Hiiii, I was wondering if you could do an Ivar x reader. I know you did one with Hvitserk, but Iād love for you to make one with Ivar where the youngest daughter of King Viserys (from another marriage, not Alicentās) is the rider of Cannibal, and she travels to Kattegat to secure her sister Rhaenyraās claim to the throne and gain allies. (Viserys loves the reader just as much as he loves Rhaenyra, but the reader prefers peace and quiet ā though itās not a good idea to bother her, as thatās when people realize why she and Cannibal share such an incredible dragonārider bond.)
Extra (only if you can): Sigurd or another Ragnarsson approaches Cannibal because, according to him, the dragon isnāt that terrifying or dangerous ā but the reader ends up saving his ass.
Sorry if this is too long, and if the request isnāt possible, feel free to ignore it ā no problem at all.
Hi sweetheart! Of course, currently working on it. As soon as itās finished Iāll post it and tag you āŗļø
We were all pissed with Ragnar after that episode but itās scenes like this that make me believe thatĀ theory about Athelstan being the only one he can trust toĀ passĀ his message onto the Gods is very much correct.Ā If Ragnar didnāt give a shit that he had chosen Athelstan to be sacrificed heĀ wouldn'tĀ keep giving him these long meaningful looks.Ā It almost looks like he wants to go up to him and say āIām sorry for doing this to youā, but he wonāt, because heās Ragnar Lothbrok, who only cares about getting many sons and favour with the Gods to continue with his climb up the corporate ladder as it were as he is never satisfied with his accomplishments.Ā And the only way to get favour with the Gods is to sacrifice the one person he truly trusts. He wants to sacrifice him to get favour, but at the same time heĀ doesn'tĀ want to lose him.
The way Ivar had them all fooled like, they KNEW him since he was a baby and they still expected him to forgive and forget, expected him to be REASONABLE. Like for real, thatās totally on them dhsjshzbshab
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā first appearance 1x01 Ā ||| Ā 4x15Ā last appearance
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He is not just one man. He is the Ā h i s t o r y Ā of his race.
notes: no warnings except for maybe mentions of death
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masterlist | based on this request
Ragnar
Pretends he always knew (eugh heās such a bitch ong)
Nooo I would never set my son out in the wildā¦ meeee? No wayyyā¦
He takes credit for it for his āgreat parentingā and ālegend geneticsā
If Ivar had any legend genetics, theyĀ came from aslaug
Aslaug
Proudest mom out there, acts like a soccer/pta mom when she hears
Aslaug actually always knew
She quotes her prophetic dreams from like, 853 AD?
āI knew since I was five years old.ā (truth)
Lagertha
Okay? Who cares? What about Bjorn?
Totally not pissed that he may be more famous than she is (lie)
Defo sulks about it to torvi and then kills someone important to expand her own legacy
Sheās in the fame biz
Bjorn
Bro throws a toddler tantrum
He will literally stomp the ground
āThatās not fair, I discovered the Mediterranean!!ā (he says that in the stupid tone he gets in the later seasons)
So so bitter about it (he deserves that)
Ubbe
Ubbeās smoking weed in America with Floki
He does not care
āThatās just bad taste from people from the future. Me personally? Iād admire the person who found a continent. Idk, thatās just me though.ā
Gets over it the fastest
Literally just thinks that itās so dumb of modern people bc Ivar is a silly little guy with anger issues
Hvitserk
Similar reaction to Ubbe, except he doesnāt have to get over anything
Just kinda shrugs, heās too busy worrying about his own legacy
Whatās he in the history books for? His cuisine skills?
Yeah, broās kinda busy managing his own shit and trying to stay alive
Sigurd
Donāt tell him
For your own safety
Will kill you and then himself
Ivar
Donāt tell him either
Never lets anyone hear the end of it
So so so annoying for a silly little guy
He just loves and hates himself so much that, at the same time, he so needs to hear this and also never, ever hear this ever at all
Floki
Floki is the same as Aslaug, he KNEW
Also, he takes credit for raising ivar and being a father figure (fair enough)
Heās a teeny tiny bit sad that ivar was friends (in a weird homosexual way) with Alfred though (kind of, and this only applies if weāre talking about tv show Vikings)
Honestly, Floki would be such a good source to add to the material we have of ivar
Ecbert
So mad he didnāt have a bigger impact on ivar
Also so mad that all the kids around him have such big legacies (Alfred, ivar) but not him??
He wants to get mentioned!! Footnotes arenāt enough!! He needs to be the main character, always.
Now Iām thinking about writing for Jax (sons of anarchy) should I do it here or make another acc to write for other characters and leave this one just for Vikings?!! šššš
summary bucky's therapist told him he needs to make amends. and that included with himself. but this one, he can't quite bring up in the session next week.
contents smut; riding, nipple play, kissing, soft and slow sex, he cums inside, uses of "girl", coded language (clit)
words 1205
notes reupload from my old blog.
