crappy :

Ge zijt bang dat het u nooit gaat lukken hé? Dat gij uw leven lang op de rand van opgeven zult balanceren terwijl ge uw leven ongewild langs u ziet lopen. Ge zit vast in het willen maar (nog) niet kunnen en ge weet niet eens wat uw tegenhoudt. Gij loopt dingen achterna die ge al lang uit het oog verloren zijt en verdwaald, daar waar men nooit zal zoeken. maar gij wilt gewoon (niet) gevonden worden.

Assistance // Smut

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

You couldn’t fucking handle it.

The stares between each syllable of every word, subtle touches breezing past your ass or grazing themselves against your thigh, the god-forbidden lip bites that seem to gravitate towards you- not even having  hesitant innuendo lay abut in the air that he knew only you would know the hidden intensity of.

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teaching him

so this is a really shitty imagine for my best friend!! ever!!! happy belated birthday girl!! you are the coolest cat out there!!! sorry for this really horrible birthday present, happy late ass birthday

Originally posted by cindecasso

    the gods only knew how badly you wanted to drown yourself in the         creek infront of you, these girls would not shut up, their loud
  loud laughing only made your skin crawl worse. you didn’t mind having to work, hell, you could work for hours on end, the only thing
     that erked you was the women you had to work with. they wouldn’t   stop talking when you worked, currently they were talking about the men

              they’d all had in bed, and how big they were.

              “he was so big!, i didn’t think he’d fit!” svenia exclaimed making the other two giggle shyly at her dirty talk, you rolled your eyes
              biting back the scoff that was so desperate to escape. you scrubbed your fingers agaisnt the fabric of the shirt you were washing,
              but froze when your best friends name left martias lips

              “did you hear about ivar?, what happened with him and margarethe?” she asked quietly making the other two lean in, you sat still
               hands still drenched with water

                “no, what happened?”

                “well, i think everyone knows that all of the sons of ragnar favor her, ivar heard wind of this and wanted her in his bed as well”

                 you stared over at them, feeling hurt enter your heart. out of all the slaves you were closest to ivar, you understood him and comforted
                 him in his darkest times, and over time you two had grown closer then anyone in kattegat and it hurt you that he wouldn’t have told you

                 "so, she had sex with him?“

                 "yes, but he couldn’t even feel her, and he wasn’t even hard!, he knew nothing about how to touch her or have sex, she basically had to
                 teach him everything-”

                 "who told you of this?“ you asked suddenly cutting in making them look at you shocked, usually you were quiet as they talked, this was the first
                 time you had spoken all day. martia cleared her throat and spoke in a shaky low voice

                 "earlier at breakfast margarethe told a few of us girls……and sigurd” she knew how close you and ivar were, and she knew how easy it was
                 to tick you off. especially when it came to ivar. you couldn’t believe that she told anyone about this, and sigurd!?, why sigurd!?.

                 you hummed with a small nod, immeadiately going back to work, surprising the girls. on the outside you were composed and fine, on the inside you
                 were fuming, ready to rip margarethes head from her shoulders, how dare she?, didn’t she know the consiquences?, you knew ivar would be pissed
                 and humiliated, which made you want to throw your work away and go comfort him tightly in your arms.

                 "chelle are you-“

                 "fine, i’m fine” you said vice tight and deep with anger, that shut the girls up finally allowing you to work in silent anger.

                  later on that day you ignored lunch and dinner, not ready to talk to anyone or run into margarethe, you wanted so badly to
                  beat her, hang her by her toes letting the crows pick at her eyes and skin, watching as she died slowly, but for the sake
                  of your queen and ivar, you wouldn’t…….yet anyway.

                  as you looked to the fading sun you realized something, today was the usual day you’d clean ivars chambers. would he be there?
                  you hoped not, it’s not that you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want him to see you. you were a horrible liar, he always knew
                  when you were hiding something, and if he found out she told the other slaves…his BROTHER, he’d be furious.

                   you didn’t want him to hurt anymore then he already was. you’d do anything to make it go away. as you were walking along the sandy
                   shore of kattegat you spotted a bright headed blonde rubbing dirt from her leg with the water beside her.


                  you could feel red enter your eyes the longer you stared at her, anger seeping back into your veins,
                  you went to walk away but her soft voice rang out through the quiet air

                  “chelle?”.  you cursed under your breath and turned slowly facing her with crossed arms “margarethe” you acknowledged with a curt nod.
                   she stood up drying her hands on her dress and brushed the hair from her face. then it was silent, the both of you looking at each other
                   hers in awkwardness, your in anger and sadness.

