#eivor smut

[greenaway-torres]

I would love to be with a woman who believes her strap is actually a part of her and not just plastic. The way I would tease her with it. Brushing against it when I know she has it on. Running my thumb across it through her pants. Kissing the bulge before I unbuckle her pants. I love it when she gets so weak for me and I barely touched her.

“You like that baby? Want me to put it in my mouth? Then beg.”

[pixievi]

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[neon-junkie]

OMFG ITS A WIN FOR THE FUCKING GAYS!! ONCE AGAIN!! If you want to do any requests for fem eivor I’d love your takes on her kinks/ general sex headcanons you may have ❤️❤️

Hell yes!!! I started being down bad for fem!Eivor the second I began playing as her. She's just so... *clenches fist*

I don't see Eivor as being the type to go wild when it comes to kinks. She's definitely not vanilla, but not extremely taboo either.

Outdoor sex is an obvious one, given that she spends 90% of her time out in the wilderness, and fucking in the longhouse isn't as private as she wants it to be. 

Nothing beats lounging around in a meadow, cuddling in a bed of flowers, watching the clouds drift overhead as Eivor holds you in her arms.

She's a switch. Always happy to take the ropes, or submit to you. It's your call, really.

There are times when she needs you to care for her, such as after a devastating loss in battle.

And other times when she needs to be in charge, fuelled by the adrenaline from a bloody victory.

Eivor is a giver. She's going to go down on you, drawing orgasm after orgasm until you're literally having to peel her off you.

"You want me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't continue picking you apart, using my tongue alone."

Over-stimulation? Yeah, you better get used to it. Eivor isn't going to stop when your thighs are shaking around her head. She wants to see you utterly debauched.

And if you try to give her the same treatment? Good luck. She's a strong woman who will literally pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll. That is, if you want it.

"You're so adorable when you try to boss me about. You seem to forget which one of us is taking charge tonight. Here, let me remind you..."

Skin contact is appreciated, but not essential. There's something feral about having Eivor pin you down whilst she's still in her full gear, blood stained and all.

However, when Eivor wants to be tender and romantic, then the clothes are coming off!

A little bit of bondage may enter your sex life. Nothing too wild, just your wrists tied together, or a makeshift gag whenever you're being too loud.

Eivor isn't going to go out of her way to introduce toys. Why bother? Her fingers and mouth work perfectly fine. But if you suggest it, then Eivor will listen, although she knows they will never compete with her skills.

After care is very essential to Eivor. Nothing beats a kiss and a cuddle, no matter if you're out in the wilderness, or cooped up in a bed of furs.

Expect a few courting braids to be in your hair once Eivor is done with you. It's a key part of her after care routine.

[shimtarofstupidity]

[sapphic-woes]

Eivor x Fem!Reader - Merciful

A/N: So...first fic ever doing x reader, bear with me as I get the hang of this. In this, Eivor is injured and comes across a nun who helps her out. Minors DNI. 

Word count: 4k.  AO3 link

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Mercy. It was a virtue that was usually praised. However, when it came to you many said it would be your downfall.

“You’re too nice, too caring, too understanding. That's why everyone always uses you.” You knew that. It was easy to tell when a kind smile masked ill intentions, and yet you could never bring yourself not to lend a helping hand. For that was the duty of a nun, wasn’t it?

“Ugh…lady…” As you dropped the bucket of water you’d fetched from the river, you soon realized there were some good deeds even you found difficult to do.

It was a dane, one bloody and bruised, dragging himself…herself, up out of the river. It was a struggle not to scream, she looked like the devil himself with her war paint running down her face and blue eyes focused on your startled form. Even in her plight, she still managed to notice your instinctive step back, and her glare in response–as if daring you to call the guards–making it feel like it would be pointless to try. 

“Please…” Only the second time she spoke did you fully register her voice–both its peculiar ruggedness and the fact that she spoke English–sending a shiver down your spine. Clearly, she was asking for help. But to help a dane? 

You weren’t a fool. You lived in an abbey, and heathens loved to attack them. It was a risk you gladly took to serve the Lord, and you had been prepared to face death by the hands of a dane since the moment you became a nun. Now you were facing a dane alright, yet somehow the Lord was testing you with her imminent death rather than your own. 

Do I let her live, or leave her to die? The choices led to two grim realities. Her death within the hour, or the abbey’s potential massacre within a few weeks' time.

You prayed to the Lord that the if of the latter would never become a reality.

She was heavy, stinking of dirt and blood. By the time you decided to save her, she had already passed out, leaving you to somehow drag her body to a suitable area. Luckily, being the pushover of the abbey had some perks. In your desperation to find solitude, you’d stumbled across a cave not far from the river and used it to rest from time to time. 

Once there, you huffed, laying her down on the dirt floor as gently as your sore arms could. Then you were off to fetch a new bucket of water and medical aid, explaining poorly to the reverend that you were simply nursing an injured baby calf stuck in the woods. He thought it was useless work–but work no one other than you would do–so he let you go, and with haste, you returned to the dane.

Once you entered the cave again, you set to work. The bleeding had to stop and to stop the bleeding the wound needed to be located. Oh, you thought with a nervous gulp, her top will have to be removed... 

Heat crept over your cheeks, but quickly you shook your head. This may be a dane, but she was a woman nonetheless. A woman exactly like you. There was nothing to be shy about, and it was confusing that you even were. With a deep breath you took the knife you brought, murmuring apologies to the unconscious heathen before cutting through her thick clothing.

Immediately, you realized she was certainly a woman…but her body was definitely not like yours.

If there was one word to describe it, it was hardened. Trained. Muscles rippled as she breathed, and tiny scars decorated her waist and chest. There was ink too, terrifyingly beautiful designs that made your heart hammer and nervously breathe out. You’d heard from rumors that the tattoos meant horrible things, like tallies of how many saxons they’d killed. What if I become one too? Again, panic seized your heart, and you found yourself trembling as you studied the wound she’d suffered.

Luckily, it was something treatable. With great care not to wake her (though you weren’t sure if it was out of fear or genuine concern) you patched her up, checking to see if there was anything else. There was a slash at her right leg, and you patched that one up as well, finally moving to clean the dirt from the rest of her body. Gently, you dragged a cloth across her chiseled face, marveling at her sharp jaw and long, pretty lashes. Perhaps she had looked intimidating before, but fast asleep she was clearly a thing of beauty. 

You liked her straight nose and her eyebrows that seemed to grimace even in her sleep. You wondered what she’d look like when she was wide awake and not glowering at you. You wondered if her voice really was that low–or if her long journey only to end up passing out in the river was the cause. You were curious, and before you knew it, you were hovering less than an inch above her face.

Lord above. You held back a squeak, scrambling back. That was rude! Impolite and…odd of you. Very odd. For a moment you tried to register why you’d done such a thing, but you came up with no answer. All you knew for certain was that you felt warm all over, tingly as you watched the woman’s chest rise and fall. Somehow, just watching her breath was mesmerizing. Was it the devil in her making you so curious? You didn’t know–but you did know that the reverend would be expecting you back soon.

In more of a frenzy than you’d like to admit, you gathered your things and left, cheeks aflame as you rushed to escape whatever trap satan intended to use the dane with.

_______

It took a week for her to wake again.

In those days, the routine was fairly simple. Every day you went out to fetch water you’d take the time for a detour. There you’d clean her wounds and redress her bandages, leave fresh water and stolen borrowed leftovers just in case she’d wake. For the past week, the food rotted, and dust settled over the water. Today was no different, at least, when you first entered the cave it wasn’t.

She was lying as she always did, and you moved quickly. You only had so much time before the reverend, or anyone else for that matter grew suspicious. Despite everyone needing you, they did little to respect you as a person, becoming more of a lapdog than anything. You set down the bucket of water with a huff, arching your back to crack it with a groan. Who knew being a nun would require so much labor? 

“It’s already been a week…maybe it’s exhaustion?” You murmured as you walked up to the sleeping dane, hovering a hand over her face. She was breathing, and her breaths were stronger than when she was usually asleep, though still steadily rhythmic. That was a good sign, right? You bit your bottom lip with worry, turning away. 

To transport her bandages and other medical supplies, you tied them with rope in pouches to the side of your thighs, keeping them hidden under your long robe. At first, you felt ridiculous walking with them like that, but now it was like second nature. With little thought you hiked up your dress, untying the pouches carefully. That was when you glanced in front of you at the food you’d left before. A useless endeavor, but still you couldn’t help but check with hope…

…and see that it was all completely eaten.

You froze. One of the pouches you’d tried to quietly remove slipped from your hand. Glass jars full of healing salve shattered from within. You didn’t care.

No–you were more concerned with the eyes drilling into the back of your neck, trailing down the base of your spine…and finally, resting on your legs exposed to the chilly autumn air. You didn’t know whether to run or scream. You didn’t know if either choice mattered.

