Author’s Note: Yay!!! An Ubbe request! Saved it for my lunch break!
Ubbe’s Wedding Night: Vikings Era
Ubbe would be patient on wedding night, enjoying the feast with his family and friends, — this is a lie.
Ubbe would pin you against the wall as soon as the feast started
The people would be looking for the Prince and Princess and you’d be flush against the wooden walls riding his face
Ubbe isn’t waiting for anyone to claim what is his. So minutes after the vows you’re already coming
Ubbe would have you flush by the time it was time to return to the table. Legs weak and mind hazed with memories of what just happened
He’s about some public affection so sitting in his lap, a must, his hand would be under your dress kneading at your slick clit readying for a night of sex with your viking
You’d be talking to Aslaug and Ragnar withholding your need to bury his cock deep in you.
When the guest left it’d be over, he’d rip the dress, springing those breast free and his mouth would be all over them
How many rounds can you survive? Three. But he’d push for me coaxing you to get up so he can fill you with his kids,
Ubbe would kiss every inch of you. And he’d say sweet words that were followed by raw acts.
He’d watch you shake for him and then start back over. You’d enjoy this night, and every night after
Imagine: Ubbe calling your daughter ‘little lamb’ (Ubbe x Reader)
@lisinfleur gave me the prompt Ubbe calling you little lamb and for some reason, this came out first. But I’ll be doing the other one too! Also this story is TOTALLY inspired by the clip of Ragnar with little Ubbe and little Hvitserk being called little piggies and being dangled from the giant stick.
You stood by the fire in the longhouse carefully weaving a new tapestry. Careful not just for making the delicate picture in front of you, but more from the very large belly protruding out from you which made it hard for you to pull the threads tight.
A little girl’s cascading giggles have you turning away though.
“Where are you going my little lamb?!” You hear Ubbe’s timber from beyond the door followed by the pitter patter of little feet. Your five-year-old daughter runs full tilt towards you, her golden curls flowing out behind her, her hair refuses to stay in any kind of braid past midday. Her little blue dress is stained with mud all along the hem. Her cheeks and nose rosy from running.
“Mama!” she squeals, “Mama! There is a big bad wolf coming after me!” Your little sweetlings laughter does not get any quieter as she tries to hide in your skirts.
“Oh really?” You smile down at her, as Ubbe swaggers into the hall, his eyes fall right on you as he moves swiftly to you. “I don’t see a wolf” you tease her as you reach your arms out automatically for Ubbe to take you in his. He gently places one on your belly, while the other wraps around to rub your lower back, he knows how much you’ve complained about the heavy weight of these babes, you're sure there are two in there, Ubbe is fascinated thinking that you’ll give three children let alone another.
You hum at the gentle pressure that eases your already very stressed out body.
“Papa IS the wolf mama!” she giggles.
“Oh no!” You give an exaggerated gasp, making Ubbe chuckle at your antics. “I guess I am caught then!” Your hand slide up his chest to cup his face.
“Very much caught.” He growls playfully. You pull his face to you for a kiss, his beard is thick, you could wind your finger through it and it tickles your sensitive skin.
“Well, he will not catch me!” The little lamb exclaims as her parents separate. And she charges off again, across the longhouse, straight past an unsuspecting Hvitserk, who has his face stuffed with chicken and his own young son propped up on his shoulders. He barely misses being barreled over by his niece as he chuckles making his own way outside.
“Sit dove, you should not be standing in your condition.” He takes your hand leading you straight to what has been deemed your chair in the hall, he keeps his hands steady as you gently lower yourself onto the seat. If there was one thing you loved about your Ubbe is that he was always steady and sturdy.
“Standing takes less effort than me sitting,” you pout as you bring both your hands over your belly protectively. “Now I will not be able to get up.” Ubbe takes a knee in front of her, his warm hands cover hers reassuringly.
“Rest while you can,” Leaning forward he presses his lips the centre of her round belly before he can pull away he feels precisely three, separate, kicks. His eyes shoot up to meet yours. You grin at his astonished face. His smile grows so big you fear his face will break.
“We’ll be outnumbered soon. In the meantime,” He rises, squeezing your hands. “I have a little lamb to catch and eat for dinner!” He yells over his shoulder. In the back of the house, you can hear little giggles and little feet running to hide.
“You think you can hide your desires from me, little one? Don’t forget I am a wolf, I can smell your lust for miles. Tonight I will teach you to howl.”
