in the eyes.

“Yes, it’s way beyond my bedtime.” You crossed your arms across your chest. Although you were more clothed now, he was finding it hard to stay focused on your face. “So I feel I’ve been controlling this entire outing. Is there anything you wanted to do?”

Alex gave a small gulp. He felt tempted to pull you closer to him, to have you trapped between his legs only so he could make his answer clear. But instead he kept his hands to himself. “I’m fine gambling for the rest of the night.”

“That’s nice of you but that’s not what I asked. What do you want to do? Or better yet, what were yours and Marco’s plans before me and Bianca so rude interrupted it?”

“Well…”

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You stepped up into the back of the SUV, scooting over to give Alex some room to get in as well.

“Are you Y/N?” your Uber driver asked. After confirming this, he continued reading off his app screen,  “And you two are going to the Sapphires Gentlemen’s Club?

You and Alex looked at each other. You giggled at what he was sure was the flush he felt that was taking over his cheeks. All he could think to himself was, this is such a bad idea, kill me now.

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End Notes: So, yeah. Looks like they are wrapping up their night with a bang, whether that includes a literal bang. Who knows? Still think our dear reader is ready to risk it all? Are you good at slots (pssh, I’m not!)? Would you allow a stranger to have completely access to your photo album?

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Chapter Three

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Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 3799

Summary: A trip to the strip club. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Warnings: There is schmut! Hint of F/F (it’s a strip club, this was bound to happen), possible infidelity, cunnilingus

Author’s Note: I thought this story was going to be three chapters but I’m going to need one more to wrap this part of their story up.

This is such a bad idea. If you were sober, this more than likely would have been your first thought as you paid your cover at the front of the club. All the free drinks you’ve consumed throughout the night were starting to catch up with you. Although you were still able to speak clearly and walk steadily enough, you knew you were not of sound mind. You also knew that it wasn't entirely the alcohol to blame as you cast a glance towards your new found friend.

Ever since Alex had mentioned taking his jacket off of you, you have been stuck between taking him up on his offer and keeping him at an arm's length. You were enjoying spending time with him but as the night went on, your resolve to keep him out of your room, and ultimately your pants, was starting to deteriorate. When you asked him what he wanted to do for the remainder of the night, a small part of you was daring him to say what you knew he really wanted to say. 

When he mentioned that he and Marco had thought about going to a strip club, you couldn’t help but giggle. They were two young men visiting Sin City, the answer to your question should have been obvious. Maybe he thought you would never pounce on the idea but he was going to learn that sometimes you were full of surprises. 

You definitely were not a stranger to strip clubs especially after spending your birthday and first night in town at one. And there may or may not have been one point in your life where you waitressed at one. Bi was still convinced you probably did more than serve drinks but you enjoyed being the little shit that you were and refused to confirm nor deny it.

You originally thought coming here would take some heat off you and put some necessary distance between you two. The less Alex stared at you, the less likely you would climb onto his lap. As Alex draped his arm over the back of your chair, it was starting to be clear that you thought wrong. You had hoped that he would be too distracted by the naked woman on the main stage but when you felt his hand softly caress your arm, you only had one lingering thought in your head. Fuck.

“Well, shit. I know I can’t do that one,” you admitted after watching the dancer transition into an inverted split while spinning around the pole. You leaned forward in your chair to mainly get some space but also to throw down some bills onto the stage.

Alex tossed his own tip down before turning to look at you with his mouth slightly agape. You could already see the wheels turning in his head. He slid his tongue across his bottom lip. “Can’t do that one? I think you need to elaborate on that, my sweet girl.”

You shook your head after stealing a sip of beer from his bottle. “Wait, your sweet girl?” you asked with an eyebrow raised.

He looked surprised as if he didn’t even notice what he said, “Yeah? You’re a girl? And you make sweets?” You snorted at his bullshit answer. “Now tell me what you meant.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You’re not sure how it was possible with you two sitting in separate chairs but he somehow pressed up closer to you and lowered his mouth down to your ear. His warm breath tickled your neck. “I think I’ll just have to find a way to convince you to tell me.”

Oh damn. You looked into his eyes before glancing down to his lips. The smell of his cologne was seeming more intoxicating than all the drinks you’ve had so far. Why did he have to smell so good? He was so close and for the first time tonight, pushing him away was the last thing on your mind. Just as you were about to press your lips against his, a high pitched voice startled the two of you.

“Hiya! How’s your guys’ night going?”, a busty blonde asked as she sat herself on the arm of Alex’s chair. Sensing now that she may have interrupted the moment, she got back to her feet immediately, “Oh I’m sorry! Did I ruin the mood?!”

“Yeah, we were kind of talking,” he stated bluntly, obviously frustrated at her bad timing.

“No, you’re fine,” you uttered at the same time.

The bubbly dancer wrinkled her brow in confusion before putting a wide smile back on her face. “Either way, let me make it up to you. How about a private dance for two for a slightly reduced price?” She asked, possibly hoping to make another couple hundred before the end of her shift.

“You know, it is his first time visiting this lovely city,” you grinned. As if he knew where you were headed with this, Alex started shaking his head. “And I think it would be absolutely tragic if we left here without him getting one lap dance.”

Clapping her hands, the blonde bounced with excitement. She took both your and his hand in hers as she led you to the back where the private rooms were. “I was hoping you would say yes! I’m Harlie, by the way, and you two are in for a treat.” She looked over each shoulder to take the two of you in. “Or maybe I’m the one who’s in for a treat.”

You both settled onto the plush couch while Harlie closed the door and got the music ready. You looked over at him, expecting him to have his eyes on the scantily clad woman but was surprised to see him staring at you instead. 

“What?”, you mouthed to him. Just as he started opening his mouth to respond, he was interrupted by the sounds of a slow, sultry song playing over the room’s speakers.

“Because I’m such a gentlewoman, ladies first!” She untied her bikini top and playfully threw it in Alex’s face before straddling your lap. “Now I only make this exception for the hot girls only,” she giggled as she took your left hand and placed it on her chest, giving you a chance to gently palm her large breast. You looked up at her as you allowed your thumb to graze her nipple, provoking another giggle out of the dancer.

You turned your gaze over to the man sitting next to you. His eyes focused on where your hand was before looking down, watching as Harlie started grinding her hips against yours to the beat of the music. Sliding your other hand over to meet his, you started to caress the back of his hand. His eyes looked up to meet yours while he turned his hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. Once again, a high pitched squeak pulled both of your attention away from each other.

“You guys are just so cute! So what’s the occasion tonight?” Lifting your hand off her chest, she kept it in her grip as she eyed your wedding band, “Are we celebrating an anniversary?”

“Oh no, we—“ Alex started to protest before you chimed in.

“We actually...have not been married for too long. I think it’s been almost two days now. Isn’t that right, baby boy?” You flashed him a grin.

He raised his eyebrow before giving a small laugh and nodding his head, “My sweet girl is right. We hadn't been engaged too long but I didn’t think I could wait one more year to marry her. So we went to that little white chapel straight from the airport and said our vows before God and Elvis.”

“Elvis?” You tried to contain your own laughter, “That’s right, he did officiate the ceremony.”

Harlie, who had since vacated your lap, could only stare at the two of you as you both tried to hold in your snickering. Trying to bring the mood back around because she was working after all, “Well, how about I get a bit of a show? Let me get a kiss between you two.”

The laughter stopped. Alex looked at her then back at you, “Uh, no...that’s okay. Y/N is a little shy. Not that big on PDA.”

Surprised that he wasn’t trying to take advantage of the request, you leaned in closer towards him. “My hand was just on her tit, dear. I think we can give her just one small kiss,” you reasoned with both him and yourself. Maybe just get one kiss out of the way and he and any temptation would officially be out of your head.

He barely let you finish your sentence before pressing his lips against yours. You could have ended it there but instead you chose to bring your hands up to softly cup his face in your palms, closing your eyes and deepening the kiss. Opening his mouth, he slid his tongue against your upper lip as if silently asking you to let him in. You, being quite the opportunist, first took a chance to give his bottom lip a small nip before granting his wish.

Alex groaned out before gliding his tongue against yours, grabbing a hold of your hips and pulling you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you moaned into the kiss. Feeling the hardening bulge underneath you, you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding your hips against him. Both of you were so lost in each other that you forgot that you two were not alone.

Harlie grabbed her discarded top and started to put it on as she made an exit out of the room. She had already been paid and was sure the newlyweds wouldn’t mind being left alone for the remaining two songs. The bouncer standing guard at the backroom entrance raised his eyebrow at her when he saw she was leaving without her customers.

“I’m just giving them some alone time. I think they have about five minutes left and after that you can give them the boot.” she said to the imposing wall of a man. He still had his eyebrow raised but offered no response, “C’mon, Lenny, they’re in loooove. It’s so sweet, I might even have a cavity now! Haven’t you ever been so in love?”

“Yeah, three times exactly. And I’m still paying all three of them alimony.” He looked straight ahead doing a scan of the crowd in front of him, “Fine. But you’re on cleaning duty if they make a mess!”

Harlie stood at attention and then gave him a salute, “Ay! Ay! Captain!”

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The elevator ride up to your floor seemed like an eternity. Part of it due to all the other guests in front of you trying to get off on their respective floors and also because of the man currently behind you, holding you close to his body. After being told kindly to leave the club and get a room by the stone faced bouncer, you two were having a hard time keeping your hands off each other.

His hand was underneath your t-shirt, fingers splayed across your stomach. It may have been your mind playing tricks on you but you were sure Alex was slowly trying to slip his hand under your waistband. Sneaking your hand behind you, you started to rub him through his jeans. You smiled to yourself as he tried to cover his groan up with a cough.

Upon seeing that you two finally arrived at your floor, he took your once preoccupied hand in his and led you off the elevator.  He made it obvious that he was as in much of a hurry as you to get into the privacy of your room. 

