Summary: You can’t stand Ivar Ragnarsson. But now that you’re alone with him, even though he’s teasing you mercilessly, and starting to touch you inappropriately, you just can’t seem to walk away from him…
Warnings: hate sex, name-calling, humiliation, spitting, biting
Notes: One-shot for my Ivar and the Maidens collection. Don’t expect any romance here. Ivar’s got a face made for hate sex and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Standard disclaimer: this piece is set in whatever time period on the show that you want, as long as you’re imagining Ivar at the right age of consent for your state/country.
It takes a village to build this kind of quality content: thanks to @alessa-10 for this great Ivar face gif, and to @ivarthebonelessx for tirelessly encouraging, researching, suggesting, and and beta reading! Honorable mentions: @captainpoopweinersoldier, @squirrelacorngliterfarts for encouraging my kinks (you’ll know what you did when you get to it)
This time your open hand gets through his defense, striking
him across the cheek again. This was definitely harder than the last one; Ivar
sucks on the inside of his lip as he looks up at you. You wonder if you drew
blood. You noticed his eyes are dilated, pools of black with just a rim of blue
now. His perfect full lips are twisting ever so slightly into a smile.
“So?” he says, looking up at you expectantly.
You realize you were just staring at him as he lay there
pinned between your knees.
“So, what?” you ask fiercely.
“So are you going to let me touch them?”
This time Ivar catches both your wrists when your fists
start to flail toward him. “Easy, easy!” he chuckles at you. His eyes are gleaming. “Come
on, you have already got me at your mercy, aren’t you going to do anything
besides hit me?”
“I don’t know,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him
theatrically, “you seem to like it.” Two could play at this game.
Ivar just sucks the inside of his lip again. Definitely
bleeding. “Yeah,” he shrugs, not denying it, refusing to be ashamed, even.
“What kind of Viking would I be if I didn’t like a little struggle before I
take a woman?” He contracts his abs underneath you in two sharp bursts,
bouncing you suggestively in the air.
The feel of those muscles moving under your thighs is the
last straw on your resistance. You do want Ivar Ragnarsson, gods help you.
You’d probably been wanting him for months, and if he weren’t such an asshole
all the time maybe you would have been together by now.
Pairing: Ivar x Reader Rating: Explicit (really, I mean it. No fade to blacks here. Only follow the link if you’re over 18) Words: 2230 Summary:
You are a shieldmaiden newly arrived at Kattegat to join the Great Army, and you have caught the eye of Ivar the Boneless. Set during/after episode 4x17
Notes: As always for my smuts, the setting is an AU where the time jump in mid-season 4 lasted long enough to make Ivar older than the age of consent in your country ;)
Excerpt: What Ivar said was true. You had been looking at him. You loved the simmering passion lurking under those dark brows, enjoyed the clever ways he ridiculed his brothers. You were too quiet to join in their conversations, too shy to approach Ivar yourself, but you always found yourself somewhere near him, night after night. Tonight all your countrymen have retired to bed or passed out on their benches; it seems only you and Ivar know how to pace yourselves with the ale.
“Come over here, shy one,” Ivar calls. From what you’ve seen, he is the only Ragnarsson deserving to inherit the throne, and he is holding himself like he knows it, with the calm arrogance of power.
You toss a few stray braids over your shoulder and stand, stepping hesitantly up to the royal table as Ivar pushes his seat out to face you. “Here, sit in my lap.”
A thrill runs through your body; this was just what you had been imagining on those cold nights in your tent this week, but you are also a little surprised at his directness. Ivar is looking up at you with a smile that he probably intends to be reassuring, but it reminds you mostly of a cat about to make its kill.
Fandom: Vikings Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Sigrunn Haraldsdottir (OFC) Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM; shitty BDSM communication, though they’re getting better; slightly less dubious consent, Ivar’s starting to realize that’s a thing too; breathplay/choking; anal sex; more in later chapters to be sure.
Summary: Act III of Hold Me Down (all three of these stories together add up to one novel). Sigrunn’s father, Harald Finehair, will allow Ivar to court his daughter so long as she entertains other suitors as well. Sigrunn is torn between acting the dutiful daughter and appeasing Ivar’s many moods and appetites, hoping that he will prove himself in England and her father will give them his blessing to marry. Ivar finds it very hard to play nice.
Notes: I think Act III will have less smut and more plot, though as I say that the ratio is still 50:50 for the first two chapters here. These two idiots continue to prefer working out their issues in bed, as problematic as that can be. Thanks to @underthenorthstar for the gorgeous moodboard above, which absolutely inspired Sigrunn to step up and start acting as awesome as that chick looks. Thanks to @mizzvengenz6661 for beta reading and reassuring me that sometimes the characters are allowed to be happy. And encouraging me when I want to torture them too. Finally, thank you so much to all the Anons and sister wives in Ivar’s Heathen Army for supporting and motivating me with the humbling outpouring of praise and support! This would never have happened without you all!!