Author’s Note: Hi!!! I finally got around to writing this sequel series! The first series is below. It is best that you read them in order, they’re not really stand alone. I hope you enjoy!!! Taglist is open and so are requests!!!!!
Warnings: Smut. Language.
Pairings: Ubbe X Reader
Type: Series, 2.5K words
Gladiator Masterlist (First Series)
The white flowers fall from the sky. the beauty of it was dissimilar to anything you had ever witnessed. It was coronation day. Ubbe stood in the window peeking out in excitement. The festivities had already started for him and he had not yet been crowned yet. He was the one they all loved, and you understood their infatuation.
It had come to no surprise that he chose the room of silk to prepare himself in, this place housed memories for him. You bathed him, per orders of Emperor Ragnar and Ubbe stood before you in the white toga, garnished with the gold jewelry gifted by the Emperor. "Do not be nervous Prince Ubbe, their love for you is everlasting." You comfort him. "You are in essence their gladiator."
He groaned but there was a smile in his voice. "I am only your gladiator Y/N."
Arcadia sat in the corner. The animosity poured from her but there was nothing that you should fear. On this day Ubbe had sworn to make you a free woman. "Do you intend to watch the wait for you all day or are you ready to accept your new role?"
Ubbe's eyes rolled involuntarily as he turned to his wife and gave her a small smile. "Cadie, I am ready." His eyes leave her and make their way to you. "Y/N." He breathed. "Are you?"
"I am ready for you to accept your fate and rule your people." There was an intrinsic pride in you that you could not deny. Ubbe was a born ruler, one who humbled himself enough to walk with the poorest of his people and wield his sword beside the bravest.
Arcadia stood from her chair, swigging down the remnants of her third glass of wine. "Well, shall we not get this over with? The quicker this is over... the quicker I can leave this place." She dismissed herself walking through Aslaug's room of silk, waving them incoherently until she stumbled out.
The atmosphere between Arcadia and you had shifted tremendously in the past weeks. But it was through no fault of your own. Ubbe and Ubbe alone had decided it would be better if you were his wife. Who were you to deny the future emperor? You shared a bed with the both of them each night. The barracks were no longer acceptable for you and Ubbe made it known as well. Things had shifted for better and worse.
The door opens and the silks blow with the gust of air. Bjorn strolls in. His armor glistened in the sun that peaked through the cracks of the window. "Brother, why are you hiding in here? You have a world to rule." Bjorn's sincerity warmed your heart. He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and looked down at him. "I will lead your armies wherever you want them to go my brother. Whatever land you want conquered, we shall conquer and together we shall prosper." He smiled touching his younger brother's cheek. "Come now."
"I will." He smirked. "If you would allow me one more moment with Y/N, I will join you soon."
"As you wish." Bjorn gives you a small nod turning quickly on his heel and heads back outside the door.
You had not grown accustom to the constant guards that surrounded one of the most worshipped gladiators you had ever witnessed fighting.
"Domina." You loved the way he said it. It made all those old feelings rushing back to you. Ubbe breathes heavily holding the small golden coin in his hand. "This was the first drachma my father ever gave to me." He started. "Though I was a prince and could have anything I wanted he saw fit to make me earn this," He flipped the coin up in the air.
"How did you earn it Ubbe?" You step closer to him and catch the gold coin the next time he flips it in the air. You lay it flat on your palm and look down at it.
"I plowed the fields on my uncles farm. One whole day. It was strenuous, worked with children I had never seen and then he gives me this and I get it. Good service has a worth."
"Of course."
"I plan to serve Greece." Ubbe steps closer closing your hand around the coin and pulling you flush against his chest. "I plan to serve you," His lips gently grace yours and your weightless, breathing him in and then he steps back. "I can only hope the reward is as enjoyable as the service. Let us leave."
The coronation was to be in the stadium where the Olympians performed. You were never given the privilege before. Ubbe and you move through the corridors with guards surrounding you. There were chariots awaiting the family for transport. Of course, Arcadia was mounted upon his chariot waiting with a sly smile on her face. "There you are my husband." She held her hand out for him. "It is unbearably hot in these barracks, I felt as if I was waiting for hours."
"But you were not." Ubbe added kissing her hand.