“Lady.” Her gruff voice made you jump, and suddenly you could move again. You spun on your heel, you scrambled back–two horrid decisions to make at once. Your balance abandoned you, and suddenly coarse skin gripped your hand, yanking you forward. You stumbled, letting out a startled cry as you fell onto your hands rather than your back. 

You’d squeezed your eyes shut to brace for impact, but now as you tentatively fluttered them open, you didn’t recognize the bandages inches from your face. That is until they rocked up and down. An amused, albeit pained, voice rumbled from the depths of it.

“Lady, might you remove yourself from me?” Am I…staring at her chest? You moved faster than you ever had before, clambering off of the dane and then shuffling several feet back. She watched the entire display with a raised eyebrow, and her calmness in juxtaposition to your alarm only made you feel more embarrassed. You opened your mouth to speak, but the knot in your throat wouldn’t allow for more than another frightened noise. At that the heathen paused, shifting her gaze to think before focusing her gaze back on you.

“I…won’t hurt you. You saved my life, lady. It would have been easy to leave me there, or send out guards to end my suffering. Yet,” the dane waved her hand to the empty food and water, “you did all this instead. It would be foolish to repay my savior with violence, wouldn’t you think?” She was right, it would be foolish. However, you had been taught that danes were exactly that; tricked by the devil into wanting nothing but bloodshed. It would be foolish of you to immediately believe her words.

“T-thank you.” You tried to act as if you believed it, though from her frown she guessed you didn’t at all. You stayed frozen as she sighed, scratching the back of her head.

“I’m not saying that to be thanked. I’m just…telling you. Despite how you view me, you have helped me. For that I am grateful.” With that she attempted to rise, hissing out in pain. You gasped, stiffening with worry. She had just woken up or at least had in the last couple of hours. She had no business moving yet! Before you knew it you were on your feet, rushing over to stop her. 

“Wait! Please don’t move, your wounds are still healing and you’ve just woken up. You must rest.” Regardless of how badly you trembled, you still spoke as firmly as you could. “You can’t do any harsh manual labor–like traveling to God knows where–until it’s safe!” That surprised the dane, eyebrows high on her face and mouth slightly agape. Slowly, her lips curved into a smirk, and she nodded, lying back down.

“You fear me, yet you give me orders?” Your cheeks reddened, and her sly smile widened. “Alright then, little lady…for a few days, I’ll rest my body for you. Is that satisfying?” For you rang like a sweet mantra in your head, and at your awkward nod the dane chuckled. It was a pleasant sound, making you wring your hands together and swallow nervously. You would have said more, but suddenly you heard your name being harshly called out, making the both of you jump.

“I–I must go now. No one else…knows. I didn’t think they’d take kindly to the idea of treating you.” That made the heathen's eyes darken with understanding, and she nodded. 

“Go, the last thing I want is you to be punished for helping me.” Her voice had hardened just as it did the day you both met, though this time it didn’t scare you as much as before. It left you with a tight chest, and you didn’t trust your own voice to speak again properly. Quickly, you nodded, rushing out of the cave with warm skin and an ever growing heartbeat.

_______

Her name was Eivor, with some knowing her as Eivor the Wolf-kissed, you hoped it explained where the gaze came from. 

You had felt it the day she’d woken up, and you had dismissed it as a look a warrior would give to their enemy. Calculating and intense, dragging down your body before rising back up to your eyes–you assumed as a saxon, she’d immediately seen you as her enemy and had reacted as such.

Now, you had no explanation for the heat in her stares, and it was starting to plague you.

Her promise of only days turned into another week with your insistent begging, and in that time period it became clear that walking into the cave was like walking into a wolf’s den. Each day that her wounds healed she grew stronger and more…overwhelming. In her teasing voice by your ear as you dressed her wounds, and in how when she sat with you, it was as if she was caging you in. 

She spoke to you like a friend. An extremely caring one. She hated to see you exhausted after running around the abbey, angry they’d treat you more like a servant than an equal. Her hands would hold you close and urge you to rest in the safe embrace of her arms. It was nice, and you found yourself longing to go to the cave every day. However, you didn’t understand her actions. At first, you summed them up to culture, but her gaze told you otherwise.

There was something in those sapphire eyes, something enticingly dangerous, and it gleamed whenever your cheeks burned bright. It darkened when you bit your bottom lip with shyness, flickering over your heaving chest when her actions became too much for you to bear. Now, the tension in the air had shifted from one of fear to…curiosity. Need. But for what, you feared, would be your undoing.

“Little angel,” The raspy voice in your ear brought you out of your thoughts, “are you done?” You jumped, looking up to find Eivor’s face hovering above your own. It took everything in you not to marvel at it. She had a rough kind of beauty that made your insides squirm, and abruptly you looked down again.

“Yes! Right–apologies. I was lost in thought…” You finished fixing her bandages, fingers lingering over her toned abs. How are they so defined in the first place–large hands wrapped around your own, and with surprise you looked back up into Eivor’s concerned eyes.

“You’ve been odd lately. Listless. Is something bothering you?” You smiled softly. Despite her stern face, you’d soon learned that Eivor was incredibly soft. She was a warm soul, and from the stories she’d shared with you, someone who greatly cared about her family and friends. You shook your head.

“There’s nothing. Well, I don’t believe there is. I’m simply…confused, Eivor. May I ask,” you sucked in a fractured breath, unsure if you should continue. A calloused hand cupped your cheek, and unconsciously you shut your eyes to lean into the touch.

“What is it, love?” Again, she called you in a way that made your stomach burn and your heart swell. With a hushed whisper, you spoke your mind.

“Why do you…act this way with me? I do not understand. Is it custom for da–norse–to treat other women like…like…” You didn’t know how to say it, but Eivor didn’t need you to, humming softly.

“Like a husband would?” You breathed out in relief.

“Yes! Are norsewomen more intimate with one another than sax–” That made Eivor snort, sharply reigning in her laughter so only the corners of her lips twitched. However, at your puzzled stare she realized that hadn’t been some kind of joke, and her laughter completely left her. She opened her mouth, then closed it, and then eventually decided such innocence could only be met with a soft, but equal amount of bluntness.

“Little angel…I act this way because I have affection towards you. You are kind, albeit self-sacrificing.” What? You couldn’t believe the words she muttered, but her eyes held yours with such conviction that you knew it was true. You wanted to look away–her gaze was becoming more predacious with every second your cheeks burned brighter–yet you couldn’t, captivated as Eivor continued. “You shine like the sun, and I cannot help but think you are a gift from the gods…and in the future, if you would allow me, I would like to lie with you.” 

She would…what? That had been the source of her looks this entire time. It wasn’t as someone assessing an enemy, nor pure curiosity. It was…lust. She wanted you, in ways you were sure you couldn’t imagine, and when you expected the feeling of disgust to wash over you, something worse happened. 

All at once, it came barrelling over you. A tantalizing heat and debilitating fluster, aching across your skin as you struggled to say something, anything to discourage her words. The hand at your cheek was cruel. It burned like molten iron, doing nothing to help you think straight. Eivor wanted to lie with you, as a man would with a woman. To hold you in her arms, commit an act you had vowed under the eyes of God to abstain from–and while that should have made you wretch away from the woman, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

Rather, you felt your core burn. Shame bubbled up inside of you, but so did the desire. From the beginning, you had wanted something from this woman. Before, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Now the answer was clear as day, burning over your heart.

“If I were to,” you had to pause, words too much to ask all at once, “to lie with you, Eivor. What…” you took the chance to glance up at her. Her gaze was like a crackle of lightning. It took your breath away and made you twitch with wanting. You found it took an effort to finish your question.

“What…would you do?” That was a mistake. There was hope in your voice you accidentally let slip through, and Eivor caught onto it. Those shapely lips twisted. 

Once again, her sharp eyes dragged over you..but it was shameless this time. Devoid of the restraint and caution she’d had before. Now you shivered, because it was obvious now, painstakingly so, that from the moment Eivor met you, she’d wanted nothing more than to defile you.

_______

You were a mess, a whimpering, trembling mess, and Eivor wasn’t nearly done with you. She pulled away from between your breasts to catch her breath and admire her work. She’d left bite marks all over your chest, thighs, and waist, the indents of her teeth a pretty color across your tender skin. Your teary eyed, gasping face only spurred her on more, and she hummed as she leaned down to steal the heat from your lips, eliciting a moan from you.

Your precious gown, used to avert the eyes of men, was gone. Your veil was thrown away long ago. The autumn air bit at your skin, but regardless of the temperature around you, your body burned nonetheless. You felt one hand brush against your breast, sending a quivering through your spine as she rolled the bud between her fingers. Her other hand went further south, down to your unattended, dripping wetness.

She had been fiendish there before, suckling your thighs and kissing the skin between your legs and your heat, yet never there. No–not until you were gripping the hard muscles of her arms and practically begging, needy for relief. She might be one to tease, but Eivor wasn’t cruel–taking her fingers to grant you the pleasure you craved.