                   "what are you doing out here?“ she asked shifting where she stood, but you just stood still glaring at her with all the hatred in the world
                   not saying a thing. she nodded again not knowing what to say. the words in that back of your throat were getting bigger, the urge to
                   yell at her becoming larger, finally, you let loose

                   "why in the gods name would you tell anyone about what happened between you and ivar?. especially sigurd?, of all people!” you
                   exclaimed with a dry humorless laugh. she went to speak but quickly slammed her mouth shut, not actually knowing what to say.
                   but you had plenty to say to her.

                   "he already has enough pain in his life, magarethe. how could you do something so stupid?. do you not know how angry ivar can get?-“

                    "yes!, but-”

                    “but nothing!, hell margarethe you think telling sigurd will help you?, it won’t. as much as i care for ivar his anger is unpredictable”
                     you said feeling bad about saying it aloud but you knew it was the truth. she sighed loudly and spoke, her voice shaky as if she were
                     on the verge of tears

                     "chelle, i didn’t know what to do, i didn’t know who to go to. he hurt me". you scoffed, ivar you knew didn’t have a filter at all,
                     but you knew he’d never hurt a women, and if he did hurt margarethe, you didn’t blame him.

                     "tell me what all happend, margarethe. quickly, i have places to be" you sighed out crossing your arms tighter over your chest,
                     feeling the cold air fly through your body.

                     "he strangled me!, he-“

                     "not what he did to you. i wanna know how you had sex with him” you said cutting her off swiftly, your face emotionless, heart
                     thuming wildly in your chest. some part of you didn’t want to hear about her and ivars sexual encounter, but you knew you had
                     to know.

                     "i-i-i don’t know what you-“

                     "were you on top?” you asked bluntly becoming more and more irritated with her. you honestly were a bit jealous that she was his
                     first. she was silent for a few mintues and turned away from you.

                     "no, i didn’t want to be. i wanted him to be on top, take charge". you stared at her, mouth open in shock, anger, and sadness.

                      “for his first time……you made him top?, you threw him into it without teaching him anything?” with every word that left
                      your mouth you walked over ot her slowly, hands shaking by your sides. she honestly didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t
                      look you in the eye knowing how badly she messed up.

                       when you finally made it to her, inches apart, you spoke in a low growl. voice raw and deep.

                       "never, ever come near me or ivar again. if you so much as try to talk to him, i will kill you. do you understand?“
                       she stuttered for a moment and when she didn’t answer, you harshly gripped her fore-arm digging your nails into her
                       bare flesh making her whimper and cry out softly

                      "do. you. understand?” your voice could make any man and woman fall to their knees in that moment, you were speaking like a
                      true viking. margarethe nodded hastily, trying to jerk her arm out of your grasp but you wouldn’t let up. you could
                      feel her skin breaking under your sharp nails making you feel superior over her.

                      “use your words!”

                      “yes!, i understand!” she cried and you finally let go, pushing her to the ground roughly, ignoring her sharp intakes of breath,
                      you glared down at her shaking form feeling no pity for her, she hurt ivar. your ivar. you turned around and walked away, your
                      feet sinking softly into the sand, you had work to do, you had to see ivar.

                      you barged loudly into the hall glancing all around for ivar, sadly, he wasn’t there. which meant he was in his room…..
                      lovely. you made your way past the thrones and to the back, to the room you had been in at least a hundred times.
                      when you made it to his door hesitating to knock holding your knuckles a few inches away from the wood. you wondered

                      if he’d ask you if you knew, or if he’d tell you, all in all you had to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was to come.

                      you knocked.

                      “come in”. you smiled softly at the sound of his voice, but by the tone he was using you knew something was wrong.
                      you opened the door slowly, and when your eyes caught sight of ivar, your breath caught in your throat.
                      he was laying on his bed, furs pulled up barely to his waist, his broad and naked chest glowing in the soft

                      candle light. when he saw it was you he smiled gently not moving from his position.