You stood in front of your door and with shaky hands tried to find your key which seemed to be lost in the void of your purse. Alex certainly wasn’t helping as he stood behind you, alternating between leaving kisses and softly biting your neck.

His laugh sounded muffled against you, “My sweet girl, needing a little bit of help?” He went back to gliding his tongue over every bite he made. You were grateful that his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist or you would have collapsed onto the floor by now.

As soon as you were able to locate the damn thing and get the door open, you quickly pulled him inside. His mouth was on yours before the door was even shut closed, his hands once again underneath your shirt crawling up your back. You brought your hands on his chest to push him away which caused him to look down on you with confusion. 

“Let me make sure Bi isn’t here first,” you whispered before crossing the living area to check her friend’s room. After you popped back out, you gave him a thumbs up to let him know the coast was clear.

Alex had his hands in his pockets, busy studying the layout of your two room suite. “I think you could fit mine and Marco’s room just in the living room alone.”

“Well, I figured that I only turn 30 once. You know, go big or go home.” You dropped your gaze down to his crotch as you said “go big” before looking back up at him with a smile. “I can give you the grand tour if you like?” You walked over towards him, closing the distance between you.

Pulling you back into his arms, he brought both his hands down your back to give your ass a tight squeeze, “Just your room if you don’t mind.” He smiled before lowering his head to give you another open mouthed kiss, his tongue gliding and twirling against yours.

You slowly walked him backwards toward your room. He blindly searched for the light switch to illuminate the room as you two passed the doorway. Breaking away from him, you attempted to take off your jacket but his hand grabbed yours, stopping you from doing so. You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“I think I made you a promise at the beginning of our night,” he cheekily said as he slowly tugged his jacket down your arms, leaving it in a heap at your feet.

You took a seat on the bed and scooted toward the headboard, leaning back on your elbows. Alex crawled over to you until he found his way between your legs. Sitting up on his knees, he lifted his shirt up and over his head.

“Oh fuck me, baby boy,” you moaned out as you took your time to appreciate his toned torso, biting your lip as you dragged your nails down his abs.

He leaned over you with his bent arms on either side of your head, caging you in. He softly laughed, “Trust me. I’ve been trying.” He dipped down to capture your mouth with his while he rubbed his clothed hardness against you.

Your hands gently clawed his back as you whimpered into the kiss, bringing your hips up to meet his. You weren’t sure if you could get any more wet, your lace panties had since been destroyed since the impromptu lap dance you gave him at the club. You just knew you were desperate for some quick relief.

With your eyes shut so tight, you felt him trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. He pushed your shirt up to expose your chest which was still barely covered by your black lace bra. He lavished and peppered the tops of your breasts with wet kisses before pulling down on one of the cups, his tongue reaching out to tease the pebbled skin. 

You whined out his name, arching your back as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair. Feeling his warm breath moving further down your body, you looked down to see him staring back up at you. Somewhere along the way, you must have pulled his hair tie out as his long hair was now framing his face.

He sat up on his knees, grinning as he unbuttoned your jeans before sliding them and your panties down your legs. You held your breath when he began to  lower his head down. The two of you held each other’s gaze, neither of you wanting to be the first to break eye contact but you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes and tilting your head back when you felt his mouth on your wet mound.

You had started to grind your hips up against his face while his tongue circled and flicked against your clit. You continued to moan out loud as you felt his arms wrap around your thighs, trying to weigh you down. You slid your hand up one of your thighs to grab a hold of his, lacing your fingers with his, while your other hand clenched the sheets next to you.

When you felt two of his fingers penetrate you, working their way in and out of you slowly as he sucked on your sensitive bud, you begged out loud, “Please, baby! Please!”  Your cries echoed in the room, mixing with the sounds of his assault on your pussy. Sounds that you would have thought to be obscene but you weren’t currently in the mind space to care.

You jolted up with one arm behind you, keeping you upright, as Alex curled his fingers and began to rub against that sensitive spot inside you. Your other hand tangled in his hair once again, roughly tugging at his locks causing him to groan out loud against your mound.

You had let out a long drawn out moan as you came, your legs still shaking even though he held a tight grip on one of them. You fell back against the bed and covered your eyes with your forearm, trying to steady your quick, shallow breaths. A few moments later, you could feel him crawling his way back up, the heat of his body hovering over you.

“Oh no, where did my sweet girl go? Why is she hiding?” He jokingly asked before he pulled your arm away from your face. You smiled sweetly up at his flushed face. “Oh! There she is, I found her!” He whispered loudly, looking down at you as if he was committing your face to memory.

You palmed his face in your hands, swiping away with your thumbs the sweat and your wetness that was on his cheeks and at the corners of his mouth. You brought your head up to leave the softest kisses down his face, starting at his forehead, then the tip of his nose, his cheek, and before leaving just a whisper of a kiss on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure there was no part of your body untouched by his as he pressed his lips against yours again, his tongue forcing his way into your mouth. He broke away from you to give more attention to your neck, alternating between kisses and small nips.

An uneasiness began to wash over you, you felt it starting in your heart. The look on his face wasn’t unfamiliar to you. A mix of desire, affection, and possibly love. You’ve seen it before just on another man’s face. You closed your eyes and were overwhelmed with all the moments you were treated to this look—from across crowded rooms, as you stood in your kitchen after hearing the front door open, as you walked down the aisle. The tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Stop, Alex. Please stop,” you whispered, trying to hold back your tears. 

Though you were sure he was confused, he was off of you and sitting back on his knees as soon as he heard you say please. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a look of concern on his face.

“I can't do this. I’m--I’m--I’m sorry,” you stammered, the room was starting to look blurry as the tears fell down your face. You got out of the bed and started putting your pants on. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. I’m so sorry, I’m just not--I’m not--”

All Alex could do is sit on the bed as you paced the room and wiped the tears from your face, his brow furrowed in worry. He pulled you back down on the bed, “Y/N, just sit. Please breathe for me, swee--just breathe.” He held back on his term of endearment for you.

You took a few deep stunted breaths to calm you and your heart. You looked at him and apologized once again.

Pulling you into a hug, he shushed you, “Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go this far.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I shouldn’t have kissed you but I couldn’t help myself. You were just some woman I saw at the airport. How can you be this deep in my head already?”

You pulled yourself away from him, staring at him with a small look of confusion. At the airport?, you wondered to yourself. He shouldn’t be saying any of this. You wanted him to say it was just sex and there was no hard feelings. But after looking into his eyes, you realized that this night was nothing but feelings.

Alex stood up, putting on his discarded shirt. He raked his fingers through his hair and he gave a rough exhale. “If I was your husband, I’d be here with you on your birthday. I’d agree to all the corny tourist things you want to do but honestly, we probably wouldn’t get around to it because I’d make sure you would never want to leave this bed.”

“Alex, you really don’t know. He--,” you tried to explain to him but he cut you off.

“I know, I know. He’s not a romantic,” he gave an aggravated sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Y/N, I might be young and I may have never been married before but I think a good husband should do the things that make you happy even if it’s not his thing.”

Your sadness instantly turned to annoyance. Even though a part of you agreed with him, you were damned if you were going to let him start to badmouth your husband. Taking a calming breath, you turned your eyes down at your clasped hands in front of you, “I really think you should leave.”

You didn’t bother to look up. You listened as his footsteps retreated out of the room and towards the front door, only letting the tears fall again when you heard the door shut. You fell back onto the bed, shaking your head, “I’m just not ready for this yet.”

End Notes: I originally was not going to let them get that far before bringing in the heartbreak. But I decided to treat you guys. Anywho...poor Alex, poor reader. What do we think her issue is? Do you think they will get together again?

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Luck Be a Lady | One  Two Three

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.

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Three

Masterlist | One Two

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 3799

Summary: A trip to the strip club. What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Warnings: There is schmut! Hint of F/F (it’s a strip club, this was bound to happen), possible infidelity, cunnilingus

Author’s Note: I thought this story was going to be three chapters but I’m going to need one more to wrap this part of their story up.

This is such a bad idea. If you were sober, this more than likely would have been your first thought as you paid your cover at the front of the club. All the free drinks you’ve consumed throughout the night were starting to catch up with you. Although you were still able to speak clearly and walk steadily enough, you knew you were not of sound mind. You also knew that it wasn’t entirely the alcohol to blame as you cast a glance towards your new found friend.

Ever since Alex had mentioned taking his jacket off of you, you have been stuck between taking him up on his offer and keeping him at an arm’s length. You were enjoying spending time with him but as the night went on, your resolve to keep him out of your room, and ultimately your pants, was starting to deteriorate. When you asked him what he wanted to do for the remainder of the night, a small part of you was daring him to say what you knew he really wanted to say. 

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The Secret Visit

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1065

Summary: 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.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I is not good at titles but hey, it’s my first Viking fic! This may be a series in the future. Maybe? Possibly? We’ll see. 

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The fire going at the front of the cabin became brighter as Ivar approached the clearing. Although the festivities at the Great Hall were still going and had no signs of settling down, he quietly excused himself from the celebration, hoping he drew no attention from his exit. He stepped off his chariot, nodding his head to the two men standing guard at the door before making his way in. They were one of few who knew what was housed here.

He slumped into the chair with a grunt, taking off his armor before bending over to loosen and take off his braces. While this last raid was very much fruitful, the journey back home was met with storms and rough seas. Ivar tried to keep in mind that it was Thor celebrating their success but was irritated that it was getting in the way of what was supposed to be a quick trip back to Kattegat.

The braces made a loud clang as he threw it on the table. He lowered himself down to the ground and crawled towards the back of the cabin. He could hear the soft snores coming from the bed, surprised you still slept as he knew he wasn’t exactly trying to keep quiet. After getting in and under all the furs, he scooted closer to you and laid a hand on your waist.

Your body was facing towards him as you slept on. He tucked a loose curl behind your ear before gently caressing your cheek with the back of his finger when he suddenly felt the press of cold metal against his neck. Ivar sat upright in the bed, pulling away from you to look down and see a small knife in your grip.