Her fingers brushed over your bud, and then she pressed down. It was gentle, yet firm, falling into a steady rhythm as she rubbed a tiny circle there. You gasped, nails digging into her arms. Soon you were overwhelmed with bliss, weak in the knees as your voice fell into sweet, keening sounds to her ears.  

“That’s it,” the blonde said, voice gruff as she watched you whine, “keep letting me hear that beautiful voice angel.”  Oh, did you obey that command, voice ringing out as if you’d become a bard just to sing of the pleasure she gave you. She pressed into your bundle of nerves more, never slowing down. You stammered, hands moving to cling to her back in desperation.

“I–I can’t…” Those sharp eyes were hazy now, glossed over as she took in your bruised lips and half-lidded eyes. Her hand circled your bud one last time before the pressure stopped, and immediately you let out a sound of dismay, trying to focus and ask why–but soon, you were given an answer.

“Oh–!” In one fluid motion, two thick fingers were plunged into your dewy folds, burying deep and making your back arch at the sudden fullness. Her fingers curled, and she took her time just as before, offering a steady, brutal rhythm. She wanted to leave you ruined, and it was working, bones turning to mush and overcome with sensual destruction.

Relentless, she pounded her fingers up to the knuckle. She knew what to do to leave you a puddle of fervent desire, skillful even as she grew more lustful herself. Watching you crumble from her digits stretching your heat was intoxicating, and you could see the carnal need in her eyes grow as she continued.  Her tongue raked over her canines as she thrust particularly deep. You whimpered, body shaking uncontrollably, and the sight made her want to taste you, now more than ever. Without warning, she swiftly moved.

“E-Eivor!” All you could manage was to say the norse’s name with a fractured, desperate moan, squirming against her firm hands. They gripped your thighs and held them in place as she went down on you, indulging herself with the slick folds before her. She dragged her tongue upward, and you choked–your oversensitivity to her every action making your legs grow weak. She chuckled at your disoriented pleasure, and the vibrations of her voice against your folds were torturous. Eivor knew that, and she didn’t hesitate to use it, not bothering to pull away as she moaned against your heat.  

You squirmed, bucking to push her tongue harder into you. She obliged, pressing deeper into your wetness and having her fill of your taste. Her nose routinely brushed against your bud, and it drove you wild, drowning in the sensations clawing at your core. 

“I-I need, Eivor please–” how did a single question come to this? Now you were shamelessly begging the norse before you to have her way with you–as if she wasn’t already–lips forming over your bud. Oh God. 

Your hands found their way into holding fistfuls of her blonde hair. She was calculated, devastating in her onslaught over your pearl. You were reduced to a bundle of mewls and hopeless clawing, throbbing against her tongue as she brought a mayhem of pleasure over you. It consumed you in a near terrifying way, eyes rolling as she continued to bring you to your peak.    

“I can’t, d-don’t stop…!” It was the only warning you could utter before you were mindless, toes curling and hips rocking wildly. You choked back a sob as she continued to suck on your pearl even as you rode out your peak, only letting up when you completely slumped over. She kissed your twitching folds and inner thigh before she rose, gathering you in her arms.

“Little angel,” her chest rumbled at your back, textured hands pulling you into her lap. “Are you alright?” You were more than alright, nodding into the crook of her neck.

“I am. That was…um…” Despite having done all that, in the heat of the afterglow you felt your embarrassment creep back in. Eivor laughed.

“Good?” At your nod, she smiled, fingers brushing against the back of your neck. “I’m glad, I wanted to make sure you were comfortable…but it was hard to control myself once I saw that face.” The way she complimented you with ease made your stomach twist with butterflies once again, and it must have been evident on your face. Softly, a hand held your jaw where she wanted it, and Eivor kissed you slowly and sensually, pulling away just enough to whisper against your lips.

“Come back with me. I have a settlement–Raventhorpe–and I would care for you there. You wouldn’t be pushed around again, and your kindness would be honored, not used.” It was nearly said in a plea, hesitant as if the woman wasn’t sure what your answer would be. But you knew it from the moment she’d begun, heartwarming with joy.

“Yes,” you nodded so quickly it elicited a laugh from Eivor, adoring your enthusiasm, “I would love to, Eivor. If it means being with you…” Your fingers intertwined with hers, and you smiled wide, sharing in Eivor’s own giddy smile back.

“I’d go anywhere.” 

[theewicked]

Enjoy!

Strap ON

Eivor thrusted in harshly, calloused hand gripping the bed post with enough force that her knuckles were white. She pushed the head of her strap against your cervix with all her glorious might. It had you seeing stars, and you needed to press your face against the plush mattress even more to contain the scream that threatened to escape your fucked out, tired throat.

A large hand came in between your face and the bed, squeezing and tugging it up until you could see the ceiling. It made your back arch almost uncomfortably but made Eivor hit such a deep, delicious spot inside you.

“I wanna hear them noises, dove.” Eivor said into your ear, rich and deep voice almost getting lost in between the myriad of pants, squelching, and slapping skin. She accentuated her command with a pointedly deep thrust that had you basically mewling.

“Such a good girl for me.” She said before letting go of your neck and making you fall forwards, having to catch yourself weakly on your forearms. The hand that wasn’t gripping the bedpost snaked around your middle before resting just below your belly button. Eivor pushed gently on the spot, again making you see stars.

Your pussy was so, so wet, you could feel your nectar dripping down your trembling thighs. And the sounds Eivor’s strap made inside you were so very dirty, they almost seemed to spur Eivor on more, like they were some type of reward she gained from fucking the brain cells out of you.

You felt her vicious pounding melt into something slightly more of a gentler tempo, a fact you were quite relieved with, as you were pretty sure your insides were fucked raw and bruised at this point. Two hands came to rest on your upper back, massaging slowly, gently. It was a type of feeling you were entirely unfamiliar with at the moment: You two had been at it for some time now, long enough for your stamina to wane. Though it seemed like Eivor’s had not. It never did and it was almost scary.

Thumbs dug into the spent muscles of your back, pressing deep circles into your skin and flesh. All the while Eivor kept a practiced tempo with her godly hips, and the strap melted into your cunt divinely, scraping your walls and the tip of it kissed deep spots inside you.

Those blunt thumbs slowly turned into trimmed nails as you felt Eivor drag them down your arched back. It was such a light, ticklish feeling that had you drooling into the sheets at the contrast of it compared to the deep, thick thrusts you were receiving elsewhere. Those nails painted themselves down until they reached where your back met your ass.

A sharp slap that had you crying out was placed upon the swelled flesh of your right ass cheek, leaving a rosy red mark no doubt.

Those nails dragged themselves up your back again, leaving goosebumps and making you shiver. But this time, they did not stop where your back did. They continued down your arms until you could feel Eivor’s large, muscled body leaning over yours as she reached over and wrapped her deft, long fingers around your wrists. She brought your arms in front of you and placed your hands on the bedpost, beckoning you to hold onto it just as she had done only moments before. So you did.

“Good girl.” Eivor’s hot breath met your ear and the tip of her tongue softly traced the outline of your ear, the touch teasing. You felt her soft blonde hair rest on your skin, and saw it fall either side of your head. The warmth of your dim bedroom light bounced off of it, making it appear like spun gold.

Her small breasts pressed against your back as her hands fell from your wrists and palmed your own, making your nipples harden. She kneaded the supple flesh of them as her lips caressed the side of your neck before she pushed herself back into her original position on her knees, only this time she seemed to have crawled forwards more in between your legs, the strap remaining inside you and moving slowly the entire time.

Her hips stopped their movement suddenly, making your insides feel strange from the lack of friction. You managed to twist your head and look behind your bare shoulder.

The sight you were presented with had your cunt squeezing itself around the thick toy buried in you.

The soft light bounced off of Eivor’s abdominal muscles, shading and highlighting them in a way that had you whimpering. She had fully sat down on her knees, ass cheeks touching her heels and she leant backwards slightly. Your eyes travelled up her strong arms, the sweat smeared there making them look delectable. Eivor’s hands came behind her and gripped both of your ankles, lifting your feet from where they rested on the mattress and keeping them by her hips so the only part of your legs touching it were your knees.

Your heavy-lidded gaze finally trailed up to your lovers face. Her deep blue eyes were already on you, the look in them smouldering and the pupils blown. Her kiss-swollen lips were a sweet pink that had them resembling a piece of ripe fruit, just begging to be bitten into and enjoyed. Eivor’s high, regal cheekbones were dusted with sweat so fine it might have well had been glitter.

She thrusted into you deeply, the grip she had on your ankles tightening in time as she pulled you towards her using them. You saw the defined muscles of her arms flex and tighten under her skin. Eivor thrusted again, this time harder, and the way she was using you made black spots swarm your already dimmed vision.

You turned your head away from your lover and rested your forehead on the bedpost in between your hands as she started pounding into you viciously again. Only this time she was forcing your body onto the fake cock too, making the experience one of true, pure ecstasy.

Your fifth orgasm of the night creeped up on you, the feeling skittering down your spine and resting low in your belly. You did not want faster, or harder. This was perfect.