                       "hello, chelle" he greeted, voice as soft as his chest looked. oh how you wanted to touch him, kiss him, but you had to refrain.
                        you were just a slave of course. you smiled at him brightly nodding to him curtly “hello, ivar. are you well?”

                        you asked walking over to the only window that resided in his room and grabbed a rag, wiping at the dust on the window sill.
                        he sighed and you seen him shrug in the corner of your eye “fine” he simply said placing his arms under his head staring
                        at the ceiling, confirming your thoughts that something was indeed wrong. and you already knew.\

                        you decided not to push him, you continued to do your work around his small room.

                        you wiped the small bead of sweat that was making its way down your neck, and leaned the small broom against his wall
                        next was shaking out his fur carpet, as you bent down to grab the fur, ivars voice rang out stopping you in your tracks

                        “chelle?, have you ever had sex?”. you closed your eyes for a few minutes then swallowed the large rock that had formed in
                        your throat. you looked up at him nodding, a tight lipped smile gracing your features.

                        “yes, i have” you said barely above a whisper, he nodded slowly drinking in your words, a small flicker of sadness in his eyes.

                         "and did you… him?“ he asked, voice thick with what you thought was nervousness. you dropped the fur from your hands
                         and moved up sitting on his bed beside him.

                       "no, i did not love him” you said running your hands over the soft fur, ivar raised
                       a brow at you, shifting where he lay. “then, why did you have sex with him?” he asked sounding like a small child, which made you
                       smile and raise a hand to brush hair away from your face, a nervous condition you had picked up after years of being a slave.

                       "i guess i just wanted to experience it, all of the other slaves were talking about how good it felt. i wanted to know"
                       you explained wondering what was actually going on in his head at this moment. ivar leaned back mulling over your words,
                       you didn’t want him to think of you differently.

                       "is it……does it…..feel good?“ he whispered still not meeting your eyes. you swiped your tongue out wetting your lips
                       a deep sadness overcoming your heart, you were going to kill magarethe.

                       "i-yes. yes it does. but i know it feels better when it’s with someone you love” you said making ivar look at you, pain etched into
                       his face, you didn’t know if that was the right thing to say or not, too late to take it back now.

                        “i know you know, chelle” he said making your heart stop for a millisecond, how did he know?.
                         you stared at him, knowing you couldn’t lie to him.

                        “ivar, i’m so sorry” you whispered making ivar turn away from you, his toned back facing you. he hummed lowly

                        “there is nothing to be sorry about” he said, anger and embarrassment clear in his voice. making you feel even worse about the
                        situation. you crawled up to him setting your bum beside his back and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, frowning deeply
                        when he flinched, but you didn’t move. you just started rubbing your palm against his heated flesh.

                        “it is not your fault with what happened, ivar. it was hers” you said jerking your hand away when he whipped around facing
                        you, eyes glistning with unshed tears, it pained you to see him this way.

                        “it is my fault. i could not pleasure her, chelle. she wasn’t………she wasn’t even wet”

                        “and that was not your fault. she couldn’t pleasure a man if she were blessed by freyja” you said
                         making ivar chuckle through his red teary eyes “how did it start?” you asked moving closer to him, biting back your smile when
                         he pressed his nose to your hip wrapping an arm over your stomach.

                         "i didn’t know what to do actually, she just started to kiss me, and….it picked up from there" he explained his voice muffled
                         by the soft fabric of your dress. you listened carefully, stroaking your hand through his soft black hair soothingly, making ivar
                         feel more calm and relaxed by your touch.

                         "i couldn’t…..feel. nothing. all because i am a stupid cripple" he muttered pressing his face deeper into your hip

                         "ivar" you scolded truly hating the way he talked about himself “i think it was nerves” you said making him look
                         up at you with a dark glint in his eyes “i was not nervous” he protested, but that just made you chuckle and
                         pat his head lovingly.

                         "everyone is nervous for their first time ivar. half her half nerves were at fault" you whispered, feeling
                         so horrible for your best friend. he sighed looking down at your hip, letting his finger trace the bone.