“And what is this?” he asked incredulously as he clasped your wrist to hold your hand steady. “How did you get this?”

“Ivar?” Bringing the knife down and away from him, you blinked a few times to adjust your eyes to the poorly lit room. “I thought one of your men decided to get too friendly with me.”

“Again, I ask: how did you get this?” he questioned, taking the weapon from you.

“I found it...on Hallfred’s waist,” you avoided Ivar’s gaze as you stated this. You don’t know why you felt ashamed to admit this when his guards should have been keeping good inventory on their personal weapons.

“And the little thief strikes again,” he chortled, recalling how you would try to get your hands on any weapon when he first brought you here. “Well, I think my men will need another talking to about the importance of keeping all sharp things away from my precious guest.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Guest.”

“Y/N, not this again.” Ivar brought his fist to his forehead in frustration, shaking his head.

Sitting up in the bed, you fold your arms against your chest, “If I am not your prisoner, then why do I need guards to keep eyes on me at all times? I can’t even bathe at the falls without them following.”

“They watched you bathe?” His eyes glared toward the front of the cabin where his most trusted men stood. At least he thought he could trust them as he held a tight grip around the knife still in his hand. He made a move to get out of bed but your hand against his bare chest stopped him.

“Focus, Ivar,” you quietly chastised as you took the knife away from him before setting it down on the bed between you two.

Now remembering the second reason why he was here, he untied a pouch from his pants. “I don’t think prisoners get presents from their captors.” He pulled out the red beaded necklace from the pouch, clasping it around your neck. “I was told that it is hundreds of years old and once belonged to a beautiful queen. So it is only right for it to be worn by the most beautiful queen I know.”

You grasped the necklace between your fingers to examine the piece of jewelry, “Oh, so did Freydis not want it then?” You smirked, knowing how much it angered him when you reminded him of the wife that he leaves behind in Kattegat every time he comes to visit you.

He gave a long exhale, it was obvious he was trying to reign in his frustration with you, “I just thought of you when I saw it and wanted you to have it as a thank you for waiting here for me.”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” you averted your gaze and pursed your lips.

Picking up the discarded knife, Ivar looked down on it before he reached over you to set it on the bedside table, “Hmm...I think you did have a choice, my little Queen, and since you’re still here and my guards are still alive, looks like you made the right one. Now enough talking,” He pushed you back onto the bed so that he could lay his head on your chest as he snaked his arms around your waist, “I’ve been traveling for over six moons and I'm too tired to keep fighting with you.”

You got started on undoing his braids, a ritual of yours whenever he decided to stay the night. “You know, I never really cared for jewelry.”

His gentle laugh sounded muffled with his mouth pressed against your breast, “Once again you confirm my suspicions that you just may be the oddest queen that has ever lived.”

You began to comb your fingers through his hair, your nails softly scraping against his scalp.You could feel his small moans through your nightdress, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

“Maybe…” you started and couldn’t help but grin when you heard him groan out. You were sure he was longing for the time when you didn’t say anything at all. “You could find me a book the next time you’re gone.”

He lifted his head to look into your eyes, his face had gone soft at your simple request. “And will you still be here when I return?” he questioned. At this moment, he looked so much different from the Heathen King he once was to you when you first met. Before he had stolen you away. 

You placed a small kiss on his forehead and grinned, “We will see.”

When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1492

Summary: Ivar finds more than just gold when he raids the Kingdom of Powys.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Oh, looky! I’m back with another one about my new favorite couple. And I’m also back with my bad titles :) Figured I should go back to when our couple first met. It’s not quite an easy start.

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 “Who is she?” Ivar questioned the eleven prisoners kneeled before him, the last of King Fremund’s men sent from Gwynedd to help defend the Kingdom of Powys. Even with the swords and knives held against their necks, they stayed silent much like the stubborn woman in his tent. “Am I not speaking the right language? Maybe we should start ripping you open slowly, one by one, until I can get my point across.”

The shudder he heard let him know that he was being understood clearly but still no one spoke. He signaled to one of his men to commence cutting into the first prisoner in line while he went over to stand next to Hvitserk, hoping he’d get some answers soon.

“I don’t understand why you care so much about this woman, Ivar? Just put her with the other thralls,” He contested before taking a sip from his horn. Both brothers unphased by the shouts and screams in the background.

“There’s just a mystery about her. These Christians don’t typically let their women pick up a sword yet she fought as valiantly as their strongest man,” he praised. Though small in stature, you were hard not to notice as you sped down the hill even faster than some of your men. No fear or hesitation on your face. Not even after you were captured, especially not after you spat in his face when asked for your name.

Hvitserk gave him a disinterested shrug. “Maybe they just decided to let this one fight?,” he countered.

“Did you not see how they formed a wall around her when we had them surrounded? Why go through all that effort even if she was a common shieldmaiden?,” he wondered, mostly to himself. He didn’t think his brother was as invested in this puzzle as he was.

Whatever flippant answer Hvitserk was about to offer was cut off by a guttural scream from the tortured prisoner, begging his captors to stop.

Ivar raised his eyebrow at his brother before walking over to the man tied on the table. Blood from the deep cut through his stomach was pooling down onto the surface he was laid on. Leaning down to bring his ear close to the prisoner’s mouth, a smirk slowly crept across his face as he heard his whispers. 

He stood up straight and pointed towards the remaining prisoners, “Kill them all including their very helpful friend here, they’re no use to me now.” He began walking to the direction of his tent. “I think I’m going to pay our important guest a visit.”

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You were being held in a tent separate from your men, tied to the pole in front of you. The rope burned your now bloodied wrists as you struggled to get loose. You first tried to untie them but just like your captors, their knots were equally as ruthless.

You didn’t plan for this. You had seen yourself celebrating the Heathens’ defeat with your men or dying a true warrior’s death with your sword in hand on the battlefield. You even accepted that you may be a target of your husband’s wrath once he found out you ran off yet again but being captured by the enemy never entered your mind as a possibility.

A scream that sounded off in the distance reminded you of all the stories you heard about what these men were known to do to their enemies. In desperation, you began to lean back away from your bonds, praying the blood seeping down your hands would help you slip through. You probably shouldn’t have spat in their king’s face. Better yet, you should have listened to your men when they pleaded to you to let them escort you back to Gwynedd but your stubborn pride wanted just one taste of a fight.

“And what would be your plan after you got loose?” a melodic voice broke through your panicked grunts. You jumped at the sound, maneuvering your way around the pole, desperate to have something between you and the Heathen King. “I have three of my men standing guard out front, not to mention everyone else in my camp. Would you fight them all?”

You hoped that he would take your silence as an act of brave defiance and not because you didn’t consider your next move if you ever got loose from your binds. If you were fated to die, you’d rather have someone remember you as brave instead of stupid.

He slowly walked closer to you to take your hands into his one, gently caressing one of your wounded wrists, “Still nothing to say?” He held his hands up as if he meant no harm when you pulled your wrists away from him. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, little one, and do try to not spit in my face again: who are you?”

You chose to lower your head at his question as if the answer could be found on your face. With his axe underneath your chin, he brought your head up to look at him.

“I think it’s best you know that sometimes I can be a very impatient man and don’t like to be kept waiting,” he warned while looking straight into your eyes. The edge of his axe threatened to dig into your skin but still you refused to answer him. He titled his head to the side and pulled his weapon away from you before he started chuckling, “I’m kidding, I already heard enough from one of your men. I must say, you’re a very interesting woman. Most queens would try to use their status as a bargaining chip but not you.”

Upon seeing your eyes widened in surprise, he had his confirmation, “Hmm..I assumed he was lying to me when he said I had the Queen of Gwynedd in my hands. Some men will say anything when they’re being gutted like a fish. Maybe you could at least tell me why would King Fremund send such a precious thing,” he reached out his hand to caress your cheek but you shied away from his touch, “out to fight while he sits comfortably on his throne.”

You chose to look straight ahead instead of answering him.

“That’s fine, Little Queen. Stay quiet,” he whispered as he smoothed his hand down your hair before making a move toward the tent entrance. “I’m sure your men will have plenty to say if they don’t want to have the same fate as their friend.”

“No!” You cried out to him. You didn’t want to be responsible for anymore lives lost from those who were sworn to protect you. “Just don’t...don’t hurt anyone else. I had ordered them not to say anything.”

“Well I will see to it that no more of your men will be harmed. I swear.” The feeling at the pit of your stomach told you not to trust his words or the smile on his face. “So why would Fremund send you to fight for him?”

“He didn’t. He doesn’t even know that I am here,” you gave out a frustrated sigh as you pressed your forehead against the wood in front of you, “Only the few men I have left here, and now you, are aware of my whereabouts.”

“You looked very comfortable with a sword and I’m sure he’s aware that you have the heart of a fighter. If he’s a smart man, wouldn’t he think of coming to Powys to look for you?”

“No, he thinks that I would never have the courage to run into battle. That I should only be a proper queen, not a silly girl with silly dreams,” you willingly locked eyes with him as you admitted this. 

Looking down at the rope around your wrists, you guessed that Fremund was right. You were just a silly girl acting out a fantasy. You took some consolation in the fact that if you die, then you would never have to hear him say that he told you so.

He lifted your head up with his axe once again so that he could look you in the eyes one last time, “It’s a shame he probably won’t ever know that he had such a strong Queen by his side.” 

You closed your eyes and held your breath, waiting for the blade to cut through your neck. Instead you heard it whack into the pole before your arms fell down at your side. Your brow was furrowed in confusion as you opened your eyes.

“As my guest, it’s only right that you get a chance to make yourself more comfortable before we leave.” He walked towards the entrance of the tent but paused right before he made his exit, turning to look back at you. “Y/N, do not take advantage of my kindness. You try to run away from me, I will see to it that you can’t run again.”