His chariot was in line behind Emperor Ragnar's and a woman you had never seen before, therefore she had to be Aslaug. Her hair cascaded in curls down her back in golden waves while her perfectly chiseled She smiled as she looked back on her sons.
Ivar and Atria were in a chariot together. Atria glared at you. Arcadia had quite the mouth on her, spreading her venom throughout the ranks. Atria no longer held a soft spot for you and Ivar took pride in it.
Bjorn mounted the chariot and extended his hand to you. "Ubbe would like for you to ride with me. You will be under my protection during the duration of the festivities."
"Thank you."
Bjorn does not respond other than a simple nod while he helps you onto the chariot. You felt displaced. Every family member that surrounded you, besides Bjorn, wore a blue as deep as the sea and here you were in the soft blue silk that Ubbe had chosen just for you the night before. There was not a chance that you would not stand out among the crowd.
The ride out to the stadium is remarkable. Never had you witnessed such a gathering. The streets were flooded with people headed to the stadium for the ceremony. All of them in love with their future ruler. The entire way there you kept an eye on Arcadia, as if it was your place. The subtle touches and kisses had started to irk him. You knew his quirks. His lip twitched constantly and his eyes tended to wonder everywhere but to who was annoying him. It gave you a relief to see his reaction.
They seated you with the royal family near the ground where the stage sat in directly in front. Everyone generally moved away from you but Aslaug. She took the seat next to you and entwined your hand with hers.
"I see Ubbe has decided to whom he will give the silks to," Her free hand touched the fabric. "This was always a favorite color of mine, but I always preferred red."
You try not to look startled; the silks were his now? "Your majesty, forgive me, you have given the silks to your son?"
"Yes, they have always been his in a way. When he was a boy we used to play in that grand room. He would hide and I would seek him out. We played it until he grew out of the game and wanted to do other things with his brothers. And then before he left us, we would talk to one another in there, and I told him to hide his heart among the silks and whomever finds it should have the silks."
It made sense. You chuckled to yourself at the sentimental person Ubbe could be inside, that tough exterior only being the hard outer shell to a true admirable man inside. It was bliss.
The ceremony passed quickly, followed by the Olympians performing for their new Emperor. Ubbe joined his family sitting in the middle with you on one side and Arcadia on the other.
"How do you feel?" Arcadia asked.
"Heavier." He answered.
"Powerful?"
"I was powerful before." Ubbe shrugged. "Now there is a title attached to it. I have other titles to give." He turns to you. "Y/N is free, and we are to wed in the next week." He says.
The reactions are waves. Hvitserk is not shocked. The cute faced warrior smiled showing his dimples. "Congrats. This is wonderful news."
"This news is preposterous." Ivar spat. "She imprisoned you, you were her slave brother. We should have drained her when we killed her brother." Ivar's blue eyes seemed to fade to black as he stood enraged from his seat.
"Enough!" Ubbe yelled. "I have said what I have to say, I will have two wives."
"And which of them will warm your bed?" Arcadia stood. "Am I not good enough for you?"
"Perhaps I should be asking you that question Arcadia. Our position has been known for many years. Y/N is mine. It is done and not another word will be uttered."
"You are blinded brother."
"And you are gullible, smitten and obscenely out of line. I said shut your mouth Ivar. Not shut it or I'll have it removed."
The threat was taken seriously as his younger brother slid down in his seat not mumbling another word. Ragnar sat in the corner, he had said nothing of the matter for several minutes and then he stood with Aslaug at his side, more than likely returning her to the tower. "I find joy in knowing that the Emperor of Greece will have found true love. The Gods are in your favor, Y/N with our warmest regards, welcome to our family."
The new chambers he was given were vast and overlooked the city. The lit candles flickered like stars below as they still carried on with their celebrations. But you were tired, worn down from the long day. Ubbe watched as you undressed stepping out of the silk and hanging it on the hook over the bed.
"Now I cannot see you." He whispered.
"Then you, my Emperor, should come lay with me." The soft sheets felt amazing under your skin. If this was to be your forever you were ready for it to start.
You could hear him walking towards the bed and then the bed dipped as he lay beside you. His eyes hooked on the curves of your body. Ubbe started slowly, the pads of his fingertips trace the line of your body. The curve of your breast and then to your stomach and he stops. "I want you to have my son." He whispered.
You had not thought of bearing children; you were older than most of the women you ever known to bear children. Bearing children was for the young, the Arcadia's of the world. You cleared your throat and shook your head. "Ubbe I could not possibly."