                         you wondered- no, no that was wrong to think of. he wouldn’t agree……..or would he?, maybe if-if you
                         showed him how to make love, how good it feels?, but what if he said no?. would he reject you?.

                         only one way to find out.

                         you lowerd your hand and placed it under his chin forcing him to look at you, you leaned your face down
                         close to his, eye to eye and whispered slowly, your voice sending a chill down his spine

                         "would you……… me to teach you?, ivar?“ your soft breath hitting his. he stared at you, eyes
                         wide in shock, oh no, here it comes. rejection. you shouldn’t have said anything.

                         "yes”. you swear you could feel your body grow hot from that simple little word, it made you smile.

                         you placed your hand on the back of his neck and drew him closer to you “are you sure?” you whispered
                         hoping he’d say yes. and he did. you brought him even closer and sighed when you felt his chest on yours
                         rising and falling harshly. you ran your fingers through the soft little hairs on the nape of his neck

                         and leaned in letting your noses brush against each other lovingly, you wanted to take your time and allow
                         him to be comfortable. you glanced into his dark blue eyes asking silently one more time if this was okay,
                         when he nodded is when you finally let your lips touch.

                         of course he was a little hesitant, but that just made it all the more sweeter, you pulled back for a moment
                         then moved on to his bottom lip. gently just barely sucking on it, his hand gripped your hip softly pullling
                         your lower half to him. it felt so good to have his lips on yours, you peeked your eyes open for a second

                        glancing at his beautiful face, which was scrunched together in concentraition, you blindly reached a hand
                        up and tangled it in his hair, making him relax just a tad more. you both then parted, lips sticking together
                        making a small pop as you let go. you both were breathing so heavily, that being the only sound in the room

                        he leaned in more, his nose pressing into the corner of your lips, you could feel his heartbeat beating rapidly
                        in his chest, you tugged on his hair lightly making him moan quietly. the sound alone sending a hot jolt to
                        your core.

                        “do you want me to touch you-”

                       "tonight is all about you, ivar" you said lips brushing against his as you talked, he was about ot protest but you
                        cut him off by kissing him again. even though he was innexepreienced he was an amazing kisser, how was magarethe not
                        wet while being with him?.

                       you then dared to slip your leg over his waist, pausing slightly when you heard him suck in a heavy breath as you kissed.
                       "are you alright?“ you whispered against his lips, kissing them again. he nodded reaching his hands up cupping your waist
                       rubbing the skin through your dress. you sighed into the kiss making ivars eyes roll back into his head.

                       just by kissing you were slowly driving him insane. he’d never felt like this before, his hands and stomach were quivering
                       as if her were cold, but he was anything but. he was hot and sweaty, just by your sweet honey like kisses.
                       he froze when you moaned as he squeezed your waist a little tighter.

                       he didn’t know what to say, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in all his years of life. you pulled back from him
                       and smiled, hair dishevilled, looking like a fallen goddess in ivars eyes. "may i undress you?” you asked making ivars
                       eyes close tightly, your voice sounding like the smoothest of instruments.

                       "yes" he answerd gruffly, hissing when your cold hands reached lower brushing past his toned, tight stomach, hitting his
                       trousers. he was worried, worried that he wouldn’t be able to make you feel good like margarethe, that you’d laugh and
                       leave him there alone, naked and humiliated.

                       you pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth and moved lower, flashing him a seductive look, ivar swore he felt his
                       prick jump at the sight of you, maybe he was wrong. you made it lower and finally was eye level at his prick, you leaned forewards
                       and pressed a kiss to his clothed prick, smiling when he jumped softly, maybe he could feel after-all. you then kissed it again

                       a little longer and deeper this time, ivar was feeling his heart beat out of control, he had to calm himself. he focused on how
                       beautiful you looked in this lighting, your gorgeous hair glowing on your head, forming an anglic glow around you. your bright
                       beautiful eyes flashing up to his every now and again, making his heart stop and stutter, he never realized how goddess-like you

                       looked until now. you then slowly undid the string that was keeping his pants together and slid them out of the holes, letting the
                       fabric fall loose against his hips. ivar clenched his eyes closed not wanting to see your reaction to his ugly, kinny legs.
                       when you seen his legs for the first time, your heart fluttered and eyes widened in awe, even though they were never used

                       you could see the muscle and strength they held. you pulled the rest of his pants off and chucked them behind you, kissing the soft
                       skin of his legs. ivar shivered feeling your hot wet mouth on his legs, it felt to surreal, having you loving his body up, but it
                       felt so damn good. you made it to his inner thigh and sofly gasped at his prick. he was bigger then any man you’d been with.