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Lost

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 1559

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

Author’s Note: Just me here, still trying to lay down some foundation about these two. Don’t worry, Reader will stop being such a little shit eventually.

More from The Stolen Queen: When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen The Secret Visit

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Ivar knew something was amiss when he saw the door of the cabin was closed and latched on the outside. He figured you must have tried to run off again until he noticed one of his guards missing from his post.

“Arn, where is Vali?” When the remaining guard pointed toward a covered up mound near the tree line, he rubbed his face in frustration. His absence was meant to placate you and curtail your deadly behavior, not fuel it. “And what did she get a hold of this time?”

This was the second guard you managed to get rid of in the past month since you’ve lived here. Either you was more deceitful than he gave you credit for or he just had a habit of picking stupid men to watch over you. Considering that you were previously caught with various weapons stolen from the more naive of the guards, he figured it was a combination of the two.

“Last week's dinner.” He tossed the weapon to Ivar “She sharpened a chicken bone into a spike and got him good in the neck. It's a pretty decent weapon too, imagine if it was something bigger.” The large man had a rare hint of a smile on his face, looking like a proud father.

“You find this is amusing?”

Arn shrugged, “I didn’t care for him all that much. Never shut his mouth. Guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

“I’m starting to think that you and her are in this together,” Ivar shook his head as he went to unlatch and open the door.

You were standing with your back against the pillar, your arms tied behind you. Rolling your eyes as soon as you saw him enter the cabin, you leaned your head back, choosing to stare at the rafters instead.

He took a seat at the table in front of you, gently placing the offending weapon at the center before interlacing his fingers in his lap. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N?”

“You could always let me go.” You stated bluntly, shifting around in your binds. He wasn’t sure exactly how long you’ve been standing there but he imagined you were starting to get uncomfortable. You brought your head back down to look at him, “Or would you just make sure that I can’t run again?”

Ivar seemed to usually be caught between irritation and amusement when it came to you. Defiant wasn’t a strong enough word to describe you. You had tried to run off on your first morning at the cabin but was quickly stopped by his guards. When he arrived that night, he had expected to find a scared little queen who would beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary. Instead you stood in front of him with your head held high, daring him to do as he promised. At that moment, he found himself unable to keep his word. He had you locked in for the rest of the week until you were on your best behavior.

“I think I’ve been a very considerate host. I make sure that you’re well fed, that you’re clothed in the best dresses, that you sleep under the warmest furs. But still you try to leave or you kill my men. Why? I’ve treated you better than I would most of my family.” With the help of his crutch, he stood from the table and walked over to you. He bent at the waist so he could be at your eye level. 

You turned your head to the wall to avoid his gaze, refusing to say anything to him.

He grabbed a hold of your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Do you even know where you are? Or which way you need to go to get back home? You’re safer here, I’m only keeping you here for your own good, my little queen.” His hold on you softened, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He walked around behind you to loosen the rope around your arms.

Falling over onto your hands and knees after taking a first step, your legs weakened after having to stand for too long. You rolled over to sit on the floor and look up at him as he walked over to sit on the bed.

Ivar propped his chin on his crutch, raising his brows, “You want to leave? So go. I won’t stop you.”

You slowly rose to your feet with some uncertainty. He couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that was bubbling up inside as he watched you walk out the door. Even though he knew you would be back, he had wished that you had chosen to stay.

Arn rushed into the cabin, looking confused after witnessing you run off, “Are you really letting her go?,” he questioned.

 “Let her tire herself out and then bring her back,” he ordered before laying back onto the bed to rest his eyes. “I doubt she will get far. She’s a fierce fighter but I don’t think navigation is one of her strengths.”

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Your lungs felt like they were on fire as you kept running but you couldn’t stop now. Refusing to believe Ivar would simply let you go without a fight, you were determined to get as much distance between you and the guard that you were sure was sent after you. You were too busy checking behind you once again when you felt your feet fall out from under you, taking a hard tumble down a small hill. 

You saw stars and felt the air knocked out of you when your back finally hit the ground. Letting out a groan, you rolled onto your hands and knees. You tried to stand but the sharp pain from your ankle brought you back down. You considered staying put for the rest of the night but the snap of a branch from afar reminded you that that wouldn’t be the best plan. With all the strength you had left, you managed to get back up and limp away. 

You gritted your teeth through the pain as you kept walking. The branches and leaves of the trees above you had obscure your view of the moon, making it hard for you to tell how long you’ve been going now. You paused to take in your surroundings, looking for any sign you were headed in the right direction. You thought you would have been out of the other end of the forest by now.

“No, no, no,” you cried out loud to yourself when you noticed the felled tree you were sure you had already passed moments ago. There was no possible way that you were walking around in a circle. Collapsing onto your knees in exhaustion, everything seemed to be spinning around you now even though you were still.

You laid on your side, curling into yourself on the forest floor in a sad attempt to keep warm. You had only shut your eyes for a brief moment before you opened them again and found yourself staring at a familiar face. 

The woman was lying beside you, looking the same as she did the last time you saw her. The white war markings around her face stood in stark contrast to her deep brown skin, her long, thick braids wrapped around her golden crown.

“Mama,” you called out softly in a language you haven’t spoken in many years, “I’m afraid that I’m lost.”

You felt the warmth of her hand as she caressed your cheek. “You are never truly lost. Our God has led you to where you need to be. My dearest daughter, the destined wife of the beast-- her end will mark the beginning of his downfall but she will birth the hope he needs to rise again.”

When your mother first foretold this prophecy, you regarded it more as a scary tale than anything else. “Well, God has led me to be lost. I didn’t understand the words he spoke through you then and I still don’t understand now,” you admitted.

“Don’t worry, it will become clear to you soon. Now rest your eyes, my brave girl.” You knew she wasn’t really with you but you could have sworn you felt her hand smooth down your hair 

Waking to the crunching of leaves on the ground, you felt as if you were floating in the air.  You opened your eyes to see Arn’s weathered face above you. You looked past him, gazing up at the hint of reds dusting the sky that was peeking through the forest canopy. How long had you been out?

You were contemplating whether it was worth struggling out of his hold when you heard her again, repeating the last words she ever spoke to you, “Be not afraid, you’ll be safe with him. He’s taking you home. Home to your king.” Resting your eyes once again, you allowed yourself to be lulled by sounds of the forest around you.

When Arn finally laid you down on your bed, you rolled over away from him, waiting until you heard his retreating steps out of the cabin. You finally allowed yourself to weep after growing tired of trying to remain strong. Your mother must have had it wrong, you were still lost and so far from home.

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In My Sights

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Pairing: Assassin Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 2026

Summary: 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.

Warnings: Schmut, Oral (Male receiving)

Author’s Note: This is a oneshot assassin AU. I say oneshot loosely because I have a tendency to just build a whole universe in my head and then boom, I get my hopes set on writing a whole series! So for now I will say no guarantees on a second part.

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Drops of water had been tapping Ivar’s shoulder for the last hour but all he could do was breathe through his annoyance as he kept his scope sighted on the interior of the penthouse suite. He should have accounted for any potential inconveniences when he decided that the under construction high rise had the best vantage point with its lack of walls. Not much he could do now, even the slightest movement could result in him losing the Mark. He was at least grateful that the water was nowhere near his rifle.

He usually preferred a more hands-on approach when it came to eliminating a target. There was just something he loved about watching the life go out of someone’s eyes up close and personal but, unfortunately, this one was hard to get alone. Believe him, Ivar had spent a good month trying to find the best place to eliminate him without raising any questions. The only option was to sit patiently in the empty building until it was clear to make his move.

Although he was perfectly centered in Ivar’s crosshairs, it would be too risky to take the shot now as he was in the middle of his third lapdance, surrounded by his fellow associates and friends who were also in attendance of the bachelor party.

“Thank the gods,” he whispered to himself when the Mark sat up, took the scantily clad dancer’s hand, and led her to the privacy of the master bedroom. The woman’s back was facing Ivar as she climbed onto the man’s lap and leaned down to give him a kiss, her long red hair swaying back and forth when she began to grind herself against him. 

He was fully prepared to pull the trigger as soon as her head was out of the way when the man started convulsing. The dancer carefully came to her feet and slowly combed her fingers through her hair, watching him grab at his throat as if he was struggling to breathe. Her calm stance turned into something more panicked when she opened the door and ran out of the room. Cursing at himself, Ivar wished he took the time to install some bugs in the suite so he could hear what the hell was going on.

Out of curiosity, he kept his scope centered on the dancer as all the party attendees rushed into the bedroom. Watching as she struggled to pull her coat on, he could tell from the shaking of her shoulders that she had to be crying. The redhead turned around to face the window and suddenly Ivar was looking at your face.

He could only clench his jaw as he watched you wipe the fake tears from your now smiling face and blew a kiss in his direction, giving him a mischievous wave before heading toward the exit. “Fuck!”

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Ivar had waited around at the warehouse and watched as the Mark was zipped up into a body bag. Missing out on a nearly half million payday from what should have been an easy hit had really soured his mood and had him ready to get back home.

It was a few hours later when Ivar finally made it back to his motel room. Though in his personal life he preferred more luxurious accommodations because a son of Ragnar Lothbrok deserved only the best but when it came to his work, the more rundown the motel was the better. He found that people occupying such establishments kept to themselves and asked no questions.

As he unlocked the door and stepped into the dark room, he had an eerie feeling that he wasn’t alone. A creaking sound had him throwing his dagger into the corner before he quickly turned on the lights. You sat with your legs crossed in the weathered armchair looking completely unbothered by the fact that his weapon had landed only one inch away from your jeweled ear. 

Although you had ditched the red wig and your hair was now back to its natural state, you still stuck out like a sore thumb in the outdated room. You were dressed in a white tailored pantsuit with a hint of a red laced bra showing, the same red that colored the soles of your stilettos. Ivar didn’t know a lot about fashion but he was sure your whole outfit cost more than it would to rent the room out for the next year.