Ivar x Reader; Ivar x You Rating: Explicit Words: 3200 Warning: improvised sex toy (otherwise known as ‘I can’t believe I wrote this, what have I become’) Summary: Ivar asks you to admire his favorite axe. Then things get weird.
Inspired by conversations the resulted from this set photo we got yesterday:
Excerpt: Ivar flips the weapon in question idly, then holds it in a
loose grip as he invites you to admire it. “This one has perfect balance; I
never miss with it. The blade holds an edge well, and—“ he chokes up on it,
extends the butt end closer to your face, “look at how polished the handle has
become.”
It’s a strange thing to admire about a weapon, but you
indulge Ivar, leaning closer and taking a look. It’s true, the ash wood positively
shines in the evening light, smooth and flawless as a river stone.
“I never let anyone else use it; I have kept this axe with
me for years. It has formed itself to my hands.” He flips it around a few more
times, then grasps it by the head and holds it out to you. “I want you to wash
it for me,” he commands.
“What?” You are confused, but you only want to make sure you
heard him right. You are used to Ivar making odd requests of you; sometimes he
does it just to see if you will listen. These little power games would probably
annoy another girl, but not you. You often feel like he is testing you,
desiring to know the extent of your loyalty, or dedication, and you are eager
to prove yourself to him.
His eyes go wide as he inclines his head toward you. Like he
can’t believe he has to explain what he just said. “Take it down to the river
where you wash your clothes, and wash my axe.” Ivar bounces the handle in front
of your face until you take it, the wood warm and smooth under your fingers. Then
he sits back and flashes you his most charming grin, the one that usually means
you’re about to spend the next hour making out with him in some hidden corner.
“And wash yourself, while you’re there. Then meet me in my bed.”
A thrill rushes through you. After weeks of nothing but
heavy petting, Ivar finally wants to have sex? You’ll follow pretty much any
instructions, no matter how strange, if it means he’s ready to lay down with
you, touch you in all the places that you’ve been dreaming of…
He reaches over and taps you on the nose with his finger.
“Run along now, y/n. I will be waiting.”
You can’t stop the smile spreading over your face, sweet
tension already building between your legs as you stand and turn to go.
OK guys I wanted to do my best to be straight-up educational here. There are a lot of writers for Ivar that want to be respectful, and would like be sure they aren’t accidentally being insensitive to issues they don’t fully understand. You can have only love in your heart and still accidentally be hurtful. Educate yourself.
For readability’s sake, I’m listing succinct points above the cut and explaining “why” for each of them below it.
Don’t talk like he’s more of a man when he can stand.
Don’t congratulate your OC for being such a great caretaker of him, or for being so longsuffering dealing with his disability.
Be thoughtful about his physical capabilities when writing his actions. Do not ignore or write off his disability so that your scene can be more convenient.
Research Osteogenesis Imperfecta if Ivar is a major character in your story.
“Cripple” is a slur. Use it carefully or not at all.
Coming in juuuuust under three years in the making, my epic OC collaboration with @acebreathesfire is finally complete and posted! it didn’t sit right, to leave this unfinished.
As my choice of photo may imply, this is an Explicit chapter. I am who I am, and my slow burns must culminate in all the details. Hope that doesn’t turn anyone off! There is more plot after the naughty bits, if you prefer to scroll to the end…
Hope is fairly certain that Charles meant for her to follow.
And the fire that his heavy look ignited in her core certainly is impelling her
to rush after him, but she doesn’t let her feet move. If she enters that cabin
with him now, after everything that’s been said, his touch still hot on her
skin, there’s only one thing that can happen.
And that thing will be irreversible.
“Hope,” Jack calls across the table, interrupting her
moment.
She turns to him, blinking, hoping any trace of moon-eyed
girlishness has cleared before he can catch her throwing any more looks after
their captain.
Posting that while I’m at work?! That was torture!
Had to wait 5 hours to read it! 😭
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Hope wonders if he knows they’re not quite as charming as he thinks.
Ha! 😂 Someone finally said it!
While I absolutely love Jack as a character, I can’t imagine really finding him charming.
Anyway….
It was a perfectly written ending (beginning) to their story! Through all the chapters you managed to keep their characters/traits consistent. The pacing was impeccable!
A true delight!
I’m glad and grateful that you managed to finish this tale! And while it’s sad that you don’t have much time to write anymore, I hope life is good for you and you’re contend.
Woohoo! This is so fun, I really wrote this whole chapter in spurts over an entire year, so I love hearing that it still hangs together and I got the characters right… I love Jack to death but he must be teased.