                       damn, how was he going to fit?. how did margarethe not enjoy herself?. you leaned forewards to his softly erect prick and licked the
                       head. ivar gasped and gripped the sheets between his fingers. how did he?…..he feel that?. he could feel the hot breath leaving your
                       mouth hit his girth, he felt the small drops of saliva drip down his length. he felt it.

                       you smirked and licked it again, this time a bigger stripe, tongue flat against him. everything felt so euphoric to him, he’d never
                       felt this good in his life. “ch-chelle!” he exclaimed when you softly took him in your mouth. you could feel him growing in your mouth.
                       you lived for the noises leaving his mouth, your name sounding heavenly upon his lips. you were pulled from him when he placed

                       his hands on the sides of your cheeks pulling you back from him “what is wrong?, did i hurt you?” you asked feeling a small
                       drop of his already leaking pre-cum and your spit running down your chin. he shook his head, heavy breaths escaping his
                       beautiful mouth “i-i just wanna try to feel you around me” he whispered, you’d never seen ivar this vulnerable before,

                       it made you even more wet then you already were. you nodded softly and crawled back up, smiling at his large shaky hands that moved
                       from your face to your hips again. you leaned down and pressed an open mouth kiss to his collar bone, nipping and sucking on
                       whatever skin you could find “i can’t wait to feel you in me, ivar” you whimpered breathily, tongue lapping at his pulse point.

                       ivar groaned, feeling your words travel to his groin. “talk to me more, love” he whisepred moaning when you scrapped your nails
                       over his sides, you adjusted yourself over him leg on each side of his hips “you’re so big, i can’t wait to feel you stretch me out”
                       he’d never wanted this to end, ever. he stared at you transfixed on your movements. you reached your arms back and attempted to untie

                       the back of your dress. ivar sat up, moaing when your thigh brushed against his prick. he grit his teeth together and lifted his
                       hands up to the ties, you smiled when he moved your hands out of the way and started to untie them, you layed you head on his shoulder
                       kissing the skin gently, you never realized how badly you wanted him until this moment. when he undid them he soflty pushed the top

                       of your dress down your shoulders, stopping at the tops of your breasts, he surprised you by pressing a few kisses to the top of your chest
                       and your shoulders. your head flew back exposing more skin to him, moaning loudly when he suckled on your neck, right next to your
                       jugular vein. every sound coming from your mouth was whiney and just sinful sounding, it made ivar tingle and shiver with delight.

                       he finally pulled the dress from your body, revealing your naked body. margarethe had nothing on you, ivar thought. your beautifully
                       flawless skin ready to be kissed, sucked and bit. you grabbed his hand fom your waist and placed it on your breast making him cup you
                       in his large hand. you groaned and accidentally ground your hips against his, making the both of you moan out.


                       "chelle!” the both of you cried out, so sensitive to each others touches. you honestly couldn’t wait any longer, neither could ivar.

                       you gently pushed him back palm flat against his chest, he sighed feeling your bare thighs rub against his, he needed you….now.
                       you moved up a little and sighed out when his prick brushed against your sex. you leaned down and pressed one last kiss to his
                       lips, whilst reaching a hand down grabbing his hard manhood in your small fist, bringing him to your entrance.

                       "are you ready?“ you asked breathlessly, he nodded reaching a hand up bushing hair from your eyes "put me in you” he whispered
                       hotly, you bit your lip, slipping his cock inside you. he was so thick, all of him brushing against your walls the whole time he slid
                       in. you both groaned and gritted your teeth. you layed your head in the crook of his damp neck, giving yourself a moment to adjust

                       "are you alright?“ ivar seethed, gasping for breath, you nodded biting down on his shoulder, then finally snapped your hips forewards.
                       ivar swore deeply under his breath and reached his hands lower gripping your ass tightly in his hands, you swiveled your hips back and
                       forth, front and back, making ivar dizzy with a lust clouded head. you were so tight and warm around him, better then he ever imagined.