"Why not?" He his heavy hand gripped your thigh and then dipped down to your pussy. "I want you to have my son." He said again, this time with a growl. His fingers pressed through your swollen lips delving into you and then curling until you come from the bed. "Do you not want my son in you? Domina." The raspy, lust filled voice had taken all reason from you as you answered him with a yes. Everything in you screamed yes. "Good."
He slipped his fingers from you and pushed your legs farther apart. You loved that you didn't need that affection, he gave you that any other time. When you two were in bed you wanted to be ravaged. Ubbe draped your legs over his shoulders as he pressed down on you.
"What will happen if I bear you a son?"
"Cadie will be forced to leave." He strokes himself against your slit, once and then twice. His thick girth ignited the bundle of nerves as he slapped his cock on you.
"Ubbe," You moan. "Wh-,"
"Enough of your talking," He chided and he slams into you bringing his body fully over you. He fills you so deep it hard to breathe. "My fucking Domina..." He growled slowly sliding back out and then snapping his hips onto yours again. Your body flinches from the ping of pleasure that springs through you. "Is going to be so fucking full of me surely you will leave this bed pregnant." His smile against your neck makes you chuckle. This was new. He intertwines his fingers in yours as he finds his rhythm and starts to fuck you to a song you both were creating.
Ubbe's lips find your neck and his tongue starts to dance along your collar bone, down to your breast and he sucks. HARD. You mewl loud over his vigorous pants and groans trying to control yourself from cumming too soon. "Give it to me." He says as if he can tell that you are teetering along the edge.
Your body triggers in a wave of pleasure, flushing through every inch of you. Ubbe feels your cum slicking him and slides out of you. He crawls to your quivering pussy locking his lips around your clit and you scream. The screech ringing through the walls and you do not have a care in the world. Your hands grip his hair with intentions to pull him away from you. It only makes him more eager as his tongue thrusts into you and he sucks again at your clit causing another orgasm. "Ubbe, please. Emperor."
"This is my pussy." He whispered nipping at your thighs, glazing you with your own cum. "Is it not?"
"Yes."
"I will what I want with my pussy. Suck it." His teeth grazed your thigh again and he sat up on his knees flipping you over to your stomach. He pulled you up by your hair so that you were on all fours and slammed back into you. "Fuck it." You throw yourself back on him taking him deeper than before. He bounced you forward with each stroke, only to pull you back by your hair.
Ubbe snarled before his final stroke came and he collapsed on you burying his seed deep inside of you. Minutes pass, maybe an hour because you both drift to sleep. Ubbe cradled you against his chest still buried deep inside of you, but soft snores escape from him.
The little rest you had obtained was interrupted by the creeping of the door and the tiptoeing of someone into the bed chamber. Then a dip on the bed, your side, and the cold blade touches your neck.
This is a collaboration fic with @grungyblonde and the lovely @ivarsshieldmadien. I literally just stole the taglist from the previous post! If you would like to be removed or added please let us know!
Warnings: A little violence
Prologue
Chapter 1
Louis.
I stare at the man before me, remove the skinny jeans, the ball cap and there was my Louis. I shuffle from behind the small table clasping my hands together waiting for them to state their reason for being here. I clear my throat. “Are you here for a tour perhaps?” I smile. Melli keeps taking deep breaths circling the thick sideburn one like he was fresh meat, while Marie was starstruck gazing at the strong jaw man like he was god.
He steps forward. “I mean do you have food?” Melli smiles and literally leaps from the ground with a slight clap and a giggle. He raises an eyebrow to her.
“I can make you something, and then we can give you a tour.” She places her hands on his shoulders pushing I’m through the house.
Marie’s nervous, it’s a first for her for certain. She steps forward clearing her throat. “Maybe you were drawn here by the garden out back. I’m told it has that affect on people?”
He looks mesmerized. He would follow her to hell if that’s where she lead him. “Sure.”
Louis.
“So uh…” the doppelganger says looking around. “Should I head out to the garden or better yet, do you have a line?”
A line?
“Of coke?” He smiles tapping the edge of his nose. “I usually don’t do this but when in Rome.”
He was in New Orleans? Louis’ face fades from my mind and I stare at him. “Uh, I was in the process of crushing herbs. Did you know that sage is said to cleanse the soul?”