“Yes Eivor, please.” Your begging was almost incoherent, buried beneath a whiny pitch and breathy tone.

“What was that, sweetheart?” The pet name she gave you was so sweet compared to the way she was slamming into you. It had tears forming in your tired eyes. “You wanna cum?” She asked, voice deep and clear despite the exercise she was presenting her body with. She should’ve been just as out of breath as you were. Of course she wasn’t.

You nodded, forehead lifting off of the cold bedpost just to do so, before dropping down again.

All movement stopped, making the slowly winding coil in your tummy go lax. You sobbed. A hand came up and gripped your hair by your roots roughly, pulling your head up. “What did you say baby?” Eivor said, her hand travelling down from your hair to your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Yes please, let me cum.” Your voice was weak and tears travelled down your warm cheeks.

Eivor’s low chuckle was felt deep in your bones, and you could perfectly imagine the cunning little smirk that no doubt graced her gorgeous mouth that paired it. “As you wish.” Was all she said before her hand left your throat, letting your head drop back down to its previous position. You felt warm hands on your ankles again and Eivor resumed her heady, fast paced rhythm.

That coil tightened again after no time and your pussy contracted and buzzed around Eivor’s strap.

She started groaning, sensing a slight more difficulty in pulling out with how tight you were gripping her. Her noises only spurred you on, as now your low wails could be heard throughout the room.

Soon enough, your muscles tensed and that feeling in your tummy that had twisted itself so tightly, finally snapped. Your limbs tingled with your climax and Eivor’s gentle praises could barely be heard over your mewls. Your hands gripped the headboard so tightly, almost as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

Eivor fucked you through the climax expertly, and had you whimpering when she bit down harshly on your shoulder while doing it. Eventually her hips slowed down, and her grip on your ankles loosened. You also calmed down, even more so when Eivor pulled out of you gently, making you feel almost empty. She made quick work of removing the strap, and got up to swiftly deposit it in the bathroom for cleaning later.

For now, though, she would clean you up with a warm, wet cloth softly, murmuring warm praises into your ears with her deep voice as she wrapped you up in blankets, urging you to sleep.

“Sleep now, dove. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Your eyes closed almost immediately, sleep tugging at your spent body.

[insertlatestfictionalcrushhere]

Look, I'm not telling you what to do but...

Tip: If you have trouble taking medicines, particularly liquid (though I can see how this would work with pills), imagine that your *Fictional Crush* is making you take the medicine...

Example:

Y/n: I really don't wanna take this...

Crush/Name: You need to, it'll make you feel better. C'mon.

Y/n: But it tastes nasty :(

C/N: *shrugs* I think you've swallowed worse.

Y/n: *squints eyes at them*....Yea but I like swallowing that...

C/N: *smiles suggestively* Then....imagine you're drinking that

Y/n: *pauses momentarily before drinking the medicine in one gulp, maintaining eye contact the entire time*

I hope this gets the idea across. It's been tested by me with Miguel O'Hara and it worked like a fuckin charm.

Bon Apetitties ;) <3

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1180

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk

During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.

As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.

While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”

The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”

Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it. You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.

With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”

“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed. Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.

Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.

A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."

At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.

While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"

As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same. 

You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.

As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.

By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.

"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.

"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.

Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.

Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.

Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"

“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.

With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.

[kassandras-one-braincell]

AC Ladies and Lingerie

Lingerie is pretty. It’s fun. Funky fresh super cool. To appreciate or to wear, it is loved by all us sapphics. So what kinds of lingerie are the ladies especially fond of?

Minors, men and ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked upon interaction.

Is this a coherent type-up of exceptionally incoherent 2am sleep-deprivation-fuelled bullet points? Of course, that’s my designated thinking hour.

In short, you will never end the night in said lingerie. But you didn’t click on the cut for that.

Kassandra is impatient. She wants as few inhibitors in the way of her mouth and hands on your body as possible, so if the lingerie has one too many straps, she'd have difficulties resisting ripping it off. But she also likes a challenge, so her lover wearing something transparent - maybe a thin mesh bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, maybe some embroidery - will render her positively ravenous. It’s a teasing sight, so it’s only fair she gets to lave her tongue over your nipple through the mesh to watch you twitch, right? Oh, and stockings. Stockings that ever so slightly squeeze on the upper thigh, digging into the plush flesh just so giving her something to sink her teeth into. Anything that allows her to worship her lover through the fabric, so she gets to marvel in the sight of you all scantily clad in something pretty while she has her fun.

Eivor likes the way things feel under her fingertips. So she'd definitely be more partial to silk/satin or lace, purely for that kinaesthesia. If there's a metal ringlet or buckle thrown in there, even more for her to toy with while ghosting her lips over her lover's neck. Of all the ladies, she'd be the most favourable towards cutesy lingerie, with bows and polka dots and pretty pastels - all the more textures for her to indulge in, and those innocent-appearing decals poetically juxtapose the devilish things she’s about to do to you. Seraphic colours are fitting for her corruptible angel, after all. And there's something indescribably hot to her about the way satin darkens as it gets wet, letting her see the exact path of her mouth over your body, and more tantalisingly, the aftermath of your anticipation between your legs.

Soma has a taste for elegance. Delicate fabrics, intricate lacings of ribbons, embroidery, perhaps some carefully crafted body jewellery that feels wonderfully cool under her fingertips against your pyretic skin. Anything that looks like it would unravel under so much as her breath against your skin, willing her to treat you softly, even if she intends to take you savagely. Shibari lingerie constructed from the softest ropes would test her sanity, especially if she was the one to tie them around you. She wants you to feel like a luxury that nobody else in the world could afford, because you deserve nothing but the finest. And you spent precious time getting all dolled up for her; there's no haste in peeling the garments from your frame. How could there be? It has to be comfortable enough to lay in while she takes her time drawing whimpers from you as she delves into the sweetness of your flesh.

[greenaway-torres]

The way I act up on purpose so that they can put me in my place, which is on my knees in front of them. I want to be teased and broken down and brat tamed. They’ll kiss me through my whimpers just to make me more of an incoherent mess . They don’t care how ridiculous I sound, it only makes them want to keep going.

“Stop running, princess. This is what you wanted right? You can take it. Don’t keep crying like that. You know it only turns me on more.”

[pixievi]

THE FRUITS OF HER LABOUR.

𓆩 summary ° ｡ eivor assists in securing your throne and your gratitude lies deeper than a mere alliance

𓆩 warnings ° ｡ queen! reader, throne sex, cunnilingus (r! receiving), fingering (r! recieving), degradation, praise, power play (eivor getting off on fucking a queen while simultaneously teasing them for letting her) usage of good girl, whore, lamb, eivor and reader having big phat crushes on each other

𓆩 wc ° ｡ 2,9k

𓆩 disclaimer ° ｡ this is a work of kink fantasy/fiction. within the world of kink and bdsm, consent is of upmost priority (also in general). even if the consent is not explicitly stated in the work, know and be assured that it is always given beforehand between all participants.

minors, men and ageless blogs dni. you are responsible for the content you read.

“are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. she wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. it sounded like the whole town was in there. you were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new queen. that was until eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. she strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. she was used to seeing you in noble wear. thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated your status. now, you donned a light nightdress with a shawl wrapped around your arms. you looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“no”, you smiled at her softly. “i would much rather be in my bed”

it had been 3 long months and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. to put it lightly. but having eivor by your side made it all bearable. you were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. without her, victory would not have been possible. she stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. mischief swirling in her eyes.

“perhaps i could keep you company then?”

brazen, she was. your cheeks warmed. damned woman. you wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

“would you not be missed by your men in your celebrations?”

eivor shrugged. “we’ve celebrated enough victories together, i doubt missing one with them would be tragic”

“are you sure? celebrating with me is hardly any better, i’m only reading these”, you chuckled, waving the letters.

“it would be, i want to speak with you”, she said, with a hint of softness. you fought down a grin.

“you don’t have to worry, our alliance is secured. ravensthorpe now has a powerful ally”

“i trust that it is. but that’s not why i wanted to speak with you”

eivor’s gaze was suddenly intense. you adjusted, sitting straighter in your throne. “oh, is everything all right eivor?”

she said nothing and stepped up towards you. your eyes followed her until she was looking down at your form. it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest in anticipation. she beckoned you to stand, with a feathery soft ‘come here’. you took her warm and calloused hands and they held you gently as you stood with her. your gaze shifted everywhere, : to the furs on her shoulders, her thumb caressing your knuckles, the weathered weapons belt that hung around her hips and accidentally, her lips. for far too long, you realised. cheeks warming even more.

eivor chuckled, and cradled your warm cheeks. tilting your head, making you look at her. though her rough hands were scarred and capable of cutting down men larger than her, she held your face tenderly. you've never felt more safe. as always, when eivor was around you. you melted into her affections. she hummed in approval as you softened and relaxed. your name left her lips warmly, making you look away from the scar on her cheek. interrupting thoughts of desiring to trace it.

and when she spoke, you could not believe your ears. surely, this was a dream?? you’re about to wake up and be left with an empty feeling in your chest that walked with longing alongside you for the rest of the day. you’ve had this dream before. eivor wanted you. her thumbs soothing your cheeks as she spoke is what made you realise that yes, this was actually real. because your dreams never got her touch right.