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yori told you about his friend, tall dude with blue eyes, looked like he hadnāt been with a girl in 100 years. yori had failed to mention that he had a metal arm, or that he was.. you know.. who he was. you were not expecting the guy to be james ābuckyā motherfucking barnes, or for him to be so pretty in person. despite all of that, though, you hit it off immediately, and thatās how you ended up here.
his hands trail up your sides while you take him slow and soft, rock your hips back and forth on his length. heās so fucking responsive, the slightest touch eliticing sweet moans and groans that youād pay to hear forever, charge it to the super soldier serum running through his veins, his senses heightened to 10. praises spill from his mouth almost on instinct, mind fucked with how good you feel, how wet you are, how tight you clench around him.
āgod, honey, youāre treating me so good, canāt believe a sweet girl like you knows how to work me so well.ā his eyes flutter between open and shut, the soft baby blues conflicted on whether to close in pleasure or watch the goddess above him fuck him so good. the cool metal of his vibranium arm contrasts with the heat thatās almost radiating off of your skin as he slowly tweaks a nipple, rolling slowly to gauge your reaction, attentive to every slight movement of your body. every little sound, every small moan that leaves your mouth brings him higher and higher, the super soldier persona melting away into something softer, sweeter, something more wrecked.
āi know, james, it feels so good, doesnāt it? fucking you nice and good.ā you say with a soft sigh, indulging in the way his metal hand feels against the searing heat of your skin. he feels it, feels the way youāre giving yourself to him just as he's giving himself to you, those sweet words leaving your mouth like itās nothing. he loves the way you use his real name, the one he never lets anyone say. he didnāt even care when you said it the first time, when you laid him down and told him you were going to take good care of him. you had him trapped from the beginning. youāre too skilled, melting his brain with the things you say to him, with the promises you whisper as you give him pleasure like heās never felt before. the women before you always took and took and never gave, but youāre something different. something so much better. and thatās what his therapist told him he needed. something better.
as you circle your hips on him, your motions soft and slow and almost designed to break him down, he canāt help but shut his eyes as they roll back, succumbing to the sensation youāve overtaken his body with. heās entrusted himself to you more easily than he thought, not even flinching when you bring a hand to flick at his nipple, mimicking his motions from earlier. ādoes that feel good, james?ā you ask, though you know it does. the way he groans is enough evidence. but you want to hear him say it.
āgod it feels so good honey, everything feels so fucking good.ā he canāt say anything else, canāt find the words to describe what youāre doing to him other than so good. heās still enamored with the way his name slips off your tongue like itās natural, the lilt in your voice, the sweetness of your tone drawing him farther into this untapped reserve of pure bliss. itās so much for him, his senses being overridden with you and only you. he can smell your arousal, hear the blood running to that swollen bud, feel you everywhere. youāve reduced that enhanced brain to nothing but nothing, only concerned with the smooth rocking of your hips and the way you clench around him. nothing else matters but your gentle pinches at his nipple, and the way you grab his face in both hands, leaning down to entrap his lips in a kiss, tender and slow, just like everything else youāve given him tonight. he falls into your rhythm immediately, hand leaving your chest to rest on the side of your face, entangling his fingers in your hair.
the kiss drags him deeper into this ocean of .. whatever youāve done to him, this spell youāve put on him. his flesh hand slides down to your ass, just resting there, just wanting to feel you. he never wants the kiss to end, never wants to breathe if it means having to detach from you. āiām close, james.ā you whisper against his lips before meeting them again, and he takes your kiss like itās the last one heāll ever get from you. you feel him start to thrust up slowly, adding to the reservoir of pleasure you both are swirling in.
āiām gonna come with you, honey, youāre gonna make me come so hard.ā heās so ruined, so broken by you. his metal hand graces across your skin to find your clit, rubbing it soft and slow. he drinks up your moan of his name, meeting your hips with his, brings his flesh hand to the side of your face just to feel you more. you just nod at his confession, not daring to break this kiss, your moans growing as he continues his soft teasing of that bud. he whines as you detach from him, needing to breathe but hating it all the same. you rest your forehead against his, catch his eyes with yours as you build each other up higher.
āiām gonna come, james, gonna come for you.ā he groans at your words, speeds up on your clit, never stops looking into your eyes. he wants you to come for him so bad. he needs it. and you can feel it. itās in the way he fucks into you more desperation, nods his head, begs you to come for him. right now, he wants to make amends with the part of him that needs to feel desired. that is what he craves.
ācome for me, honey, please.ā and you wouldnāt deny him what he asked for even if you could. it takes over you like a wave, makes you curl in on yourself, sink your fingernails into his shoulders. he thinks you look so beautiful as you get lost in pleasure that he gave you, the feelings that he caused to surge through your body. itās almost magic, the way he follows so closely after you, moaning āso good, honey, so fucking goodā, coming so hard he swears he blacks out for a second. itās something heās never had to feel before, something that even the advanced nature of his brain isnāt built to handle. maybe later heāll find words for what youāve done to him. but now, as you come on his cock and he lets go inside your warmth, he has no explanation. he feels content with not knowing what this is. all he knows is that he will find what he needs in you. heās followed his therapistās orders.