You grinned as you looked him up and down, “Long time no see, handsome.”

Setting his crutch next to the dresser, he went to work unpacking all his weapons from his backpack, ignoring you in the process. He was trying his hardest to seem like he wasn’t shocked over your sudden appearance after not seeing or hearing from you the past seven months. He looked up at the mirror to see you pout before you stood up to walk over to him.

“I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?,” you softly asked. Pressing your cheek against his back as you hugged him from behind, you trailed your hand from his chest down to his waistband, “Oh, Mister Lothbrok, is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” you asked before pulling out the beretta from its holster and feigning disappointment, “Darn, it’s a gun again!”

With such quickness, Ivar ripped the gun from your hand and had you backed up against the wall. He glared down on you as he placed it on the dresser.

“Uh-oh, I must be in trouble. That one was always sure to get a laugh,” You smirked.

His face loomed over yours while his hands wrapped around your neck, slowly tightening his hold, “There’s nothing fucking funny. If you missed me so much, you could have called. You wasted a whole month of recon I did on that hit!”

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me.” Fear in your eyes as you struggled to get the words out. At first he thought you were crying until a smile broke out across your face. You weren’t crying, you were laughing, “I can’t help that I’m better than you.”

He pushed you hard against the wall after letting you go. He should have known better. You were trained well enough to get out of the most complicated of holds. You’d probably have him down on the floor if you thought you were in any true danger. Just as he was about to step away, you grabbed his shirt to keep him close.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it but I really am sorry for taking away your kill,” You began to leave kisses up his neck and to his jaw, enjoying the advantage of the extra inches your heels gave you. “Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re going to give me half of the money?”, he asked as he unbuttoned your blazer and slid it off your shoulders.

You snorted, “Hell no, I earned it fair and square. It’s not like you need it anyway.” Switching places with him, you pushed him back against the wall and stroked his semi-hard dick through his pants, “I had something else in mind.”

Ivar leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he massaged your breast, his fingers brushing against your nipple. His tongue danced against yours while you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, taking care to remove the empty holster and place it next to the gun on the dresser. You pushed down his pants as much as his braces would allow so you could wrap your hand around him and give him a long, hard stroke. Leaning his head back against the wall, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your grip.

You giggled against him, your warm breath tickling his neck, “I guess you really did miss me.” You pressed one small kiss under his chin before you lowered yourself down onto your knees.

You continued to slowly stroke his shaft up and down as you took his head into your mouth, circling your tongue around it. He cursed out loud and thrusted his hips, impatient and desperate to have you take him in fully. Your long nails clawed around his hips when he did this. Just as in your professional life, you hated being rushed through a job.

Ivar felt like melting into the wall as you slowly twisted your hand down his dick while taking more of him into your wet mouth. He tangled his hand into your hair, trying to restrain himself from pushing in deeper again after feeling your moans vibrate around him. Though his eyes were shut closed, he knew that you already had your other hand in your panties, busy circling your finger around your clit.

You popped him out of your mouth but continued stroking, “Still mad at me, baby?” You looked up at him through your lashes while you pressed soft open mouth kisses over the crescent indentions you left on his hips.

“Are you going to tell me how you killed this one?,” he managed to get out before letting out a string of curses when you took him by surprise and quickly took him deep into your mouth, your tongue flicking against his balls. If you were ever going to give him an actual answer about your methods, this would be the best time. He probably couldn’t even remember his name right now. 

You took a quick gasp of air as you pulled away from him again. “I’m sorry, my mother told me that it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.” That got a laugh out of him. “Now let your girl work.”

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It was a small ray of light shining into his eyes that woke Ivar from his deep slumber. Rolling over to escape the brightness, he hissed when his back met the mattress. He was still tender from where you dug your nails in, holding onto him tight, pleading for him not to stop as he fucked you into the mattress. He grinned to himself while blindly reaching out to you, hoping to get you under him one last time before check out time but all he got was the cool side of the bed. 

Sitting up, he looked around and saw your clothes that he remembered throwing across the room was now gone. Just like with all your kills, there was no sign of you left anywhere if he didn’t count the taste of you still lingering in his mouth.

He didn’t know why he thought it would be different this time. Maybe he hoped you’d want to make up for the lost time and actually be there when he woke for once.

Just as he was about to lie back down, he noticed the brown case near the foot of the bed. He reached over to bring it closer to him, smoothing his hand over the top. It looked like it was an antique and made with Italian leather, he was sure it wasn’t cheap and that whatever was inside of it wasn’t going to be any less expensive. He sighed, thinking that you were due for another lecture about your spending.

He undid the leather straps holding it closed, curious what was inside. It was too small to house a rifle or a shotgun and too big for a knife. He opened the case to find a throwing axe surrounded by the plush red velvet lining. Running his hand over the axe head and then down the rosewood handle, it appeared to be forged with great care. He didn’t want to think about how much you spent on this gift but he couldn’t deny that you had a good eye for exceptionally crafted weapons.

Noticing a piece of paper tucked underneath the blade, he unfolded it and smiled at the familiar scrawl.

“A proper Viking axe for the only man who can fuck me like a heathen. Maybe you’ll have better luck hitting me next time.”

Next time. There was hope for him. As long as she kept her damned hands off his next target.

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Endnotes: I think the agent assigned to monitor my activity was probably on high alert for a second there as I was searching about sniper rifles, where to keep daggers for easy access, and who picks up dead bodies. I figured searching for how much an assassin makes for each kill would be a step to far though...

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My Teeny Tiny Masterlist

Because I’m hoping I will write more, so might as well get this started.

Alex Høgh Andersen

Luck Be a Lady | One  Two Three

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.

Ivar the Boneless

The Stolen Queen  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. 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. 

In My Sights |  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.

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.

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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.”

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Learning

Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 2161

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

Author’s Note: I’ve been slow with updating anything. With work and all the things going on in the world, I’ve been much like the reader and preferred to stay in bed all time. Hopefully, I can get back into the groove because I do enjoy entertaining you all with the ideas that pop up in my head.

The Stolen Queen: When Heathen King Meets Christian Queen Lost The Secret Visit

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The knot on the wooden plank across from you seemed to grow the longer you stared at it. You were lying in bed with your arm hanging off the edge and no intention of moving. It seemed like today was going to be the same as the rest. Your ankle was getting better and you could finally put some weight on it but that still didn’t give you enough motivation to step outside.

There wasn’t much of a point. You could only sit in silence with Arn so many times and watch as he sharpened his sword or gutted whatever animal you'd be feasting on that day. Even if he were more of a conversationalist, he knew no Saxon and there were only a few Norse words you could understand. You two were limited on the ways you were able to get your point across to each other. 

Like a few moments ago when he plopped a plate of food onto the bed. He pointed at your lunch, acted like he was spooning it to his mouth before he crossed his arms and waited for you to make your move. You nibbled on a slice of meat just to appease the older man enough to leave you alone. Once he made his exit, you dropped the morsel immediately and went back to staring at the wall.

Your eyes grew heavy as you slowly drifted off for the third time that day. You spent most of your days asleep. Ever since the last time you ran off, you realized that it was only in your dreams when you could escape from these four walls, getting lost in past memories. Some good, some bad, and some that hadn’t crossed your mind since you were younger...

It was the sound of a clay pot crashing right outside your room that woke you from your nap. You stood on the tip of your toes over your pile of blankets to take a peek out of the window. The usual bustle of the marketplace was replaced with panic as people tried to quickly pack up their stalls. Mothers had their children in their arms as they ran from the town center.

The shouting from the other room had you hopping off your bed and quietly walking toward the archway. Your mother and Sigbert, her loyal guard and friend, hovered over the table, looking over the battle plans. The white paint on her face was smudged and now replaced with blood but you weren’t sure if it was hers or someone else’s.

Sigbert pounded his fist against the table causing one of the figurines to tumble onto the ground. “Dammit, Rasha! More than half your warriors are gone. We must leave while there is still time. I know King Wuldric would insist on your safe return to Essex.”

Your mother hung her head as if in silent defeat. Her braids dusted the table below her. “My people need their queen and that far outweighs any need of a foreign king,” her voice was just above a whisper. You had to poke your head out of the archway just to hear her clearly. “You need to return to Essex and you need to take Y/N with you. There is no one else I trust more with her life.”

“You cannot stop them,” Sigbert tried to reason with her one last time.

“Then I will have to die trying.” She looked over to you. “I’ll take comfort that my legacy will live on through her.” Your lip began to wobble when you saw her tears flowing, pulling the red and white coloring down her face. You’ve never seen your mother with such sadness in her eyes and you didn’t know why but it frightened you.

Picking you up, she smoothed your hair back as she tried to stop your tears. “Y/N, Be not afraid, you’ll always be safe with Sigbert. He’s taking you home. Home to your king.” She pressed a kiss against your temple, holding you tight to her before passing you over to your new guardian.

As he carried you off to his waiting horse, you reached out your small hand to her, calling out for her, “Mama! Mama!”

You woke up to the bed shifting next to you. You peaked over your shoulder to find Ivar sitting next to you, picking at the food still left on your plate. Though most days you didn’t feel like seeing him, you didn’t feel particularly up to it today.

“Do you know you mumble gibberish in your sleep?” he questioned before shoveling your leftovers in his mouth. “Arn says you’ve stopped eating. Is something wrong with you? Do you need the healer?”

“Nothing is wrong with me.” You turned your head away from him, focusing on the knot in the wall again. You heard the clink of the plate being set on the floor before the bed dipped right behind you. 

“You know you can talk to me, you don’t have to be afraid.” His warm body was close to you as you felt him twirling your hair around his finger. 

You could only laugh mockingly, refusing to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“You can. Anything you say here will not get you in trouble.”