“…and as soon as your eyes met mine, the first time we met, i was yours. and i never want to not be”, eivor finished earnestly, her own heart beating frantically in anticipation of your reaction. she searched your dazed eyes for any sort of unspoken answer, worried you didn’t feel the same, and that she made a fool of herself. the longer you took to answer, the more her hands loosened her grip on you. threatening to pull away completely. really, you were just in shock and struggling to form words. losing her warm touch and the dejected look in her eyes as she fully pulled away is what made you snap out of it.

words were failing you, and there’s no doubt in your mind anymore of eivor’s feelings so…you did what you always wanted to do. you gripped her face instead and smashed your lips to hers. a surprised noise escaped her. you smiled against her lips and chuckled. eivor wasted no time. with her heart soaring she pulled you in again. trapping your mouth with hers and deepening the kiss with a groan. it was messy and desperate. it was like eivor wanted to devour you. spit started to coat both of your lips, some reaching your chin. but you didn’t care, if you didn’t have to stop to breathe, you would’ve gone the whole night tasting her. you both breathed heavily, catching your breaths.

eivor’s eyes were fixed on your heaving chest. she almost forgot she was supposed to be breathing as she focused on the sight of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. how they pressed against it each time you inhaled. her arms snaked around your waist, bringing you even closer to her. pressing your body to her own. she couldn’t help herself. she placed open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and revelled in the sweet noises you gave her.

it was all too much, her hot mouth on you, her hands gliding across your body and squeezing your flesh almost roughly. possesively. it was all going straight to your core, making you ache. your hips had a mind of their own. desperate for any sort of attention, you grinded against her. hoping she'll do something about it.

eivor smiled against your neck. she'd never seen you like this before. so desperate and mindless. she wanted to never forget it. and drag it out. she ignored your pleas, with a bit of difficulty and continued making her mark on your neck. by this point, your neck was decorated. they wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. and eivor loved that.

you were growing frustrated. and even more wet. you pulled her head away from your neck suddenly and she made a noise of protest, but you shushed her.

"i don't think i properly rewarded you, did i?", you asked, gripping eivor’s chin. her eyes were clouded, and you could easily imagine the thoughts swimming in her mind. eivor shook her head.

you sat back down on your throne. "well, come get it then"

the second you spread your legs, eivor was already on her knees. pushing your legs up, holding them by the backs of your thighs and shoving her face into your dripping pussy. you gasped in relief. finally, finally after so long of wanting her, you had her. and she had you. eivor groaned into your folds as she lapped up your wetness and dipped her warm tongue teasingly into your aching entrance. making you arch into her with a whine.

eivor couldn't believe it. she always imagined what it would be like to fuck you. the sounds you'd make, the pretty expressions she'd pull from you, how you'd taste. but in recent weeks, she was daydreaming about a whole lot more than just that. every time you'd smile at her made eivor think of how lovely it would be to have you at home waiting for her, ready to give her that smile that was always just for her, when she came back to you. it would make her a lot less reckless in her endeavours. it didn't take long for eivor to figure out her passionate feelings for you.

her hand trailed up your stomach and pulled down the front of your dress, revealing your tits to her. she grabbed one and kneaded it as she feasted on you. her black eye paint was still striking on her, even after having it on all day. it lasted proudly through the harsh rain that lashed the battlefield and eivor's sweat. now it smeared slightly on the sensitive skin of your thighs. you always loved when she wore it. feeling your heated gaze on her, eivor met your eyes from beneath your damp curls and winked. bitch. you cursed between whimpers as she added more fuel to the fire in your veins.

eivor was purposefully avoiding your clit, as she wanted to play with you for as long as she could. the wet sounds she was making between your thighs were obscene, and they were extra loud because of the echo. eivor shoved her tongue deeper within you, and tongue fucked you. you whined and gripped her hair, pulling her in closer. desperate for more. her nose bumped against your aching clit while you shifted and you gasped, and made an effort to tighten your thighs around her head. but she still had your legs in an iron grip. your knees were pressed up to your chest and you couldn't move much. you were completely at eivors mercy.

you could feel eivor smile at your struggle, it only spurred her on even more. she quickened her pace as you grew wetter around her. it dripped onto the throne beneath you, helped by eivor’s spit. abruptly, her tongue left you and you whipped your head back to her to protest. but your curses got caught in your throat and what escaped were moans of surprise and relief. eivor sucked greedily, her lips finally wrapped around your clit. it was heaven. you arched into the feeling, babbling a series of 'yes yes yes!'

eivors need for you only grew as your taste coated her tongue and your pretty sounds filled her ears. it was getting uncomfortable at this point, but she will wait. she wanted to see her noble queen fall apart. a thick finger tentatively prodded at your entrance, teasing it, beckoning you to give your permission to be destroyed. you nodded eagerly, already clenching around nothing at the thought. eivor gave one last intense suck before removing her mouth from you, making you shiver. 

"i need to hear it, princess", she smirked up at you. half of her face was glistening in the firelight with your mess. she kept her mouth close to your pussy as she spoke lowly, the vibrations making you shiver again. 

"please eivor", you whined, scooting closer to her.

eivor nipped at your soft skin and you gasped in surprise. she soothed the sting with a feathery kiss. she spoke against your burning flesh. "please what, lamb?"

she wanted you to spill filth. that much is clear. a hungry and dark glint in her eyes urged you to beg and use your pretty mouth to utter lewdness.  heat rose to your cheeks.

"eivor please i-i need it"

she feigned disappointment. "need what?"

she constantly teased your hole as she spoke, and while she waited for you to speak. teasing you like this, was really doing something to her. she half hoped you dragged it out. but the other half, was growing needier and needier. her underwear was ruined by now. you swallowed. eivor found herself distracted by your heaving chest again in the warm light. 

"n-need you to fuck my pussy p-please", you begged and arched towards her. "take what's y-yours" 

take what's yours. a bolt of pleasure and want erupted in eivors belly and she groaned. shit. she shoved her face into your heat again and furiously resumed her onslaught on your clit. you moaned, throwing your head back. she rewarded you with a finger, slowly spreading your velvet walls. she started off at a languid pace to get you used to her. which was sweet and all, but you needed more. 

"a-another" 

eivor chuckled around your pulsing clit at your orders and you gripped her head, pulling her in even more. 

"little lamb wants another", eivor muttered to herself smugly. fuck you loved the names she'd always give you. even more so when she was knuckle deep in your cunt. two more fingers joined the first, stretching you out deliciously.

"f-f-fuck", you groaned. you'd never been this full before. eivor had her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling, watching you suck her in greedily. she stood and leaned over your desperate form. your lips crashed into hers and she swallowed your moan after she curled her fingers in you. 

"how does that feel, your majesty?", she whispered against your lips, holding your gaze intensely. you clenched around her thick fingers again at the title. 

"really r-really good"

"oh yeah?", she deepened her lazy thrusts. 

"y-yes!"

"any more royal requests, my lady?"

you met her wanton stare. "faster wolfkissed" 

it was instant. her gentle strokes were replaced by rough, animalistic thrusts that pounded your aching pussy relentlessly. eivor grunted into your sweaty neck with the effort. relishing in your delicate whimpers and the way your breath hitched every time her calloused fingers hit that spot. once she found it, she abused it. 

you fisted the furs on her shoulder for dear life while eivor kissed and bit the sensitive skin of your shoulder. intent on marking that side too. after tonight, she wanted no doubt in anyone's mind that you were hers. all hers. especially to your future royal suitors. it wouldn't take long for news of a young, unmarried queen to make its rounds across other kingdoms. oh, she couldn't wait to see their faces when she would treat you like her wife right in front of them. one day, that will be true. 

eivor was satisfied by the state of your neck and moved further down your chest while you continued to squeeze her sopping fingers. your juices had pooled under you on the throne and some dripped down eivor's wrist, which flew off onto the floor at her rough plowing. she latched on to your nipple and twirled and sucked around your peak. you hummed in bliss and pushed her head further into you. the coil in you was starting to tighten more and more, it wouldn't be long before you spilled all over your drengr's fingers. 

your stomach tensed and relaxed with eivors thrusts, and your legs started doing the same. you wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders, holding her tight as you gasped into her neck. adorable, eivor thought as she trailed her free hand beneath your nightdress and brushed her thumb affectionately against the skin of your hip. just like she had done with your cheeks earlier. 

"e-eivor"

"mmm?", she answered, still toying with your breast. 