“And rid the place of ghost.” He adds with an assured head shake and a point.
I scoff. Ghosts. “Where are you from?” I ask.
“Kattegat, my brother booked this trip dragging us here because of a fucking urge, he’s a weirdo. But I got a free trip and it’s not so bad. Have you been to Bourbon Street? Man, you can score some good shit there.”
“So I’ve heard.” His incessant talking irritated me. I start back crushing my herbs and the idea pops into my head.
I hand the blonde the tea. I mixed with herbs that will knock him down for some hours. “Here you are.” I smile. “Darling.”
“I’m not really a tea guy.”
“I beg your pardon handsome, it’s rude to deny the hosts refreshments.”
“It’s just it’s 86 degrees out and you gave me tea.” He pushes it across the table and I feel my anger rising as he slides the little device out and starts to tap the fluorescent screen.
“Would you like some ice?”
He shifts agitated and impatiently. “Have you seen my brothers?” Avoiding my question completely.
“Drink.” I pause and smile removing the edge from my voice. “The tea and I’ll go find them.”
“Look lady, I’m not thir-.”
My hand reacts before I can smacking him of the head with tea kettle. He for certain wasn’t my Louis. Rude mongrel. He falls slump to his side unconscious and I find myself cackling. “The fun begins now handsome.” I smirk.
I will never forget that Saturday in June. The air was thick and muggy but the crowd was light. They only threw these Quadroon Balls once every six months. I pin my hair in a bun fixing the corset on my dress hoping that Jeanne was dressed and ready to walk out of the door.
The streets were busy. Jeanne and I navigate out of our homes down to Bourbon street, the ballroom was already booming with people, energy and a surge of conversation. WE enter, separating at the door. I’d never been one for crowds so I found myself flush against the wall watching the dances, admiring the men as they feasted their eyes upon the woman in their visions and staked their claim.
Jeanne was swept off her feet as soon as she hit the floor by Monsieur Raphael Broduer, he was a lanky gentleman, thick curly hair and a smile that charmed even the most stone faced woman. Jeanette stood no chance.
“Bonjou.” The deep voice says behind me. I turn to him and I stare. There has never been a man before that literally took my breath away. None but Louis.
“Bonswa.” I chuckle.
“It is rather late,” he responds in his sweet charming manner, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes were alight. “Have you attended such things?”
“I have twice.” I smile.
“Bel fanm tankou ou?” A beautiful woman like you.
My heart flutters at his small attempts to flirt with me. “How many have attended mesye?”
“Three.”
My face teams with heat as I replicate his attempt. “You nonm bel tankou ou?” A handsome man like you.
He chuckles and steps closer. “Well, we should both be the remedy to the problems at hand, may I have this dance?”
I could still hear the violins start and feel the thud of my heart trying to break free from my chest as he took my hand. We started the first dance following the directions of the dance, stepping forward and then back and then to the side of one another, but his eyes never left me and neither did that smile. That smile could stop wars, heal the sick and woo me to a life I never thought was possible.
We never touched that night, other than our hands and a stern handshake once he walked me to my front steps. We never touched but I remember every single aspect of it, every breath, every step even the moments of silence.
He lay in my bed moaning grabbing at his blonde hair. I sat at the edge of the bed and noticed him waking. I face him and every look I’m praying for the Gentleman Louis to reveal himself, but there was nothing of him in this scoundrel. I was not a fan of the new age of dating. Tinder? POF? How about a conversation and a kiss on the first date? How about asking my father for permission to wed, not ourting me using acronyms. What in the hell was DTF?
He wakes clawing at the manacles on his ankles, I kept them for good measure. “Look woman, I’m not going to hit you because I don’t do that shit. But you better let me up, or I swear my brother, Ivar, who doesn’t have too much gall will deck you?”
“I have no time for your flagrant display of entitlement.” I pause and lift my hand and he stills. Those blue eyes widen, and I have him hooked. *** “I call upon the gods to summon and manifest a desire for me in him.” His breath is taken away. “Remove the disdain, fill him with lust, respect and undying love for me.” He falls back on the bed once again unconscious and I smile knowing that when he rises again he will be 100% mine and ignoramus free.
The hour passes quickly and he stirs to life immediately rubbing his hand down the side of my arm. “Miss Charlot.” He hums peppering kisses down my neck.
“Ubbe, you should go get changed, my love. We have places to be.”