You rolled over to face him, “Anything? Like I can tell how much I dream of climbing on top of you.” His eyes widened as you straddled his waist before you leaned down to press your forearm against his neck. “So I can slice open your throat or stab you in the heart.”

Your threat must have fallen on deaf ears when he smiled up at you, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs and under your dress, “Maybe if you get a hold of another chicken bone, you’ll get your wish.”

You smacked your hand on his chest in annoyance before climbing off him and the bed. Stomping out of the cabin to get some distance from him, you tried to not focus too much on the jolt of electricity that flowed through your body when his rough hands were on you.

You could hear him getting off the bed and the strike of his crutch hitting the ground as he made his way outside.

“Come with me,” Ivar ordered as he passed by you and walked over to his chariot. 

You slowly followed him with your arms crossed in front of your chest, standing by and watching as he climbed in. You raised a brow when he held his hand out to you.

“You could walk along with me, my queen, but I think it’ll be faster if you ride with me.”

Pushing his hand away, you grabbed onto the side of the chariot and you pulled yourself in. 

He chuckled as he grabbed the reins. “Still stubborn as ever, I see. Maybe nothing is wrong with you.”

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It felt like it didn’t take long for the horse and chariot to break through the edge of the forest. The trees had cleared out, exposing the bluff that was in the distance. Ivar would come here when he needed to be truly alone with his thoughts but with trying to visit you and with his duties as King, there hadn’t been enough time to come back. 

He had been away for some time, busy checking on the stronghold at York. He had hoped you’d be more welcoming to his presence when he arrived at the cabin instead he was informed by Arn that you rarely left your bed and were barely eating despite his efforts. Ivar thought that a change in scenery would heal whatever was ailing you.

When the chariot came to a stop, you made a move to climb out but he gently pushed you back before he stepped down and, once again, held his hand out to you. Rolling your eyes, you finally took his hand and his assistance in getting out from the chariot. 

He propped himself up against a large boulder, watching you as you walked toward the edge of the cliff, taking in the view of the bay. You closed your eyes while you took in the ocean air, wind whipping your long curls around as you stood still.

Backing away from the edge, you started making your way towards him. “Is all of that down there your kingdom?”

Ivar tried to not be so excited that you were initiating the conversation for once. “It is. You sound surprised.”

“Well, with how boastful you are, I assumed it to be much smaller,” you smirked as you took a seat on the grass not too far away from him. 

While he would have been content sitting in silence with you, there was a question weighing on his mind since he took you from Powys. “Why did you run away?”

“You let me go so I--”

“No, from your kingdom, from your husband.”

You continued to stare straight ahead as if you needed a moment to consider your answer, “I was tired of it. Tired of being his queen.”

Ivar snorted at your response and looked down at you incredulously, “You are an odd woman. You could ask any woman in Kattegat if they would want to be a queen and I don’t think one would tell you no.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to be a queen. I didn’t want to be his queen. I don’t think I desire to be any man’s queen if they’re anything like a Fremund. I’d rather be a queen without a king.”

“There’s a simple solution for that. Just get rid of your king.” He suggested as he made a slow, slicing motion across his neck.

You laughed at what he was insinuating, “I can’t say that the thought never crossed my mind. I think I’d be dead if I ever tried.”

“When we first met, you said that he wanted you to be a proper queen. What would that be?”

“According to Fremund? One that is only seen and not heard. Just a piece of decoration in the room when he’s entertaining other kings or earls,” your voice was dripping with disdain. “My father once told me that iron sharpens iron. ‘A great king should have no intention of trying to change, control, or silence his queen. He should want her to be as strong and as outspoken as him because her strength is a reflection of his own.’ I learned early on in my marriage that my husband didn’t share the same views.”

Ivar didn’t miss the way you touched the side of your face as if you were recalling a bad memory. He wondered if your usual unwillingness to talk wasn’t just because of your need to defy or irritate him but that it was an ingrained trait.

You stared down at the ground, plucking the grass. “That’s when I started to run away. But his men would always find me. I became a prisoner in my own kingdom. He surrounded me with handmaids and his guards and decreed that I was to never be left alone.” You cut your eyes to him with an irritated look on your face. “It’s funny that I am so far from Gwynedd, yet his order still holds.” 

He constantly wondered how he could convince you to accept your new home. But he now realized that your instinct was to run when someone tried to control and hold you back. “I think I owe you an apology, Y/N. Maybe I was mistaken to have you kept so close to the cabin. You should be free to explore the lands you live on or to even come back here if you wish.”

You looked pensive as you considered what he was telling you. “So I’m still your prisoner but with a larger jail cell?”

“You will be my guest. I’m giving you the freedom to roam and live as if you were a queen without a king. But you must understand I can’t leave you alone. It’s for your protection. I think we both know that you would get lost in the forest and die if you were left on your own.”

You nodded along in agreement. The furrow of your brow had him prepared for whatever clever comment was about to exit your mouth. “Why haven’t you punished me for going against you?” you wondered. “Fremund would have at least backhanded me for less.”

Ivar walked over to you, offering his hand to you. The sun was getting low, he was needing to get you back home. “Because I am not your husband, I’m not a weak king.”

Without any resistance or roll of your eyes, you placed your hand in his, allowing him to help you up.

He led you to the chariot with his hand at the small of your back. “And I can appreciate a strong queen when she’s right next to me.”

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Endnote: The quote from Reader’s father is actually one I found from a quick google search. Here’s the actual quote:

“A king had no intention of trying to change, control, or “shut up” a queen. He wants his woman to be as strong and tactfully outspoken as him, with her own mind, because he knows, his woman’s strength is a reflection of his. Iron sharpens iron.”—ebrahim aseem

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(Edited to fix tags. 😒)

Luck Be a Lady

Chapter Four

Masterlist | One Two Three

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Word Count: 2161

Summary: Reader has some regrets and she learns something new about Alex.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  And this is where I leave you. ::tips hat and rides off into the sunset:: On a real note, sorry for the lack of updates. Work and personal life has been hectic and wearing your girl down.

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The bright lights of the Vegas Strip illuminated the living room enough that you didn’t bother turning on any lights as you left your bedroom. Now dressed down in your worn-out, oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, you walked over to the wet bar and pulled a bottle of vodka down from the shelf, not caring how overpriced it was. You thought about grabbing a glass but instead shrugged and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Settling on the wide marble ledge, you looked past your reflection in the window to peer down at the sparse traffic on the streets. You felt so physically drained after all the tears you’ve shed. You rubbed your bare face in embarrassment, mortified over letting all your emotions get in the way and ruining what was otherwise a nice evening.

Now that you weren’t in the middle of a panic attack, you regretted reacting too quickly when you told Alex to leave. You wished you could have him come back or at least text him so you could explain yourself but you two never took a moment to exchange numbers. Not like it would make much of a difference anyway, you were sure he was grateful to get some distance away from your crazy ass.

You didn’t bother looking over when you heard the door unlock and open. The clicking of heels confirmed it was your best friend doing her walk of shame, or stride of pride as she lovingly called it. 

“So I didn’t see any sign of your Lover Boy when I snuck out of Marco’s room,” Bianca teased. You could hear her plop down onto the couch and then soft thuds of what you assumed were her shoes being dropped on the floor. “Is he here? Did you wear him out? Why are we sitting in the fucking dark?”

Light had filled the room after she clicked on a lamp. Although you were no longer crying, you knew your red, puffy eyes would give you away when you turned to look at her.

“Oh my god! What the fuck happened?” She rushed over to join you on the ledge. “What did that fucker do?”

“He didn’t do anything,” you gave a small smile, trying to put her worries to rest but as all the emotions from the night went through you again, you couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up.

Bianca wrapped her arms around you, comforting you until you were ready to talk. Her hand rubbed your back as you softly sniffled into her shoulder.

“What happened, sweetie? Are you sure he didn’t do anything? Because I won’t hesitate to put my shoes back on and kick his ass if I need to.” 

“No, Alex was sweet and a total gentleman the entire night. So you can calm down with all of that.” You pulled away from her, drying your face with the back of your sleeve before giving her a quick run through of your night.  “We were kissing and everything was good and...I don’t know. It felt familiar.”

“Familiar how?”

“It was like being with Trevor again. I know him and Alex couldn’t be anymore different but it somehow felt the same. And then all I could think of was him and how much I missed him. I just felt guilty like I was cheating on him.”

Bianca shook her head as she took your hand in hers. “Y/N, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Trevor's been gone for almost two years now. It’s perfectly fine to move on whether if it’s a relationship or just sex. I know he would want you to be with someone who makes you happy.”

“It still feels too soon, maybe I’m not ready to be with anyone. Ugh, as if being with Alex would be possible especially after I freaked out on him,” you clasped your hand on your forehead, grimacing over that memory. “And I basically told him I was married.”

“What? Why?” Bianca looked at you like you were crazy.

“He saw my ring and asked how long I was married. So I told him eight years.” It technically wasn’t a lie. You had been married for about eight years before a deputy stood at your doorstep, telling you that your husband would never be returning home. “You know I hate the pitiful look people give me when they hear I’m a widow. And I thought it would be easier to push him away if I pretended that I was a faithful wife. But fuck, man,  I couldn’t even keep that up!”

“It’s not too late to tell him all of this. I think I might remember what room they’re staying in.”

“Okay, even if he doesn’t think I’m crazy after all of that, I don’t think me and him would work. He’s young and I barely had the patience to deal with Trevor when he was that age. And he doesn’t even live in this country,” you tried to reason with her and maybe with your heart.

“Okay, he’s young and he doesn’t go here. So what?”

“I just think getting into a long distance relationship after losing your husband is a disaster.”

“Or it could be something beautiful. I’m sorry, Y/N. But if this boy could give even a fraction of happiness that Trevor gave you, then I’m all for it.”

You gnawed on your lip as you considered what she was telling you. You were too scared to take the risk. You were convinced that it would only end in heartbreak and you weren’t sure if you had enough strength to deal with another one of those again.