"i'm close"

eivor wetly removed her mouth from your nipple and rested her forehead against yours. she kept up her pace, wanting to rip it out of you. all over your throne. "really, your majesty? right here?" 

squelching echoed back to you from the corners of the throne room and you clenched at eivor’s teasing. "right here on your throne? right where you'll sit addressing nobles, your people? where a viking made their queen cum?" 

you cursed, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and renewed arousal. you shouldn't like that idea as much as you did. some locals and those outside your kingdom would have your head for having relations with a raider. you creamed a white ring around the knuckles of your raider as she continued to finger fuck you, hell bent on making her teasing come true. 

"y-yes!"

"how filthy of you, your majesty", eivor smirked, loving every single bit of this. "wonder what they'd think of their queen being such a whore"

"just y-yours"

"that's right lamb, all mine", she emphasised with a particularly deep thrust that made you keen against her. and she kept doing it. words left you as she focused on that one spot within your soaked walls. her fingers laying claim to it. 

"come on sweet thing, give it to me"

and like the good girl you are, you did. you gasped as bliss crashed your senses, your legs tensed and jerked as eivor fucked you through it. she watched in awe as deep pleasure took you, having you make the cutest face. she slowed her thrusts and shushed you, bringing you down gently. kissing all over your warm face. murmuring praise. not that you heard much, it was like your ears had been stuffed. so you only caught snippets of her affections.

"...so good for me"

"beautiful"

she carefully took her coated fingers out of you. you pouted at the empty feeling and eivor only chuckled down at you, before thoroughly and obnoxiously cleaning them off with her tongue. you rolled eyes half heartedly at her teasing display. eivor smiled mischievously and caught your lips in a passionate kiss that threatened to take your breath away. her strong arms snaked under you and picked you up, holding you tightly so you didn't slide down. 

"come, time for bed lamb"

you couldn't argue with that. 

[ghostofouryouth]

Your AC Valhalla piece was wonderful!

I loved that you chose Tarben! I felt like they had so much chemistry in game 🥹 I also loved your decision for Eivor to be the one who’s cared after and more “bottomish” instead of Tarben because I think a lot people would have written it the other way around and it was cool to see him being cared for and “softer” for once 💕

It was beautifully written and it flowed well, it was a wonderful piece especially since you said it was your first smut. I think it was executed well and you did a brilliant job ☺️ Your art and your writing skills make you a very talented individual indeed ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for sharing it

OMG thank you so much for such kind words!!! ❤️

About making Eivor the bottom here, i just feel like the guy needs a freaking break, you know! The whole game is just go, go, go!

WHO takes care of Eivor? Well Tarben, quite clearly 😏

Thank you so much for reading ❤️🙈

edit: god i had a skim through that, and let me tell you TWO years of writing improves your skills, hu.

Once i've stoped cringing i might re-write that to what i'd NOW consider passable 💀

Still, thank you, for reading and for being nice ❤️

[berryshiara]

For the Love of Chapter 56 Growing Pains F!Eivor x Randvi AC Valhalla

This story is a pure delight for me to write. It is self indulgent, and filled with sexy, smutty fun. Soft moments, and gentle moments. It is filled with painful realities and what I hope is a great modern-ish day story of love and growth. No matter how old you are. Randvi is a Book store owner who lives in Calgary. A Book-lesbian. So she is called. An ancient tormented soul drawn along lifes current path despite her wishes to just be left in a quieter timeline... that is until she meets

Eivor is an American who transplanted to Calgary. She is a very gifted doctor that specializes in children's reconstructive surgery, she is also a Vet from the Gulf War and is struggling to maintain work/life balance that permits her to do what she loves despite her PTSD.

Helping people. In this chapter we see some of her struggles with that work/life balance, and how they make her feel. And how they make her partner feel. Enjoy~ Art done by the gifted @pastelideas

[sapphic-woes]

Eivor x Fem!Reader - Destined

A/N: So, you're a seer that has a vision of Eivor freeing you from your terrible circumstances, however, you quickly find out she'd not just your savior.

Word Count: 5k. AO3 link

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You saw her as death amongst the flames, eyes a piercing blue with axes soaked in crimson. She raised one to you, droplets falling over the mangled body of your king. A violent smile made your body shiver. She mouthed the words your king always spoke over and over to you, but from her lips, you finally felt it was true.

“From this moment forward…you shall be mine.” 

You abruptly woke with a sharp gasp, soaked in sweat. You lay there, heaving greatly for a time before you eventually smiled, cheeks flush with fervent joy. Finally, long had you waited to end this torment, and now the future was clear to you. All you had to do now was wait…and soon, your savior would come.

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When she appeared it was a week later, and she came seeking something you didn’t want her to have.

“Y/N!” You had been sitting in your room when your king called for you. You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to come out and meet whoever it was. Sometimes, the burden to see was too much, and you wished it all to be gone. However, at the second cry of your name you rose, quickly moving before his voice grew angry.

Her icy gaze fell onto your face, and despite not looking back at her, you could hardly breathe. 

In your vision, her stature was that of power. Now, while you didn't look near her face, you saw it was true. You could tell that beneath her thick clothes, her body was war-torn and trained for battle. You sensed she was the kind of person whose only concern was to best herself, though you wished to see her face in real life and confirm it. However, you restrained yourself. That would come in time. For now, you simply drank in her mesmerizing aura, detecting a kind of contained curiosity laced in it. The kind of self control your king did not possess.

“She is a thing of beauty isn’t she?” You held your tongue, merely coming to stand at his side behind his throne. You held in the urge to vomit as you delicately placed your hand over his shoulder, eyes downcast.

“I am blessed with two queens,” the smugness in his voice was so thick it practically dripped off every syllable, "and she is my shadow. She sees all, and if you wish to prove your worth to me, Dane, she must first see you." He tilted his head to look at you, but you did not look at him. You didn't wish to see him anymore than you currently did.

"You know what I require of you, don't you?" You did, and for once you were happy to oblige.

The steps you took towards the Dane were heavy. You did not know what more you would see that hadn't already been revealed to you. She herself stood stiff, cautious as you approached her. You saw her hands flex by her sides, no doubt twitching for her ax. A reflex. Her weapons give her comfort. Certainly, she was a warrior.

Eyes still downcast, you paused just a foot before her. She was taller than you, smelling of the forest and a kindling fire. You breathed the scent in. You slowly exhaled out. No matter how many times you did it, your own powers were too much for you to bear at times. 

Finally, you were ready.

You looked up into the sapphire pools of her eyes. There was a jolt of electricity between you two, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her nicked skin and hardened gaze only made her beauty sharp. The scarred flesh at her neck was intriguing. Her eyebrows furrowed, face blatant with her emotions. The air was thick with tension, but it was sweet, and your eyes fluttered as you softly spoke.

"Who are you…" you asked not to her but to her soul, studying her gaze, "and what will you do for the king?" 

There is a war in her. How odd. You sensed her soul was hers, yet also not her own. The Dane softly scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"I am Eivor the wolf-kissed, and I am here to fight for your king…" Her confident drawl did not go unnoticed by you. It complemented the gravelly depth of her voice, "if he honors his word." 

That is true, but it is not. She is also a king, but she is not. There were two truths to this Eivor and no lies. The impossibility of her puzzled you greatly. You stepped closer and really looked, attempting to shed her physical guise and sink your hands into the future of her soul. 

This close, you both shared the same breath, and the heat of her body was addicting. Her eyes searched over your own in intoxicated confusion. There was burning in her eyes you knew all too well, though never on another woman before. Eivor found your mystery alluring, but you did not know why. Nor did it really matter. With little more thought on the matter, you ignored the hunger in her stare. 

Focused, you reached up, fingers hovering just above her temple. There is another. A soul much older. Much more powerful…is she aware–

The tip of your fingers grazed her skin, and suddenly she was pulling you into a hot, branding kiss.

Her hands were greedy, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you still as her lips captured yours. She wanted you, and that desire was ravenous–making her grasp at your hips and thighs, kneading your breasts under her rough palms. She chuckled at your weak, needy sounds, breath hot against your ear as she teased you.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," she playfully mocked as she kissed your bare shoulder, hands cruelly dancing around the wetness between your thighs. 

"How do you want me to take you?"

You pulled away so sharply, she could have been made of fire. What was that? Eivor had closed her eyes, keeling into your touch. Now her eyes snapped open as if coming out of a trace, her fiery gaze more alive than ever. This time, it made your own skin tingle and heart stutter, and hastily you stepped back.

"She…” you paused to hold in a stutter, feeling incredibly small under the weight of her stare, “she is the one." 

With that you swallowed, setting your eyes down once again. You turned away to walk back up to your king, finding him looking gleeful that Eivor could be used. He nodded to dismiss you, and you offered the Dane one last glance, breath hitching in your throat when you realized she hadn't stopped looking at you in the first place. Your king noticed as well.

"Perhaps I will offer you my queen as a reward along with this alliance, should you succeed." Eivor visibly perked up at that. Your king dramatically paused before he sneered, "my actual queen of course." As usual, he is cruel to her. 

You knew the real queen was a beauty simply aged, and a kind soul. She didn't deserve to be the butt of his joke. Now the queen offered a strained smile as the entire hall erupted into goading laughter at her expense. Eivor locked her jaw, clearly frustrated with your king's behavior. You wished you could stay longer, but to stay would cause suspicion, and besides…

You needed darkness.