                       "ahh, fuck” he whined wildly making you clench at the sound, you felt so deeply connected to him. his cock was reaching places no man
                       had ever reached before, hitting your g spot repeatedly. you moaned crazily into his neck, you couldn’t find the strength to sit
                       up and fuck him furiosly like you wanted, but the way you moved and made love to him right now was somehow even better.

                       "chelle!, i-i can feel y-you, all of -you" he gasped against your hair, he moved his left hand up scratching his nails down your
                       back, not enough to make you bleed, but just enough to sting. you loved it. you lifted your head up continuing to rut against him and
                       looked into his deep dark irises, lips softly touching him “how tight am i?, tell me ivar” you moaned out leaning down to bite on

                       his bottom lip. he sighed out lifting his hand higher into your hair, wrapping it around his fist “so fucking tight, warm, wet”
                       he growled, tugging on your hair like you had done to his. the only sounds coming from the room were his grunts and your cries.
                       you two were glowing, sweat making you slide agaisnt each other swiftly. everything felt so right.

                       you could feel yourself slip closer to the edge, but you wanted ivar to cum first “ivar!, are you c-close?” you moaned squeezing
                       your eyes shut, ivar grunted loudly when you clenched around him, he leaned up biting at the corner of your jaw, making you clench
                       again “y-yess” he brought you closer to him, then made you cry out when he softly started to lift anf pivot his hips against yours.

                       then, you both came, together. with shouts of each others names. it felt better then any orgasem you’d ever had, somehow he still
                       kept thrusting realising every ounce of cum he had left. you collapsed against his chest, shivering and shaking in his arms, along
                       with him.

                       you’d both quieted down, breathing still heavy and loud. he still hadn’t let go of you arms enclosed around your lightly convulsing
                       frame, you finally gathered enough strength to raise your head and kiss him fully on the lips, lips lazily working against each other,
                       tongues brushing against teeth and lips.

                       "so good" he whispered resting his head against yours softly looking in your eyes with such love, awe and adoration. your eyes mirroring
                       his. you loved the fact that he was still inside of you, making you feel that full feeling you’d come to love.
                       "please don’t leave" he whispered again making you frown and lay your head down to his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his skin.

                       "never" you promised feeling his wild heartbeat stutter about. you knew you loved him months ago, but never come to terms with it
                       until now. ivar felt even more connected to you, knowing that you were the first and last person he’d have sex with, he needed you
                       more then anyone, you were his outlet, his home, his love, his chelle, you were no one elses but his.

                       you both spent the night together, talking, laughing, crying about the simplest things, even making love for a second time, and a third.

                       the next day you were back to work, washing clothed like you usually do every morning, and of course the girls were back to talking
                       about the men they’d been with

                       "his prick was so long, it felt so good!“ amae moaned making the girls around her laugh and slap at her playfully, you actually laughed
                       along with them this time, knowing that the prick you’d had last night could over take any mans cock in kattegat.
                       the other girls looked over at you when they noticed you laughing

                       "what are you laughing at chelle?” svenia asked turning her head to the side like a small child would. you piced up your basket of
                        clean clothes, shaking your head at them, a smirk on your lips. you were about to walk back to town when you decided to tease them
                        a bit.

                        “oh nothing, just remembering the most amazing sex i’d ever had last night” you said making them gape at you mouths open wide, you weren’t
                        the type to have sex willy nilly, so this intregued them deeply.

                        “who!?”  "how big?“  "was it ubbe?!”   “how long!?” so many questions that just made you laugh all the harder. you turned your back to them
                         and started walking, you paused, and turned your head to the side, allowing them to see the bruises ivar had left upon your skin.

                         "he was very, very big" you teased even deeper making them   groan and glare at you

                         "who?, who was it?“

                          you chuckled and licked at your slightly swollen lips

                          "ivar lothbrok”.

sorry for the way it was written down my computer literally won’t let me do anything, hope y’all enjoyed this shittyness, to my epic best friend!!! love ya girl!!!!!!! hope ya like it and i hope it lived up to how you imagined it lots of love and thanks from me <3  @zombiexbody