“I think I’m just too tired to deal with any of this right now...or ever.” You turned toward the window, staring at your worn down reflection. Definitely too damn tired.

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The snow outside of your kitchen window was coming down hard and didn't show any signs of stopping. You sighed to yourself while emptying the remainder of the wine bottle into your glass, silently praying that you wouldn’t find yourself snowed in in the morning.

You sat on the couch, pulling the cozy throw up to your chin and trying to get comfortable while your lovable dog and cat duo, Dallas and Leeloo, were busy fighting over the spot next to you. Unfortunately for the young feline, it seemed like the elder Labrador was coming out to be the winner.

You sipped on your wine as you scrolled through Hulu for something to distract you from your headache of a night—your first and definitely last Tinder date. 

You had spent twenty embarrassing minutes waiting for your date to return after he excused himself to the restroom. There was no devastation on your part. You didn’t feel the same chemistry in person that you had over messages but you were willing to at least wish him a good night like a decent person. You deleted the app on your way out, already convinced that nothing good would be coming from it.

You weren’t even mad at this guy. All of your annoyance was aimed at Bianca who had spent the last six months encouraging—nagging and begging—you to go out and start dating. She claimed that it was officially time for you to start moving on but you suspected she just wanted you to see how wrong you were for letting the potential Mr. Right in Vegas get away.

You’d never tell her but she was right and you didn’t need a string of bad or mediocre dates to find that out. The nights you used to spend in bed wondering how life would be if Trevor was still alive were now spent thinking of what could have been with Alex. From the small amount of time you spent with him, you knew he would be the caring, supportive boyfriend who’d hang on every word you said and whisper into your ear to ease any of your self doubts and do anything to make you smile.

You had tried to search for him with the very minimal details you knew about him, during one very lonely night spent with a bottle of whiskey, but none of the Copenhagen based photographers named Alex turned out to be the one you were looking for. It shouldn’t have been too shocking but your drunk self still took it a bit hard, spending part of the night lying on the kitchen floor and crying into Dallas’s fur.

You gave up on finding something uplifting to watch and settled with the historical drama you had been slowly working your way through the past few months. You originally didn’t think a show about Vikings would be your cup of tea as you were more of a sucker for the period pieces with more extravagant, vibrant costumes but it came highly recommended by your Vegas fling. He said it was a pretty good show. After three seasons and nine episodes, he definitely wasn’t wrong.

You were down to the last ten minutes of the episode where Bjorn was going up to his brothers’ cabin. You had downed the rest of your glass only to spit it all out, your pets scurrying away to avoid the spray, when grown Ivar rolled over to show his face.

“What...the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as the scene cutaway. Your mouth hung open and your eyes were glued to the screen. 

“What the fuck?” You repeated again when you saw Marco on the screen next to Alex. “Why would they do that to his hair?”

As soon as the episode ended, you sat still with your brow furrowed. You went through all the conversations you had and didn’t remember him saying he was an actor nor that he starred in this “pretty good” show.

You grabbed your phone to do a quick google search of who played Ivar. Alex Høgh Andersen. This entire time you had access to his name. If only you had given in to your urge to binge watch the show in one sitting you would have had it sooner. 

You pulled up your Instagram and typed in his name. As you were about to click on his account, you quickly changed your mind and threw your phone next to you on the couch as if it scorched you. You weren’t seriously going to stalk this man on the internet, you were a whole grown woman who was definitely too mature to be drooling over some pictures. 

Getting up to get ready for bed, you left your phone where it was so it would be less of a temptation. But you found that you couldn’t help but stare at it through the mirror as you aggressively brushed your teeth. Your curiosity was beginning to get the best of you.

You quickly rinsed out your mouth and walked toward your couch but then turned around, shaking your head as you headed down the hall to your bedroom. Leeloo and Dallas sat next to each other in the living room, both looking down the hall and not bothering to follow as if certain you’d be back.

“I’m just going to look at a few pictures. Just see what he’s been up to,” you explained to no one when you returned for your phone. Standing in the middle of your living room, you looked through his posts from the funny videos to his beautiful photography. You thought maybe you spent too much time scrolling through when you found yourself unable to stop staring at his well defined arm as he hovered over a mattress.

It wouldn’t be too crazy if you sent him a message to catch up and see how he was doing. Or would it? What would you even say? “Hi, remember me? The woman you ate out in Vegas. You know the one who broke down before you got a chance to get it in? Oh, and remember how I said I was married? Surprise! I’m actually a widow and lied because I got scared over you being so into me and even more scared when I realized I may have felt the same.”

You kept going back and forth over what you should really say to him, typing one thing only to immediately delete it. Seemed like anything you wrote came out sounding awkward or just dumb.

“Hi, I’m not sure if you remember me? It’s Y/N. The baker you met in Vegas.” It was enough to start a conversation but would he think you’re only contacting him because you now knew he was an actor. Your thumb hovered over send as you contemplated your choice.

You looked up at the clock and sighed out loud. You couldn’t afford to waste anymore time on this unless you wanted to be a zombie when you went into work in the morning.

You brought your thumb down and hit send. Fuck it.

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End Notes: This is the last chapter of this part but not the end of their story. So don’t be too mad at me. Will Alex read her message? Will they ever meet again? Does Reader need to tell Bianca that she was right? 

Tags: @castielsangelsx @xbellaxcarolinax​ @didiintheblog​ @jzr201​ @kaitieskidmore1​ @eroguroshoujo

Dishwasher

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Oneshot

Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen x Female Reader

Word Count: 517

Summary: I saw pictures of Alex doing dishes and this is what happens.

Warning: a wisp of schmut and tease of fem dom/male sub

It was the sound of clinking dishes and splashing water that woke you up from your nap. The living room was dark with only a little bit of light coming from the kitchen. Pulling back the throw that you knew your sweet boyfriend covered you with, you rubbed your eyes as you got up from the couch.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You and Alex had enjoyed a delicious roasted chicken dinner while the two of you caught up on the latest episode of your favorite show. After getting full and warm, you laid back and got comfortable, sliding your feet onto his lap. You didn’t even get past ten minutes of the show before deciding to rest your eyes for one second.

Taking careful, quiet steps to the kitchen, you paused and leaned against the doorway. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip as you watched him. While you were always appreciative of him washing the dishes, you were even more grateful for the view you were blessed with. His back muscles straining against his fitted shirt, his triceps flexed as he used more force to scrub down the roast pan.

You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. You couldn’t stop a small giggle when he flinched, clearly not expecting you to be up.

“Thought you’d still be napping on the couch.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled down at your sleepy face. “You should go to bed. I’m almost done here, baby.”

You gave him a small squeeze before pressing a kiss on his back. “Mmm...such a good boy.”

It was just a harmless comment to you but you were amused when you felt Alex take a stuttered breath before continuing to rinse off the plate.

“Uhh...um,” he quickly cleared his throat when his voice cracked. You could see his cheeks were flushed when he peered down at you again. “It was, uh, really nothing.”

This was an interesting development. You would have never guessed that this would be a thing he was into. Or even a thing you were into, you thought when you felt the familiar warmth pool in your belly.

“Alex?” You whispered into his back. Your fingers slowly trailed down his stomach before softly brushing against his hardening length.

“Yes?” He fully turned around as you backed away from him. His mouth was agape, his eyes looked dazed. The water from the plate he was still holding onto carelessly dripped onto the wooden floor.

Your voice turned low and sultry as you held his gaze. “Make sure you go straight to our room after you’re done. I need to make sure my good boy is rewarded for a job well done.”

“Yes, ma’am...I mean, Y/N. I’ll be right there.” His sweet voice was so soft, you wanted to melt but you had your role to play.

“It’s okay, baby. Ma’am is fine.” You flashed him a grin before turning around to race straight to your bedroom. You two were going to be in for a long, fun night.

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Tags: @xbellaxcarolinax @castielsangelsx @revolution-starter@momowhoo @peachyboneless @punkrocknpearls

Ma’am. MA’AM!

You should have given me more of a warning!

Porn without plot but surprise! There is a hiiiint of a plot!

Ugh!! I need a nap or ice cream or a cigarette.

Beautiful Chaos masterlist

Synopsis: finding someone who can help you find your inner wildness is sometimes the best way to find your inner peace. 

She plays her vinyl records, singing songs on the eve of destruction She’s a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws She will come in first for the end of Western civilization She’s an endless war, she’s a hero for the lost cause Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation She’s a natural disaster, she’s the last of the American girls

                                - Last Of The American Girls, Green Day

                brave girl,

                               you were made for far more 

                               beautiful things, chaos is only 

                               understood when it is loved by 

                               the wild, not the weak.

                                                                                   - anon.

CW: Pretty much just a series of smutty little encounters that only happened in my brain and nowhere else. Language warning. Complete lack of plot related writing. But lots of boinking. Maybe some angst. WE’LL SEE WHERE WE END UP, HEY?

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

The Best Angle

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Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1129

Summary: Alex just wants to take your picture.

Warnings: Schmut including brief oral (female receiving)

Author’s Note: This was originally inspired by this TikTok which I shared with my dearest @punkrocknpearls who is a very bad influence and had to bring up Alex and his camera.

TikTok Prompt: We were in front of a mirror. He stopped in the middle of it, handed me my glasses and said “watch yourself to see how pretty you are while I fuck you.”

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You were sitting back on the bed, legs crossed in front of you. The bottom half of your face you covered with the magazine you were pretending to read while watching your boyfriend set up the tripod and his camera at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but blush and then cover your entire face when he looked up from what he was doing to smile at you.

The bed dipped as Alex crawled over to your side. He pulled the magazine away and threw it to the ground. He took your hand in his own and gave it a soft squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’d never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He reassured you.

“No, I told you it was okay.” You shook your head but then brought your gaze down to the bedspread. “I’m just a little shy. What if your camera only gets all of my bad angles?”