You saw that she would succeed, and the lies your king spewed to her would fuel her with rage. Rather than fight the Danes he lied had done him wrong, she would join them. The massacre of the soldiers felt so real that you could smell the blood of them in the darkness of your room. You could feel the heat of the fires scorching your skin, the screams of the village filling your ears. Even if you tried to escape, destiny dictated that she’d catch you on her horse as you fled, or pull you out of this burning hall should you refuse to leave. If you hid, she would find you any place you chose, and if you tried to fight her, she would simply laugh and hold you close–

No matter how you saw it, she was the one. She alone would bring you out of this imprisonment, and through this experience, you would be bonded to her…but what had that other vision been?

In the pitch darkness of your room, you shivered. She had held you in both a commanding, yet gentle way. Greed in the form of devotion. Your skin warmed, and you softly sighed, replaying the vision back in your head. The tempting pull of her voice and her coarse hands, the way her lips felt pressed over yours–you felt your core tingle with need, and you blushed, shaking your head. There wasn’t much time left, and you needed to prepare. Quickly you gathered your things before slipping out of your room and over to the queen’s. She was waiting for you, as she always did.

“Y/N! You said she was the one, did you mean–” You nodded, eyes on your feet as you heard her let out a sigh of relief. Her voice bubbled with excitement, “Then we’ll be free? What must we do? Do we simply wait?” You shook your head, stepping towards her. By your demeanor, she immediately knew what you intended to do, body stilling with anticipation.

“My queen, may I…?” You still asked despite doing this several times already. She nodded, and with a deep breath you looked up into the queen’s eyes. Her brown eyes widened, even now she did not know where to look when you did this. You saw the paths she should take, and the ones that would cost her to lose her life, eventually speaking.

“...You mustn't try to save Erin. Her fate is already sealed, and you will die if you try.” You muttered softly as you eyed her. “The Dane Eivor brings back with her is cruel, and if he does not kill you then, it will be later…when you are broken, and no longer of use to him.” At your words the queen sucked in a terrified breath, holding back tears.

“There’s nothing we can do to save her?” You shook your head, and a few tears slipped down her face. “A-alright. Then what of you? When should we leave together–” Again, you shook her head, and her eyes instantly filled with more tears. Before she ended up bawling her eyes out, you quickly carried on.

“I will not die, promise. I have simply begun a new path, one bound to the one they call wolf-kissed.” At the queen’s horror, you smiled softly. 

“Do not despair. She will not harm me. Now come–we must be ready when it begins.”

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You could hardly see through the smoke and soot, avoiding the villagers running by. You walked a path opposite theirs, with the edge of your dress and boots soaking in a mixture of mud and blood. The fire raged on like in your dreams, bright and radiant against the night sky. You did not fear the Danes you passed by–none of them even seemed to notice your purposeful steps, and the ones that did simply watched you in confusion.

When you finally saw her, she had already brought your king to his knees.

“You lied to me.” Eivor’s jagged voice made your spine quiver. Blood was splattered across her cheeks and clothes. She grabbed hold of your king’s hair, jerking his neck back to expose it to her bloody ax.

“You gave me your word.”  Clearly, liars were a pet peeve to her. You watched your king as he babbled, finally reminded of what he was without his precious crown and silver.

Nothing but a measly, creepy old man.

“I–I am sorry! Take everything. The silver, the land–” He glanced around, spotting you. Hope lit into his eyes, though as you looked into his, you knew his fate was sealed. “T-take her! Take the queen, you want her too, don’t you? Have her however you please!” 

Eivor looked up at you. Her gaze stripped you bare. For a moment you wondered if she had the same power as you. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted into an amused smile. Her next words were like snakes coiling in the pit of your stomach, sickly alluring. At a time like this, with death and destruction surrounding you, she should not have looked as beautiful as she was to you. 

“How can you offer me what I already have?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage from the arrogance of her words. Your eyes widened as she gripped your king tighter, raising her ax. He let out one more yell before she brought it down, and you couldn’t help but flinch as his voice abruptly cut off. His body dropped at her feet, but she already shifted her attention back to you.

Finally, the time has come. She lifted her ax, bloody as it was, pointing it towards you. Her scratchy voice, though exhausted from battle, still commanded you as a king would. A king like none you had ever served before.

"You heard your dead king. You're a part of the Raven Clan now–and I am the jarlskona you now serve."

The hour of my freedom.

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“I have a question.” Her chest rumbled against your back as you rode, breath ticklish by your ear. After you’d obeyed her words, she’d pulled you close, whistling for her horse before lifting you up onto it. She’d swung herself up behind you, thick arms trapping you between them as she held the reins. “Why did you not flee as the other queen did? Or were you waiting for us?”

Your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. Now that you were free, you didn’t have a clue of what to do next. Frankly, you hadn’t thought this far ahead, nor had you seen what your future entailed. Who was this Eivor exactly, and what would she do with you? She is a Dane…so she is from far away? Will we travel across the sea? You had lived in the halls of your Briton king for so long, you didn’t know much else about the kingdoms around you, let alone about Danes.

“I was.” You paused before mustering up the courage to continue, “...I waited for you.” It didn’t help calm your nerves that this was the first time your new ruler had spoken since you had begun riding either. Though, her eyes had ravaged you many times over. However, the rest of her men didn’t bat an eye at your presence. Eivor hummed, thinking before she spoke again.

“You saw this would happen,” at your nod she questioned you, “yet you did not stop it?” She gathered the reins into her right hand in order to use her left, rough fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. You let them guide you while you kept your gaze down, focused on her lips as they curled.

“Why allow this to happen?” You knew what would come from a lie, and you had no desire to hide from her. Not when you could easily see all of her secrets as well.

“I was married to a man I did not choose. So was the queen, and he was not kind to either of us. I foresaw a different path for us through you and decided to take it…must there be a reason more?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“No, but you could have ran. My men say you helped the queen get on a horse and flee…and then you walked through the remnants of your burning village, as though a spirit possessed, until you found me.” Her curiosity is so child-like. Demanding answers for things she will never understand. You let out a soft exhale, and she hung onto it. You were uncertain, with her hand gingerly holding your chin, what you would see if you met her gaze. However, you knew she would not rest until you gave her an answer.

When you cast your eyes up into her own, you experienced a sweetness you never had before.

“Eivor Varinsdottir of the Raven Clan, your destiny and mine are intertwined...” She tangled her fingers between your own, pushing you gently down onto the soft furs of her bed. Her laughter was like nectar to your ears, her smile the radiant sun. Eivor called you hers as her lips trailed down the middle of your chest, the Dane’s hair unwoven and tickling your skin. 

Eivor stared down at you with a confused, grim expression. You couldn’t bear to see any longer, looking away with a weak voice as you tried to keep heat from coloring your cheeks

“There was no escaping you. Even if I tried, our paths are connected. You would have found me.” Her silence brought you neither comfort nor discomfort. When she spoke one final time, you couldn't tell what was on her mind, powers or not.

“What do you see when you look at me?” Ah. How were you to speak of it, when the mere memory scorched you alone? You inhaled, fingers curling to grip a handful of your dress.

“A life I do not understand, but it is…lovely, and fulfilling. So I will try to. Until the day I do.”

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That day did not take long to come.

“I have seen too much,” you whispered. You lay beside Eivor in her bed of furs, staying with her while they built you a home in Ravensthorpe. It had been a little less than a month since you’d come to stay, and you loved every second of it.

The people were kind, and they respected your gift. They did not demand you see into their future, but rather politely asked with hefty  payments, treating your power as though it was…valuable, and not something they were entitled to have. You had never felt so respected, shocked the first time someone asked you to the point of tears. Back then you’d in turn surprised everyone around you, especially Eivor, as you usually had a very stoic demeanor.

When Eivor first introduced you to her room, you tried to act as if it was completely new to you. However, by then you had experienced enough visions to know her room like the back of your hand. Eventually, she noticed that you already knew where everything was, and at her question you simply responded that you had already seen it, leading to this conversation.

“Yet I feel as if I know nothing at all.” Eivor turned her head to look at you. You both lay facing the ceiling, nothing but the soft wind and buzzing insects filling the settlement’s night air.

“What do you mean?” Softly, you sighed.

“I have served many rulers since I was a child. Each wanted to hide me away and keep my ability for themselves. Then we would be conquered, or I would be bartered away, and the next ruler would do the same.” You bit your bottom lip when you realized you might have been saying too much. However, Eivor reached out, thumb brushing over your cheek. It took everything in you not to look at her, instead sucking in a breath as she spoke.

“It’s okay to go on. I’m listening.” Such simple words. However, they were enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut as if they’d pained you. You nodded, continuing on.

“It’s mine, and yet…I have never used this power because I wanted to. I have never been allowed to see just for me.” Eivor was quiet, thumb rubbing the same spot on your cheek over and over. Finally, she murmured.