“There’s no such thing.” He cradled the sides of your face in his hands as he brought you in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance along yours. Pulling back, he gave you a small peck on your lips. “I just want you to see what I see. When you’re under me, when you’re over me.”

He pushed you down onto the bed, his lips were at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “I want you to see the gorgeous face you make when I’m so deep inside of you. Fuck, baby, I get so hard on set when I think of how pretty you look when you come on my dick.”

You let out a whimper when you felt his hand slide down into your panties, his fingers circling around your clit. You were already dripping wet for him. It was always like this. Just a single touch from him and you were gone.

“It’s okay, baby. If you don’t want to do this, tell me and I’ll put my camera away right now.” He pressed his hardness against your thigh, rubbing against it.

You brought your head down to kiss him before whispering against his lips, “Where do you want me?”

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The drops of sweat and tears were falling from your face and down your body. Alex’s arm was wrapped around your chest as he held onto you while he pounded into you from behind. The two of you were positioned in the middle of the bed, facing toward the camera. He wanted to make sure to get your entire body in the shot for when you eventually came again.

It had been over an hour ago since he took the first picture. The camera was pointed down to you, your head just barely hanging over the foot of the bed while his face was buried in your pussy. You at first tried to put forth your best model face that would make Tyra proud but all effort was lost when Alex started flicking his tongue against your clit.

Hearing another flurry of clicks from the camera shutter, you were surprised his camera still had memory left. You weren’t even sure if you had anything left as he continued his brutal pace behind you.

“Nuh-uh, I think you have one more left in you, baby.” He breathed out into your neck. You didn’t even remember saying anything out loud. “Just look at yourself there in the mirror.”

You let out a giggle as you stared at the mirror behind the camera, it was too far away for you to see the two of you clearly without your glasses. You felt Alex stop his movements before letting out a laugh himself.

“Oh! Let me get them for you. Don’t move!” He ordered, stretching over to the nightstand to fetch your glasses and hand them to you.

You gasped when you felt him penetrate you again before you even had a chance to put them on.

“See how pretty my girl is.” He was giving you slow, hard thrusts that had you crying out while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Come on, beautiful, pay attention.”

You finally brought your eyes forward and caught his gaze in the mirror. He looked just as gone as you were, his face slick with sweat. You shut your eyes tightly when you felt his fingers circling around your clit again.

“Fuuuck, look at you taking my dick so good, baby. You’re always so tight for me, always so good for me. Come on, baby, come for me one more time. Please?” He rushed his whispers into your ear.

Jesus, this man’s whines were going to be the death of you. You gave a glance at yourself in the mirror, your mouth was open wide but no words were forming until your orgasm hit you. Bringing your hand back and around his head, your fingers tangled themselves in his long locks. You tugged down hard as you screamed out his name.

You could barely hear the rush of the camera clicks over your moans as Alex got the final shot he was looking for. He tossed the remote control to the side and then wrapped his arm around you, his hold on your shoulder tightened. His pace was relentless but sloppy as he spilled inside of you.

You looked up at the mirror one last time. You looked like a sexed up mess and you doubted there would be a good picture in that camera but no part of you cared.

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After a quick shower and getting into your pajamas, you were both cuddled up under the covers. Your head was on his shoulder as you laid at his side with his arm around you. His camera was in his other hand, holding it up as you two looked at the screen, scrolling through all the shots he got that night.

“What are you doing?” You asked when you saw him going to delete an image.

“I wasn’t really going to keep them.” He confessed to you. “I wouldn’t want to risk this falling into the wrong hands. This was just...a fantasy I had.”

You nibbled on your lip and pondered what he was telling you. “How about we keep just one?” You smiled up at him.

Alex clicked through all the pictures, going back and forth to see which one he wanted out of the hundreds taken. He landed on one of the last ones. The one of you just as you were coming. Your mouth was hanging open, your glasses were skewed. His face brushed up against your neck as he was in mid thrust.

Now that one truly had the best angle.

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Taglist: @xbellaxcarolinax @castielsangelsx @revolution-starter @momowhoo @peachyboneless @punkrocknpearls @love-all-things-writing

Lights Above Our Heads || Alex Hogh Andersen x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: A charming spectacle awaits you when Alex takes you on a tour of the mountains

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1289

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Watching the Northern Lights

It had been one of the coldest winters in a long time. A cold winter like this would freeze the blood of anyone who didn't take sufficient care to stay warm at heart and core. However, despite the coldness engulfing the world, Alex decided to take a little trip with you, his beloved girlfriend. 

As Alex crossed another snowdrift while wearing a thick, red, 66°North jacket, thick, black pants and boots reaching slightly above his ankles, and a black hat pulled over his head, he glanced over his shoulder to see if you followed him. "Is everything okay there, Y/N? We're close!"

Angrily waving your hand at him, you nodded, saying, "It's fine! I'm just questioning my life choices here!"

As Alex made his way back to you through the snow, he offered you his gloved hand as he improved the camera case on his shoulder. He made sure you were walking after his traces in the snow, saying, "Come on, I'll help you."

Sighing deeply, you squeezed his hand and vowed to never let him drag you on another adventure again.

As the two of you walked up an icy, snow-covered hill, he reminded you firmly, "With all due respect, hun, you've always wanted it yourself. I want to see the northern lights, that's what you've been repeating like a fucking mantra."

You bit back a little sarcastically, "With all due respect, hun, I don't want any more trips if it means freezing my ass off in a mountain of snow!"

"You don't have to be a drama queen. It's not that bad," Alex commented, squeezing your hand a few times. You haven't been far north, trust me, it can be much worse." 

After walking in silence for a bit, Alex made a brief stop near a fallen fir tree, all covered in snow. "What a beautiful scenery, isn't it, darling? Can you pose for me?"

As you walked up to him, rubbing your hands together, you murmured, "It's going to cost you, love."

"It will cost me, okay, but what?" He teased back.

"A kiss," you smiled, tapping your cheek.

Alex didn't need to be told twice - he hugged you, pulled you closer, but before kissing your cheek, he rubbed your noses together.

Before pulling away to pose for him, you laughed and grabbed his chin to kiss him properly.

While Alex was setting his camera, he instructed you what to do with your hair falling from underneath your woolen hat. As soon as he put the lens on, he took several shots, changing the parameters every time to achieve more depth from the pictures. "You make the perfect model, sweetheart."

As you winked at him, you replied, "I want to hear that when you take care of me once I get sick again."

He gave you a look with an eye roll. "Don't make a duck face, baby, we're not taking a selfie."

"Why! I look sexy with a duck face! You could take some fun pictures, so we have a souvenir of our trip."

Even though he didn't want to admit it, you were right. As Alex packed his camera back into its case, he sat down on the fallen fir tree next to you. "Thank you for taking a week off from work. It has been quite a while since we were somewhere together."

With a soft aww sound, you kissed his cheek. "The first reason is that I wouldn't let you go alone, and the second is that you asked so nicely that I couldn't refuse, plus I needed a break from my job."

Alex wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, enjoying the moment and your presence while staying silent. "Is it okay to continue climbing the hill now? Have you rested?"

"A few more minutes?" You asked, nuzzling closer to him. "I just want to savor the moment a bit longer."

In the moments before he commented, Alex straightened his back after noticing something. "Babe, take a look at that!"

The aurora lights played above. In the midnight blue, the northern lights were a river of green.

Taking a moment to look up, you whispered quietly, "Wow... Is that it?"

"Yes, yes it is."

You said eagerly, "C'mon! Don't sit like a stick! Grab your camera and take some pictures! And we should take a picture together! With lights in the background, it will look so pretty hanging in our bedroom."

"Don't worry, they won't vanish anytime soon," he assured, resting his chin on your shoulder while looking up while making sure to hold you as close as possible. "Let me savor this moment a little longer."

Your smile softened, and you took his hand, moving even closer. As you nuzzled him, you whispered, "You know? I love you."

"I love you too," Alex mumbled quietly and kissed your cheek after. "Despite your sometimes bratish behavior. Even if you are easily offended by irrelevant things. No matter how moody you are."

"You like it when I am bratty. You simply love to put me in the right place."

As Alex slowly opened his camera case, he said, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't, especially when I'm fed up with your bullshit." He asked you to hold his Canon camera while he set the tripod after making all the adjustments.

You scoffed loudly, "For sure babe, I will remember this next time." When he wasn't looking at you, you took the opportunity to gently poke his ribs.

Alex mounted his camera on the tripod and set the self-timer. After wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer, looking down at you for a moment before kissing you.

Once you were certain the picture was perfect, you kissed him back and pulled away to say, "I love you so much, my talented fiancé."

As Alex went to look at the outcome, he raised both thumbs up with a smirk on his face. "It's perfect! Can't wait to frame it, but let me try something else!" After turning the self-timer again, he returned to you and picked you up in bridal style; his eyes never left yours. "I love you."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you confessed, "I love you too. I love you more than anything."

As Alex stopped paying attention to the camera, he kissed you tenderly for long enough that he had to break the kiss in order to breathe. As soon as he set you down, he adjusted the hat on your head, so you wouldn't get colder; and then he headed back to take more pictures of the northern lights. "I'm so fucking glad we came to Norway, darling."

You stared up at the sky and the beautiful lights dancing above, thinking about all the memories and plans you two had shared.

The sky shimmered with the green and yellow hues of the aurora; the silence of the spectacle added to its charm. The two of you were just staring silently into the dark as you enjoyed the silence and the stars above. In those moments, all your troubles seemed to fade away, and the world seemed to be at peace. Lights danced in front of you and stretched across the sky. Color was dancing across the sky and it almost appeared to be putting on a show, just for the two of you.

Slowly, you improved your scarf. "My happiness is the same as yours, Alex."

Alex turned his camera into recording mode and pointed it at the sky, then he returned to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders after sitting by your side. "I love you, Y/N."

Your hearts were set ablaze by the northern lights dancing silently above your heads.