“What would you want to see?” What indeed? What would you want to know better than yourself? You thought for a moment, and then with a shaky inhale, you became acutely aware of how Eivor was looking at you.

As though if she had your sight, she’d use every ounce of her power just to understand you.

“I would want to see,” you whispered just loud enough for her to hear. She was touching you, and yet you looked up into her eyes regardless. Her eyes flashed in alarm, knowing what it meant to look you in the eyes now. However, you saw no vision this time, only faced with the endless storm of her eyes.

“The depth of this desire you have for me. Show me, Eivor…” You reached out to trace her temple just as you did that day, now focused on watching her gaze darken and cheeks tint a tasteful red. The effect you had on her was intoxicating, spurring you on to the point of no return.

“Just how much you’ve wanted me.”

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It was all too familiar, yet enticingly foreign to you.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Eivor murmured, voice gruff as she guided you to the bed. Changed, she already was handling you as if you were a delicacy, lips caressing the back of your hand. “For I have only desired to see your eyes fill with pleasure while focused on me.” 

Her bluntness made your cheeks burn. She wanted you to have the reins of a situation where she would become so vulnerable? You didn’t think you were qualified, yet you tentatively nodded, sitting down on the bed with her. 

Eivor knew she could easily push you down and bring pleasure to you regardless. From the sounds of it, even now she figured she would have to guide you to some extent, unsure if you knew what you wanted at all. However, after hearing about your past, and thinking about how she acquired you…

As you both sat on the bed and you frantically raked your brain over what to do, Eivor was mentally beating herself up. So far, she had acted no better than the rulers before her. She had killed your king, claimed you were hers, and then whisked you away after burning down your entire village. Sure–you had foreseen it all, and gladly let it happen–but regardless, your morally guided jarlskona felt horrible. Now, she was determined to make sure you felt as in control and safe as possible.

Glass, like glass. I will treat her as delicately as–Eivor snapped out of her thoughts as your eyes fixed onto her own. She was always keen on noticing when they did. Now they fluttered nervously up at her, and it was adorable. Rarely you expressed your emotions clearly like this, and Eivor savored it. Your trembling lips and flushed cheeks made her struggle just to stay still, letting you hesitantly lean in to whisper. 

“Then um, could you…kiss me, Eivor? Please?” Certainly, she could. 

You felt ridiculous to ask, but when you finally did you were met with a near immediate response. Her eyes twinkled, and she softly smiled, reaching out to cup your cheek within the palm of her hand.

"I can. Shut your eyes for me, love…" Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you complied. Eivor took her time to taste you, first gingerly pressing her lips against yours before parting them. She relished in every tiny noise you emitted, loving how you melted under her will. Her tranquil movements soothed you, letting you fall into her rhythm and she slowly fueled your arousal. She hummed against your lips as you grew confident enough to match her increasing passion, hands moving to gently hold fistfuls of your hair.

"Breathe through your nose," was her brief advice as she drew back, watching you gasp for air and heave with satisfaction. More forcefully than before, her lips captured yours once again. Steadily, she unraveled your nerves until you were filled with an urgent need. Her calm movements that had been perfect before suddenly weren't enough, and you were rendered desperate for more.

“Kiss me again Eivor, please...” Your pleading whisper was met with a soft chuckle before you drank from the sweetness of her lips. The greed you'd experienced before was here, though you wondered which one of you was plagued with it more. You wanted her lips to mark every bit of your skin, moaning as she moved to plant them down your neck and over your chest. Her hands intertwined with your own, pushing you back gently against the bed. She hovered over you as if to shield you from the rest of the world, blonde locks falling free from her braids like a curtain of sunlight above you. 

“What else?” The teasing voice was the same, but it set a fire in the pit of your stomach more than any vision could. Eivor riddled your body with kisses as she waited for you to speak, sucking on your breasts to coax out a pretty moan.

“T-there. I need–Eivor–” You spoke the words once she got near your aching core. However, the vagueness of your demand wasn't missed, and Eivor thought she would give you a bit of trouble for your shyness.  Just as in your vision, she danced around your wet folds, hot lips kissing the inside of your thighs. She teasingly grazed her teeth over your skin, softly biting and suckling the sensitive skin until you couldn't take it any longer. Loudly, you whined in frustration, and she laughed at your needy sounds, breath hot against your slick heat.

"What do you want? Use your words, love," Eivor playfully mocked, close enough that just the vibration of her voice left you in need, “how do you want me to take you?" 

You bit your bottom lip, peering down at her between your legs. To say something so embarrassing… Her raised eyebrow told you she really wouldn’t make a move unless you complied, so with a heavy gulp you mustered up a timid response.

“With your mouth…please…" Your obedience was greatly rewarded, and you let out a silent gasp as her hot tongue flattened against your folds, dragging upward as she slowly took her first taste of you. You trembled, overcome with pleasure as she quickly fell into a rhythm of this repetitive motion, pushing deeper every time she stroked her tongue over your sodden heat. You squirmed, muffling mewls of pleasure. Eivor noticed your attempts to quiet your voice, frowning as she abruptly pulled away.

"I need you to be louder." She said matter-of-factly, gripping your waist and flipping you over. You squeaked as you were suddenly on your knees, face buried into the plush furs around you. Scarlet crept over your cheeks, neck, and even your shoulders as Eivor spread your legs apart. She exposed your glistening wetness to her without any room for imagination, hands firmly holding your thighs to keep you where she wanted. Her own cheeks were rosy as she stared, voice raspy with lust.

"I want everyone to know…that you belong to me." The words alone made your folds dampen, and when she brought herself back down, it was to devastate you. You were reduced to nothing more than a shivering mess of pleas, crumbling under her skillful movements. Eivor relished in all the delightful little sounds you made, proud as you grew more comfortable. She praised you through an offering of dizzying pleasure, relentless in her pursuit to ruin you. 

“That’s it,” she groaned into your grinding hips, the tremors of her voice delicious against your twitching bud. Her lips wrapped around the sensitive pearl, sucking as she swirled her tongue over it. You quickly fell apart, gripping the sheets with echoing moans as your legs wobbled. Eivor held you steady, merciless as she continued to ravage you. Soon the burning of your core built up, and you cried out as you reached your peak, body overtaken with violent shudders. Eivor kept pleasuring you until you rode out your ecstasy, finally pulling away to let your legs give out.

You deflated immediately, softly trembling all over. On your side, you breathed deep, amazed with what had just occurred. Eivor hummed, loving the state you were in. At her angle, your wet, throbbing heat was still exposed to her, the shape of your ass and hips tempting. The bed dipped as your jarlskona placed her hand down before you face, leaning over you. The ends of her hair tickled your cheeks, and when you looked up, it was into eyes like the warm ocean blue.

“I will never get enough of you,” she murmured as she leaned down to kiss your temple, and it felt like blooming light over your skin. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale as her lips traced down the edge of your face, “is this also a power of yours? Your eyes alone drive me mad.” 

She kissed the tender spot just under your ear, nibbling until you giggled. You lifted up your hand to trace her sharp jawline, thumb brushing over the scar on her cheek.  She looked back at you, and in her steely gaze, you saw your fate.

Under the arch of flowers above you, Eivor held your hand. The sun was just beginning to set, orange and soft pinks making her beauty strikingly perfect. The entirety of Ravensthorpe was before you both, and the air was electric with anticipation. Dressed in all white, she held your face in the cups of her hands, the corner of her eyes crinkling and lips spreading into a wide smile. 

“Little seer, did you foresee our paths coming to this? You have become my love, the sole source of my joy, and now…”

Tears swelled in the corners of your eyes, and you smiled up at Eivor, “Then have me as much as you desire, wolf kissed,” your voice a longing whisper, speaking the truth you knew would soon come to pass. “For I…was meant to become yours.”

“My wife.”

[themisthios]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types, Assassin's Creed Valhalla Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eivor/Randvi (Assassin's Creed), Eivor & Randvi (Assassin's Creed) Characters: Eivor (Assassin's Creed), Randvi (Assassin's Creed), Birna (Assassin's Creed) Additional Tags: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Tribbing, Halloween, Samhain, Pumpkin carving, Pranks and Practical Jokes, First Time, Lesbian Sex, Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship, No Lesbians Die, Worry, Anxiety, Assassin's Creed: Valhalla Series: Part 5 of Randivor (Eivor's Ravens Weekly Prompts) Summary:

Celebrating Samhain, Birna plays a trick and Eivor gets a treat!

Randvi worries about her first time with Eivor.

 !!Explicit Content!!

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Assassins Creed Valhalla, Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eivor/OC, ivarr/oc, Eivor/Rollo Characters: Eivor (Assassin's Creed), Eivor Varinsson, Ivarr the Boneless, Eivor Varinsdottir, Rollo/Eivor Additional Tags: Drabble, oneshots, Office AU, Ritual Sex, Smut, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, lap dance, Biker AU Summary:

A collection of AC:Valhalla drabbles,moment’s,poems and shortfics.

Updated today x